#ᨳ scaramouche!

[its-weeping]

WE NEED A PART 2 OF MARRIED IN PURPLE 🙏🙏

your wishes have been granted! here's the awaited part two of married in purple ^^

— ii. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞. | scaramouche

synopsis. scaramouche is insistent of the marriage, but you aren't. right?

-ˋˏ cw. minor cursing, kinda suggestive toward the end .𖥔 ݁ ˖

notes. hello everyone, i made a part two of married in purple since you guys requested, so here you go!!

it's been a week since scaramouche told you of your marriage to him. how has it gone to this point, one may ask. well..

there is much mystery to it, because it's rare to see the balladeer be kind to someone, let alone his enemy.

since the moment scaramouche blatantly told you you're married to him, he's been nice—overly too polite at times. so who are you than his enemy not to abuse this kindness?

you knew you had to tell him the truth, though it'd be best to say once you're far from him; perhaps in a letter. however an hour turned into two, then twelve, then twenty, then a day, and now seven.

scaramouche's extensive kindness could have possibly caused you to stay longer. it was in good conscience to reveal the truth before seven days turned into thirty-one.

although, you ran into one problem in the duration of your fake marriage. you began reciprocating his kindness with your own. you initially thought that perhaps it's because he's being nice to you, but even when he'd scold you, the usual hatred wouldn't spark in your chest.

shit, am i starting to like this guy?

it was a fact that you started repaying scaramouche's acts of service, but that didn't mean you feel romantic attraction for the harbinger.

no, no, i don't. i can't. how can i when he's the enemy!

however, these simple acts continued beyond just requiting the things scaramouche does for you. now, it was your mission to tell your enemy the truth before your feelings for him got any deeper.

"scaramouche?"

"in here."

you enter the home office to see your fake husband reviewing fatui business via paperwork. sauntering further in, you take a quick glance at papers, pulling back to your original stance when scaramouche turns to you.

"what is it? i'm a bit busy at the moment." his tone is gentle, unlike the usual harsh voice he'd use with you afore.

nerves bloom in your stomach, in all honesty you didn't want to surrender this new lifestyle. so, what harm would come in lying for another week?

"nevermind, it's nothing. sorry for disturbing you."

heading for the door, you overhear the balladeer laughing to himself. you spin round and see him snickering, the paperwork long abandoned.

"what's so funny?" you ask.

"you really think i'm that clueless?"

the question makes you stiffen, and with your lack of response scaramouche continues on.

"i knew you didn't lose your memories. i knew all this time, but i played along–" he pauses, reeling in your expression with a smirk, "–'why?' you might ask. to put it simply, i felt an attraction towards you, and when the opportunity of you 'forgetting' presented itself, i took it."

it hits you, "so you used me?"

"precisely! i needed to know. so i experimented, and the results have been quite shocking."

you watch as scaramouche advances toward you, mind racing with mixed thoughts of the situation.

"you..." the puppet's voice seems closer, "feel the same attraction for me." now right by your ear, "don't you?"

"i don't." you gulp. scaramouche chuckles at your anxious demeanor. his fingers brush the blades of your shoulders ever so lightly, sending shivers down your spine.

"then how come when i touch you, you seem like you want more?" the query follows with a hand settling on your neck.

when you go to push the balladeer away, your body has other plans. scaramouche seems to notice the change and laughs.

"face it, you've fallen for me just as hard as i have for you."

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.

[https-furina]

i’m really curious what yall named your wanderer??? i’m curious besties let me know!!

i named mine hifumi ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ bc scara got betrayed three times and hifumi is literally hi (one) fu (two) mi (three)

[sennsational]

ᨳ self ship : scaramouche x senn

ship name: scarasenn

trope: enemies to lovers

officially together since: n/a

what he calls me: doesn’t rlly use any pet names and mostly calls me by my name, but he would occasionally call me sennie or darling

what i call him: scara, annoying, kuni, and mouchie (to annoy him)

love language

scaramouche: acts of service and gift giving

senn: words of affirmation and quality time

mbti and zodiac rising

scaramouche: INTJ // capricorn 🐐

senn: INFJ // pisces 🐠

songs that i associate with scarasenn:

love is scary by dwilly ft. emilia ali

cursive by voilà ft. kellin quinn

babylon by 5 seconds of summer

orchid by jeremy zucker

hell or flying by jeremy zucker

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[nymphiria]

BUNNY G!RL

☰ BUNNY HYBRID GF — GENSHIN IMPACT

ಇ feat: tighnari, dottore, pierro, scaramouche

— cw: bunny!fem!reader, biting, experimentation, sex toys, predator-prey kink, degradation, praise, pet nicknames (darling, angel, etc), use of clones, rough sex, ear & tail pulling, breeding kink, pussy eating, knotting mention, dry humping, somnophilia, scaramouche being a hypocrite, MDNI 18+

ᨳ TIGHNARI

it’s a miracle how tighnari hasn’t taken a bite out of you with the way he stares you down on the regular. the look that he gives you is nothing short of a predator watching it’s prey. tighnari can’t help it, though. even while you’re doing everyday tasks, you just look so fuckable — something vulnerable for him to have his way with. it definitely doesn’t help his case when your cute ears and tail trigger his fox instincts like nothing else.

as head forest ranger, it’s his job to form the patrol schedules (including patrol pairings). fortunately for tighnari, the only partner you’ve ever been paired with is him. he prefers for the both of you to take the night shift and deceives the other rangers into believing he’s doing it so that they can get some sleep — the caring smile he’s giving them masking his true intentions.

patrolling the forest at night gives him the perfect opportunity to really act on his dark, perverted fantasies in a way that is virtually impossible in the light of day. with the luminescence of the moon being your only lighting, your mind races with fear as you sprint through the avidya forest as fast as you can. the only word of warning that tighnari gives you is “run” before he’s retreating into the darker part of the forest. although you can’t see him, you know that he’s watching you — much closer than he leads you to believe.

it isn’t long before the thrill of the chase wears off and he wants his prey right there in that moment. when your front hits the bottom of the forest floor, he has his teeth on your neck and his hard cock rutting into your ass. there’s no point in reasoning with him at this point — he’s a feral animal.

“sit fucking still. you’re not leaving until you’ve taken my knot.”

ᨳ DOTTORE

you are by far dottore’s favorite “patient”, always so eager to please and willing to do whatever tests he comes up with for the day. each morning when he comes to collect you, you always greet him with a chirpy “good morning, doctor!” that makes him blush harder than he would like to admit. his other test subjects don’t even dare to look at him without permission. but you? you’ll be bouncing up from your plush bed to cling to him like a lost puppy. his subordinates never dare to question why your room is more lavish than the other subjects, because who are they to question the harbinger?

dottore’s obsession with your ears and tail comes second to none. even he finds it a little grimy how his cock instantly hardens at the thought of stroking your cute, cotton puff. while he takes your temperature or inspects your mouth, he always finds himself absentmindedly caressing your soft ears — a habit he should’ve broken so he didn’t get attached to you, but it’s too late now. his favorite, though, is tugging on your fluffy tail while his face his buried in your pussy. while he’s busy eating you out like a man starved, his diligent fingers are massaging and pulling on the soft appendage just to make your moans even whinier.

the only thing that intrigues dottore more than your cute hybrid appearance is your heat cycles. oh, gods, does he love them so fucking much. usually you’re too shy to ask him to fuck you because it’s “too embarrassing” or whatever. but when your mind is hazy and your pussy’s aching? you’re begging for cock every time he turns around. when you’re in this state, you’ll let him do virtually anything he wants.

if he’s feeling cruel, he’ll make you ride a glass dildo that’s just small enough to where you’re not satisfied. if you’re good like you usually are, he’ll lay you back on your velvety bed and fill you with his cum for hours on end. once his balls are drained and you’re still clinging to him for more, he’ll have one of his clones take his place — swapping them out until his bunny is properly bred.

“you’ll get your fill. now stop squirming and be patient, darling.”

ᨳ PIERRO

pierro likes for you to be docile — an obedient doll that acts proper and ladylike to please her lover. on any ordinary day, he quite enjoys taking you with him for a simple stroll or to sit quietly in his office as he works. but the ordinary days never last forever, especially when your heat comes in full force to disrupt the peace. you, previously so shy around him, are now a feral creature with only filthy urges plaguing your mind. it’s a complete one-eighty compared to your normal self — it sort of scares him.

sex is no stranger to pierro. though he prefers more romantic acts of love, he can never find it in him to refuse himself once he sees you dressed so prettily in your layered dresses. in fact, he would say that he quite enjoys seeing you in such a debauched state. but every day? almost every two hours? he’s a busy man, constantly tired due to his work, and his body can’t keep up.

if pierro is too consumed with his work to visit your chambers, you gladly take the opportunity to sit on his lap to get yourself off against his bulge. god help him when he actually comes to your bedroom — your heightened libido has him knocked out before the night is over. he can usually take up to two rounds but never seven. it hurts for you, he knows this, which is why he gave you permission to keep going even if he’s out cold. he can’t have his pretty bunny suffering on her own.

“d-do what you need to do, angel. i’m right here for you.”

ᨳ SCARAMOUCHE

a filthy animal with disgusting urges — that’s how scaramouche regards you. if anyone dares to ask him about you, he spits out that you are a thorn in his side and he only keeps you around out of pity. the balladeer makes it a point to openly disregard your very existence in the public eye to remind you of your place beneath him. but no matter how much it breaks your little heart, you know better than to voice your grievances.

once the moon rises and his estate is a little quieter, he becomes much softer than his daytime persona would lead anyone to believe. almost every night he has one of his underlings fetch you from your chambers, his voice making them think you may be in some sort of trouble. the agent gives you a pitiful look as they send you into your assumed demise — you’re perfectly fine. scaramouche would rather throw himself off of the top of tenshukaku than let anyone know what he does with you in his office.

the moment that the door to his workspace is closed, he’s on you. practically tearing your clothes off of your body, he refuses to wait any longer to feel you underneath him. not even seconds later and your hips are pulled towards him with your face pressed against the floor. as he fumbles with his clothing, he’s spitting hot venom into your ear — you ignore the slight moan etched into the cruel words he’s throwing at you. “look at you. you’re a dirty animal in heat just waiting to get her pussy stuffed,” he chokes out as he pumps his cock. ironic he says that when he’s the one that’s so eager to be balls deep inside of you.

he always fucks you like it’s his last night on the earth — marks litter your body and your legs never seem to work afterward. all of his previous orgasms drip down your legs and onto the tatami mat flooring (which he’ll force you to clean up once he regains his senses). the next day, he acts like nothing happened — resuming his daily routine of squashing your existence under his shoe. it’s a little funny, though, how he acts like he’s in control when really you’re the one that owns him.

“don’t you dare start dripping onto the floors, you filthy wench. you’re not worth the cleanup.”

taglist: @p-antomime

[i-li]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ։ຼ ፝֟֯ scaramouche෴bios⸼۰⌬

__ 🌐 scaramouche ⌕.

𖧧 𝘀 散兵 🃏𝗺 ᨳ

●__● scara-𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚 ? ˳ْ 🚁

*可愛的♡ 你的觸摸使我感到頭暈!!♥️ ... 當然是個好方法! ⭐ No. 6 但是你是我的頭號꒱ ૮₍ ˃⤙˂ ₎ა my heart! 我等不及你回��� %100 會很快嗎!? (´๑•_•๑) 希望如此！💭

❌ ScaRaMoUchE ≠ 可愛的小甜心寶貝男孩胡椒與親吻和擁抱! 雖然他可能會 ⚡ 也许！？？！？( T_T ) 我希望 sO BAD

( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) ... #绝对正确 ✩ nothing我不会为你做的, 我的太阳, 月亮和我所有的星星! 因此! ✩★ SCARA𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄!! 🖥️ . . . ?! 你爱我像我爱你吗? 💭🗯️ 说是 ᐡ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ

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[https-furina]

for reference @bloomingkaveh & i have an out of context channel in one of my servers (that we cARRY we are comedians okay) and i was just reading back in it…

i was talking abt scaramouche’s boss fight.. i’m sobbing

[its-weeping]

The reader pretends she lost her memories so Scaramouche doesn't kill her, only for him to lie and say they're married. (Enemies to lovers trope!)

that's such a cute prompt!! i honestly love enemies to lovers. the sexual tension and the obliviousness of their feelings for one another is just 🤭 plus if they're actual enemies it's much better.

— i. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞. | scaramouche

₊˚⊹ ᰔ trope. enemies to lovers!!

notes. someone please lie to me and say we're married :( the way i wrote this sounds goofy but i'm too lazy to make any changes rn. also it's short!

"we're married?"

"yes."

okay... weird. you think, rubbing your wrists to lessen the rope burn.

a little context, your enemy scaramouche captured you when you fell unconscious in the middle of a battle with him.

you woke up tied and bloodied in a dark room, terrified for you knew what events would follow. by the time scaramouche emerged from the darkness you thought of an escape plan.

although, the only idea that came to mind was amnesia. with much hesitation, you went with it.

forgetting who you were seemed to work as scaramouche recoiled when seeing your perplexed expression.

"hello?" was the first thing you said, "w-who are you? why am i tied up?" perhaps your acting was better than you initially thought because scaramouche bought your lie.

"has your brain gone numb from just using so little of it? what's wrong with you?"

you resisted the urge to spit out an insult. your enemy appeared reluctant, treading lightly on his words.

"w-what? i don't know what you're talking about... sorry.."

the apology baffled scaramouche—you wanted to laugh at his face, but kept the charade going. after much confirmation of you 'losing' your memories, he began untying you.

freedom looked to be close until, "i don't know how much you've forgotten, but just in case it's a vast amount, we're married."

"we're married?" the words escaped your throat before you could even process the information.

"yes."

in all honesty, scaramouche's blunt response could've made you believe you were married to him if you had lost your memories. but since you hadn't, it just puzzled you.

with that confidence i could've been fooled if i didn't know any better. why would he lie about us being married? there wouldn't be any reason unless..

you stiffen, he doesn't. he doesn't... does he?!

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.

[its-weeping]

— 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. | scaramouche

꩜ ⸝⸝ synopsis. affection isn't scaramouche's forte.

set in. modern!au

cw. pet names (doll), established relationship

notes. a short little story featuring my favorite cat 😽

hand in hand, you and your boyfriend stroll through a park in the late evening. traces of your footsteps were embossing in the pearl snow. it was after a christmas party that scaramouche wanted to walk you home, despite him being a bit hesitant.

you assume he was still getting used to being affectionate which you didn't mind, having found his reluctance cute.

humming, you absentmindedly swing your intertwined hands back and forth—purely focused on the snow falling from the night sky.

scaramouche glances at you momentarily before turning away with a flush of his cheeks. when you look back, you take notice of his demeanor and raise a brow.

oh? this is new.

with the sudden emotion, you wonder what had made him this way.

"what's wrong, doll?" you ask, whereas scaramouche only tries to hide his blush even more.

"don't call me that, i'm not a doll."

he replies in a grumble—head still turned away from you. you tilt your head in slight confusion and amusement, wondering if you could see more of the reaction as he was incredibly cute in this state.

"why not? your skin is so fair and pale, your eyes round and vibrant with emotion, it feels like you're going to break if i hold you tight enough."

you tease him with your words, smirking to yourself when scara stopped walking and straight crumbled to the ground in embarrassment. looking over at your boyfriend, you laugh wholeheartedly and bend down to wrap an arm around him.

scaramouche calls your name, "can you not say stuff like that? i don't like it."

he murmurs and you snicker, kissing the side of his head as an apologetic gesture. your boyfriend removes his head from his hands and looks at your grinning face; he frowns.

this puts you off as you watch scara get up, dusting himself off.

"hey! what's with the sudden mood swings?"

you interrogate once you sit on the plush snow, your weight pulling you further down the lifted ground as you make an imprint on the white field.

scara stares at you, his demeanor uncertain while registering your question. ultimately the male doesn't answer, but extends a hand for you to take. you, however, have other plans, so when you reach to hold his hand, you haul him towards you.

scaramouche comes crashing down onto you with a groan, but before he could get up, you switch your positions so he was beneath you.

"c'mon, doll, tell me."

"i told you not to call me that.."

"why not?"

the flustered expression jolted down on your boyfriend's face makes you coo. scara shields the lower half to hide the developing blush and turns his head with furrowed brows—not wanting to look you in the eye after his bursts of emotions. you hum at this, finding him increasingly adorable.

the two of you stay quiet: you not wanting to be the first one to speak, and scara being too embarrassed to say anything.

or perhaps not.

"it's you." your boyfriend says in a low voice, the tips of his ears pink.

evident surprise paints your face as the statement wasn't what you were expecting. however, you were smart enough to understand what he meant, and that certainly boosted your ego.

scara turns to you and heaves at your expression.

"i see.. so, doll, i make you flustered just by looking at my face?"

the male could sense the smugness in your voice—and your use of the nickname; it irked him.

scara's regular irritated face returns at your words and it was as though an arrow pierced your heart. you yell, demanding to know what happened to his previously blushing face.

"you called me 'doll' again. i told you i don't like you calling me that."

you sigh in defeat and dip your head so it was resting on scara's shoulder. in the silence a thought comes to mind and you smirk, leaning so you can whisper in your boyfriend's ear.

"then how 'bout i call you 'mine'?"

you lean back and drink in his reaction. ah, there it is again. the cute look on his face that you couldn't get enough of.

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.

[nymphiria]

♱ ∿ SCARA BOSS MAKES MY HEAD SPIN

☰ cw: yes we fuck the robot. fem!reader, monsterfucking?, dubcon, humping, power imbalance, mean dom!scara, some degradation, fear play

THE BALLADEER knows how tiny he makes you feel under the gaze of his divine form. it’s normal, he says, for a human like you to feel intimidated by the mechanical body that encases his once smaller frame. his power to you was always a mystery, an unknown ability that has never been tangible. but now? scaramouche radiates divinity and authority — power oozes from every facet of his being.

it’s enthralling being in his presence, the very same one that you never thought yourself interested in before your venture to sumeru. your purpose was to merely accompany him and the doctor for plans unbeknownst to you. what a shock it was to see your superior, your lord, metamorphosing into a god made by human hands. years of being at his service and yet only now do you feel that he truly commands respect — the kind of respect that puts the feeble on their knees and the strong in their graves.

“does it frighten you? staring at the embodiment of godliness?”

you feel like a small mouse as you sit in the palm of his enormous mechanical hand. the once familiar voice of your lord is now distorted, almost monstrous as he prods you with his questions. he must’ve seen how your legs were shaking as you first took in what would soon be his new vessel. he likes seeing you tremble, the adrenaline makes his head spin as he soaks up your reaction. scaramouche was never one for blatant teasing, instead settling for routine chastising of your work effort. perhaps he’ll make an exception to his character just this once.

“my lord, p-please i implore you to put me back to the floor. i am not one for heights,” you tearily plead your case hoping for leave. if you stayed in his presence any longer you might just faint. being so high up and under the scrutiny of a harbinger are not a good combination for consciousness.

how dare you.

he gives you the opportunity and honor of witnessing him before his ascension and this is how you repay him? with excuses and disrespect? that wouldn’t do. you seem to have forgotten your position under him, your role as his servant. respect and praise are what he should be receiving from you, but instead he’s only been given the disposition of a mouse escaping a feline.

now, that’s no way to treat your god now is it?

cold. he’s so cold. the palm you rest on is already freezing enough, another is just cruelty. but that’s all the balladeer is: cruel. he flaunts it like a wealthy woman would with her new set of jewelry. traitors to the fatui receive it on a massive scale compared to the rotten attitude he gives you for small mistakes. you thank celestia sometimes for sparing you from most of his wrath and pray that it stays that way.

celestia never listens.

the icy robotic fingers glide across your skin; the clothing you once wore now reduced to nothing on the ground far below you. it’s impressive, really, how he hasn’t crushed you under the weight of the metal appendages he’s fondling you with. it just serves to remind you that if he wanted to, he could very well end your life. but he chooses not to. he’s choosing to be gentle with you. maybe he cares about hurting you? or maybe he just doesn’t want to hire another lackey to pick up the papers he throws off of his desk in a rage. you can’t tell which you would prefer more.

as frightening as the situation is, it’s feels… good. the cold material sends shockwaves up your spine each time it makes contact with your bare pussy. each time the metal rubs against your clit, your back arches unwillingly at the pleasure. it’s unknown how many times you’ve cum against his fingers and soaked them with your juices but it’s far too many to be decent. he just doesn’t stop. no matter how much you beg and plead, he won’t let up it til he’s had his fill of you.

is he getting off on this? you can’t see his face so it’s hard to tell. chances are, though, he’s wearing that signature sinister grin that he’s oh-so known for. he hasn’t said much since he shredded your clothing and pressed you onto your back. you pray that he lets you go soon — maybe you’ll pray even harder for your poor legs to work after this.

“that’s more like it. beg for me, beg for the pleasure of your god. if you’re good enough, maybe i’ll extend my mercy to you and keep you as a pet.”

[nymphiria]

♱ based on: this ask ♡

SCARAMOUCHE loves how obedient you are for him. it pleases him to see how pliant you are under his cold touch. the only reaction that his icy fingertips bring out of you are the goosebumps that dance across your skin. other than that, nothing comes out of you — not a glance, not a word, not even a small movement. no longer having any fire left in you, you submit to him and allow him to do anything he wants with your soulless husk of a body.

“it’s a cold night,” he mutters to you as he adjusts your yukata. it’s become routine for scaramouche to pick out the clothes you wear during both night and day. before the sun rises, he will be at your door ready to get you prepared for the day’s activities. he washes your body with lavish soaps and does your hair to his liking. the clothes that he assembles for you are made of rich fabrics with intricate designs (all catered to his liking, of course). he bides his time dressing you up and doting on you as if you were a porcelain doll.

in actuality, that’s all you are. you are a doll to be kept and caged by the balladeer — never to come near the tangible outside world, only look at it from a distance. you are his world and he is yours. you will see his face day after day until you are no longer of this mortal realm. what is the point of fighting it when your fate is sealed?

“i’ll be staying here tonight. one of my doors keeps letting in the cold wind and i refuse to freeze to death in my sleep.”

you know he’s lying. scaramouche takes great care in making sure nothing in his residence is sub par. if the door was truly faulty, it would’ve been corrected before he went to bed. it doesn’t take a genius to know what he wants, especially with how he moves closer to you after you’re both settled on the futon. it doesn’t take long for him to roll you on your back and climb on top of you — taking your lips so gently that it was slightly insulting. his hand moved to pet your hair and tangle his digits in the stands.

each stroke of his fingers through your hair is slow and deliberate — his way of giving you wordless affection. in the past, you could barely stand him being within a foot’s length of you let alone touching you intimately. this little display of physical affection is his way of showing you that you belong to him. you’re too tired of fighting to push him away. even when his hands move downward to tug at the sash of your yukata, you don’t flinch. the feeling of his chest legs pushing your thighs apart and his hips grinding against your clothed cunt don’t incite a reaction. you simply take everything he has to give.

“you’re so good for me. you know i always reward you for being so obedient so relax, darling.”

[nymphiria]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋?

[ ❤︎ ] - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐅

౿ - 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈!

[ ᜊ ] - 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑!

he adores you too much to snap back at you despite your attitude. no matter how much you spit venom at him, he knows that all it takes is him smooshing your cheeks together and smiling down at you for it to stop. you can never keep up your brattiness for long with the way he’s cooing at you.

but if your attitude is really bad? well, a few hours between your legs should do the trick.

as his tongue makes quick flicks against your clit, his fingers are knuckle deep in your soaked hole. it’s so cute hearing you moan his name instead of running your mouth as if he doesn’t spoil you. even after your fourth or fifth orgasm, he still won’t let up no matter how overstimulated you are. he’ll make sure you’re too tired to even think about being mean to him again.

“fuck, my baby tastes the best. prettiest pussy around.”

ᨳ — thoma, gorou, kazuha, itto

[ ᜊ ] - 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘!

oh, you want to be bratty with him? that’s so cute! it’s adorable how you think you’re in any position to be getting pissy with him. seeing you cross your arms and act all pouty does the opposite of what you intended for it to do. instead of being angry, his pants are tightening with every passing second.

it’s not the time to be mad, it’s the time to teach you who wears the pants.

with your upper half pressed into the sheets and your ass raised to the skies, he’s fucking you within an inch of your life. each stroke of his cock leaves you breathless — the bulging tip kissing the entrance to your womb. only ten minutes in and you’re braindead against the cool sheets. that doesn’t stop him, though. it only motivates him to fuck you faster.

“looks like my girl is tapping out. hmph, too bad for you.”

ᨳ — kaeya, childe, heizhou, zhongli

[ ᜊ ] - 𝐁𝐈𝐓��𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

he doesn’t find it amusing. not. one. bit.

what was that saying? bite the hand that feeds? sounds pretty fitting seeing as how he’s always providing you with fineries that apparently you didn’t deserve. you’d look so much better in your gorgeous clothes if you could learn to shut your mouth for once.

since you want to have a filthy mouth, he’s gonna put it to good use. one hand is on the back of your head gripping your hair and the other rests against your cheek. drool drips down your chin as he, yet again, thrusts himself down your throat until you’re gagging against his length. he doesn’t let up, not even when you’re slapping his thighs to tell him you can’t take it. if he gets more annoyed, he might pinch your nose so that you rely on him to reward you with the air you need.

“bitches like you are only good for sucking cock. don’t need a brain to deepthroat me.”

ᨳ — scaramouche, diluc, ayato

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