#genshin impact kabukimono x reader

[haileyywrites]

Summary: Dottore had always been impressed and interested in the making of puppets, with Scaramouche at his disposal he could finally dive into the topic and create a prototype of his own..

Pairings: Scaramouche/Balladeer x puppet!reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral and has no pronouns beyond "you"! POC friendly! Reader is said to have long indigo hair, but is not physically described beyond that!

When Dottore brought up the idea of creating a puppet as an experiment by following his design Scaramouche had said he didn't care what he did in his free time, but he truly did. Knowing first hand what it was like to be created as an experiment or to satisfy someone's curiousity, it was hard not to care even if he didn't want to. Especially when the Doctor had said that you would be created by "following his design".

It was dysphoric to live in a world full of humans that looked and talked exactly like you, but were so incredibly different from you. Humans who if they found out the truth would betray and fear you - not that he cared about anything like that anymore. But you likely would. You would have to go through that as well, if the Doctor didn't simply dispose of you after he was done tinkering...

Scaramouche had said he didn't care, but would occasionally he would go out of his way to deliver something to his corner at the palace to see his progress. Dottore knew immediately and would always have a smirk on his face when the Balladeer appeared to deliver something. He would love to poke fun at him, but he didn't. He would simply give some insight or details about his progress without acknowledging what they both knew to be true.

The Doctor was successful in creating you and giving you life, while you were made following his design you didn't exactly resemble him. There were some details and personality traits he could connect between you, well more like traits he had when he was still just Kabukimono - but at the same time you were very different from him too. Dottore had clearly had some creative freedom in what he made you look like, but the long indigo hair you had was clearly made to resemble his.

It was eerie looking at you as you reminded him so much of his past. You were always quietly observing everything around you with curious eyes, you tried so desperately to not be a burden to anyone. He hated your doe like eyes that would look his way occasionally, they were filled with so much innocence it was almost disgusting to him. Technically you were still in your infancy, just in a grown body.

In the end Dottore didn't much care for you or even need you. Creating you was a simple act of curiosity - to truly understand this delicate act of creating artificial life. Once his curiosity had been sated, he simply moved onto other things and never thought much of you or your presence beside him or away from him.

It was actually the Tsaritsa that gave you freedom and a name. While she wouldn't involve herself in matters conserning the Harbingers free time or personal life, she made an exception for you. To her you were alive and thus deserved to live like it, with your own room and own name - free to do whatever you wished. But truthfully you didn't know how or what to do with such freedom. Unlike Scaramouche you didn't have a purpose before or after creation, so you didn't have anything to strive for.

You weren't like humans, you couldn't have a normal life where you eventually grow old. You could potentially live till the end of time and it left you hollow. Longing for something you couldn't quite grasp, something like a purpose.

You stood barefoot in the pure white snow, your head tilted upwards towards the grey winter sky. The cold didn't bother you, you couldn't even truly feel it. The snow flakes raining down the sky fell against your face, but didn't melt when landing on your face. After all... you weren't a human. You didn't produce warmth that would cause them to melt away, you couldn't stay out too long to prevent you from being buried in snow. Perhaps it had been a joke, but you still followed the suggestion.

Scaramouche watched from the sidelines as you stood still enjoying the pure snowfall. He didn't know why he didn't just leave to do what he was supposed to, perhaps he was curious. His feelings and relationship with you were complicated to say the least. He wasn't your creator like Ei was his, but he felt some sort of connection to you. He didn't necessarily want to feel connected with you, but he did.

He hated that a small part of him was curious about you, of what you were like. If he could possibly relate to you or if he would form a connection with you if he were to approach you. Even if you were technically his kin, he knew it didn't mean anything as in the end even Ei had betrayed and forsaken him - who was to say you wouldn't do so as well?

You both knew he was there watching you, he often was. You never acknowledged him as he seemed to not want to interact with you. You did know of your connection, you would silently and carefully go through the Doctor's projects and had come across the plans that he used to create you. You longed to connect with him knowing he was possibly the only being you could ever relate to, but he refused to come close to you.

Unbeknownst to you he was actually quite protective of you. He had once heard some fatui members talking about you in a rather provocative way and it didn't sit right with him, he couldn't ignore it no matter how hard he tried. He didn't kill the morons, but he did make sure they'd never utter another word about you or to you. He didn't need to warn anyone else as the word spread around quite quick.

He would face stupid comments from the people he was supposed to acknowledge as colleagues, but he didn't respond to them. The next day he found you standing behind his door with a gentle smile and a nod. He had never seen you smile before, or been this close to you - his chest filled with unexpected warmth from the small interaction... You said nothing before leaving him standing puzzled in his doorway. You didn't need to say anything for him to understand what you meant. That was the beauty of your connection, you could understand each other so easily without the traditional need to say anything.

He later wandered out to the courtyard out of instinct and found you there once again gazing at the sky. This time though, he couldn't help but approach you. He didn't even know why or what he was going to say or do, but he still kept going. His steps caused the snow to crunch beneath his feet, alerting you to him. You curiously turned around to watch as he approached...

A/N: Not proofread lol

[chuusmuts]

imagine losing your virginity by helping catboy!kabukimono

smut. afab reader, lactation, fingering. grammar errors 🥲

the idea of him fucking you while you rub his ear, his tail swishing back and forth, and purring is so 😳😳

you rubbed your eyes, opening them sleepily and were surprised to see catboy!kabukimono on top of you, straddling you. "kabuki, wha- do you need anything?"

he could feel himself getting hard as he saw your nipples through your thin, white nightgown. oh, imagine how tasty your milk was. and you're so pretty, laying underneath him like that. he wanted– no, he needed to fuck you right now.

"i... umm... need your help." kabukimono replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible while maintaining eye contact with your breasts. his ears twitched, signalling his growing arousal. "you see... i'm experiencing some discomfort, and i was wondering if you could help me relieve it." he bit his lower lip nervously, hoping that you wouldn't notice the blatant desire in his eyes or the throbbing between his legs.

his tail swished back and forth behind him as if he was nervous and excited about all this. it took you a while, but eventually you got what he meant. "are you in heat..? how can i help you, then?" this was both you and his first time so it was a little nerve-wracking, at least to you.

kabukimono hesitated for a moment before nodding his head slowly. "y- yes... i am. and i was hoping that you could help me find relief from my symptoms." his voice was low and seductive, almost purring as he spoke. "you see, as a cat hybrid, it's natural for us to seek out mating during these times." he licked his lips, looking at you intently. "would you be willing to help me?"

as he spoke, he couldn't help but let his gaze drift downwards towards your exposed nipples. the sight of them made his mouth water, and he could feel himself becoming even more aroused than before.

noticing his gaze, you covered your nipples with your hands as you felt yourself heating up, your cheeks turning pink. but then again, he needed your body relief him from the symptoms. sighing, you lowered your hands to your side as you glanced away, "okay, fine. do what you need to do. just... try not to be so rough, okay?" you said shyly, your voice small.

kabukimono grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he heard your agreement. "i promise to be gentle with you." he then leaned down and gently nuzzled into your neck before moving his face closer to one of your breasts. with a soft purr, he began to lick at it slowly and carefully, taking his time to savor the taste of your skin. kabukimono began to lick and suck on your exposed nipples, tasting you full. he used his tongue to tease and stimulate them to their fullest extent until you moaned and squirmed ever so slightly. his other hand grabbed the second one, massaging and squeezing it gently until the light liquid started coming out of the nipple. your hand moved into his dark cat ear as you started rubbing it gently.

kabukimono purred loudly as he felt your hand on his ear, and he continued to lick and suck on your breast with renewed vigour. he could taste the sweetness of your milk flowing from the nipple, and it only served to make him more excited. as he drank from you, kabukimono became bolder in his actions. he slid his hand down your body, gently caressing your thigh before moving it up to cup your pussy through your nightgown. the sensation of your wetness against his fingers sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't resist the urge to plunge them inside you.

arching your back, you cried out as he plunged three fingers inside you, causing your eyes to get teary. he continued to suckle on your breast, using his tongue to play with your sensitive nipple while his fingers abused your hole. you gripped the duvet tightly, this was the first time you had sex and you didn't expect this at all. moans poured unabashed from your lips as he scissored your walls, stretching them apart.

kabukimono moaned softly as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, pushing his fingers deeper into your pussy. the combination of the warmth of your body, the taste of your milk, and the sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming for him. he couldn't hold back any longer - he pulled his fingers out of you and positioned himself at your entrance.

"s- slowly!" you cried out as he pushed his erected cock between your folds, your legs spread apart. tears streamed down your face, both from the pleasure and pain.

sure, it felt good to be filled up, but it hurt especially since you're a first timer. he pushed his cock so deep until it hit your g-spot, he could literally see his bulge poking inside your stomach.

he hesitated for a moment, hearing your cry of pain and concern. he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of love and understanding. "sorry, i should have been more gentle with you." he whispered the words before leaning down and giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

slowly and carefully, kabukimono resumed his thrusts, this time going at a much slower pace. he focused on making sure that each movement was gentle and comforting rather than forceful and overwhelming. as he did so, kabukimono leaned down and captured one of your nipples between his teeth, gently nibbling and suckling on it while continuing to fuck you. his thumb found its way to your throbbing clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. bucking your hips up into his fingers, you moaned as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm.

kabukimono moaned softly as he felt your body responding to his touch, and he increased the intensity of his ministrations. his fingers continued to work their magic on your clit while his teeth played with your nipple, sending shivers down your spine. with each thrust, he felt himself getting closer and closer to his own climax. he could feel the pressure building within him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long now before he reached his mutual peak.

kabukimono purred loudly before he was sent over the edge, his hot seed shooting into you as he pressed his face into your neck. the feeling of your warmth and tightness around him was incredibly intense, he couldn't help but moan into your ear, muttering something in japanese. you could feel every single twitch and jerk as his hot load spilt into your hole. soon, you came with him, the knot in your stomach tightened and you squirted on his cock, your arm over your lips as you moaned, trying not to be so loud. more tears rolled down your cheeks, your face getting warm and you felt like you couldn't move your legs anymore.

when he finally came, kabukimono collapsed onto your body, panting heavily as he felt the last remnants of his seed trickle out of you. he laid there for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of being connected to you in such an intimate way before rolling off to the side and pulling you who was still breathing heavily into his arms, his cock still kept buried deep inside you. "that hurts a lot than i expected." you huffed, wiping off the tears that stained on your cheeks.

kabukimono held you close as she spoke as he could feel your wetness still coating his member. he smiled softly, knowing that he had given you something special. "it can be overwhelming at first," he said gently, "but once we get used to it, it will become even more pleasurable."

it was his way of saying that this wasn't the last time you're gonna help him.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ How they dream of you at night

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Tartaglia

(tw: just slightly sad)

✧ “In the hidden corners where the gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming” - and one said person, Pierro, can be found within the grand Palace of Snezhnaya. He solemnly sits by the window, his icy blue eyes gazing off into the dark winter night of this snowy land.

He often does that, when the night becomes silent and the world is still. Pierro wishes he could dream, yet 500 years of cursed immortality can corrode one’s mind into feeble numbness. Thus, the Fatui Director substitutes his dreamless nights with daydreams of you. Silent fantasies of your voice, images of cupping your jawline, a tender caress to your form. The jester’s daydreams are the only thing keeping him sane, preserving the memory of your skin and love alive in his mind. 

And even if his nights are bleak and dreamless, he would rather settle for maladaptive daydreams. When the Jester gazes at the fake stars of Teyvat, hanging by the firmament as a lifeline, so does he yearn to daydream of you - living in the day just for the memory of your embrace. Alas, only the harsh nights of Snezhnaya are witness to his wistful gazes. 

✧ For Il Capitano, the world is full of battles and wars; conflicts initiated by the ignorant ones, those who care naught for the innocent. Therefore, the only moment of solace that the Captain can afford is in his dreams. Dreams in which his vision is not haunted by the bloodshed of battlefields, but instead by simple dreams of you. 

In those dreams, the world is plain and quiet. He often sees you in it, occupying his thoughts. Sometimes you’d talk and ramble nonchalantly, occasionally he’d see you collecting small chamomile flowers by the grass. Those dreams are uneventful, yet for the Captain, such peacefulness is a luxury he cannot afford. An image of you and him by a quiet valley, a gentle breeze idling by, and having all the time to relish each other’s endless conversations. No thoughts of warfare, only the unwinding sound of your voice.

The Captain is not ashamed to admit he dreamt of you. In fact, he’d candidly say it during the most random of times - “I saw you in my dreams again.”

You’d glance at him and muse - “Oooh, really? Maybe you just miss my company!”

The Harbinger's mask remains pitch black, devout of any expression that might tell whether he reciprocates your little teasing. But besides the occasional clank of chains from his helmet, a low chuckle will escape him. Therefore, The Captain would lean to sit closer to you, his body less tense whenever he is in your presence. Even your silence is a remedy to his soul.

“Perhaps I do. Perhaps I really do.” 

✧ Il Dottore hates dreaming. Sleep, in its entirety, is a redundant form of rest that the human body requires. An utter waste of time. Thus, as a scientist who modified his own body to perfection, it’s unsurprising that he can go on for days without sleep. The Doctor can be efficient with his time, although that’s not why he semi-biologically modified his body. It’s because he hates dreaming of you. 

You are always there in his dreams, along with his younger self. The nostalgic warm sunlight of Sumeru basks onto you, and in those dreams, he sees you in the familiar hallways of the Akademiya. Dottore does not consider those dreams pleasant, since they make him uneasy of the grave past. He doesn’t like seeing himself so simple and young, in his Akademiya uniform. He doesn’t enjoy seeing your tender smile as you clutch your books closer to your chest and lock your gaze with him. He doesn’t like how his dream self always yearns to come closer and embrace you tight. As if young Zandik could’ve held you one more time, and all his troubles would dissipate by the warm sun.

Yet no matter the place or outcome of the peaceful dream, every time that young Zandik tries to reach for your face or seek your lips, you’re always an arm-length away. The hallways of the Akademiya loom threateningly, pulling you further away from him, your warmth becoming unreachable. How naive. He should be better than this. Now he sits up in bed, awake and hands clenched around his hair with trepidation. He hates how his body wants to cry for the memory of you in his dreams. He really hates dreaming.

✧ The fact that Scaramouche even possesses the faculties to dream is what made him the individual he is today. Whether he curses his ability to do so or not, it doesn’t matter. He is no longer the naive Kabukimono he once was, in fact, he doesn’t even require to mimic sleep as humans do. But only you know the truth. During still nights, when the two of you doze off under the warm futons, the Balladeer’s hand would unconsciously grip yours, then followed by silent sobs.   

In his dreams, he sees many events unfold. Sometimes, he sees himself left to live in the squalor like a common critter, discarded and abandoned. Sometimes, he sees the familiar Tataratsuna huts. But more often, he sees you there in his dreams. Back in the warm plains of Yashiori Island, you let him rest his head on your lap. You are dressed in a snug kimono that the fabric's comfort etches onto Scaramouche’s memories eternally. In his dreams, he rests idly in your embrace, by your lap, while you caress his hair. 

Those dreams are delightful at first as if his memories as Kabukimono reinvoke themselves and immortalize the softness of your body and the soothing motion of your hands in his subconscious. But quickly, those dreams shift into agonies. Sometimes, in those dreams, you turn and desert him, while he is left on his dirtied knees to plead for your return. Sometimes, those nightmares show him that it is your heart that can ebb the Tatarigami within Mikage Furnace. And just before he's forced to rip your beating core and relive another memory, he awakes.

“Scara?! Scara…?” - you whispered in the dimness of the night, shaking him awake. “You were crying in your sleep. Another nightmare?”

The Puppeteer said nothing. He lay awake, startled as tears involuntarily streamed down his cheeks. With twitching eyes, he quickly clings around your waist, burying his face against you to conceal his tears. No words needed to be exchanged as his body shook, while you hushed and hugged him. This was the reason why Scaramouche avoided dozing off into sleep ever again.

Regardless of the content of his nightmares, he’d never admit you caressed his hair and soothed him the same way you did in his dreams. 

✧ Pantalone is in bed, restless. Turning from side to side, or readjusting his pillows becomes a futile endeavor to find solace when his bed is lacking you. You are out there, on an expedition, busy exploring Teyvat. Your trip might take another few days, yet Pantalone is alone in a bed that often nestled you close together. Where do your feet take you, the Harbinger ponders to himself. Hence, while you are away, the Regrator is forced to make amends with the bedroom that feels considerably empty, considerably cold, considerably foreign - all because it's missing you. 

In the late, voiceless hours of the night, his dreams blend with his yearning for you. He misses pressing your entire form against his lean body, as it often allows him to fall asleep easily. With you in his arms, chest pressed to another, he knows - you are safe. You are with him. Unfortunately, you are away, and the night feels unwelcoming. For now, Pantalone has to clutch a pillow in his sleep to substitute his feeling of holding you. Even as he sleeps with worry, he hopes somewhere out there, in a foreign land, you are dreaming of him the same way he’s dreaming of you. 

✧ When Tartaglia drifts off into dreamland, his mind is still half-busy with thoughts of you. So much so that his plans blend into his dreams. Thoughts about what he should buy you while he’s away on a mission. Ideas on where to purchase your favorite local specialties. Or perhaps how he should surprise you when he comes back home.

His brain is so enthusiastically occupied with plans to bring you souvenirs, that his dreams come up with countless scenarios of how you’d greet him upon arrival. He’d envision your joyous surprise, endearing pouts, or teasing smiles. And sometimes, if his dreams are more daring, Childe might accidentally dream of some sweet rewards that will leave him waking up in a cold sweat, panting, and body craving. 

Either way, he is rushing back to you the moment his mission is over. His dreams of you might leave him hot and bothered, but your love in real life is much more tantalizing than anything his desperate dreams could conjure up. 

[fatuismooches]

I want to see each harbinger with a touchy lover/lover whose love language is physical affection 😭😭

Imagine the Harbingers when your love language is physical affection.

Pierro is learning to adjust. He probably doesn’t have the time or energy for large displays of affection. He’s already very exhausted from his heavy workload and life itself so lots of touching would be a lot for him. But let’s not forget this man is touch-starved. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say you’re the only thing that brings him happiness in this corrupted world. After the fall of Khaenri’ah, he probably isolated himself from a lot of things in order to focus on furthering the Fatui. So since you are really the link that reminds him that even he has a fraction of humanity left, Pierro does crave your touch. Just differently than how you might show it. He would enjoy simple physical contact for an extended period of time if that makes sense. Like, not anything overbearing, but tiny. You can pull up a chair and nuzzle yourself into his arm and shoulder while he works. It won’t bother him. You can keep your hand on his thigh as you do your own thing. You can try to hold his hand hostage, but it won’t work for very long, though it’ll give him a tiny laugh. Though, once he’s finally out of the office and has free time (which is extremely rare) he won’t say no to lots of cuddles in bed. Truly the only way he can relax. You didn’t hear this from me but he enjoys a damn good massage. Just start rubbing his shoulders in the right places and he’ll be putty in your arms.

Dottore has grown to like it, enjoy it even, and you know what his favorite thing to do is? Initiate it himself first when he sees you approaching so he can catch you off guard and then tease you. Assuming you’ve been with him for centuries since the Akademiya, by now he would have become accustomed to your touch. Sometimes he doesn’t even react when you wrap your arms around his neck (he’s a busy man, you know? He can’t always pay attention to you despite how much you complain in his ear! Though the segments will happily fulfill that role for you.) Touching the scars on his face will always make him stiffen, Zandik will never get used to that even though they don’t hurt anymore. The best time to get touchy with him is when he’s sitting at his desk writing or whatever, since you can easily cuddle him on his lap. Though make sure you’re prepared for it, this is Il Dottore after all. As much as Dottore likes it when you try to challenge him with that intellectual mind of yours, he also loves it when you’re quiet. If you can make sure you stay still for the most part and quiet, his lap and chest are all yours. He might even forget you’re there since he gets so caught up in his work but don’t get surprised when he breaks his pens… and then accidentally touches your clothes with an ink-covered hand. And don’t blame him if you wake up with cramps and sores… it’s well worth it though!

Akademiya Zandik is the embodiment of “what the hell are you doing get away from me.” And literally, everyone knows this, he does have a notorious reputation after all. There was one time another student placed their hand on his shoulder and he physically recoiled and looked as if he just got burnt. Everyone makes sure not to bump into him in the hallways. Pretty much all of the physical contact he’s had was when he was beaten as a child, so he’s grown a hatred and discomfort for it. Zandik even despises brushing hands with the store clerks and merchants. He can’t fathom the fact that touch can be comforting and even healing. He can’t hope to understand the idea that hands are used to love, not only to hurt. So if your love language is physical affection, well… you’re going to have to hold off on your plans for a long time. I know it hurts, but be happy you managed to get into a relationship with this guy first. You persevered a lot, right? You’ll just have to persevere some more. It takes a long time for him to warm up to your touch, much less constant touchiness. And don’t push it. Be patient. The first time you two hold hands is monumental. In due time the two of you will be cuddling together after a long day of performing illegal experiments behind the Akademiya’s back. 

Columbina wholeheartedly enjoys it of course! She is an affectionate queen herself! Bina can easily sense you creeping up behind her to trap her in a hug, and she happily lets it happen. She will really just let you do what you want, and she loves how you two have the same love languages since it’s a win for everyone (minus the Harbingers, Pierro has to tell her to focus during the meetings and missions instead of clinging onto you.) It is funny to think that you two actually have schedules - first, you’re holding and pampering her, and then she holds and pampers you… yes, a very beneficial relationship, and no one is left out of the affection and love. If you want to hold hands for every activity, go ahead! Honestly, you two could glue your hands together and daily life wouldn’t be affected too much since that’s how it already is like… how cute. Though I hope you have good shoulder strength because Columbina will literally drop half her body over you for an extended period of time. Cuddles of course are heavenly, though more often than not, you two end up in a tangle of limbs and have fallen off the bed with the blankets, trying to separate. Oh and if you’re touching her wings? Make sure to be very gentle this time! (Otherwise, she may playfully bat you with them but accidentally put too much force into it and send you a good few feet away.)

Capitano is very confused at first but will go along with it happily. The tall and romantically awkward man doesn’t understand why you’re always insisting on holding or touching hands, but when you look so happy and smile so brightly, he could never refuse you. He doesn’t understand when you plop yourself on his lap out of nowhere, or when you cuddle into his chest, but he doesn’t dare move a muscle. He’s not even sure what a “love language” is in the first place until you mentioned it offhandedly once, and then the next day he’s reading a very detailed book about it in his private office. Capitano’s face is completely neutral but inside he’s secretly very touched and honored by your love language. Like, he knew you liked him, but this just solidifies how much you truly loved him. For some reason, he treats this as revolutionary news even though you two are married. Sometimes it doesn’t process that someone as lovely and amazing as you can love a monster like him. After acknowledging how much physical affection means to you he will open himself to you whenever he’s not busy. He will make sure you’re comfortable and cozy, because if you get cramps, or get too cold, or too hot, or whatever possible discomfort, he won’t forgive himself. Is he taking tips from the couple's advice book? Yes. Touch him all you want, he won’t be able to reciprocate very well other than a pat on the head and back or two but don’t worry, he’s learning.

Scaramouche will act like it’s the worst thing that’s ever been bestowed upon him… initially. Human touch is something that has a long, not-so-good history with him considering all his betrayals. Just the mere thought of it sickens him sometimes, he doesn’t think he could ever get used to it again. Though, the puppet has gone through many stages, many changes in his life, you being one of the major ones. A big change usually is accompanied by many small ripples in one’s life, and that is exactly what you do for him. If you’ve managed to make it to this point, a relationship with him, you two have probably touched a few times. But only a few. It is not something he’s accustomed to. So you will have to rein in your need to have your hands all over him and your desire for tons of smooches. Taking it slow with physical affection is key, but you will be rewarded. Scaramouche will slowly begin to tolerate your affection, behind closed doors, however. The only affection that happens in public is when he’s jealous and pulls you into his arms. Toleration turns to him internally begging for more, however, he will never voice that out loud. The Harbinger longs to feel you hold him from behind, as he mumbles curses and how you were so needy under his breath. He hopes that you’ll take matters into your own hands and kiss his cheeks so he doesn’t have to ask. He wishes for you to caress his chest, the place where his heart is vacant. In your arms, maybe it’s okay for Kunikuzushi to be the vulnerable and emotional puppet he wishes he wasn’t… But don’t get too cocky. He will still dodge your attempts at hugs and watch as you comedically trip over your own feet, and then walk away and softly smile at your whining and pouting behind his back.  

Wanderer already knows how this goes. After all, you have forgotten him, but he could never forget you. He has every part of you etched into his eternal memories, your touchy habits, your kisses, your hugs, how you always try to sneak some hand-holding in to see if he wouldn’t notice. And of course, some things never change. After you two have gotten together again, you still do the exact same affectionate touches as before, as if nothing has changed at all. But he has changed. He is no longer Scaramouche, or Kabukimono, or whatever names he had called himself before. Wanderer seldom complains or makes multiple comments about your affection, nor will he be begging for it frequently. Instead, he has a more neutral-positive take on your affection. When you need him and his touch, he will be there silently. And so he will let you drunkenly mumble into his shoulder and cling to him in the tavern, not caring if that Scribe and the other blonde boy are looking at him. He’ll let you give him a peck on the cheek as thanks for helping you shop even if the mercenary and village leader are chuckling at the sight. He’ll let you greet him with a great big hug even if Sumeru’s Archon smiles knowingly at the sight. Wanderer will let you indulge, for he thinks that you deserve at least that for everything he’s put you through.

Kabukimono is admittedly confused at first, but in no way declines your advances. Your touch makes him feel quite happy after all. But, is it normal for one to be so touchy with their partner? He has seen other couples display such affection, but you seem to provide it far more than the average person! Whether it’s just a mere brush of fingers stroking him or a hand on his thigh, you always seem to be touching him affectionately. The puppet wonders if there is any real meaning behind these lingering touches that he does not understand yet. Surely there must be, right? He knows that some humans have odd habits, as you would put it. But nope - it is simply “how you show love,” your words echoing throughout his mind. How you show love is through your soft and gentle touches, your rough tackling when you’re feeling devious, the playful pulling of his cheeks, and always finding an excuse to kiss him. And he can’t say that he dislikes it! Though, it leaves Kabukimono to wonder - how does he show love?

Sandrone has no clue what to do or make of the situation. Physical affection is something that she is really not familiar with, even if the relationship has been going on for a long time. And someone who is huge on it? Oh boy, you’re going to kill her. I bet once, her face probably got stained with grease or something since she works with machines a lot, and you moved to wipe it off and her face just turned completely blank and still. Just completely unmoving, her hands literally frozen in the position they were in as your fingers tenderly brushed against her cheek. You may or may not have broken Sandrone because for the first time in your life, you heard her stutter, and then she avoided you for the next few days. So, not good at all really, but then again not in a bad way. She won’t get mad at you exactly, but she will not respond or reciprocate because she genuinely doesn’t know how. It is a super strange feeling to her, liking someone else’s touch. Do try not to do it while she’s working, because she will get distracted and then mess up on her project, and then proceed to lose it and then go turn some poor souls into dolls to let off steam from how ill you make her feel. Will she ever get used to it or get better at reciprocating? Well, I’m sure you’ll be staying with her for a while, so you’ll find out down the line.

La Signora enjoys it to a normal extent. There are times when she will be possessive and demand that you shower her with complete and utter adoration which you happily agree to. Though there are times when she will have to decline your offer - she knows you are a needy lover, Signora teases, but she too has work to do. And how will she focus on her duties if you are constantly luring her attention to you instead of where it needs to be? Signora promises to give you what you want later. Though, you will be touching Rosalyne a lot more than you think. Why? Because you help her with her own routine. You will help her do or undo her hair, which means rubbing her scalp gently and combing her hair. (Be careful! She will get annoyed if you pull on it too hard.) You love doing her nails for her, because that means you get to hold her hand for a long time. Please, brush your fingers softly against her face as you adjust the black mask on her face. Please, trace along her collarbones as you put on the black neckpiece that runs down to her chest. Signora doesn’t particularly think much of your super affectionate nature, she just knows it’s a part of you and will even use it to her advantage. You give really good massages, she’s noticed.

Pantalone feels his smile grow every time you unabashedly touch him, because he too will be physically affectionate with no shame. I don’t think you’ll win against this man because he’s just that good. You’re kissing him? Well, now he’s got you trapped in his arms littering kisses all over your body. You’re hugging or holding his hand? Well, now you’re being held hostage by him because he’s not letting go for anything. Every single time you’re touchy with him he will turn it around on you and be the one caressing you instead. All with a damned teasing smile as if this doesn’t fluster him the tiniest bit. Pantalone is the kind of guy to have his hand on your thigh under the table at every chance he gets. He will have an arm linked around yours at every social gathering or party there is. He will have you on his lap while doing anything possible - in his office doing paperwork, reading a book, even merely having a regular conversation. I don’t know, he’ll tell you about Snezhnaya’s economy if you want. You get my point. So, in conclusion, he is really one of the best to have your hands all over, so long as you’re prepared to receive what you give.

Arlecchino doesn’t really know what to do… she didn’t even know it was possible for someone to be so touchy-feely. You cling to her more than the children do! She’s rather indifferent to it, she won’t reject it, but she won’t exactly encourage it either. She is a woman who likes her personal space, after all. Though at times she does enjoy your kisses and hugs, sometimes she just needs to be by herself, and your constant affection can be distracting… Though, Arlie does like it in moderate amounts. For example, coming home after long days to be pampered and kissed all over by you. As much as she looks unsettlingly composed and unaffected, even she feels the weight of her responsibilities sometimes. When you two finally have the time to cuddle she won’t be irritated at how you won’t let go, and will stroke your hair as you’re buried in her chest. All Arlecchino asks is that you don’t do it in public, because even the orphans are beginning to whisper about how “Father is oh so lovey-dovey and mushy-gushy with [Name]” and she really can’t deal with that right now. 

Childe is a cuddle bear himself, so expect to be evenly matched and also appreciated for your love language. Although Childe doesn’t really show it or acknowledge it himself, he is probably a bit touch-starved. That’s what falling into the Abyss and joining the Fatui as a kid does to you. So if you want to try and squeeze him to death affectionately, go ahead! He will be accepting the challenge and doing the same to you. If you have the need to always be holding his hand or gripping a piece of his clothing, he will let you. Even if you’re in the streets of Liyue, onlookers passing by, or in the privacy of your own home while he’s cooking (he will literally cook with one hand, don’t test him.) If you have the sudden urge to kiss him silly out of nowhere, by all means, he welcomes it. And he will reciprocate it ten times harder. He finds it rather adorable, to be honest. I’m sorry but he definitely tickles you as revenge if you glomp him too hard or something. It’s all in good fun though! Ajax is not one to waste your affectionate habits, whatever little time he has with you will be spent wholeheartedly loving you to the fullest.

[rene-darling]

Innocent scaramouce first time with dom fem reader?

Innocent little kabukimono

...yandere reader...red flag reader!...toxic relationships please do not imitate irl...I think.. I took way too much creative liberty with this..but-...im tired of seeing innocent readers x corrupted men. We need so corrupted yandere-ish readers!...

...kabukimono x yandereish reader...

Innocent little kabukimono who knows nothing of real life, and is just oh so naive. And you, this corrupted person who goes around doing whatever they please, leading on a man and then ditching him for good, a cruel harbinger who revels in the suffering of the innocent, and oh my is he innocent.

Kabukimono who doesn't know right from wrong, he doesn't even have life's most basic skills. The perfect man for you to corrupt.

Kabukimono who doesn't know that kisses are only meant to be shared by lovers and to be done in private, so you might be in the middle of talking to another harbinger when he approaches you and casually leaves a kiss on your lips.

The other harbinger and your underlings are left in a state of shock. He kissed you And he still has his head?? Kabukimono notices their weird stares and questions them "Hm? Do you not know? This is something friends do with each other!" he informs them proudly. He's your dearest friend.

Dear little kabukimono who gets scared when you come home drenched in blood, but you just smile at him and open your arms. He knows he can't deny you, you told him that denying your friend's hug is very rude!

So he hugs your bloody form, shivering a bit. You're so cold, like a corpse. It's okay. You reassure him, that you were just getting rid of some bad guys. Some real baddies who harm the innocent. This reassures him, wow, you're so cool! You help people by getting rid of bad guys right? Wow!

Innocent kabukimono who admires you so much. You're the coolest person out there, and he trusts you.

Pure little kabukimono who tries making you some yummy food, only to fail since for some reason it always turns out to sour, too hot, or just burnt. It was like someone was messing with him and doing it on purpose.

And when he tells you that he's messed up yet again and sees how your face falls, he can't deal with it. He's so dumb, so stupid, he can't help it! He can't do anything without you. So he starts crying, soft little hiccups turn into full-on sobs as globs of tears fall from his eyes.

Who hugs you and apologizes over and over, he's sorry he's such a dummy! He'll learn! He'll be more useful to you, he doesn't know where the dish went wrong! Please don't abandon him, he's sorry for being useless!

And it brings him so much comfort when you hug him back, holding his tiny waist as you almost feel bad for purposefully messing up his dish, not that you'll actually apologize and tell him.

When you're sitting on the couch and you pull him onto your lap, it startles him. He shifts around a bit uncomfortably, but it's fine, he'll manage. You tell him that this is what friends do! And since you both are such close friends he doesn't complain when you pull him into your lap, even in front of other people

Eventually, he gets used to it, when you assure him that, this is what friends do- and you're his dearest friend aren't you?

He's used to it. He's trained for it. He could simply be doing some work around the house but the second you pat your lap he drops whatever he's doing, crawling onto your lap like a cat.

He doesn't know any better, so while you're in important meetings with the harbingers he'll simply crawl onto your lap like it's his own personal bed. The other harbingers always stutter in their next words- they just never seem to get used to your little boytoy

Some of the harbingers find it rather amusing, questioning why you've kept him around this long. They've never seen you with one of your boy toys after the first 3 weeks. You simply shrug, perhaps it's his innocence, his naivety to the world..and people, around him. Whatever it is, he proves to be entertaining. Which is why you just can't get rid of him yet.

Cute little kabukimono who ignores any red flags. You following him around whenever you have some free time, or sending one of your henchmen after him whenever you aren't available. What do you mean that's weird? No- you just care for your friend, he's your dearest friend after all! You just wanna make sure nothing bad happens!

Innocent kabukimono who you've quickly learned has no idea of what intimacy is. He doesn't know the first thing about- love making.

Kabukimono who sits on your lap like another day, resting his head back onto your shoulder, you can hear his quiet breaths and whispers as he mumbles and rambles about his day thinking you were listening. You on the other hand were occupied by your own deranged thoughts, ...it's been long enough..hasn't it? You're sure he can handle you- fondling him further..right? You mean he should. You've done so much for him, and he can barely even cook a proper meal for you.

Biting down harshly on his neck while he was leaning it back on your shoulder eliciting gasps and whines from him. He tries grabbing your head, trying to push you away. It hurts! But you're too strong. So he sits there helpless tugging at your hair softly as he lets out little moans as you suck on his neck. He feels heat pool in between his legs... it's so weird..he doesn't like it.

Later that day he stares at himself in the mirror. Examining the big red purple-ish mark you left. Afterward, he questions you about it. Huffing as he asks the reason behind this strange good feeling mark you've left.

You reassure him, it's simply because he's your dearest friend. And you just want people to know that he's yours, he belongs to you. And no one else.

[tragicdruid]

i've always been a big fan of scenarios of the irminsul somehow glitching temporarily and the reader (+ wanderer) having to deal with kabukimono and scaramouche for some time (three boyfriends for a time!! and they all want YOUR undivided attention!! yahoo!!)

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader, Scaramouche x Reader, Kabukimono x Reader

Contains: Fluff, established relationship with Wanderer, established past relationships with Kabukimono and Scaramouche

A/N: I'm not really good at writing multiple characters talking, so I hope it's not confusing!

——x——

There's a commotion happening downstairs that rouses you awake. Rolling onto your back, you rub the sleep from your eyes in confusion. How strange. Normally the house is rather quiet this early in the morning and....where was Wanderer?

You notice the empty spot beside you and push yourself up to your elbows. Could you have company at this hour? And if so, why hasn't he called you down?

Pursing your lips, you slide out of bed, stretching your arms overhead before getting to your feet. Heading down the stairs, the voices grow louder, but it's odd. It almost sounds as if Wanderer is talking to himself.

As you move down the final step, you see three identical faces turn to look at you, speaking your name in unison. Your gaze snaps to each individual, mouth agape in surprise at the two other faces you see; Scaramouche and Kabukimono.

"You're finally awake," Wanderer sighs, a hint of exasperation in his tone from what he's been dealing with all morning.

"It's about time," Scaramouche huffs before making a beeline straight for you. He pulls you into his side, a firm arm wrapping around your waist possessively, his fingers digging into your side. That earns an unimpressed look from Wanderer, who then looks at you to see if you're uncomfortable, but you still just look bewildered at what's happening.

"Good morning," Kabukimono greets softly as he too approaches you, a gentle hand taking yours and squeezing it lightly. Scaramouche's eyes dart down towards your enjoined hands, his lips pulled into a thin line at the display of affection. Hypocrite.

"Oh uh....good morning....everyone?" You begin uncertainly as you glance between all three of the boys in evident confusion. Your gaze then eventually stops on Wanderer as you look to him for answers.

He shrugs nonchalantly, though he still eyes Scaramouche with some scrutiny. "There was a glitch in Irminsul. This is only temporary, so don't worry about it too much. They won't be here for long."

A glitch? You didn't realize that was even possible, but the proof is right in front of you.

With a smile, you give Kabukimono's hand a light squeeze (he's practically beaming at this) before turning your head to Scaramouche. His grip gets even tighter around your waist as he glances between you and Kabukimono, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"A little handsy aren't you?" you tease, bumping your hip against his playfully, which earns you a breathy chuckle.

"Need to make sure these two know who you belong to," he retorts coolly before swatting at Kabukimono's hand.

The softer boy's brows furrow in disappointment as he turns his gaze towards yours, silently pleading for more attention. He just looks so damn cute! Instinctively, you reach for him, only to have Scaramouche snatch your wrist and hold it in place.

"My attention not enough for you?" he asks in a haughty tone, his gaze sharp as he side-eyes Kabukimono. The poor boy looks so dejected.

"That's not fair...I want to hold them too..." Kabukimono nearly whines, lips pulled into a pitiful frown. He stares at you so hopefully that it could break your poor heart.

"I mean, there's enough of me to share, right?" you reason, now looking towards Wanderer to save you from your little predicament.

He's been watching this interaction from the sidelines silently, arms crossed and expression unreadable. He's sizing up the other two, perhaps in disbelief that either were people he once was. Surely he wasn't this clingy in the past? As if he wasn't clingy now.

With an exasperated sigh, Wanderer walks right up to you and plucks you out of Scaramouche's grip like a teddy bear, earning an audible growl.

"You've spent enough time with these two," he murmurs into your ear, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist as he carries you away, your feet an inch or two off the ground.

You can hear the footsteps of the other two following in close pursuit, one set light and quick and the other loud and harsh.

"Where do you think you're going? You get to spend enough time with them as is," Scaramouche remarks bitterly. He's on the verge of just spitting 'they're mine' in his annoyance.

"Maybe....we can all take turns?" Kabukimono suggests to try and appease the growing tension between his other two forms. They both look at him unimpressed, making him shrink a bit.

"You know, he has a point! This is only temporary anyway!" you exclaim as you try to wiggle your way out of Wanderer's loving grasp.

He tuts at your resistance, but sets you down, your back pressed against his chest. He doesn't remove his arms though as he rests his chin on your shoulder, staring calmly at the other two. His lip quirks into a slight smirk, as if challenging them to try and take you.

You hold out both hands towards them, a sheepish smile on your lips in hopes they'll accept just a moment of truce. Kabukimono doesn't seem to care too much about the other two's reaction and immediately takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, expression absolutely delighted. As long as he's touching you, he's happy.

Scaramouche scoffs and places a hand on his hip, less concerned about Kabukimono and more focused on Wanderer's smug smirk. He doesn't want to admit defeat, but seeing these two get their way gets under his skin. Begrudgingly, he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, his thumb lightly rubbing your skin.

Wanderer hums in amusement as he glances between his two forms before raising his lips to your ear once more. "You happy now? Got us all wrapped around your little finger."

You chuckle in relief as everyone seems to have come to a temporary agreement and nod. How long will this peace last you wonder....

[morose-melodies]

unavoidable fate | yandere! pre fatui! kabukimono/scaramouche x reader

summary: who is this strange man who roams around your village? and why is he so attached to you?

content warning: separation anxiety.

this is from scaramouche's story, "tiny doll." - he had done such things with great patiences in times past, after all, leaning things such as holding cutlery, wearing clothes, combing his hair... yes, he had learned to be a "human" from the little things up. 👍👍

"kabukimono,"

that was his name. the name of the man who appeared in your village a week ago. he roamed around and occasionally disappeared just to appear again later that day.

he seemed dejected. his eyes were always so distant, so sad. so one day, you stopped him and gave him a warm drink and a blanket, telling him to go home and be safe.

but he had no home. you tried to understand what he meant... "you have no home? then where did you come from?" your confusion was apparent as he took a small, hesitant sip from the cup you gave him.

"I don't know. I don't know anything," he replied before parting ways with you for the night. after that night, he seemed to hang around your house, like a stray cat that continued to come back to the person that helped it.

"don't look at me like that, it's weird," you look at kabukimono as he stood at the doorway ... he was watching you again.

one day, after your first interaction with kabukimono, he appeared at your front door one night, "please allow me to stay with you."

it was dark in your home. all the lights were out, you had blindly navigated through the house to get to the front door upon hearing your doorknob jiggle so late at night.

it was so late and you were so tired. you nodded, stepping aside to allow him in. kabukimono stepped in and stood there as you closed and locked your door.

you led him a few steps forward and guided him to sit on the couch. he was pliant, moving where you wanted him to and doing as you pleased. "'kay, sit there. I'll get you a blanket," you assured him before leaving him alone.

you reached out and grabbed his hand, ready to guide him to the couch where he would sleep for the night. the puppet flinched, his fingers tensing as if he were ready to pull away from you but didn't. "come on," you said, your voice hushed, and kabukimono wondered why you were talking so quietly.

alone in the dark, kabukimono sat there quietly, his hands on his lap. he liked you, or, at least felt an odd sense of loyalty to you. you helped him, so, of course, when he was cold and needed somewhere to go this night, he thought of you.

when you came back, you laid him down and put a blanket on top of him, tucking him in, and said, "come to me if you need something, okay?" and he went to sleep and so did you.

so, that next morning, before the sun had even fully came up, kabukimono was in your bedroom, standing at the doorway, watching you.

"uhm... good morning?" you sat up and looked at him, to which he replied, "... good morning."

that morning, as you bathed, did your hair, and got dressed, he was near, following after you and watching you.

it wasn't that you didn't mind him watching you but he just seemed so harmless -- the way he watched you was sort of curious.

"put this coat on, we'll go out to get some water," you offered, holding out one of your old coats to him and he took it from you.

as you put your coat on, you noticed that he hadn't put his own coat on but instead seemed confused, holding the coat. "uh, here," you took the coat from him and slid it onto him, "there. now, c'mon."

and together, the two of you went out to the well near the middle of the village and got two buckets of fresh water. hoping to make some use out of him, you gave him one of the buckets to carry and he did.

afterwards, the two of you went back to your house. settling down, you made him breakfast to keep him occupied while you went out to gather supplies and materials that you needed.

... but.

he was confused when you set a pair of chopsticks onto his plate, "I'm not... understanding," he confessed.

"um, it's a chopstick, y'know?" you moved to stand behind him, taking the chopsticks and sat it in his hand, helping him hold it properly.

instead of going out for supplies, you stood behind him, helping him get accustomed to the use of chopsticks. instead of a nice ten minutes breakfast, you spent thirty minutes teaching kabukimono how to hold and eat with chopsticks.

you didn't have any problems with kabukimono.

he was quiet and complaint, he hadn't given you any grief, well, not until you tried to leave for the day...

"where are you going?" he perked up almost immediately at the sight of you approaching the front door, "are you leaving? why? uh, where are you going?" standing from where he sat, he approached you, standing at your side.

he looked prepared to plead, to cling onto you and beg you to stay with him.

"I need supply, y'know... stuff to make food with," you explained to him but kabukimono seemed to worry more.

he didn't want you to leave. what if you didn't come back? he should go with you, shouldn't he? "can I come? please let me come with you, I can be helpful," he offered, standing so close to you that his arm was pressed against yours.

"no, no. you can stay, it's fine. I'll be back in an hour, you don't need to worry so much," you tried to ease his worries, patting his shoulder before turning to open the front door.

but all kabukimono heard was an hour. you'd be gone for an hour?? that was far too long! "wait, wait! I can help you, let me- please let me go with you!" He pleaded, running out the front door, after you, clinging to your arm.

"go back in! you're not wearing your coat, go. you'll get sick," you tried to shake him off but upon realizing that he wasn't going to let go, upon realizing that he was in a genuine state of panic over this, you stepped back into your house.

"calm down... look, i... I um, I won't go. I'll stay," you promised him, sitting him onto the couch before sitting beside him, "I won't go, I promise."

he had been breathing so fast, so hard. he'd never felt that way before, he'd never felt so terrified of losing something before.

that was sorta when it clicked for him that he didn't want to lose you and couldn't stand to be away from you.

[prttykittes]

BULLYING PATHETIC LOSERS’ NIPPLES IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM!

Characters- Kabukimono, Thoma, Kazuha cw. Bully!reader, sub!male, Dom!reader, GN!reader, nipple play, sensitive nipples, bully/victim, public sex(in classroom), handjob, Modern au, degradation, dubcon

notes: I got the bully and sensitive nipples from my babe(kun5) <3 thxs to her -3-

KABUKIMONO

his pathetic pretty tears rolling down his face, he looks like a crybaby. Maybe that should be his name, it fits him so perfectly. He weakly moans, letting out a sob as you rub at his cock, your hands soon become wet. His cute body shakes, his pretty dick twitches as it leaks so much pre-cum. His hips stutter against your hand, he jumps when your fingers pinch at his nipples. “a-ah!” He moans, he closes his eyes. His bottom lip shakes, Your fingers pinch at his nipples. You pull your hand away as you brush your palm against his nipple. It's so sensitive, his dick and his nipples! He lets out a loud moan, you rush to cover his mouth. It was lunch, you hear footsteps stop at the door but they continue walking. You pull your hand away, it's covered in his white stickiness. You smile as you lick it up, he blushes at the sight.

THOMA

The goody two shoes were trembling and moaning under you, his nipples were so hard. His hand grips at his desk, his hair is covering his eyes, his forehead is sweaty. He was panting so much just by your hand toying with his sensitive nipples. You smirk. “Awh, aren't the goody two shoes having so much fun?~” you say slyly, your other hand grabs his clothed dick. “AHh!” You cover his mouth. “Ah, ah. You don't want someone to find you like this? Don't you?” You say, tears swallow up in his eyes, he shakes his head no. You giggle, softly. He lets out a small moan, your fingers play with his nipples, your other hand also plays with his nipples. You twist and pinch, you bring one nipple to your mouth, sucking on it. His hips stutter, you smile as you look down and see a wet spot on his pants. He came just by your fingers on his sensitive nipples, you want to suck up his cum so bad.

KAZUHA

His white hair swiftly moves, he lets out a moan. Your fingers dance around his nipple, your other hand pinches at skin at his hip. “O-ah!” he lets out a moan, while you sit on the teacher’s seat, he humps your leg. “Humping, your bully's leg? Isn't that like a trope you read before?” You say, he shakes his head. “Ah- n-no!” He says, you tilt your head “probably another nerd” you say, you pinch his nipple hard. He throws his head back, his hips stutter, you smile as he moans. He moans, his legs tremble. You can see a wet spot on his jeans, his mouth opens. You smirk as you bully his nipples, he continues to hump at your leg. He looks at the classroom door, hoping none will open the door and see this. You push him down more on your leg, he throws his head back. He cums, his pants for all wet at the crotch area, you smile and lean back, you look up at the clock and it's 5 minutes until classes start

[awkuni]

༻⋆ 。𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂’𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 ? ! ♱

⤷ “ he couldn’t hold back any longer. there was a carnal desire deep within his roots which screamed in the foreground of his mind, begging him to utterly devour you whole. ”

part of k.tober ノstalker!kabukimono x fem!readerノnsfw — mdni. elements of stalking. partial somnophilia. grinding. unprotected sex. whiny + possessive kabuki <3. creampie. clit play. wc .. 3642.

recently, you moved into a new house. it was a lovely neighbourhood, however you were not quite accustomed to the new environment yet. it was your style, the scenery akin to the serendipitous relief of the autumn breeze, however it was a big change from your last home. once you had finally settled down, you were warmly welcomed by your next-door neighbour, kabukimono. it made you feel less out of place in this unfamiliar area.

everything was smooth sailing, and you had gotten pretty close with him. you would say hi to him every time you got the chance to, and you would occasionally see him when you were out and about in the city.

kabukimono was a sweet man—innocent and untainted by the ugly gruesomeness of this world. the warmth of the atmosphere he omits was comforting, so naturally you told him all your problems.

“i don’t know what to do,” are the words which you broke the silence with. kabukimono softly sets the teacup down on the saucer with a clink, perking up to hear what you have to say.

you sat across from him, still mindlessly stirring your tea and watching the ripples and turbulence of the translucent liquid in the ceramic cup. “i feel like i’m constantly being… watched. even out on the streets when i’m shopping, i can’t shake the feeling that i’m being followed.”

the male across from you bites the inside of his cheek, gnawing at the flesh to try and form a response, form advice to help you in this current turmoil you were experiencing. he couldn’t say anything, so he continued to listen until given the cue to talk.

you finally stop stirring, setting the spoon down on the table before taking a nervous gulp, the beverage refreshing your senses and heating your core, bringing a sense of serene relaxation over your paranoia.

“i swear my door was locked before i went to bed, then it was unlocked the next morning. i’ve been shrugging it off but… it’s been happening more frequently as of late.”

kabukimono begins to get clammy, a cold sweat shuddering down his spine. he felt uneasy, as if you were nearing closer to something—something you weren’t meant to find out. his mind is a whirlpool of worry, and by the look on your face it seemed you had noticed. you were observant, too observant.

“hey, what’s wrong? is the tea not to your liking?”

indigo eyes lock onto you in a flurry, eyes darting between you and the tea he was drinking. he shakes his head, clearing the lump in his throat before reluctantly speaking up.

“n-no. it’s not that… i-it’s just… scary. it’s a scary situation, knowing that someone like that is roaming the neighbourhood…” he spoke in a meek tone, almost shying away from you, shrinking into the chair which upheld his figure.

you nod in agreement, shaky hands coming to set down the cup. you click your tongue, a million thoughts running cross country around the pathways of your nervous system. a fleeting sigh rummages its way from out the pit of your lungs, clawing the passage of your throat and whistling out between the grooves of your tongue.

“it’s fine,” you insist, staring into the seemingly bottomless beverage you had before you. the urge to just swallow it up to savour the numbing burn in your throat was becoming more prominent, but your attention was drawn back to the conversation at hand. “honestly, i’m sure it’ll pass over soon enough.”

“but what if it doesn’t? what would you—”

he realised that he was rambling, and quickly closed his mouth just as swiftly as he had opened it. silence befalls over the serenity of the atmosphere, the uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness creeping up in the back of both of your minds. the two of you share a knowing glance and kabukimono clears his throat before standing up.

“sorry, sorry. i better go, right? i mean… it’s getting late and i have to do… things.” he explains, being eerily vague with his excuse. nevertheless, you wouldn’t hold him captive here any longer if he had duties to attend to.

“yeah, you’re right. i need to wash up and everything… thanks for stopping by though!”

you happily escort him to the door, not finding it that much of a hassle. as soon as you see him walking down the pavement, you close the door, grabbing the keys and turning them in the door until it locks. you locked the door, even trying to open it just for safe measures. you were concrete sure it was locked, like it had been every night.

nothing was out of the ordinary. you did your normal nightly routine before getting comfortable in bed. the warmth of your sheets provided a blanket of coverage from whatever evil you may encounter tonight. you sink into the plush mattress, rubbing your eyes exasperatedly. you were so tired, yet you didn’t want to sleep—you wanted to catch whoever was tormenting you for almost three months.

… that’s what you swore to yourself before you fell asleep, that is.

you were out, cold, comfortably and peacefully resting intertwined into the quilt of your bed. meanwhile downstairs, there was a skilfully crafted lockpick, contorting within the lock of your door until your stalker heard the fated click of the lock finally giving way.

he slowly and intricately opens the door, stepping inside the already familiar floorplan of your home. he knew which floorboards creaked, what doors would squeak and how to navigate himself in the darkness—turning the lights on may rouse you, and that wouldn’t be good.

as usual, he creeps up the stairs, zealous with the task of finding you and finally ravishing you for his own.

he gnaws on his lip as he comes close to your room, sweet desperation dripping from the tips of his fingers. his hand comes into contact with the cold material of your doorknob, slowly turning it before pushing into the room, being hit with the strong scent of you.

it sent him in a daze, wholly surrounded by your essence as soon as he steps through the door frame. he shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible, as to not disturb your slumber.

upon the picturesque sight of you, his breath was swept away and pulled out of his lungs in the form of a sharp gasp. he felt as if his whole world had stilled by just looking at you. you were so captivating in his eyes, one single glance at you and the universe crumbled before his eyes. in his mind, there was nothing here except you and him, and nothing was able to stop him as his steps brought him to the edge of your bed.

the duvet had been kicked off of your upper half in your sleep, your body curled into a fetal position in order to unconsciously conserve all the heat that you could. he rests on the edge of your bed, running a hand down your spine, drinking in the way that you shuddered and stirred slightly.

with a hand on your cheek, he turns your face for him to see, admiring your expression with something that can be only described as a burning desire. he wanted you so badly, and you were right where he wanted you.

he swallows down the choked up feeling in his throat, trying to ignore the anxiety and paranoia pooling in his gut. the back of his hand trailing down the side of your figure, admiring all of your curves and all of the little things about your body. his eyes were practically hearts just from touching you, heart rate speeding up significantly, so much so that he could feel it pounding in the back of his skull.

he felt as if he was descending into his own paracosm, his body moving on its own, completely disassociated with any rational thinking. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, carefully descending down to your shoulder. his hands rest themselves on your thighs, mindfully positioning them to wrap around his waist as he hovers over you.

with trembling arms and an airy head, he leans in to press kisses against your jaw, allowing himself to lose his present consciousness in order to gain the courage to actually take you. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end, the fact that you could wake up at any point during this was like a carrot dangling over his head, taunting him.

he couldn’t help himself—the blood that was previously tainting his cheeks and streaking them a deep scarlet was now rushing south, spurring on his already accumulating arousal.

oh, fuck, he couldn’t hold back any longer. there was a carnal desire deep within his roots which screamed in the foreground of his mind, begging him to utterly devour you whole. his hips carefully press flush against your pelvis, eliciting a short whine from under his breath.

he’s now blushing profusely, one fist bunching up into your sheets while the other plants itself on the side of your face, thumb brushing against the plump of your cheek.

he starts off with gentle, languid grinds, which then descends into uncoordinated, lecherous jerks. he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be doing this—it’s too risky, but he wanted it so badly, it almost hurt to resist his impulses.

with his head hanging in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning against the sensitive flesh, he whimpers, the sound going straight into your ear.

he could feel himself trembling all the way through to his core, anticipating what your reaction would be if you were to wake up in this exact moment—would you be disgusted? push him away? or would you look up at him with the same air of lust he mutually held for you?

as if he was reading a crystal ball, you immediately start to stir after a particularly harsh grind of his hips. his breath hitches, eyes going wide as he shoots up from your neck, eyes darting around your expression anxiously. a shudder wracks through every edge of his body as he sees your vibrant eyes start to flutter open.

with a soft groan, you rub your eyes, noticing an odd weight atop you. once you fully come to your senses, you notice the hazy indigo irises staring down at you, wide-eyed and filled to the brim with worry.

“kabukimono…?”

there was a pregnant pause, akin to your earlier conversation with him about the stalker situation… the stalker situation.

he was your stalker.

his whole body shudders upon hearing you say his name in that sleepy tone, and it oddly turned him on more than he thought it would.

“you’ve been the one stalking me?”

he gulps. however, hearing the tone of your voice made him confused. you didn’t seem all that upset about this outcome—i mean, it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting—yet you showed an off-putting indifference to this.

the position you were in was undeniably lewd, and there was no doubt that you definitely felt his grinds. he swallows diffidently, his eyes trailing down before he moves away from you, making a move to stand up until you tightly gripped his wrist.

“yes. yes, i have been,” he splutters out in an timid way, almost ashamed of his actions. your hand on his wrist sent him into a spiral and his mouth started moving at a quicker pace than his brain. “i just— i want you. i want you so badly, yet i couldn’t find any means to interact with you in such a way. i would be too embarrassing and awkward a-and it would probably make you turn your back to me. you wouldn’t want to speak with me ever aga—”

your soft hold grasps at his cheek, your thumb stroking the bright red which came forth. a light-hearted chuckle escapes your captivating lips, and it doesn’t help his already lovesick mental state.

“it’s fine, kabukimono.” your eyes trail down his body, locking onto the prominent tent in his shorts. “do you want me?” you mumble, referring to his aching erection.

he’s silent for a couple beats, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from making a rash decision—but how could he possibly resist this opportunity? you were offering yourself up to him, and he couldn’t find any means to decline you. he ends up nodding, cautiously making his way back in between your legs, however your legs willingly wrap around his waist this time.

his face is close to yours, nervous breaths fanning against your lips. you were so tempting… and you looked even more gorgeous splayed out underneath him, all for him to have. he just hovered above you for a few beats, admiring your features in great detail, before finally—finally pressing his quivering lips against yours.

the feeling of relief was not far off of serendipitous, as if you both instantly clicked in the brief moment your lips merely brushed together. you let out a soft moan against him as your lips interlocked in a sweet waltz of longing, his months of pent up frustration and manic lust. the kiss was delicate and it seemed as if he was treating you as a fragile porcelain doll, brushing the dust off your cheek, scared to mar the pristine skin as if you were a precious antique that needed to be preserved.

yet his mind completely flees from the topic as soon as he feels your hand slide down the front of his abdomen. all inhibitions were lost in translation as he lets out a muffled whimper against the plush of your lips, pulling away from the lip-lock in order to observe your dexterous movements.

with eyes hazy and clouded over with a lustrous passion, you look up at him with feigned innocence, but for some reason he couldn’t find it in his senses to look at you, because he knew that he would immediately crack under the pressure. the immense incineration of arousal boiling in his gut was becoming too blazing to ignore, and you couldn’t just stand aside and watch him struggle any longer.

carefully and gently, you press the heat of your palm flush against the straining bulge in his pants, earning a gasp in response. a conniving smirk crawls its way up your face, holding a thick, teasing air of tension between the two of you. his eyes precariously flit up to yours and he can almost taste the mirth in your lustful gaze.

“want you… t-to touch me. ‘ve been waiting for so long…” he breathily complains, urging you to be compliant with his demands—simply from the whiny tone in his voice. the blood rushing throughout his body sends a surplus of endorphins to each corner of his being, spurring on the very core of his arousal and producing an involuntary buck of his hips straight into your hand.

the soft chuckle which resonates from your spit-glossed lips almost sends him into a frenzy, his glossy eyes blurring up from the combined feeling of raw desideratum and rapture. he swears that from the sheer ardour of your touch that it’ll soon be imprinted on his milky flesh. he grinds his teeth together in hopes to compose what was left of his dignity as you pulled his reddened cock out, tip flushed and leaking with pre just from your tantilising ministrations.

he presses his forehead against your cheek, letting out irresolute sounds of what seemed like begging next to the shell of your ear. he presses featherlight, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw as you languorously stroke his length, and he can’t deny that it feels just like he fantasized it to be—possibly even better than he thought it would be.

he grinds his pelvis into your hand, relishing in the brief bouts of euphoria which came. it rushed over him in waves, shallow yet not managing to actually crest. that’s when he concludes that it wasn’t enough, he needed more of you, all of you, if possible.

he hesitantly grips onto the flimsy waistband of your bottoms, looking at you for confirmation. once you lifted your hips up to signal to him that you were enabling his proposal, he immediately drags your pants and underwear down in one singular tug.

he downright drools upon seeing your sopping cunt, fingers immediately magnetising to your clit to give it a couple short rubs. the sharp inhale you take as you kiss your teeth sends shivers up his spine, his unwavering focus completely directed at pleasing you to the best of his abilities. the way your voice keened into a higher pitch every time he pressed down harder tells him everything he needed to know.

“kabuki—” you cut yourself off with a short stagger of your breath, rolling your hips up into his nimble fingers. they worked with such precision, massaging at just the right pace to make you dripping with your own slick. “please…”

the way your voice quivered and the way each breath of yours sounded like a struggle, he didn’t think that he’d be able to control his urges anymore. the salacious nerves to just be inside you at this moment was splitting him in two, but evidently he submits to his desires.

he presses the tip of his cock into your folds, testing the waters before slowly inching into you. he was gentle with it, constantly pausing and giving you time to adjust to the foreign girth. the flutter of your velvety walls sucking him in was so easily captivating, pulling him in like he was tied around some imaginary fishing line connecting him to you. the way you attempted to muffle your own melodic moans was like a crime to him—he wanted to hear his precious songbird sing out for him, and it filled him with a sense of pride knowing that it was him doing this to you. you were letting him do this to you.

he felt himself crumbling atop you, his once stable facade soon ripping at the seams to show the desperate stature underneath. his eyes roll back into his skull, finally bottoming out within you. it was like he was having an epiphany—why hadn’t he done this earlier?

once you arch your back and mumble out a soft-spoken ‘move’, he complies, slowly rocking his hips as a way to indirectly taunt you. he finds himself short of breath just by looking at his cock disappear within you, a sticky white halo of mixed fluids forming on the base of his length which simply sent him into a frenzy.

“s-shit…” he groans, nuzzling his nose into your neck and inhaling your scent. it was like an aphrodisiac, coaxing him to push himself further and further into you. he sucks up a small mark in the crook of your neck, a symbol which screamed his underlying possessiveness over your body. you were his now, and there was no going back in his views.

“feels s’good, kabuki… g-god,”

the shakiness in your voice as it was wracked with pleasure sent him into a spiral. warmth flooded every ounce of his being as his hips continued their rhythmic pace, catering to both of your needs flawlessly. he trails a hand down to your sensitive bud, swiftly tracing steady circles with a simple flourish of his hand.

it caused a chain reaction, your head getting thrown back as your thighs trembled around his waist, pussy clenching down on him which only enunciated the lewd squelching sounds coming from the erotic mixture of your combined fluids. heavy pants escaped your parched mouth until kabukimono’s lips came and swooped down to take yours into his, the short kiss becoming more of an exchange of saliva than anything.

it was like sweet saccharine as he indulged himself without reservation, gasping and whining into your mouth like it was the last moment he would have with working lungs. he felt his brain go fuzzy, completely and wholly full with the unfettered elation of being inside of you—he could drop dead right here and he’d die a happy man.

he felt his pace falter for a moment as your gummy walls flutter around him, the pleasurable blanket of your orgasm smothering your abdomen, hardly giving you time to breathe as you came with a harsh cry. the feeling of your fluids gushing around him was all he really needed to spill himself inside of you.

he fully bottoms out inside of you, biting down on your neck to stifle the outright pathetic sob he lets out as his hips come to a halt, pressing his cock up against your most vulnerable spot inside, causing an involuntary jolt from your body.

you were practically milking him dry as he reached his high, cumming inside of you without a second of hesitation. the warmth which blossomed forth from the action caused your guts to stir and head to spin, your mind becoming hazy and all your thoughts were focused around him and how he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

he collapses atop your body, indigo eyes foggy with the afterglow of his orgasm. his hand comes up to rest against the side of your neck as he started to sprinkle candy-sweet kisses down the flushed flesh, occasionally nipping at the skin just to pull a startled giggle from your overworked lungs.

you soon started to drift off underneath him, unconsciously leaning your cheek into his hand as the fatigue of being awakened in the middle of the night took a toll on you. a heavy weighted blanket of serenity washes over him, and in that moment he found comfort in the fact that he was yours, and more importantly, you were his.

[wanderingconstellations]

wanderer kabukimono and scara fucking reader😈😈😈😈😈

foursome I see.

"Come on slut, sit on Kabukimono's face. He's been whining all day, now hurry up so can shut up."

Scaramouche pulled you up by your hair, while Wanderer spread your legs apart, showing your glistening cunt to Kabukimono who looked at your cunt drip with arousal from Scara's words.

Kabukimono took no chance to stuff his face into your cunt, sucking and licking your cunt like it's his favorite meal that he hasn't had for decades. Scaramouche just scoffed, taking the turn to hold your legs apart while Wanderer soon pushes his cock into your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers.

Scaramouche also his cock stuffed inside of your ass, roughly snapping his hips, bullying that spongy spot of you with every thrust he did.

"Look at that, the slut is drooling over us. I guess two cocks is never enough for them, huh."

Scaramouche held you in nelson position, keeping your legs spread and wide for Kabukimono to eat you out just right. Kabukimono was so happy, he get like he was in heaven just by being in between your legs. Your juices were so addicting for Kabukimono, so sweet and delicious.

Wanderer groaned, his hand gripping your hair, thrusting his cock into your mouth while you cried over how Scara's cock bullied and assaulted that spot inside of you. It's not like you can do anything but cum right in the spot.

And Kabukimono just licked it all up, savouring your taste on his tongue. Wanderer grunts and groans, keeping a deadly grip on your hair as he was getting closer to climax.

"You better swallow it all."

Of course you did, you happily swallowed all of his bittersweet cum, while Scara just rolls his eyes and continues to thrust his hips up to meet yours.

There it goes again, changing positions, and now Kabukimono was fucking you from behind, while you took Scaramouche's cock into your mouth, sucking off with a look of bliss on your face.

Wanderer was just watching, lazily stroking his own length. You're too fucked out to even realize that Kabukimono released his cum inside of you, or even when you guys switched positions again.

"Aww...look at that, the slut can't do anything but think about our cocks. How cute.."

Scaramoche was apparently mocking you, thrusting his hips up and making you squeal in pleasure. You forgot how many times you even came, or even how long you four have been doing this.

For sure, they're not done with you just yet.

[haileyywrites]

Summary: Tales of a mystical kitsune wandering the forest at night causes Kabukimono to go out and try his luck, for it is said they grant wishes to those who brave the night. His situation quickly turns dangerous, yet he is saved by the very person he was looking for...

Pairings: Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi x Kitsune!Reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral! Poc friendly! Platonic! Found family type of fic! Not cannon, basically an au! Not meant to be lore accurate! Little angsty possibly, but mostly just fluff! LONG!! Possible grammar mistakes you can point out!

“Have you heard? There's apparently a kitsune in the woods who can grant any wish!” An eager man gushes.

“A kitsune? Like Lady Guuji from Narukami Shrine?” Another asks.

“Yes! But this one can grant wishes!”

“Sounds like baseless rumors to me...” The other man dismisses his friend.

“Its not! Remember that beggar who hangs around here sometimes? He's now gone and rich I've heard!” He boasts.

“He could have just left and found a job, what exactly proves he's rich now? He's not even here.” The sceptical man questioned.

“Don't believe me if you don't want to, but it's true!”

Kabukimono had been listening to the two converse for some time now, he was completely entranced by the man's story and couldn't hold back any longer as he approached the two men. His eyes were glimmering with hope that the story was indeed true!

“Excuse me! Can you tell me more?” He asked shyly.

“Don't believe him, kid. He falls for these kinds of hoaxes easily.” The other man warned.

“No I don't! Anyway, it's said you need to go into the woods at night with a full moon and ask for the kitsune to appear with sincerity. If you're deemed worthy they'll appear and grant your wish!”

“Wow!” Kabukimono couldn't help, but be in awe at the thought of such a being existing.

“To me it sounds like something made up to lure fools into the woods at night to ambush them.” The other man sighed hopelessly.

“Hey, kid. If you do find the kitsune be sure to come back and prove this fool wrong!” The man smiled.

“Uh, sure!” He awkwardly answered.

Kabukimono of all shouldn't trust the words of humans or the deeds of mystical beings resembling gods, but... If there was a chance it was true then he had to take it! It wasn't like he had anything to lose if it wasn't true, but everything to gain if it was.

Every night he gazed at the dark star littered sky hoping to see the full moon shining above brightly, but only various states of crescent would show up. He waited inpatiently until the large full moon finally presented itself, he immediately rushed off to the direction the man had pointed him to.

The dark had never particularly bothered him before, but when all alone in a forest at night it was sure to make anyone anxious... The wildlife was surprisingly scarce and it was almost eerily quiet, only his own footsteps making the faintest noise. He felt like his every move was being watched by someone unknown, almost as soon as he had stepped into the dark he felt someone had their eyes on him.

Kabukimono's eyes darted from one direction to another as panic slowly settled in, he had no idea where he was going. He was all alone in the dark, all alone in a forest at night, he was all alone. Or was he? Which one was more terrifying, he wondered as his mind began racing with terrified thoughts he couldn't control. He could feel a cold sweat wash over him as his limbs began shaking.

“Wait!” He shouted before hurrying off to the direction of the animal.

Suddenly a unique looking kitsune fox jumped from the bushes before him, it delicately tilted it's head at the scared boy. He forgot all about his worries as he stared at the beautiful animal that didn't fear him in the slightest it seemed. It's eyes looked almost human as it softly gazed at him, but seeing as he calmed down soon enough the fox began walking away towards an unknown direction in the forest.

“Hey, kid!” A familiar voice called from the sidelines.

Confused Kabukimono turned towards the man who told him the story earlier that day in the village, the story that led him here in the first place. The sceptical man was behind the storyteller and was looking rather... uncomfortable for some reason. Perhaps he too didn't like treading through the dark forest at night.

“Oh, hi.” He answered before turning to look around for the fox.

“Whatcha looking for?” The man questioned.

“I saw a stranger kitsune, but I lost it...” He sadly answered.

“A strange looking kitsune?!” The man asked with excitement.

Kabukimono only nodded without paying much attention to the pair as he was still hoping to encounter the fox again, or at least find it's trace. As he wasn't paying attention the man grabbed his shoulders tightly before turning him around, his wide eyes gleamed in a terrifying way.

“It must be the one who grant's wishes! Oi, bring the rope! Did you see where it went?” He spoke quickly.

“Um, no... I lost it.” He answered quietly.

“What a bother...” The man sighed, but still didn't let go of Kabukimono's arm.

In fact - he held on tighter as the other man brought the rope that was requested earlier. Before Kabukimono could do anything he was wrapped tightly with the rough rope and tied against a large sturdy tree. There was nothing he could do to stop them and moving while bound so tightly burned against his skin.

“What are you doing?!” He asked in a panicked tone.

“Sorry, can't let you steal my wish kid. But thanks for leading us this far.” He grinned wickedly.

“Can we go already?” The uncomfortable looking man asked with a guilty look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah! Here.” He dropped a small pouch of mora on Kabukimono's lap. “For your help.”

He stared at the pouch on his lap with a hopeless expression... He was once again betrayed and he didn't even know their names. No matter what it seemed he was cursed to be forever betrayed and abandoned by not only people he knew, but also those he didn't. What a joke of an existence. He reached out for a glimmer of hope for his miserable life and he gets stabbed in the back.

“What a typical human thing to do.” A voice from the darkness said.

“Who's there?!” The man called out.

“The one you have supposedly been seeking.” Thry answered, but still didn't reveal themselves.

“The wish granting kitsune?!” The men asked in unison.

“O, mighty kitsune! Please grant my wish and bring me fortune! My wish is heartfelt.” He kneeled down with his hands up in prayer.

“You'd be better off begging from the Shogun herself. I will only warn you once - leave.” Their cold voice said.

“What?” The dumbfounded man asked.

A deep sigh was heard before their figure stepped out from the darkness, their every feature now illuminated by the moonlights glow. The pointed ears, hair and tail were the same color as the mysterious unique kitsune he had seen earlier - there was no mistaking it. Especially those chilling eyes that glared at the two men, they were so warm and gentle just a moment ago as they comforted him...

“Enough! I gave you enough warning and chances to leave, now I'll make you do so.” Their chilling voice spoke as their eyes began glowing.

Whatever happened next Kabukimono wasn't entirely sure as he quickly closed his eyes and turned his head away in - fear? He wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't want to witness whatever it is the kitsune did to them. Only when everything went back to the serene silence and he felt his restraints being pulled off did he open his eyes. Those warm and gentle eyes you had earlier had returned as you carefully removed the ropes from around him.

Out of instinct he jumped away since you were so close to him, but when he looked closer he could see you were caressing the tree he was previously bound to. The bark had slightly worn off in some places but overall it wasn't bad at all thus a gentle smile graced your features. It came as quickly as it dissapeared when you stood up and turned towards the the unconscious men.

“Humans are so bothersome, they always seek for the easy way out. Riches, beauty and eternal life...” You mutter bitterly to yourself.

“Tell me then, what is you seek?” You turn your gaze to the frightened boy.

He stayed silent before looking away from your intense stare, he stays silent as he thinks hard about your words. To wish for anything... What is it he truly seeked the most, wanted the most, longed for the most? He honestly hadn't thought that much or far ahead, despite being the creation of a literal god he had doubted your existence. Something as good as you couldn't possibly exist in the same world he did.

“A family, a home, a purpose... I'm not sure.” He quietly answered.

“Hmm... I'm not sure if that's something a simple wish could grant. It seems like something you have to create for yourself.” You answered honestly.

“...” The boy looked at you with sad yet strikingly beautiful indigo eyes. “Do you really grant wishes?”

“No. Nor have I ever heard of one that does.”

Your answer only made him more sad to the point he had tears brimming in his eyes. It didn't bring you any joy in saying it to him, but you didn't want to get his hopes up again in risk of him continuing to put himself in dangerous situations for the possibility of wish granting kitsune that didn't exist. You could never be fully sure, but kitsune were rare as it is so if such a being existed you would surely know of them.

“Follow this path down and you'll return to the village you came from.” You pointed behind him.

You turned your back to him and began walking away for the second time that night. You had nothing to offer the poor unfortunate boy, despite how much you might have wished to help him... You quickly came to a halt and froze in place as something cool latched onto your hand, turning back you could see the boy holding onto you with tears still brimming his round eyes.

He didn't need to say a word as you understood what his eyes were silently telling you. He had nowhere and no one to return to. He was silently begging you to take him with you, to not leave him like everyone else did. You were not particularly fond of humans due to their nature, but who could possibly say no to him?

“I see...” You said before gently holding his hand in return. “Say, have you ever visited a youkai banquet? The full moon is still high in the sky and they love to party during such nights.”

The boy wiped his tears away and shook his head to say no. “Then you're in for quite an eventful night.”

You smiled brightly as you walked hand in hand deeper into the forest. The youkai could be too energetic, loud and brash for you sometimes, but Kabukimono was clearly in need of company like theirs. You could endure it for one night to see that boy with a smile on his face.

A/N: Comments, likes and reblogs / any feedback is hugely appreciated <33

[chuusmuts]

imagine innocent!kabukimono being needy

smut(?) afab reader (mentioned of tight walls), needy kabukimono, male masturbation, corruption (kabukimono).not proofread.

you can see this as part two of kabukimono finding out you lactate (where he found out about sex/ read a book about it) or another version of innocent kabukimono going wild. kinda want to make this a series, ngl.

when he opened the door to your room, he expected you to be in your room, but he was greeted with silence. he suddenly hit the realization that you were supposedly out to buy some grocery. this scent in your room, it's your scent. he missed it so much, he missed your scent, he missed you. you were just here a few minutes ago, how could he has had miss you so bad already?

he sighed, realising you would be gone for a while. he hated when you were away, even if it was only for a little bit. he needed you here with him, always. he sat down on the floor near the door, resting his head against it. his heart raced at the thought of being alone, it reminded him when he was being thrown away. he wanted to be with you, hold you, touch you, kiss you. but most importantly, he wanted to be held by you. he didn't know what else to do but wait for you to come back home. he tried to calm himself down, he couldn't let his emotions control him.

his eyes roamed all over your room as he missed your presence, and eventually, his gaze fell on a book beside your bed. out of curiosity, he got up and took a look at the book. a book about... oral and sex? what even is that? he'd never heard of it. the cover of the book was very erotic, it's a picture of a man pounding himself into a woman's pussy. since he was an innocent puppet, he was clueless about all of this, but at the same time, he felt like getting to know about this thing called 'oral' and 'sex'.

kabukimono looked at the book with his eyes widened in confusion. he had no idea what oral and sex meant, he didn't even know what a vagina was. out of curiousity, he grabbed the book and flipped through it, feeling both intrigued and uncomfortable. he felt his face heat up as he read through the pages, it was all just too much for him to handle. he started to feel nervous, unsure of whether he should keep reading or not. nevertheless, he continued to read, trying to make sense of everything he saw and read as he was still puzzle about it.

ultimately, he stopped at a page whereas the top of it was written 'how to pleasure yourself when you're missing them'. wasn't that... what he's feeling right now? he missed you so much he felt like dying. but the question was, what's this thing called 'pleasure'? he read this thing so-called masturbation and as he read further, he began to feel a stirring in his lower region. this was all so new to him, yet he found himself wanting to learn more, his inquisitiveness got the better out of him. he had no idea where he was going with this, but he felt like he needed to do something, something toward his cock. should he follow the instructions and actually try to do it?

his hands trembled as he read the next paragraph, which explained how to perform a self-handjob. he felt his cheeks turn red as he read as he felt embarrassed and nervous. he wondered if it was normal for people to masturbate. the fact that he was reading and thinking about doing it made him feel dirty, but he wanted to know if it would really make him feel better or if it would help him forget about his loneliness. glancing down at his crotch, he saw how his cock was starting to become erect. this was all so strange and foreign to him since he'd never experienced this, but he decided to give it a shot. he took off his boxer and noticed the tip of it was already leaking with precum; a clear, colorless, viscous fluid that is emitted from the urethra of the penis during sexual arousal, was what it was written in the book. placing one hand on his cock, he gently stroked it, trying to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do.

step one, find your stroke. it said in the book, to get things started, use your hand to find a rhythm you love. and so, he continued stroking his cock in a slow pace. the longer he stroked it, the more he felt like groaning as his breathing got heavy. he must has had found the rhythm he loved. as he masturbated himself, his gaze fell on your picture that was hanging on the wall, and it only aroused him more. his heart pounded even faster as he unconsciously started to call out your name, groaning and moaning. it felt so good, so amazing that he began to visualize you were the one who was giving him the handjob. he imagined your voice, your soft touch, your gentle caresses, and the way you'd look at him with your cute and gentle smile.

the sensation was incredible, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. he felt like he was melting inside as his body shivered with pleasure. he kept stroking faster and harder, not realizing how much he was moving his hips and how loud he was becoming. the sound of his voice filled with need and desire grew louder and louder, filling the silent room. he called out your name, begging for you to return and hold him, to touch him, to make him feel good. he was lost in the moment, completely unaware of the world around him. he was only focused on the pleasure he was feeling and the fact that he needed you to be there with him.

he continued to follow the instructions as he next rubbed and squeezed his balls. they were (not) surprisingly very sensitive to him and packed with nerve endings. he rubbed them gently with one hand while the other maintained a stroke on his penis. at last, he placed the book aside when he felt he could masturbate himself without guidance.

at one point, he could barely breathe properly, and his whole body tense and started shaking. "ngh... ah... y/n..." he threw his head back and opened his mouth wide as he kept moaning, tears welling up in his eyes, feeling the urge to cum. "need you so bad... i miss y– ngh..." his bangs sticked to his forehead and his neck was shining, glistening as a bead of sweat rolled down while he speeded up the pace and kept squeezing his balls. "w– wanna fuck you... fuck..."

he could feel the muscles in his pelvis tighten and contract as he neared his climax. his cock throbbed and pulsed against his palm, the sensations growing stronger and more intense. he could feel his entire body shake as a stream of precum dripped down the length of his cock. his breathing became ragged and uneven, and his heart raced as he struggled to maintain control. he couldn't hold it in anymore, and finally, he screamed your name, his voice echoing throughout the room, his body convulsing and twitching. he came hard, his cock pulsing and spurting with a hot, sticky fluid.

the hot liquid dripped from his tip onto his thighs, pooling the sheet beneath him. the feeling of cumming was so good, but it wasn't nowhere near enough. oh, how he badly wished it was you who made him cum. he collapsed on the bed, smelling your sweet scent, and all he could think was having your tight walls around his cock as he fuck you dumb. he couldn't wait till you come back to relieve his needs.

[crimsoncandy04]

how do you like the idea Sex in a small space with Kabukimono, Wanderer, Scaramouche

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(POV: You were exploring an old domain with The Wanderer before accidentally falling through the floor and also the fabric of reality apparently?

Now there you were, stuck in a VERY uncomfortable closet sized stone hole in the ground deep within a dark underground labyrinth located somewhere in the middle of the Sumeru desert.

Along with Wanderer and two of his previous selves that he once believed were wiped from existence.

Scaramouche and Kabukimono.

Scaramouche sat down on the ground cross-legged just beneath you. You were stuck on your knees just above him as Wanderer glared down at you both while being uncomfortably squished against your left side. Poor kabukimono was practically on top of you and stuck between you and the wall on your left.

And it was getting unbearably hot in here with everyone so close now.

"Bitch get your ass out of my face." Scaramouche barked suddenly as he tried to push you away. Only to make you thrust against the wall in front of you and yelp at the sensation of him grabbing your hips and shoving you.

Normally you'd be mad but something was terribly wrong here.

It was so hot. It felt like the air in this place was doing something to your head... and body. Instead of retorting back, you just went quiet and tried not to think about how Wanderer's crotch was so perfectly level with your face in here.

So hot.

You feel Kabukimono suddenly reach out and touch your cheek.

"Are you sick? You're burning up." You looked up at the kind version of Wanderer. His eyes held nothing but concern for you as you lied and shook your head.

Archons please don't touch...

"No no. I'm okay I p-promise." You felt your heart race suddenly as you realized that the air around you all was full of some strange magenta colored mist. It smelled so sweet so...hot.

Wanderer noticed too though he seemed as unaffected as the others.

"There's something in the air. Y/N seriously are you okay? Don't lie. You look like you're about to pass out." Wanderer tried to adjust himself in the tight space only to cause his clothed member to brush your face.

You mess up then and feel a small moan escape your lips.

"What the hell!?" Scaramouche snaps up at you. His indigo eyes burning a hole through your forehead practically as you tried to lie and despite how your words were slurring together now.

So hot...so... hungry.

"Please don't move Wanderer. I don't know what's happening right now...!"

Kabukimono tries to shift in his standing position instead.

"Here maybe I can help then. Do you need me to try and move instead?"

"No!" You practically scream. Not wanting to accidentally cause your body to feel any more friction than it already had.

Suddenly you feel a hand cupping your pussy.

"oh for crying out loud. Here. Is this what you wanted you stupid slut?" Scaramouche hissed as his fingers brushed your lips through your panties. You gasped and felt your hips move a little as your cheeks flushed an even more apparent shade of pink.

Scaramouche then slid two fingers inside your already wet canal. You moaned softly as he scissored your walls and mocked you for being such a pathetic and disgusting whore. You didn't care. It just felt so good ~

You feel Wanderer turn your head a little then. Using his hand to push your face against his erection. You kissed the hardened shape delicately and licked the outline through his shorts trying to get him to pull it out. Finally he did.

And it was just as Scaramouche grabbed your hips from below again and thrusted his own cock up into your soaking depths. You didn't want to leave kabukimono out and reached with your free hand to tease him as well until he followed behind the other two and removed his length for you to enjoy as well.

You all were squished in this crawlspace and had no way out. However as Scaramouche fucked into your oversensitive sex from below, and you alternated between sucking off Kabukimono and Wanderer on either side of you, you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be.

Wanderer kept a firm hand on the back of your head as he fucked your throat, Kabukimono sounded like he was losing his mind as you stroked him slowly, Scaramouche grunted as he forced you to take his manhood while he pinched your nipples.

You had no idea how it all happened or why, but as the trio spent the next few hours covering your sweaty body in hot cum, you found yourself no longer caring if you ever left or not.

[fatuismooches]

a lesson in forgiveness.

The puppet’s plan to save you by deleting himself from the world did not work. You were dead and would remain dead for all of eternity. You were never to be given a second chance, yet he received one, now going by the name Wanderer.

Wanderer had begun to heal, very, very slowly from not only your death but his own past life with the help of the Dendro Archon, but there was not a day where Wanderer didn’t think of you. Sometimes for a little while, sometimes for a long time. Though Wanderer had always kept your gift close to him. The comb you had given him had endured throughout time, not without challenges though. You had given it to him as a good luck charm before he set off on that fateful day. Some of the teeth had been chipped or even broken off. Wanderer always treated it with the utmost care, but time is everything’s greatest enemy, even to immortals.

More recently, Wanderer had decided to create a small doll of you. It was necessary for him, it was a way to cope and come to terms with your death. He remembers centuries ago, you said you had always wanted to see the world. To leave the little village you called home and see Teyvat for yourself. It’s not the same, but perhaps this could be some sort of atonement for letting you die. You’ll be able to see the beautiful sights that he sees with him. Maybe that would make you happy, wherever you were. He would not tell anyone how much time he put into it, for it was an embarrassingly long time. Every stitch and every detail was planned carefully, even making multiple pairs of clothing for you. He didn’t often use them though, but perhaps it was a way to keep his mind off other things. 

Nowadays, Lesser Lord Kusanali had begun to assign him to some bothersome tasks, which he reluctantly carried out. Though, it was mostly a front. He didn’t mind as much as he grunted and scoffed about it. And, Wanderer knows without a doubt that you would adore Nahida. So, he really didn’t mind being the Archons’s shadow. Ah, and the Aranara too, you would absolutely fawn over them. If he was Kabukimono, he would too.

But right now he was taking a break at his usual local cafe. This had become a sort of routine for Wanderer. It was nothing out of the ordinary now. Plus, the coffee here was not bad. The puppet was enjoying his solitude, away from the noise of others when a voice broke his tranquility.

“Hello, is this seat taken?” Wanderer's eyebrow twitched at the disturbance. Couldn’t this person read the room? He thought it would be quite obvious that he preferred to be left alone. He cracked an eyebrow open to retort the person but the sight of them made every part of his body freeze up, and the words died in his throat. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. If he were holding his cup of coffee, he would have dropped it.

For you were standing in front of him again. 

There were not many times Wanderer has been left speechless, for he always has some kind of response to everything, but not this time. What could he say, when confronted with the love of his life after over four hundred years of their death?

“Hello?” You tilted your head, beckoning for a reply. A nervous but genuine smile eased its way onto your lips. “Would you mind if I sat here with you?” Wanderer forced himself to regain his composure.

“…Do what you want.” That came out harsher than the puppet wanted it to, but his stern way of speaking had long been the norm for him. 

“Okay, thanks,” you smiled once again, tension in your shoulders leaving as you pulled out the chair. That smile of yours. That smile was all too familiar. Every part of his body was debating the possibility of this being you. Oh, how he longed for it to be you, but he couldn’t be sure that this was you. It must be just an uncanny resemblance to the you from centuries ago. Because you, [Name], were dead, and you were never coming back.

You began to search through your bag, looking for something. He got a peak of the contents, and there lay some Lavender Melon wrapped up to savor later for a snack. He gritted his teeth at the similarities before deciding to study you more. Your clothes had traditional aspects of Inazuma but also incorporated some styles from Sumeru. Perhaps you were on a trip? His question wasn’t left unanswered for long.

“You know, this is my first day in Sumeru. It’s so much bigger and livelier than I thought,” you hummed happily. “So I thought, the first thing I should do was try some of the local food! I heard it’s quite delicious,” you grinned again finding the Mora pouch in your bag. Then a look of realization appeared on your face. “Oh! How silly of me, rambling to a complete stranger. I’m [Name], by the way.” 

[Name].

[Name].

[Name].

[Name]. The name that had haunted and lingered with him for so long, had come back to the present day. Wanderer’s breath hitched as he could not help but feel a wave of emotions at the reality of the situation. You were back. You were alive again, happy and smiling, looking as if nothing had changed at all. Granted, there were still a few small differences from your past self, but it was wholly and authentically you. [Name]. There was no denying it, and he found himself boring his eyes into your figure. You were still so pretty, so attractive, your beauty not changing throughout time. The way you furrowed your eyebrows as you read through the menu, licking your lips in anticipation of digging into some yummy cuisine.

Wanderer wonders if you still like to cook, the same way the old you loved to. He wonders if you’ll recognize the techniques the old you taught him, how to cut and peel vegetables. Wanderer does it with ease now, no longer cutting his fingers clumsily as Kabukimono did. He wonders if you’d like his own cooking. Much of his knowledge of cooking came from you. He wants to see your face light up in excitement as you relish and praise him for how good he’s gotten without you. If he cooked you the same foods you ate together from those days, how would you react? If he showed you the comb, would you remember? If you remembered, would you forgive him for how he let you die all those years ago? Wanderer’s mind was overloaded with questions. 

He had gone through unspeakable things, but he was extremely strong now, at least stronger than Kabukimono. Wanderer thinks you’ll never be hurt ever again, not by any Treasure Hoarders, Fatui, Kairagi, Nobushi, Hilichurls, or whatever other monsters Teyvat has to offer. No, so long as he watched over you from afar, you would never be injured. But, he questions himself, does he truly deserve this opportunity? No, the better question was, do you deserve to have to deal with him, with him being the person he is now? You looked perfectly fine without him, oblivious to the way he had been suffering for so long after your death. Oblivious to the sins that coated his hands. At the very least, you didn’t meet him while he was Scaramouche. He probably would not have been a good lover to you back then. Your voice interrupted his thoughts. 

“This is my first time trying Sumeru’s coffee. Is it good?” His chest panged once again at how similar your words were spoken now as compared to a few hundred years ago. Wanderer remembers the exact moment, in the bath when you spoke about trying Sumeru’s coffee with him, as if it was yesterday…

“It’s alright,” Wanderer kept his tone neutral despite his thoughts.

“Oh really? Is it bitter or sweet?”

“Neither, it is a good balance. But… I always ask for mine to be extra bitter,” Wanderer admitted to you. Normally, he would never have even entertained a conversation with a stranger, but in a way, you were not a stranger to him.

“Extra bitter, huh? And that doesn’t bother you? Interesting,” you smiled, gaining interest in the conversation as you leaned in closer to him. “I don’t think I could ever handle that!” Wanderer knew that already. In Tatarasuna, you could never stomach the taste of such bitterness. Another look of realization crossed your face as you giggled to yourself.

“It just hit me, I introduced myself but I never asked you. What’s your name?” You smiled once again beautifully, Sumeru’s sun illuminating your features. Wanderer etched your expression forever into his mind before he spoke.

“Just call me… Hat Guy,” Wanderer did not know why he chose to say that name out of all, and he had to stop himself from cringing at himself.

“H-Hat Guy…?” You repeated. You were dead silent for a few seconds before you erupted in laughter, which sounded oh-so-familiar to him, and made his ‘heart’ sing. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your giggles. “Ah- ahahaha! I didn’t take you for a guy who likes to joke!”

Wanderer didn’t know how things would go from here, but as the wind carried your laugh away, he felt truly at peace after a very, very long time.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

[staycait]

hii!! can i request catboy!kabukimono w breeding kink x reader smut?? :3

⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　needy catboy ! ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ catboy!kabuki x fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ your catboy boyfriend has been getting extra touchy and needy recently.. ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of breeding kink , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , && praise .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy ending !!

﹒ thoughts ; this kinda sucks, but i do hope i wrote this well enough , or have at least reached your expectations !! 😄 haven’t written for kabukimono yet especially him as a catboy, and i really hope this is enjoyable! ㅠㅠ

> story right under the cut <

your boyfriend being touchy and needy ever since you two started dating. you were used to his constant affection and clinging, but… something weird has been going on with him.

but now you know why.

your head was buried in the pillow, staining it with your tears and your drool, continuously and pathetically moaning as kabukimono thrusts his cock into you.

he was basically fucking you dumb and into the sheets— he held your hips up high as he whimpered and moaned out how good you were and how good you felt.

the way his tip kissed your cervix just right, and the way his dick would hit all the sweet spots that would make your knees turn into jelly, you swear that kabukimono knows your body more than you do.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel a tight knot in your stomach forming—you’d be cumming for the ‘nth time. you had lost count after the first three, but that doesn’t matter, what matters is that kabukimono’s abusing your hole to the max. and the fact he was going to cum inside you for the millionth time this night.

“so good.. you feel so.. g-good..!”

kabukimono really couldn’t get enough of you and your pussy. it was getting to the point where he started crying and babbling out words.

he pulled out of you, turned you around so that you were laying on your back, spread your legs and plunged back instantly into you.

you let out a high pitched moan, arching your back and bringing your hands to his back and scratching it.

if you wanted to put it simply, he was fucking the air out of your lungs. it felt so good, it was overstimulating and too much for you, yes, but that doesn’t mean the feeling of his cock ramming aggressively into you doesn’t feel good.

kabukimono’s tail was wagging, his ears were perked up, and he just went harder against you, and the more harder he went, the more desperate he was to breed you. to paint your walls completely white with his cum, to fuck his offspring into you. it was a cycle he couldn’t break or get out of.

he wanted many things, but of course, he most especially wanted you. in both ways.

your climax was closing in on you, and it was the same for kabukimono. you cried and moaned nonstop, he buries his head into the crook of your neck and you could feel his tears flowing down to your neck.

“ ‘m wanna breed you s-so bad.. please.. i want to see you with my babies.. please, please, please, please, please…”

he was so desperate to cum in you and breed you to the point he was a sobbing mess. he sucks on your neck, leaving another hickey. his thrusts were incredibly sloppy..

you dig your nails into his back, you let out a scream of pleasure as you have an intense orgasm.

and at the same time, kabukimono cums into you.

his thrusts become a little slower, slower and slower, until he comes to a full stop.

you both pant, kabukimono lays on top of you as his tail calms down. he gives your neck a little kiss and chuckles at you.

“i.. did i.. do good?”

you smile at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and responding at him, your words dripping with honey.

“mhm, you did so good..”

“thank you..” his eyes light up a bit more, and he bites his lower lip.

he pulls out of you slowly and gently, careful as not to hurt you. he carries you and brings you into the bathroom, gently placing you down on the tub.

“would you like warm or cold water?”

you just know you’ll be receiving the best aftercare in the world.

[dizzyjaden]

❝ all that is ephemeral ❞

Scaramouche x gn! Reader

♤ Summary: Relaxing fluffy evening after your husband comes home from work.

♤ Warnings: Implication of death, immortal x mortal, arranged marriage (but happy !), fluffy Scaramouche :')

♤ A/N: You are the world just as much as you are a small grain of sand. Accept where you are mortal, embrace where you are immortal. Scaramouche will love you anywhere <3

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"Darling, what is on your mind?"

Your tender voice cuts through the silence in the room where you sit alongside your husband. His eyelids slowly lift, tired as he seems, he is ethereal when the light from the window of the sunset outside lays itself bare across half his face in his dimly lit home. But as his lover, you do not see his serenity, all you see is the stress in the furrow of his brow.

He does not respond to your question, only brings his lips to meet your cheek, and then asks a question of his own.

"How do you not find boredom while sitting silently?" He whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. "So many I know can't stand still for a second."

Your answer comes more naturally than you expect.

"Your latent presence alone is contentment. Everything that needs to be said between the two of us floats through the room without a voice to accompany it."

Scaramouche stares up at you in admiration, his eyes half-lidded and his lips slightly parted.

"Don't you find life far too short to not speak your mind?" He asks.

You smile sadly.

"I actually find it excruciatingly long."

He smiles back.

"Time has passed so much swifter since I met you." He speaks. His smile falters slightly. "I feel as though life with you will pass in the blink of an eye."

"Is that what was on your mind?" You ask, digging your heels in quickly. It is so uncommon for Scaramouche to talk about his own thoughts and reflections with you.

"Sure... Amongst so many other little things." He whispers.

"Some big Tsaritsa-issued assignment tomorrow?" You question awkwardly.

You don't like the nature of his work. He knows this, so he rarely talks about it. You'd rather he talk about it than attempt to pretend it isn't happening around you.

Scaramouche sighs.

"I don't want to discuss work with you." He mutters. "Everything but you feels akin to work nowadays. I'd like to keep it all separated in my head."

You shake your head in disagreement.

"I'd love to take some worries off your shoulders." You say. "That's it."

He blinks up at you for a few quiet moments before sighing.

"I don't want to discuss anything." He clarifies. "Everything that needs to be said... Floats. Like you said."

You nod, quickly accepting the challenge.

The rest of the evening passes quietly, simply. After a while, you go on to prepare dinner with him. When you first got married, you'd usually shoo him away from the kitchen. Assuring him that you were more than happy to make him dinner, eventually, he admitted he just feels awkward watching you work alone, and you allowed for his extra set of hands.

Your entire engagement was not the most ideal. Your marriage had been arranged. Apparently, it was obvious to the cryo archon that Scaramouche did not have roots in Snezhnaya or attachment to his position. Marriage was her idea for him meant to keep him in place. You were just picked out from all the other noble families in Snezhnaya.

While it was something both of you resented at first, you now wonder that maybe as the goddess of love, The Tsaritsa knew what she was doing. The two of you did fall in love. You were certain you knew what to expect from a marriage with a harbinger, The Balladeer no less. You emotionally prepared yourself to live a life as a servant or a maid, rather than a spouse.

But when you moved in with him, you came to the realization so quickly that he wasn't loud, arrogant, or demanding. He was just quiet. Peaceful, even. Irritable, but respectful when met with confrontation. At first, it seemed as though he was just too tired from work to make his time at home a warzone as well, but affection was born of the inconvenience. He made a habit out of finding where you were in the house and preferred being nearby.

Aside from the servants who assist you in housekeeping, his mansion is empty. Silent rather than quiet. Barren. Anyone would become lonely.

Scaramouche was truly easy to understand. Your observations in his day-to-day life made the pieces fall into place. He wanted to love. He wanted to be loved. He was never sure where to look for it.

You are unsure how anyone could describe him as cruel as he quietly apologizes for merely grazing your side when you begin to set the dining table.

The two of you eat quietly, he practically scarfs his own food down, which humors you. He is always famished by the end of the day.

"Would you like mine as well?" You offer your portion of food to him without a second thought, he glares at you as if you just insulted him.

"Eat your food [Name]." He says in irritation. "Your day was no shorter than mine."

You hum in agreement.

When you finish eating your food, you're surprised to see Scaramouche waiting, staring at you eagerly when you look up to him. You smile.

"Yes...?"

You prompt him, though you know why he's looking at you like that. But, Scaramouche just isn't the kind of person to shamelessly admit that he so desperately looks forward to the conclusion of each day, when the two of you are curled up in each other's arms holding one another tightly in the warm comfort of a giant luxurious bed.

"Nothing." He lies.

And yet, when you go to wash the dishes from dinner, his arms are greedily wrapped around you, hugging you from behind with his face buried in your shoulder. You choose to not mock him about it, he is rather warm.

After you finish the dishes, he follows you into the bedroom where the two of you resign to your usual sides of the room to change into more sleep-appropriate clothing.

You turn towards the bed once you're changed, and realize Scaramouche has already buried himself under the covers, his face deep in the plush of the pillows, obviously exhausted.

You smile, and climb in beside him. He blindly holds out an arm to pat the area you've taken next to him, when his hand finds your cheek his thumb affectionately rubs across it.

"I... Missed you all day." He professes, his voice muffled from the silk covering his mouth.

You can't help but blush at his honey-coated tone. You don't respond but shuffle closer to him, causing him to turn on his side to face you.

He brushes your hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

"Will you... Always be here?" He asks quietly. "You won't... Leave or anything?"

"What a notion..." You say in a low voice. "Where did that come from?"

"I want you to say... That you won't leave." Scaramouche said, a slight blush dusting his cheeks to signify his embarrassment.

"I won't leave you, Kuzu." You say certainly, without hesitation. "Ever. Trust me."

His eyes trailed off as he got lost in thought.

"I want to take you... And all that is ephemeral... And keep it for myself. But I can't... All I can do is be in this moment where you are here." He speaks.

Your eyes widen.

"I am telling you I will not leave-"

"You are mortal, [Name]." He whispers shakily. "You can't keep your promise, no matter how badly either of us want you to."

You are confused, but Scaramouche pulls you to his chest before you can speak again.

"Love you... I love you." He kisses the top of your head sleepily. "Get some rest, my love."

"...Goodnight, Kuzu..."