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nalpurey · 1 year ago

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today is scara day so here’s the x reader version

reader is mostly gn but gets called ma’am once. scara is afab cuz trans scara>>>

dom!reader, sub!scaramouche/sub!wanderer mentions of sa, brief hurt/comfort, fluffy playful smut, the slightest hint of somnophilia if you squint, not proofread

As the flames danced, your shadows cast wide on the ground. You yawned, feeling settled in the familiarity of the campsite. Your traveling companion was always full of surprises, and tonight was no exception. He had requested a sleeping bag in your shared tent, much to your disbelief. “What? Just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I can’t,” he had said, grinning mischievously. You had rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The two of you had lit a bonfire and were sitting close to one another, quietly and secretly enjoying the warmth and company of each other’s presence.

You subconsciously stared at your companion. You couldn’t help but notice the way the wanderer winced imperceptibly as the weight of his body pressed against an apparently sore muscle. You saw the way he stood up and straightened his back, only to wince once again as he sat back down. It was clear to you that he was in pain, and it was clear that this was something he was used to, but you still frowned.

“Are you hurt?” you carefully asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

The wanderer shook his head, not even looking at you. “It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

You sighed. We’ve been traveling companions for a while now, and he still isn’t opening up. Sure, he should take his time, but he has no reason to not trust me after what we’ve done to protect each other…

“You know,” you started in a sweet voice, staring at the dancing flames, “it’s pretty normal to get hurt, or even just have a sore back, when you do nothing but wander around and fight monsters all day. Just let me help you.”

He shook his head again, but his voice had softened. “I don’t… need healing.”

You decided not to ask if that was just another way to say no or he actually didn’t need any healing as a puppet.

“But you’re in pain”, you insisted. “You won’t let me heal you, so at least let me cook you some food, give you a massage or something.”

“A massage?” At the wanderer’s seemingly disgusted frown, you only nodded. “But why?”

“It’ll help your muscles relax”, you responded with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. Though he was doing his best to appear indifferent, he was curious about what you would do. He stared at your hands for a couple seconds, wondering if it would have been that bad to have those soft fingers touching his skin.

“Fine then. Do your worst.”

Oh, he just had to make it into a challenge, didn’t he?

You smiled a bit widely this time. You felt like this could help them get closer. You already considered him an ally, but you wanted him to acknowledge that; to see for himself what it meant to have a companion to place his trust in.

He took off his kimono and pulled down the top part of his bodysuit. His pale rosy skin looked soft, and as perfect as a doll’s. Looking a bit more carefully, you couldn’t help but notice five fading rounded scars on the center of his back. The one in the middle was bigger than the others, and those were undoubtedly the marks his puppet strings had left.

“So? Are you gonna do something, or—”

He freezed upon feeling your warm hand trace up his spine.

“Mnnh…”

“Good?”

He bit his lip. “Shut it.”

“You’re tense. Are you always like this, or…” You stopped yourself, your attention being caught by something else. A small symbol on the highest part of his back. It didn’t look like a scar, it was more like a birthmark. You let your curiosity get the better of you and slid your thumb over the mark, softly. “What’s this?” You asked simultaneously.

Tingly waves of electricity shot through his body, running straight to his crotch, and the wanderer couldn’t prevent a soft moan of sheer pleasure from escaping his slightly parted lips.

You stopped your thumb immediately. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with urgency.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m not that fragile.”

Encouraged, you pressed a bit harder on the spot. Your thumb drew slow circles along the mark, until…

“Ahn… please…”

You made a surprised sound, your eyes widening.

The red-faced wanderer hastened to clarify, “That… slipped out.”

But you had already stopped. “Please what, though? Are you sure this isn’t an uncomfortable place for you to—”

“Shut up, it wasn’t a please stop.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

You only let out a chuckle. You really wanted to be friends (or maybe even more) with him, but right now you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe you find this arousing,” you suggested with a shrug. “This one is probably a sweet spot of yours, am I right?” The wanderer parted his lips to speak, but your thumb found itself on the birthmark again and he had to close them shut to suppress the noise he felt bubbling up his throat. “It’s really pretty, though. It’s a mitsudomoe, right? Very pretty…”

The wanderer could barely focus on your praise, completely absorbed by the feeling of you tracing circles around such a sensitive part of his body.

Until you realized this could probably not help his sore back. Much to the wanderer’s disappointment, you went back to massaging his back, and yes— that helped a lot, but it just didn’t feel as good.

It was pretty relaxing, though. Your touch was delicate, careful. It was completely new to him.

Maybe being in your company wasn’t that bad.

: : : :

He looked so… serene in his sleep. He looked like nothing in the world could ever disturb his slumber. Why wasn’t he always like this? You could only wonder why he didn’t sleep more often, since it made him so calm and peaceful. Maybe if he had slept like this every night he wouldn’t have been so short tempered.

Most of his clothes were lying forgotten in an angle of their tent, neatly folded.

You didn’t even realize you were staring at him, his tiny, immobile sleeping figure, his pink synthetical lips that were just barely pressing against each other, his relaxed brows, his smooth and perfect skin… yes, nothing could ever disturb his slumber…

“Mmgh… hah…” The puppet’s eyebrows started to furrow, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. You let out a sigh. Oh, you should have expected him to have nightmares. The wanderer was muttering something incomprehensible, so you got a bit closer, trying to make out what he was saying.

“D-don’t…”

Oh, here it comes. What will it be?

You touched his shoulder, trying to wake him from his presumed nightmare.

Will it be… “don’t hurt me”? “Don’t betray me”? “Don’t abandon me”? “Don’t—”

“Don’t stop…”

Your eyes widened. If only you looked down a bit lower, a quick glance at the bottom of his tight bodysuit would have been enough to tell just how soaked wet he was.

In fact, at some point, during your attempts at waking him up, you somehow noticed the dark spot of wetness between his legs.

A subtle smirk creeped onto your face.

He looked so irresistible, and you couldn’t stop staring. You even forgot you were trying to wake him up.

The wanderer’s squirming and tossing around only increased in frequency, finally awaking him.

He blinked once. Twice.

“Were you having a dream?” You enquired innocently.

“Not your business…” he replied, looking away so that you couldn’t see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “How could you tell…?” He quickly added as soon as he realized he could have said or done something in his sleep.

“Call it intuition or whatever.” You shrugged. “It’s not hard to tell if someone’s dreaming if they keep making noise. Was it a bad dream? Or was it about what we discussed earlier?”

He shuddered, rolling onto his side. “Not. Your. Business.”

“I’m assuming it was?” You challenged.

“I said it’s not your business.” The wanderer responded.

“How about you tell me—” He cut you off.

“How about you go to sleep and leave me alone?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his defensive aggressivity. “Fine, fine. Goodnight Kuni.”

He didn’t say anything in response.

You ignored him back and wrapped a warm blanket around yourself, facing the other way. Not even a minute had passed when the wanderer softly called out to you.

“What is it?”

“Can we… share that?” He was pointing at the blanket.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you’re cold.”

“Shut up.”

You were right, actually. You always were. He was feeling as hot as he didn’t recall ever feeling, but for some reason he wanted you to be close to him, and sharing a blanket was the only way he considered. There was no way he would explicitly ask you to come closer.

You sat up, scooted closer and pulled the blanket onto him. “Sleep well.” No response again.

You lied back down, on your side, facing away from him.

The wanderer was glad you couldn’t see him squeezing his legs together and rubbing his thighs against each other, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable, hot wetness that was only growing and growing between his folds. As it grew, he noticed he was starting to breathe, loudly— he just couldn’t help it. This feeling was too much, he wanted it gone. He didn’t even need to breathe, why did it feel so necessary yet so difficult right now?

He pressed his forehead against the nape of your neck, making you chuckle quietly. Feeling your warmth against himself was somehow relieving, but it also made his body shake with desire and want.

He muffled a groan of discomfort by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Fuck… [Name]—”

“I’m still awake, you know. Do you need something?” You sleepily muttered.

“Ugh…”

“Won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You insisted softly. “I can help you.”

The wanderer wanted it. So badly— but he still had his pride. He shook his head, even though you were facing the other side and couldn’t see him.

You took his silence as a no, anyway. “�� Alright. Goodnight again.”

“… ‘Night”, he replied this time, in a small voice. He was determined to let the overwhelming feeling go away on his own…

But a few minutes later, he couldn’t care less. He tapped your shoulder lightly, swallowed his pride and breathed out a whispery “… Help?”

You sat up again, your eyes shining, as if you’d been waiting for that moment. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him and waiting for him to say something more.

To which the wanderer furrowed his brows and muttered something that sounded like “come on”.

“What do you want?” You asked innocently, raising a brow.

“Stop talking and do something already!” He yelled impatiently, forcefully grabbing one of your wrists and directing your hand to his abdomen, not daring to push it lower— maybe hoping you would do that yourself. You smiled, running your fingers up to his chest instead. At your caress, his body relaxed against the thin mattress.

“Lower”, he demanded, impatiently.

But you liked his chest too much to just leave it alone already. You put both of your hands to use; while one massaged his chest through his bodysuit, the other traced its way to his lower stomach, then even lower, then some more, until it was resting on his clothed sex.

As soon as he felt your touch, the wanderer inhaled sharply, his body tensing up. The hand that was caressing his upper body found a nipple and focused its attention on it, earning delicious moans from him and helping him loosen up some more. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she started moving her hand. You really were handling him with care. The combination of your touch and the embarrassment of the situation, of how you looked so serious and focused on him, was really getting to him.

The more you rubbed his clit through the fabric, the more he felt the urge to strip off and expose himself for you. He struggled to remove his bodysuit, and you lent him a hand as soon as you noticed. Once free of his clothing, he laid back down, putting himself on display. You licked your lips.

He was completely flushed red from his face to his chest, his weakened arms resting above his head, his hardened nipples demanding more attention, his parting legs tempting you, his blue eyes silently begging you to touch him. So you did, and he whimpered imperceptibly when your hand made direct contact with his clit for the first time. Not feeling any friction, but only a somehow unsatisfying contact, he moved his hips closer to you, but much to his displeasure you withdrew your finger. He let out a soft cry. He was feeling so good, why did it have to stop already?

“Are you playing with me?” He whined, trying to sound intimidating. “If you’re only doing this to annoy me, might as well…”

He trailed off, observing you. You were giving your thumb a few licks, carefully wetting it before placing it on his engorged clit and moving in slow circles, as two fingers of your other hand held up the hood. To which the wanderer could only shut his eyes, throw his head back and let out a long “oohh…”, pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt.

He wasn’t used to this.

Your pointer finger slid down, passed his urethra and pressed against the slit. Your thumb was still working his clit, circling it at a steady pace. Feeling that you weren’t speeding up, the wanderer complained in a breathy voice. “That’s… too slow.”

You gradually picked up the pace, lubing your finger with his juices to help it slide inside his hole. You looked at him. His eyes were tightly shut and his closed fists were grasping the blanket they were sharing earlier. You were being careful with your movements, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, Kuni. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”, you asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Not of… my own will”, he responded through clenched teeth.

Oh.

That wasn’t completely unexpected.

You removed your clean hand from his body to caress his cheeks.

“I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s… nothing, really.” He gave a nod of his head to signal you to keep going from where you had stopped.

You experimentally moved your finger, but he had gotten tighter. Thinking back about what happened had apparently made him tense up again. “I, uh… I don’t want to hurt you”, you stated. He looked away. He knew it would hurt if you pushed inside him right now.

Sensing his anxiety, you straddled him and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. Your right hand lightly grazed the sensitive birthmark on his higher back, as you continued leaving kisses on his face. The wanderer made a little smile, and let out soft noises and hums of pleasure, while you showered him with affection by pecking his forehead, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.

“My— my lips too.”

“Alright.”

Complying with his request, you kissed him on the lips. His lips parted, letting her tongue in as soon as he felt it prodding his mouth. You adjusted your position so that your knee was now in between his legs, and he started to roll his hips against it immediately, moaning into your mouth. The friction felt so good on his clit, and now he just wanted more, more, more.

When your lips parted, you kissed his neck, softly nibbling and sucking on it, relishing in the way he tilted his head back to expose his body even further, curving himself to get you to do more, every single cell of him screaming “take me, and do whatever you want to me”. And desiring nothing more than that.

You cupped his chest with both hands and gently fondled his porcelain skin. The wanderer was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feeling of the soft skin of his neck being marked by your mouth and his sensitive nipples being stimulated this delicately. His folds started to lubricate again as he rubbed himself against your leg, hips bucking furiously. His hands feebly grasped your silky hair, trying to push you further onto his body. He guided you where he wanted your attention, and you found yourself licking and suckling on a nipple. His other breast, small enough to fit in your palm, savored your caresses. He could feel something hot churn into his lower stomach. The feeling was slowly taking over his entire body, it was like a drug, and now he needed more.

“[Name]… it feels good, ahh…”

You smiled against his skin. You were making progress.

“[Name]. I think I’m ready.”

“Mhm?”

“Yes. You… won’t need to go easy on me.”

“Well, I’m still going to make this as comfortable as I can.”

He smiled imperceptibly, nothing but pure love in his eyes. He gave a slight nod of his head to encourage you. “Come inside… [Name].”

Your finger found itself back where it was earlier, circling the hole before slowly sliding in. Your body was moving on its own, as if it was on autopilot.

“N-ngh…”

You gradually pushed your finger deeper, observing his face to make sure it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. “Is this okay?”

The wanderer nodded frantically. This felt way better than he had imagined. “More… more…” he managed to squeeze out, his voice sounding broken and hoarse. “Go deeper…” He was sweating, so much so that his skin looked a bit shiny from the moisture.

“You’ve got to call me ma’am for that”, you said.

“In your dreams. I’m not calling you that,” he mumbled.

You chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, dummy.” And as proof, your finger went deeper. The wanderer instantly forgot you had been teasing him.

“Oohh… nnh… just like that…”

Encouraged, you kept rubbing his inner walls with care, searching for that one spot that would have your Kuni crying out in pleasure.

The wanderer was lost in a trance-like state. His ocean eyes were unfocused and teary, and a bit of drool could be spotted at the corner of his mouth.

When your skilled lips made contact with his clit, pressing a loving kiss on it, Kuni’s eyes went wide and he whimpered slightly in surprise. He lost his composure once again when you began to give it the softest kitten licks, sloppily throwing his leg over your shoulder, making it easier to buck his pussy right into your mouth as you licked at his hardened clit.

“Haah… ma’am, feels so good…”

You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. And your crotch.

You was feeling like his pleasure was the only purpose of your life. You lapped up all the delicious juices that came out of him, your gentle licks turning into messy and frantic sucks.

And the wanderer, oh, he was long gone. Weakly holding your free hand, occasionally squeezing it when he felt like the pleasure was too much for his body to handle, he’d never felt as good as he was feeling now. His head thrown back in heavenly bliss, resting on the blanket he had used to lie next to you and get this in exchange— oh, it’d been so worth it, he kept thinking. He would have done it again and again if it meant feeling the same pleasure he was feeling now.

You were so gentle with him. Did he even deserve your gentleness?

“Kuni? Are you feeling alright?”

Warm juices trickled down your chin as you lifted your head from his crotch to make sure he was okay. Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, you waited for his nod to start eating him out again.

“I’m feeling... a little more than alright.”

#scaramouche x you #scara x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #trans scara #trans scaramouche #afab!scaramouche #afab scaramouche #gn reader #sub wanderer #sub scaramouche x reader #sub!scaramouche #sub scaramouche #dom reader #genshin x reader #sub genshin

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poptartkingsworld · 1 year ago

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Drooling

In need for some sub trans scara fics

I want to read where you have Scara on his back, him shyly hiding his face in his hands while you eat him out

The loud slurping from your tongue licking his clit and sucking it hard has his head spinning.

His back is arched with his head thrown back, he can't even look at you right now.

"Don't you dare stop... haah~ don't stop!!" He begs, how cute of him to try and sound assertive yet so helpless under you.

You reach up towards his dripping pussy and start to roughly finger him, curling your fingers as you pull them out and shove them back into him.

Scara'a cute moans echoing out of his mouth, they're so whiny and breathy aa it makes you want to wreck him ♡

You can feel him squirm more helplessly now, his hips shifting and his hands reaching for your hair as he reaches the edge. You continue to fuck him with your fingers while sucking and licking at his clit until Scara's eyes roll back and he lets out a loud groan.

Whimpers escaping his mouth while you softly lick at his throbbing clit, his legs shaking and your fingers deep in him.

You gently pull your fingers out of him and show off what a mess you made of him, your fingers covered in creamy slick. You see Scara blush at the sight before he grabs a pillow and angrily throws it at your face, "Go wash your hands, perv!!"

#genshin smut #sub scaramouche x male reader #sub scaramouche x reader #sub scaramouche #trans scaramouche #scaramouche smut #dom reader #i like how i said im desprate for a fic and write one myself #i didnt mean to write one LMAO #fine ill do it myself

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kaitsuusuu41 · 6 months ago

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Pairing: scaramouche x ftm!reader

Word count: 1,3k+

Warnings:| overstimulation(?), ftm!reader (not transitioned), dom!scara -> sub!scara -> soft!scara, (rough) fingering, degradation (a bit of praise at the end), daddy kink(both ways), clit stimulation(the reader is being eaten out(?)) a bit of nipple play, choking (doesn't last long and not too rough). |

//Clit and boob(s)/nipple(s) and g-spot is mentioned but ‘hole’ is used to replace the word cunt or any word like it. Reader is embarrassed to moan at the beginning. For this the reader feels safe and comfortable to be nakey and have the smexy time despite not transitioning yet. Reader is referred to as ‘good boy’, ‘little dove’ or just ‘dove’ and ‘daddy’//

Summary: Reader and Scaramouche have the color system and the reader uses that when scara does something they don't like during the smexy time.

You always complimented Scaramouche on his porcelain skin, always soft and smooth, even when rubbing and touching your more exotic parts, despite his mean demeanor, can be very sweet.. well when he wants to at least. Due to your job you walk around a lot, like a lot, a lot. So sometimes he'll massage your feet while you're asleep. (He's too embarrassed to do it while you're awake) When your stressed he'll fuck the living daylights out of you. You just got home from work already walking like your feet hurt, you've been working all day and standing on your feet for half of it. Scaramouche picked you up bridal style and started carrying you to the room you two share. "Scara-" "shut up" "but-" "are you feeling stressed?" he looked at you as he tilted his head before lifting his eyebrow at you. "Well yea a little but-" he cut you off with a scoff. "Then we're doing this.. It's not like it's our first time" "I know but still". He kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth, as if it's never been there before. "Baby" "hm?" "your cumming five times.. in the next.. I'll give you.. about twenty minutes fair?" well at least he thought about it. "yea, but-" he cut you off again. "I know, I know.. I just want you to cum at least once without me” you whined. "Tik.. tok, I'd suggest you get started, little dove”. You started working on pleasuring yourself. "..dove, I didn't say to hide those moans". You moaned once and hated it so you just stuck to whining.

“Dove" you whined again "are you serious?" "I sound disgusting" "stop whining, you sound disgusting when you do." You sighed defeatedly "you know how I don't moan when I please myself". "Fine" you continued and it took you about six minutes to cum "oh so you can please yourself good boy~" "scara~" "I'm coming he walked over to you and started to gently rub three fingers on your clit while he leaned in to kiss you. You huffed in the kiss due to him starting off very fast. Once y'all parted for air you were able to say "wait not to~" he pressed your lips together to make you shut up, you started moaning into the kiss before he dragged his hand down your clit to enter your hole. Y'all's lips parted once more "not so sudden-" he kissed you once more as he pounded his finger into you instantly teasing your g-spot making you squirt. "Ah~" "ew.." he didn't, not like when you squirted, he loved it, he just knows you like to be degrading to some extent, so he never goes too far. "So fucking disgusting.. can't keep it inside of you? Like how you do my cum?" He pulled out his fingers due to you squirting and rammed now three fingers instead of two inside you without any warning. Your back arched but before I could even think of moaning he cupped his hand over your mouth. A handful of minutes go by, he moved his hand from your mouth and now he wants to suck on your erect nipples so he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. "Fuck~" you dragged out the word as you moaned. Somehow he fingered you faster and pulled himself off your nipple. "Come on cum for me" "ah!~" you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, making y'all's chest touch.

You had came twice. He let you calm down but before you really got a chance to, he laid down and went to your clit and started eating you out. He tasted you on his tongue and moaned, sending a wave of electronic pleasure throughout your body "shit~.." he moaned around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, started to suck harder as he licked lighter. "Shit~.. shit~, please finger me.." he smiled on your clit as he slid three fingers inside your greedy hole and thrusted as hard and fast as he could in this position. You sighed moan after moan as he abused your hole. "Fuck..~ cumming.. I'm cumming.." He went faster and kept the speed even after you came, making you come six times instead of five. He licked his lips.

"Take me" he told you as he walked over and to your mouth, indicating he didn't want you to move. He face fucked you and afterwards he gently eased it inside you. He lowered his chest so you could hold onto his shirt. You gently squeaked as he pulled you up into a sitting position on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you, whispering praises into your ear as he patted your back. "Good boy, you took me all the way in with no struggle, such a good whore you are". Soon he moved his hands to hold your ass as he started bouncing you on his cock. He started to hit your g-spot. And you held him closer not once pulling your head away from where his shoulder met his neck. You moaned into his neck. "Dove imma put you on your back and pound into you okay?" "..yea~.. okay~.." he gently laid you on the bed to spread your legs and play with your abused clit. "Ah!~" he pounded into you not once missing your g-spot. "Daddy~ daddy~ just like that" you squirted again. "Your gonna squirt all over my fucking shirt.. you're such a slut" he pounded into you harder while gently choking you, not too much to cut off your oxygen but you did struggle to breathe a bit. "Wait Scara.. scara.." you whimpered. He kept going, seeming to not hear you. "..Red!" He stopped and breathed himself "sorry too rough?" ".." you nodded trying to calm down "a.. a little too rough" "sorry dove" "i..it's fine" you got up and then he noticed the nail marks that were leaking blood. ".." "what, oh you haven't came yet.. I can blow you again" "thats not what-" you got down and sucked him into your mouth, and you gave him a blow job, just as he liked. "Shit.." he started to gently fuck into your mouth. He threw his head back as he closed his legs around your head, locking you in place. This was a habit due to you tending to squirm away. He cums a lot so you've learned to hold your breath and open your throat and just let it go down as you continue to suck him. He moaned as he placed his hand on your head in an attempt to stop you from trying to milk him dry. But you kept going. Scara can go from dom to sub real fast, he switched to sub mode when you started sucking on him a second time. You stuck your tongue out and licked in between his balls.

In your mission of sucking him dry yall were on the third orgasm and he calmed. "Fuck.. daddy~ I can't" you were in the middle of giving him a hand job "yes you can, if I can cum six times in a row.. you can cum four" "daddy~" "its okay" he started helplessly bucking into your hands. "Good boy" his whole body tensed up as he came for the fourth and final time. Letting him calm down you pulled his shirt off him and laid on his chest. “Scara.. can we go over okay's and not okay's during sex..” “of course, what was okay and what wasn't?” “..so making me please myself.. that's okay playing with my..” you cleared your throat “..the way you did was okay.. making me give you a blowjob.. okay.. when you're fucking me rough like that.. I mean I liked it but sometimes you go too rough.. but when you choked me..” “That wasn't okay?” “..well I mean do you like choking-” “little dove, yes or no..” “..” “It's not about me, it's about if you're comfortable.. now.. yes or no..” “..no..” “Okay then I wont do the choking thing anymore.. good job little dove..” “why?” “You weren't comfortable and you used your colors and we talked about it and now I know what's okay and what's not..” he kissed your head “good boy”.

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fatuifucker · 2 years ago

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The urge to overstimulate scara till he's a whining sobbing mess... God he would look so pretty 😋🤭

sub trans! wanderer x dom gn reader (cock can be read as strap)

WARNINGS = smut, penetration (reader giving), oral (reader giving), overstimulation, praise at the end, wanderer is named kuni

A/N = experimenting with my writing style again, i feel like trans scara doesn't do as well as amab scara but listen its my blog and if i want to write scara squirting in the reader's face over and over again i will

W/C = 0.7k

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril

He's perfect when he's not running his mouth, name-calling his enemies in fights, or being all high and mighty. No, you much prefer him panting, tongue out like a dog in heat, eyes rolled back and hands clutching onto your scalp. And you, on your knees, face buried into his slutty pussy.

“Just you wait I’ll— I’ll get back at— uh~haah!”

You give him a simple “mhm” as you pull on his puffy clit, coaxing another adorable cry from the Wanderer. Supple thighs squeeze your head, searching for some sort of purchase as you ruin him with your tongue. It’s hot, messy and scorching, legs quivering as he grinds his cunt against you, begging you to give him more. He’s irresistible. Pussy juice as sweet as divine honey, an addictive ambrosia you can’t get enough of; lapping it all up, drinking and drinking as he twists and turns on the bed.

You rub your thighs against each other to ease the heat, restraining the urge to outright fingerfuck yourself. You squeeze your thighs together as you blow on the hardened bulb — watching him writhe — before taking it in your mouth and suckling on the bub. The warmth encapsulates his tiny, oversensitive clit, while fingers rub and stretch his tight inner walls. Yet it isn't enough for the desperate little doll, spreading puffy labia with the aid of a pair of hands; a wordless plea for your tongue. The shape of anatomy revealed in exhaustive detail, displaying his drenched, needy pussy even to the pearlescent drops that hang on his lips and, oh, is your throat parched.

Your tongue glides across his folds, eating up each submissive moan he procures as he gets closer and closer to his incoming high…and breaks. Kuni gives the most adorable squeal as spurts of slick gushes out of his pulsing cunt, soaking you in his wetness, splattering all over your clothes in little drops. You stare in awe as Kuni turns away, hiding his scarlet-dyed face with his hands.

"Don't…don't say a word."

"That was unbelievably hot, Kuni."

"I told you not to say anything." Indigo eyes narrow as he glares at you, those same eyes widening upon seeing your dick lined to his cunt. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"I want to see you like that again. If you'll let me." Your palms ghost his trembling thighs, waiting for permission.

The Wanderer's mouth opens and closes, weighing his options before finally, it forms a "yes."

He winces as you penetrate him, stretching the crevices of his flesh in a sublime saccharine pleasure-pain. The pliant hole squeezes around your cock, clamping down on you as you pound him. Hands roam around his body — his tiny waist and hips, squishy thighs that taunt you for a bite, a neck marked in hues of red that will fade away in a few hours time — before settling on his clit once more.

You pull all the way out, leaving just the tip, and snap your hips, thrusting all the way in. The noise that comes out of the Wanderer is just delectable: a garbled cry as if he choked on a cock. Each snap of your hips forces another moan from the exhausted doll, hands fumbling before deciding to settle on your back, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he babbles in his lust-drunk language.

His slippery clit aches from the abuse from your fingers that spares him no mercy; the movements clumsy and erratic, yet each ministration garnering the sweetest gasps from the puppet-doll as his hole twitches. He’s too far gone. Lost in subspace as he chants your name like a mantra. Mesmerising is what he is; moonlight reflecting the beads of sweat on his snow-white face as he lays there and accepts everything that you have you give him, even if it’s more than he can take. He comes undone with a shriek, legs shuddering and face twisted in pleasure as he squirts his gossamer juices and coats your legs with stickiness.

The Wanderer lays motionless, grimacing ever so slightly as you slowly pull your cock out. Hands caresses the Wanderer’s cheeks, your hushed voice whispering coos and praises in his ears as you plant kisses all over his face. He turns his head for a kiss on the lips, giving you a tired yet sincere smile.

“Thank you.”

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shiganshinaslut · 2 years ago

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18+||MDNI

“I want you to play with yourself for me.”

You say to Scaramouche, who’s currently sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his knees to his chest. He reluctantly spreads his legs to expose his cunt, glaring off the side as he brings his hand down and rubs his neglected clit a few times before slowly pushing one of his slender fingers inside.

“Good boy.”

It doesn’t take long before his breathing becomes labored. His face is flushed a rosy pink, and he’s bucking into his own touch. His pussy is practically dripping with slick, and the lewd squelching sounds it makes as he pumps his finger in and out are almost humiliating. “Such a needy boy..bet you wish it was me playing with your pussy right now, hm?” Your comment is met with a breathy “S-shut up..” and you can’t hold back a giggle at how he’s still trying to be intimidating. You smile at him. “That’s enough, baby.” You Inch closer and press a kiss to his thigh before taking his wrist and bringing his hand up to your mouth, licking his finger clean. He looks down at you with an expression you might have thought was disgust if you didn’t know better. “You’ve got an attitude, but you did a very good job. I think you deserve a reward, hm? Let me take care of you now..”

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche thirst #genshin smut #genshin thirst #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact thirst #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #trans scaramouche #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi smut

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gorouinheat · 11 months ago

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If you want it, then drug it!

( Scaramouche x m!reader ) Minors, fem DNI

- all characters are 18+

cw: non-con to consent at the end?? , use of drugs (aphrodisiacs n’ other stuff), powerbottom!scara, trans scara, scratches, sloppy sex, confession at the end

You're walking towards your best friend Scaramouche's house, feeling the winter chill biting at your cheeks. You're all wrapped up in a cozy coat, gloves, and a scarf, and you're psyched to hang out with Scaramouche since he offered to help you study for your finals. You've been stressing out since your grades have sucked lately, and you're worried about having to retake courses next semester. Thankfully, Scaramouche is a total brainiac who's acing all his classes, so you're hopeful that he can help you turn things around. As you approach his house, you rub your hands together, hoping that it's warm and inviting inside. You could use some blankets and a hot cup of tea right now.

You give the door a firm knock and stand there waiting for him to answer. It seems to be taking him longer than usual, so you start to wonder if he's in the bathroom or if he's just being difficult and making you wait in the cold. You let out an exasperated sigh and knock once more. Finally, he answers the door.

“What took so long? I’m freezing out here, you moron.” You say with your teeth catering from the cold.

Scaramouche stands in the doorway and greets you with a snarky attitude, "Not my fault you don't know how to properly dress for the cold." You roll your eyes and step into the warm embrace of his house, feeling the heat immediately soothe your cold skin. You let out a sigh of relief and a smile spreads across your face as you take off your jacket and shoes. Scaramouche shuts the door behind you and his face contorts into a grimace as he notices you just plopping your jacket carelessly on the floor.

“Hey, remember the coat rack by the door? It's there for a reason," he says with the same attitude in his voice as he picks up your coat and hangs it up. You glance around the cozy living room, admiring the festive Christmas decorations his mom has put up for the holidays. Suddenly, your eyes are drawn to the enchanting mini Christmas village on the side table, and you can't help but feel a little bit of holiday cheer bubbling up inside you.

"6 o'clock is when my mom usually comes home. So, I think it's important we get started on studying now.” Scara says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You glance over at him while still admiring the miniature houses and nod in agreement.

As you are standing in the hallway with Scaramouche, he turns to you and tells you that it's time to study. "That means stop looking around like an idiot and go up to my room," he says, snapping his fingers in your face. You feel slightly taken aback but decide to ignore his rudeness and follow him upstairs.

You both enter his room, and Scaramouche heads towards his bookshelf to fetch his study materials. You plop down on his bed, letting out a sigh of relief after walking up the stairs. However, Scaramouche doesn't seem to appreciate your relaxed attitude. "Sit up," he barks at you, smacking your head. You let out a yelp of pain and rub the spot where he hit you.

Feeling annoyed, you sit up straight as he places the books on your lap. You can't help but wonder why he is being so harsh with you. Nonetheless, you try to focus on the task at hand and begin studying with him.

"If you fail this exam, you're spending your Christmas break alone," Scara threatens. You groan and open the books to the study guide pages for the exam. "For you, I won't," you say dryly. Scaramouche's face heats up as he scoffs and sits beside you on the bed.

He helps you study for a bit, leaning up against you as he points at a question that you need help with. His breath tickles you as he talks, of course, he did all of this on purpose but he knew you were too oblivious to that. He did this daily actually, showing obvious signs he likes you but you shrug it off every time. it's really starting to make him upset

You've been studying for the past 30 minutes, trying your best to focus on the dense material in front of you. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Scaramouche's voice breaks the silence, "Want anything to drink?" You look up, surprised by his sudden offer. "Uhh..sure," you reply, grateful for the interruption. Scaramouche nods and disappears downstairs to prepare your drinks. Meanwhile, you take a deep breath and try to get back into the zone. But your mind is still struggling to process everything, and you can feel the frustration building up inside you. Suddenly, Scaramouche appears again, carrying a tray with two cups of tea. The warm and soothing aroma fills the room, making you feel calmer.

As you reach out to take the cup, you notice a certain glint in Scaramouche's eyes. He hands you the hot cup, and you can instantly smell the aroma of cinnamon tea. "Mmm, it smells so good," you say, feeling content. Scaramouche stands there, grinning, as you take a sip. "Did I make it alright?" he asks innocently. You smile and reply, "You always make the best tea, Scara." You take another sip, and another, while Scaramouche watches you intently. His heart races with anticipation, knowing that he's finally going to get what he wants. His mind wanders for a moment as you finish the tea, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

As you place the cup of tea on the nightstand, he snaps out of his thoughts and lets out a deep sigh. You feel the warmth spreading through your belly, soothing your nerves. Suddenly, Scara's cheeky grin returns, and he suggests taking a break from the books for a moment. He sits on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs, inviting you to join him. How could you resist such an offer?

As you hum and ponder for a moment, Scaramouche looks at you expectantly. "What will it be?" he asks, his metallic voice ringing in your ears. You open your mouth to speak, but suddenly feel a wave of dizziness wash over you, causing your sentence to cut short. "You okay, Y/N?" Scaramouche's hand rests on your leg, concern etched into his features.

As you slowly open your eyes, you feel a slight dizziness, but you try to shake it off and try to sit up. Suddenly, you feel Scaramouche's hand on your thigh, and a jolt of electricity runs through your body. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you look into his eyes, wondering what he's thinking.

As you rise to your feet, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You gently move Scaramouche’s hand away and take a step forward, feeling a bit unsteady. "I think I need to use the bathroom," you say, your words a bit uncertain. But before you can take another step, your legs give out and you collapse onto the bed once again.

"Take a break and lie down for a moment, Y/N," Scaramouche whispers as he gently props you up on the pillows. He then leans in close to your ear and says, “Let me take care of you.”

You utter a confused "Oh..yeah, okay", trying to make sense of what's going on. You close your eyes in an attempt to steady yourself as the room begins to spin around you. Suddenly, the heat becomes too much to bear, making you long for the freezing cold outside. You start to feel uneasy, fidgeting on the bed and frantically clawing at your jeans. As you struggle to keep your thoughts in check, your mind wanders to something completely unexpected - Scaramouche. You can't help but notice how appetizing he looks right now, but then you quickly remind yourself that he is your best friend. What is happening to you?

You find yourself struggling to stay conscious as you gasp out Scara's name. The heat is too intense, and your head is spinning. Scaramouche looks at you, feigning concern, but you can sense the malevolence behind his facade. Suddenly, you feel his hands, cold as ice, pressing against your chest. It sends shivers down your spine and you try to push him away, but your strength is failing. Scaramouche gradually started to unbutton your shirt.

As you shake your head no, you feel your face getting hot with anger. Scaramouche notices your reaction and quickly moves closer cupping your cheek to calm you down. "Hey, hey, it's just me and you. You can trust me, can't you?" he says in a sad tone, trying to manipulate you.

As you gaze at him, your heart races and you can feel your chest heaving up and down. Despite the nerves, you nod in agreement. Scaramouche is your closest friend; the one who's always been there for you. You know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you. Right?

As Scaramouche's warm smile reaches your face, his gentle caress on your cheek sends shivers down your spine. You feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety around him. As his hand moves down to your neck, you can't help but feel a tingle of excitement mixed with the comfort. Despite the side effects of the drink you had earlier, the dizziness and confusion continue to linger, but being with Scaramouche makes you forget all your worries.

That was before he made it down to your chest finishing off the rest of the buttons and slipped off your shirt. Scaramouche bites his lip when he sees your chest, running his cold hand against your pecs and down to your belly. A whine slips from your lips as he moves down to remove your pants next. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel your pants get pulled down to your knees.

Scaramouche sighs as he finally gets what he waited so long for. He reaches for your growing bulge and starts rubbing you through your boxers, “Mm you feel kinda big..” He grins.

Sparks of pleasure course through your body now that the effects of whatever he had put in your drink took their hold. You whine loudly, not expecting this sudden touch. Beginning to feel the sudden need to submit to Scaramouche. All you wanted was for him to have his way with you, you’d just sit there and take it. The swirling pool of desire grows stronger as you jerk your hips up against his hand.

A gasp leaves your lips as you make contact with his hand again. “Scara?.. what are you do-fuck that feels good.” You shudder and moan out as he rubs your clothed tip. Scaramouche grins sinisterly, “yeah? Feels good?” His voice was so smooth and rich, like honey dripping over your senses, that you couldn't help but crave more. As you took in a deep breath, the room seemed to become hazy and distant. You strained to hear what he was saying, but his words were lost in the fog of lust and desire.

Abruptly Scaramouche manages to pull down your boxers, making your cock slap against your stomach. Your hard shaft is swollen with need, already leaking from the burning desire to take Scaramouche. As your eyes fill up with tears and your head starts throbbing, you gaze down at him, feeling a mix of emotions. “Scara..” you mutter, his name seems to be the only thing you can say right now. “Shhh don’t fight it,” he says grabbing your throbbing length, “I’ve wanted this for so long..” he whines as he licks a straight line up your base with His damp tongue.

You bawl your fist against the sheets tightly, nails digging into the palm of your hand. Scara lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction, “cock sensitive?” he says mouthing against your cock, his hot breath making your cock jerk in his hand. You nod dumbly- the drugs making your mind hazy, you don’t care what he does at this point..not that you could muster up the words to say anything right now anyway, only whimpers and whines leaving your lips.

Hastily, Scaramouche flattens his tongue against your mushroom head tip before he gradually sinks his mouth on your cock. You abruptly let out a choked sob from the sudden wave of overwhelming pleasure, making your thighs shudder wildly. As Scaramouche goes further down your length, trying his best not to gag - your cock stretches his throat so good making his eyes roll back in pleasure. You buck your hips up into his mouth out of need, causing your tip to jab the back of Scara’s throat. He gags and jerks his head back up from your length, coughing up saliva that lands on your cock. He inhales shakily as he catches his breath with his eyes squeezed shut. When he gathers his composer again he chuckles, looking back at you with glossy eyes. “My mouth feels that good?” his tone is teasing and he slowly strokes the base of your cock, smearing his saliva all over it.

The sound of squelching comes from the movement where Scara rubs your cock softly. Out of his pleasure, he ruts himself against his mattress as he strokes your length sloppily. Even the slightest gliding of his fingers was making you go crazy. You moan loudly each time his hand reaches your overly sensitive tip. “You moan like a fucking girl.” he snarkily says before leaning his head down and sucking up the pre-cum that flowed out from your cock.

He moans when he feels the salty taste of your pre-cum spread across his tongue, savoring the taste before popping off your cock. He gasps, catching his breath before moving back to his original place. His mouth engulfs your cock, taking in whatever he can down his small throat. His tongue swirls around your sensitive head. The feeling of his lips sliding up and down, combined with the stroking hands of where he couldn’t reach, sends waves of intense pleasure throughout your body.

Your hips shudder as you try to force your cock deeper into his mouth. His hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you still as he continues to take more of you down his throat, gagging before he comes back up and suckles on your cock head.

With a satisfied smirk, Scaramouche pulls away from you, leaving your cock still hard and glistening with his saliva. “I didn’t expect you to taste so good” he purrs, his throat a bit sore. As you lay there, breathlessly and aroused, Scaramouche slowly slides up your body, his lips pressing light kisses along your throat and jawline. You feel him gradually remove his shorts and panties, leaving him only in his black tank top.

You wait impatiently for Scaramouche to position himself on top of you. You can't help but feel frustrated that you can't even speak properly. The pills are still taking effect and you're starting to feel numb all over, making it hard to do anything but whine and wiggle your hips in anticipation.

Scaramouche seeing your anticipation, laughs and looks at you with a sly grin before he positions himself over your throbbing cock, guiding it towards his exposed entrance. “Wanted this for so long..” he whines, his voice suddenly going soft.

“Wouldn’t mind if we went in raw right?” he says softly, not even giving you enough time to respond before he sinks down onto your cock. The moment Scaramouche’s hot, slick cunt engulfs your cock, it feels like the most natural thing in the world, like you were made for only him. His lips wrap around your base, massaging you with his velvet walls. You choked out a loud moan and toss your head back, your mind filled with nothing but the urge to cum.

Scaramouche whines, his face now decorated with a cute blush and teary eyes. Not being able to handle the pleasure, you move your hands up to push Scara off.

Shaking his head rapidly, he whines out “He-hey! No, no please” in a high pitch tone, your cock filling him just right. He swears he feels you in his stomach. He pins your hands down, gasping “Just, ngh- just let me have this.”

He groans softly, his head rolling back as he adjusts to the fullness of your cock. His body shudders, hips rocking back and forth. Your small whimpers and whines encouraging him.

He lets go of your hands and rubs your hips, making you whine and turn your head to the side. His walls being too much for your sensitive cock, you felt like you were going to bust any moment. You let out a shaky sigh as you try to calm down from the overwhelming feeling of his constant squeezing.

Scara’s shaky hands move up to your shoulders and grip them tight, nails digging into your skin - before lifting his hips and plopping back down on your cock. You toss your head back as Scaramouche lets out a high-pitched moan, “fuck! You’re so big…” he whines. Nails breaking your skin as he moves up and down on your cock, nearly knocking the air out of you with each movement. Your head rolled against the pillow as you let out uncontrollable moans, your mind fuzzy with lust.

You didn’t even notice you were drooling til Scaramouche leans down, licks it up from your lips, and kisses you. It was sloppy but loving, you kiss back and slip your tongue into his mouth. The sounds of the sloppy makeout mix in with the constant plap of Scaramouche’s hips hitting yours, filling the room. He moans into your mouth and squeezes his eyes shut as he feels your tip brush against the deepest part of him.

You feel his body tense up before he pulls away, stuttering, “G-god damnit..” A thin strand of saliva still connects your lips as his eyes roll back, and he drops his head onto your shoulder. You feel the sweat from his forehead as he roughly grinds down on your cock, taking one of your hands close to his clit. You feel your tingling fingers against the hot sensitive flesh of his clit, making your fingers do a circle movement on the small nub.

Scaramouche shudders, forcing your fingers to rub faster. “Ah, fuck! …” he tries to catch his breath, his heart racing. “B-Buck into me, m’ so so close” he whines. His hands move to grip your wrist tighter. You were fading in and out of consciousness when you grit your teeth and thrust up into his sopping-wet hole, making another loud plap.

Scaramouche’s tongue rolls out of his mouth, drooling all over your shoulder as you buck into him fast and hitting his spot dead on. He squeals and grips onto you tight, “Fuck- FUCK, Y/N!” He shouts your name as his thighs shudder and give out. “Mmmmph!” He groans, his body tensing at each thrust. He tries his best to hold back his orgasm, wanting nothing more but to cum with you.

You huff, shakily moving your hands on Scara’s hip and gripping them tight enough to bruise. He winces in pain but it's soon lost when you lift his hips and fuck him back down onto your length, making him mewl in pleasure. “A-are you close?” He says in the crook of your neck, his voice trembling. As he feels you nodding against his head, he tightens his grip on you, eagerly grinding against you after each thrust.

His body trembles as he holds back the impending orgasm, his cunt throbbing in anticipation. “Fuck…I can't hold it- please cum..” He gasps, his voice strained.

You hear your heartbeat in your ears as your balls clenched and the swirling in your stomach snaps. You bite hard on Scara’s shoulder as you grunt and shoot your thick load into Scaramouche. He grits his teeth at the bite but feeling your load enter him sends him over the edge. His hips jerk forward as he loses control. His orgasm crashes over him, his back arching as he throws his head back.

“Sh-shit!” He shudders as you feel his walls clenching tight around your cock, milking every last drop of worth from it. You let out a shaky breath, plopping your head back onto the pillow. Your hips twitch from the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling it slowly leak out of Scara’s hole. He lets out a soft moan as he lifts his hips and your cock slips out, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his intense orgasm. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t move for a few moments, keeping you inside. He feels your cum run down his thigh, leaving them sticky.

His eyes open slowly, taking in the sight of you. Your cheeks stained with tears but you had a blissful look on your face.

Scaramouche's mind is plagued with guilt as he dwells on all the things he has done to you, all because of lust. He can't help but feel remorseful for the pain and hurt he has caused you. The weight of his guilt is heavy.

I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice hoarse from his previous actions, but you know he means it. You lick your dry lips and take a breath as Scaramouche continues, defending his actions, "This was the only way I could get you to finally see me. You were always going after people who didn't care about you, always going after people who didn't love you," he rambles. "I love you, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with pain, "I didn't mean to hurt you in the process. It's fine if you never want to talk to me ever again after this.”

You look up at him, trying your best to take in all his words but everything is moving so fast for you. You hear the true guilt in his voice and for a second you feel bad. Probably wasn't the best plan to drug you and then straddle your lap but, the power of possessiveness grows strong over time - it makes you do crazy things. Your heart warms up at his soft words, his confession being a bit cute with sweaty, messy hair and a red face. You smirk, your personality coming back. “I thought it was kinda hot,” you say with a smug look. Scaramouche looks back up at you wide-eyed, soon turning into a glare.

As you hold him in your lap, he looks at you with a red face and mumbles, "Oh shut up and answer me." Without saying a word, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Does that answer your question?" you whisper. He shakes his head and demands, "I wanna hear you say it." You can feel your heartbeat quicken as you consider how to respond.

You gently whisper, "I love you, Scara," and as the words leave your lips, you notice a flicker of emotion in his eyes. His heart flutters in his chest, and he tries to look away to hide the tears that are welling up in his eyes. You can hear his breathing quicken as he takes a moment to compose himself, overwhelmed by the depth of your affection.

As you finish speaking, you can't help but add a bit of sarcasm to your tone. "How's that, or do you want me to say it again?" you say, with a smirk on your face. Scaramouche pinches you hard in embarrassment, causing you to wince and shout out. "Shut it already…that was enough," he says, looking up at you. You can sense the tension and guilt in the room disappearing as your words sink in.

You feel a sudden, intense pain in your head that throbs and pounds with each pulse. The pain is likely a side effect from the numerous pills you took earlier, you groan and rub your head. “What the hell did you exactly give me?” Scaramouche shrugs, his snarky at this returning “I'm not saying, I might have to use it on you again.” You scoff playfully at his words.

“You fucking brat..”

an: day 23 of no pussy, i hated this fic actually 🤓🤓

#trans scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x male reader #power bottom #genshin x reader #genshin x you #scaramouche

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nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos · 2 years ago

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hey there! i'd like to request a nsfw oneshot :D

yandere if that is okay, but soft yandere.

top - scaramouche/wanderer

bottom - trans male reader

i am 19, and go by he/him. thank you!

Sure Anon, your request is approved 💙😁

Soft Yandere Top! Scaramouche/Wanderer X Bottom! Trans Male Reader Nsfw

Warnings: fingering, overstimulation, degrading kinks

You were on your way back home after hanging out with your friends, and you had a great time. When you've made it home you were greeted by none other than your boyfriend, Scaramouche.

"Where have you been?" Scaramouche asked, "just hanging out with my friends," you replied. "Hmph, you could've just told me before you left," Scaramouche said while crossing his arms. You smirked at him before saying, "did you miss me?~" "Of course I did," he replied while kissing you gently. You kissed him back before he touched your chin gently to look up at him since he is slightly taller than you. He then began to whisper in your ear, "since you wanted to leave unannounced, I am going to teach you a lesson."

You smirked at him once again before saying, "oh, teach me a lesson then, daddy~." After you said that Scaramouche pushed you on the bed before tearing your clothes off, "oh, is daddy mad?~" You asked teasingly, "of course I am slut, you left without telling me." After he said that he began to put two fingers in your cunt harshly, this made you moan very loud.

"Do you love this?~" Scaramouche asked while moving his fingers in your cunt in a fast pace, "I d-do~," you moaned. You felt like cumming already, but you tried your best not to since you know that Scaramouche doesn't like it when you cum too early, and that would only result in him destroying your cunt until you pass out. But you really don't mind if he does that, you actually love it when he treats you like a slut.

"More daddy!~" You moaned while sticking your tongue out, "as you wish~," Scaramouche replied before moving his fingers in your cunt even faster, this made you moan even louder.

This went on for over ten minutes before you eventually began to cum on his fingers, Scaramouche then took his fingers out of your cunt. "Had enough already?" He asked, you began panting a little bit before saying, "maybe, maybe not, daddy~."

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ajaxsprettyboy · 1 year ago

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Rude

Scara x trans male reader + top Scara + aftercare ( might publish my other self indulgent Scara x trans reader tbh ) I refuse to reread !

He’s so fucking mean when he gets so horny, thrusting himself in so fast and rough, watching your hole greedily suck him in. Degrading you and telling you how good you feel around his cock.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy, taking my cock like the slut you are.” He grunted out, as he slams his hips into yours again and again, watching your stomach bulge up with his cock stuffing you full. “Yeah? Greedy little bitch, taking all of my cock like you were just made to please me.”

He’d groan and moan as he mumbles out incomprehensible degradation and praise, the two mixing and only serving to make you more aroused. Depending on the position he might just trace his fingers over your top surgery scars and flick your nipples. Of course this is just to watch you squirm at the difference between the rough thrusts of his hips and the delicate touches to your chest.

He’s no fool, he feels how wet it makes you when he teases your nipples and buries his cock deep into you. The way you clench as his skin presses against the sensitive nub of your t-dick gives it away. He’s so mean when he gets the chance to stuff you full of cock, he loves watching your squirm and whimper at his mercy.

It might be a force of habit to be so inclined to be the one in control for him but, fuck, he can’t deny how your sweet little sounds make his cock twitch. He hates to admit it out loud but he adores when you beg for him to give you oral, he just can’t help it. It’s the way you plead and whine, telling him you’ll return the favor as if he wasn’t expecting you to do so anyway.

He also adores when you plead for his attention and beg him to allow you to at least touch yourself in front of him. He loves watching you stuff yourself full of a pretty dildo, bonus points if it vibrates and he can control the settings. He loves having you at his mercy, but he also enjoys taking care of your fucked out body after words.

He doesn’t say it often but he does enjoy giving you aftercare. He likes looking at the marks he’s made and pressing soft kisses to them in a sort of apologetic gesture for being so rough with you. He also likes pampering you and giving you a nice warm bath but he won’t say it out loud, he’ll actively verbally protest even if you just wanted to go pee and go off to bed whilst giving you sweet aftercare.

He’s mean in bed but he’s not a monster, he’s actually quite sweet after a night together, but he hates to admit it. He chooses to act as though he hates doing things like this but the both of you know he’s lying and he loves watching you relax because of him.

He waits until he’s sure you’re asleep to mumble soft proclamations of love. He doesn’t need to sleep so sometimes he just sits there, watching you breathe. He won’t ever admit it, but seeing you so easily become so vulnerable around him makes him feel a lot better about your relationship every time he has doubts about how you may feel about him.

He’s so deep in love with you but he doesn’t want to admit it… even after he proposes, still scared and embarrassed by his emotions.

#snow.writes #genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #scara x y/n #genshin scara #scaramouche #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #genshin x trans reader #genshin x male reader #TRANSGENDER !!!!#genshin fluff #aftercare #genshin impact x reader

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prttykittes · 1 year ago

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afab dom scara who scissors us <3

feel free to ignore ☺️

I hope you enjoy this! It's short and I think mostly my genshin masterlist is just scara ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ oh well

CW.Dom!Afab!Scara x Sub!Afab!Reader, fingering, scissoring,

Your on your back, your heart was racing, you weren't scared but it was racing because, you came two times and Scara didn't stop! His fingers kept on pumping out, he did scissor motions in you, your mind was begun to be mush, your mind begins to be hazy. "Mmh!" You moan, scara chuckles and he continues to pump his fingers out of you, your stomach curls. Your legs shake and Scara looks down at your cunt, he smiles and leans down. His face at your cunt, he licks at your clit. Flicking it and pinching it with his fingers, it only adds on your pleasure, making your hips stutter.

Your mouth is wide open, you can feel drool dripping out of your mouth but you don't care in this moment, scara moans against your clit, his fingers in your cunt and his mouth latch on your blud. You moan when he moans, you both let out lewd moans. Your hands reach for his hair while he goes faster on your cunt, you throw your head back, feeling his fingers hit a spot inside of you, he notices your about to climax. He chuckles and you moan loudly, you stopped moving and he curls his fingers inside of you. "Your so beautiful, like that." He says, it sounds muffled because he is still latched on you. He smiles and wipes his chin clean, it was covered in your juices, he goes between your legs, he puts his mother leg over your leg. You blink and your limp, you were too lazy to move. He aims his pussy at your cunt, he lowers himself down, he begins to move. you let out a weak moan, he grits his teeth as he goes faster. Feeling his clit rub against yours, he goes faster. Bouncing and rubbing himself against you, you both let out moans. He throws his head back and you felt yourself about to climax once again, your pussy is really sensitive and his harsh movements so your ready to climax. He stops and pushes himself more down you, your legs shake so does his. You both came, he lets out pants. He smiles and reaches for your face, he is caressing your face. He coos at you, you close your eyes and you let sleep take you.

#afab!scaramouche x reader #kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #x reader #x reader smut #gender neutral reader #afab!reader #scara smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #trans scaramouche #scara x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

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sumirexxxx · 1 year ago

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— Treat Me Like A Slut

cw: trans!scara , gn!reader , degrading kink , belly bulge , overstimulation , fingering , sub!scara , dom!reader , rough sex , cursing , mentions of cock/dick

summary: scara is a exclusive slut who only fcks rich people

“This is all you got?” Scara stares blankly, his tone laced with annoyance. “Look, i’m not some cheap whore just anyone can buy for a night..” Scara sighs while rolling his eyes, his patience running low.

“B-But this is all i have! Please, i’ll pay you back once i get enough cash-“

“Listen..,” Scara stands up from his seat whilst unwrapping a lollipop from a glass jar before popping it into his mouth. “I don’t know if the program told you this, but i don’t fuck with limp dick men. You either have the money or you go to some local motel and catch some deadly disease from their smelly vaginas and die.”

“B-But please.. i beg of you!” The man shouted as he dropped to his hands and knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

Scara was eating this shit up. He adored when men would beg and gravel at his feet. Unfortunately, this occurrence didn’t last long when his manger ( aka you ) showed up and escorted the man out of the building.

“Scara…” You sigh in defeat after closing the establishment doors. “Was it necessary to cause such a ruckus?”

Scara rolls his eyes before walking on over towards you and gently gazes his hand against your abs. “Wanna fuck me big boy~?”

“Don’t you’d think it be inappropriate for a manger to have intercourse with their client?” You teased, edging Scara on until he throws himself at you.

“Oh please.” Scara scoffed. “Spare me the formalities and just fuck me already.” Scara whines as he wraps his arms around your neck and brings you into a heated kiss.

The both of your tongues intertwine with each other as a string of saliva was left behind after the both of you needed a breather. “How about we finish the rest of this in my office..” Scara nods his head in agreement and wraps his legs around your waist. You carried him to your office and placed him on your desk before going back to kissing him passionately.

“W-What.. about t-the door..” Scara moaned between the wet kiss, drool escaping from the side of his mouth as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “What if someone w-walks in on us..”

“Guess you’ll have to be quite then.” You chuckled as you slowly moved your kisses down to his neck and then his torso before reaching his clothed cunt. It was adorable seeing Scara worry about you, but you knew deep down he didn’t give two shits. He just didn’t want to share you with anyone else. Scara moaned and arches his back as you bite and suck his inner thigh, causing him to spread his legs even wider till you could see a damp spot in the middle of his panties. “You’re already this soaking wet for me?” You teased as you pinched Scara’s clothed clit.

“Y-Yes!~” Scara gasps as you slide his lavender panties to the side and already slid a finger into his silk entrance. “Nghhh-! N-Need more~” He groaned as he rocked his hips against your hand. You ignored Scara’s request as you continue to fuck him with one finger only, which eventually brings Scara to tears as he continues to beg for more of your fingers. “P-Please my cunt aches… hmmp~ pl-please- i’m so close..!”

“You look so beautiful when you’re begging like a desperate bitch.” You sigh teasingly before shoving three more fingers into his sloppy wet cunt. Scara in advance covers his mouth with his hand as he yelps from the sudden intrusion. His body goes limp as his back arches off from the wooden office desk.

Scara wishes he could protest when he suddenly felt the coil in his lower abdomen snap. “I-I’m coming! Nghhhh~ ah-“ Scara squirts all over your fingers and wrist, wetting the desk below him. His body trembles as he comes down from his orgasm. “M-More.. n-not enough..”

You tilt your head to the side as you pull your slick fingers out from Scara’s entrance. “Isn’t someone being a little too greedy..” You sigh. “I’ve already done so much for you..”

Scara scoffs as he attempts to sit up, only for his strength to deny him as he helplessly falls back down on the desk. “Y-You haven’t done jackshit..”

“Oh dear…” You ruffled Scara’s hair before standing up and removing your dress pants and boxers. “Was my fingers not enough for you?” You ask mockingly as you rubbed your tip against his wet folds.

“O-Obviously.” Scara stutters as he attempts to remain obnoxious as usual but the build up after the orgasm seeps in. Scara let’s out a soft whimper when he feels your tip pressing against his entrance, slowly but surely going inside him. Your gaze is fixated on Scara’s expressions, making sure he is completely comfortable at all times. You’re well aware that majority of your customers don’t treat your clients with the up most of care. Unintentionally whilst you were thinking of Scara well being he roughly rubbed his heel into your ass. “M-Move already!” He sneered as Scara bucks his hips against your thick cock.

In response to Scara’s disobedience, you pulled your cock all the way out till only the tip was in until slamming all of it back into him. Scara screamed as tears flooded his eyes and his jaw hanged low, leaving him speechless. “F-Fuck… you’re squeezing me..” You groaned as you threw your head back.

“S-Soo full.. nghh~!” Scara moaned as he chanted this line like a curse. His gaze shifted towards his lower abdomen as he can see the outline of your cock bulging in and out of his hypogastric. “N-Nghh… i-i’m gonna cum.. hmmp.. ahh- i’m coming-!” Scara squirted all over you again like the whore he is, spraying your belly with his clear fluids as well as your dick. “C-Cum inside me! I-I wanna feel you hot seed inside… nghh~ m-my cunt~”

You nod your head in agreement as you continue to fuck him vigorously. Thrusting your hips a few more times against Scara fat pussy has you coming instantly. Your white fluids were quickly milked away by Scara gooey walls. The feeling of fullness sent Scara into overstimulation causing him to squirt one last time, his clear fluids mixed with your white ones seeped out of his swollen red cunt. Scara pants as you slide out of him before pressing a kiss to his temple as the both of you clean up and head home.

#anime #x reader #fypdongggggggg #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin scaramouche #wanderer x y/n #scaranation #trans scaramouche #viralpost

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cor-lapis-candy · 2 years ago

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cor cor cor!! hehe dumping this here for u like a cat giving a mouse to its owner..

scara having a pussy is so cannon!! he was made in ei’s image so it would only make sense… not only that but since he’s a puppet you can take him apart with a little bit of work!! consider: using disassembled scara like a fleshlight!! ^u^

he’d writhe and groan as you unscrewed all of his parts under the guise of preforming maintenance on his systems and joints. it took a bit of effort and a number of fancy tools but you were eventually able to separate his arms, legs, head, and horse from each other!! his limbs were rigged tightly together with rope while you propped his head up on the table you were working at. with one foot, you kicked yourself backwards on the chair till you were far enough away to pull your cock out with ease. the puppets face would’ve flushed red had he been filled with blood but he simply wore an expression between confusion and embarrassment. his insides were ribbed and rubbery requiring a generous amount of lube to be used for a comfortable pace to be set. leaning backwards, you allowed yourself to openly groan at the sensation of the puppets tight cunt. it didn’t take long for you to push a hefty load into him considering it seemed as though he was made for such uses. through the orgasmic haze you looked back towards his head only to see him panting with eyes lidded. successful research conducted!! even when split into parts, he could still feel himself getting fucked!! ^u^

-mwah mwah kisses, venus <3

You know sometimes I forget I have an inbox here and come back and just marvel at this absolute banger your dropped in here for me...

God you deserve the sloppiest head I can give you.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #trans scaramouche #corwhispers #corposting #genshin impact x reader

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rinswritez · 5 months ago

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♡ "Our Sweet Underling" Chapter 8: Sweet Kisses ♡

After that night your worries were unimaginable! How could you have kissed Arlecchino like that? More importantly… Why didn't she push you away?! When you joined the Fatui you never expected to have your higher ups letting you kiss them! It felt too good to be true! First it was Scaramouche– which arguably is the least lovey-dovey thing you've done compared to your other heated encounters– then it was Dottore, now it was Childe and Arlecchino. Worse of all is that she had a girlfriend, who you wouldn't doubt if she found out, she'd have your head!

You nervously paced around your room, every so often adjusting your uniform. However no matter how hard you tried, you looked unkempt and tired. No amount of makeup– that was borrowed from Columbina, hence why you didn't want to use too much– would fix it. Yet you had to do this, you didn't join the Fatui to slack and make out with hot people! Although the second half didn't sound half bad, you did have your priorities straight.

Your dad and your siblings were back home, they needed your help. Financially, it was very difficult for them. Despite your father being born and raised in Snezhnaya, his income was never that great. He grew up to become a traveling merchant, gaining knowledge from all the different places of Teyvat. He'd tell you stories about them and you'd listen intently. You've always loved his stories regarding Liyue and Mondstadt especially! He'd often experiment with recipes and try his best to make them as great as they could be for you and your siblings. Although, while you lived with him, you and him agreed that the kitchen is a dangerous place. Too dangerous for him, since he was easily distracted. He’d always end up looking at the recipe book for too long, afraid of making the food wrong, yet in the end he’d nearly burn the whole kitchen. Since those incidents were common in the household, you decided to take over kitchen duty. He'd always been a quiet and humble man, with a simple job.

Therefore his shock was unimaginable when he heard you wanted to join the Fatui. Although he was all about you having your opportunities in living your best life, he couldn't bear having you live such a dangerous life. As a traveling merchant, he knew first hand the dangers of Teyvat. Thieves, hillichurls, slimes and more were bound to attack you. Not to mention you’d be joining one of the most dangerous organizations, as soon as you’d join, you were bound to make enemies of people. As much as the two of you joked and bickered with each other, you and him both knew that he'd miss you. Your siblings had a similar reaction, although the youngest ones didn't quite understand.

You had to do it. You couldn't put them through all that stress just to leave the Fatui at a minor inconvenience! And more importantly…even if you did leave, what would you say?

‘Oh sorry dad, I may or may not have kissed and slept with multiple of my higher ups while knowing that one of them had a partner. I decided that being a coward was better than telling the truth so I ran back to you like a bullied child!’

You physically recoiled at the thought of saying something like that. Your poor dad would have a heart attack! Before you could think anymore you stopped pacing right in front of the door of your room. Your heart rate increased rapidly as you opened it, and without the confident facade you usually had, you headed straight into the training grounds.

As you walked through the icy halls, an intense feeling of nausea bubbled in your stomach. You mumbled some curses and prayers to the Tsaritsa. How else would you manage today after all?

You were so focused on your thoughts, so utterly confused that you nearly bumped into the door of the training grounds. A strong pair of arms stopped you by grabbing you by the shoulders before you could get hurt.

“Oh, it’s you,” they said, their tone having its usual sass and snarky attitude. You instantly recognised it, your head snapped towards them and you were correct. It was Scaramouche.

You blinked a few times before slowly turning around. You felt sort of of nervous about seeing him again. After your previous encounters, and his endless complaints about wanting to train you according to Arlecchino, you were a bit worried that you'd hurt him.

“Hey.”

“Do you have a thing for doors? You keep walking into them like an idiot.”

You should’ve expected that.

“Oh I’m sorry, all mighty knight in shining armor of mine! I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience!”

He rolled his eyes and leaned closer to you, his eyes watching your every move. “One thing I didn't miss about you is your attitude. It sure as hell hasn’t changed.”

“All I heard is that you missed everything else about me!” You smiled proudly and put your hands on your hips, standing tall.

“Good grief you're such a pain…”

You rolled your eyes, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. “Did you already forget how good I could make you feel?”

He mumbled a quiet curse under his breath. “You won't let that go will you?”

“Nope, sir. I won't. But can you blame me? You really are quite the catch! And-” a cough was heard from behind you and Scaramouche.

You glanced towards the direction that the noise came from and saw Arlecchino, Columbina and Childe. The one who coughed was Arlecchino, who looked displeased with your exchange with Scaramouche. Childe, sweatdropped and waved at you, a forced smile on his face. A grin that would soon drop as he noticed Scaramouche next to you. Only Columbina seemed calm, her eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted, yet she wouldn't speak.

“Oh hi! Why are you guys here? I mean it's a bit early for training isn't it?”

Arlecchino shook her head.

“I'm afraid not, at least not for Harbingers. But what are you doing here with…” her eyes narrowed before she continued, “...with the likes of him?”

You blinked. Columbina smiled at you nervously as Childe averted his gaze and Scaramouche scoffed.

“Really? What a low blow. Even for you-”

You threw Scaramouche over your shoulder, your hand resting on his lower back as you opened the door of the training quarters. The three Harbingers stared at you in utter shock and confusion, on normal occasions Scaramouche would have strangled anyone who manhandled him in such a way. But in your case he just muttered a few complaints.

You softly placed him down and he shook his head and called you a bunch of names, you decided to mess with him a bit.

“Dumbass, getting flustered over something so stupid.”

“All this talk of my ass. Have you got no self restraint?”

“When it comes to you? Absolutely not!” you replied with a chuckle as Scaramouche rolled his eyes once again, his cheeks lightly flushed.

The other three Harbingers stood still as statues in the doorway. You turned around to face them while Scaramouche was already beating the remaining life out of a training dummy. “Aren’t you coming?”

Childe was the first to step forward, his eyes shining with the familiar thrill of a battle. Despite being timid as a kid, Childe always loved fights, be it snowball fights. He’s always had quicker reflexes than you, and you adored spending time with him even if you lost the aforementioned snowball fights. He'd make a task that you disliked, somehow appeal to you. You could never tell if it was just because of his company or because of his ability to make almost everything seem fun, yet you weren't complaining. You smiled at him, as if he had just handed you the stars themselves - knowing him, he probably would if he could - and reached for your weapons.

“You wanna spar with me?”

“You could tell?” Childe questioned, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy

“The look in your eyes says it all, sunshine!” you playfully wink at him, a cheeky grin forming on your lips.

“I'd like to see how they fair with multiple opponents,” Arlecchino mumbled, deep in thought.

“I'd like to spar with them as well,” Columbina spoke up, her soft voice echoing in the training chamber.

Scaramouche turned to them, an annoyed groan escaping his lips.

“Do you seriously think they can handle that many opponents? They can't even take out one of us as is.”

“There's bound to be situations where they'll fight more than one person at once. The sooner they learn to defend themselves the better,” Arlecchino responds with a determined nod.

“I know how to defend myself!” you mumbled, crossing your arms and grumbling under your breath.

Scaramouche shook his head, mildly annoyed by your declaration. “Sure, whatever makes you sleep better at night, underling.”

You stick your tongue out at him.

“Whatever makes you sleep better at night!” You mock in an exaggerated voice, and then stick your nose up in the air and twist your heel, strutting towards Arlecchino and Columbina.

You could hear Scaramouche going on about how his voice doesn’t sound like that. Columbina pulls you in for a soft hug as soon as you walk close enough and whispers in your ear;

“I wish you knew how much I missed that one night. No words can describe how safe you made both me and Arlecchino feel, thank you” You feel her embrace tighten for a brief second before pulling away, her pale cheeks covered with a rosy hue. You feel your own face flush at the thought of the night you showered with them. You smiled at her and turned to Arlecchino.

“Do you really believe I’m strong enough to spar with all of you?” You tilted your head to the side, eyes glimmering with a light similar to the one of the sea during sunrise.

Arlecchino gazed at you, her own eyes shining with that familiar glint that left you mesmerized, one of the reasons you loved her eyes so much. Slowly, her hand made its way to your soft hair, ruffling it. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh. Arlecchino remained silent, observing you.

Columbina swore she could hear both your heartbeats in that moment. A soft smile tugged at her lips, yet it wasn’t the usual hollow one. She genuinely smiled. Soon, her soft laughter filled the room. With child-like enthusiasm she pulled both you and Arlecchino into her embrace. Her giggles became contagious, you started laughing too as you intertwined your fingers with her. You were unsure as to why you were laughing, but it just felt like a natural reaction. Arlecchino seemed to think the same, she let out a soft snicker under her breath, which left both you and Columbina floating up to Cloud Nine.

You took their hands in yours and smiled.

Arlecchino stiffened, her body freezing from the shock. Soon, she caressed your hand, her clawed fingers holding yours, but only for a split second. Her cheeks were a tinted red color, similar to her lipstick, yet less vibrant. Columbina on the other hand, held your hands near her heart almost instantly.

As she did so, she swore your cheeks flushed. Your heartbeat was never steady around the Harbingers, she noticed. She’d assumed it was because of your immense respect but holding you like this made her realize that it was something else. Something more… intimate. She felt her own heart skip a beat at the thought. As her and Arlecchino pulled away, she felt a smile tug at her lips.

You cared for her, her girlfriend and the other Harbingers. Did you love them? What did you think of each of them? She felt as though she met Arlecchino for the second time, her soulmate. Except now, there were two… Two soulmates. Two people care for her, love her and respect her. She stood next to Arlecchino and held her hand.

Your voice broke the comfortable silence you three were in.

“Columbina, I have something I want to tell you.” You lean closer and explain everything to her, whispering so that Childe and Scaramouche wouldn’t hear. How Childe and Arlecchino fought, how you took care of them and how you kissed them. Instead of the upset reaction you expected, she just laughed.

“I know, dear. Arlecchino told me, I’m not upset with you. That does mean you owe me a kiss too. I mean you did kiss my girlfriend, did you not?”

You felt heat rise to your face, but it was like your body was moving on its own. You leaned closer to Columbina, your lips meeting for the first time. She tasted like peaches, contradicting the more sour taste of her girlfriend’s lips. However, Arlecchino’s taste got sweeter when you kissed her. The more you thought of it, the more it made sense, two sweet women, one that was forced to toughen up to protect herself and her emotions, and another one who was forced to become more kind hearted in order to lure people in. Fatui work changed people in many different aspects. That’s just what it did to these two women, yet it changed them in the most contradicting ways. Still, you were proud of the people they’ve become today, or maybe it was your rose-tinted glasses that changed your point of view.

Your eyes traveled across the room to Scaramouche and Childe, on opposite sides of the room from each other, Scaramouche was still electrocuting that poor training dummy using his delusion as a way to vent his frustrations of being left out once again. Or… punch his frustrations away. As for Childe, he was creating mini whales with his hydro vision out of boredom.

You smiled at the two men as you skipped towards them, humming a Snezhnayan tune. You decided to talk to Childe first. As soon as he noticed you he pulled you into a warm hug, his face buried into your shoulder. You started playing with his ginger locks, they were surprisingly soft and fluffy to the touch. You felt your heart flutter as he reached up to caress your face, his blue eyes analyzing your expression before pulling away.

“You’re such a tease, Ajax,” you mumble, face slightly flushed. You flick his forehead and pull away from the hug.

“Ouch, you’re so cold!” He dramatically poses as if he got shot in the heart and you lean closer to him again, kissing the spot on his forehead you flicked.

“Better?”

He nods, his whole face lighting up. “Much better.”

He pulls you in for another hug and you smile and hug him back.

“I missed this,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You missed his hugs, you missed his touch, his smile, his laugh. You missed him, and you hadn’t even realized how much you had until now. You loved him. You’d love him until your heart stopped beating, you’d love him until Teyvat faltered. You’d love him with your whole heart, you weren’t going to lose him again.

Yet it felt as though you were betraying him by loving the other Harbingers. You were confident you were his soulmate, but you also knew better than anyone that you were the other Harbingers’ soulmate too. His soft voice grounds you, reminding you that you were here now, there was no need to dwell on the what if’s yet.

“I missed this too, Solnyshko,” he responded, his eyes glimmering the same way they did when you were kids, full of hope and excitement as to what’s to come. They soon fluttered shut as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Your eyes are beautiful Ajax,” you muttered, in response he lazily opened one eye to look at you.

“When did you become so cheesy?” he teased, a grin playing on his lips.

“Oh shut up! It’s true.”

Your eyes unconsciously traveled to his soft lips, his silly grin made your heart beat faster. Before you knew it you leaned in and you kissed him. You kissed your childhood best friend. He tasted like cinnamon with vanilla. It left you craving more, so as soon as he pulled away to breathe you pulled him back in. You could hear his heart beating rapidly. He cupped your face, caressing your cheek with so much care, as though you were an illusion, a dream.

“Do you just go around kissing your higher ups?” he teased as soon as you both pulled away.

Your face flushed and you looked away.

“What? No! Of course not-”

“I haven’t forgotten about last night, you know. You kissed me and Arlecchino. Is there something you’re not telling me?” His teasing grin returned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You sigh heavily as you decide to give in and just say it, growing lightheaded as your heart races.

“Fine. I love you, Ajax. But it’s so confusing. Aren’t I supposed to love just one person? I love you, but I love the other Harbingers too. I wish I wasn’t so greedy as to want you all to myself. I wish I could say I love all of you without shame swallowing me whole. I don’t feel ashamed because I love you, I’m ashamed because I worry that I’ll ruin this for all of us.”

What if he hated you?

But instead of responding like you expected him to, like he should’ve: With disgust, with anger, resentment for being so greedy… he stared at you as if he was trying to understand you. Soon he cracked a soft smile, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“You really are an idiot.”

You felt your face flush from embarrassment and anger! How could he say that so casually as if you didn’t admit you loved him for years? His chuckles turn into a full on fit of laughter, which caused you to grumble;

“Hey! What’s so funny? I just poured my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say!?” You punch his shoulder, but with not nearly enough force to hurt him. You didn’t want to inflict harm on him, especially since you loved him for so long now. Pushing him away would be stupid on your part.

“You jerkface!” You continued hitting his shoulder with a frown. You were only half-jokingly upset, scared that he’d reject you but also overly dramatizing your emotions to not make him worry.

“Jerkface? Are we in kindergarten?” he chuckled, cocking an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes in irritation.

“You know what I meant! How am I the idiot here?” you snark, sounding an awful lot like an angry chipmunk. Childe softly ruffled your hair, despite your grumbling protests.

“You aren’t greedy for wanting all of us. You’re probably just polyamorous-”

You blink owlishly, staring at him for a good minute without saying a word, your mouth opening and closing as you struggled to come up with anything to say.

“Poly- Huh?” you stutter out, eyebrows furrowing.

“-And that’s not a bad thing. You’re not greedy, your heart’s too big to fit just one person romantically.” Childe shrugs, as if this was obvious.

You continued to stare at him dumbfounded as you bit your bottom lip, considering his words. Your eyebrows furrowed as you averted your gaze away from his.

“But what if the rest of the Harbingers don’t think the same way you do?” you whisper, tears threatening to form in your eyes at the mere thought of being rejected from the people who you’ve grown so attached to.

If they were the sun, you were a sunflower, needing them, craving them to grow as a person. With eyes full of hope you looked up at them like they’ve handed you the world itself. You couldn’t lose that, not after longing for it for all your life.

You sighed, a familiar feeling of fear pooled in your stomach, but with it came a certain feeling that you couldn’t quite understand… Excitement maybe? You wanted to tell them your feelings for a while now, this was a perfect opportunity for you to do so.

He let out a soft chuckle as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss.

“If they can’t see you’re perfect, I will. I’m fully devoted to you, Solnyshko. If they can’t reciprocate your feelings, then they’re missing out on being with the sweetest person to ever enter their life,” he whispered, your foreheads softly brushing against each other. Your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips as your hands reached for his own.

Recently everytime you closed your eyes, all you could see was the future you had with the Harbingers. Going stargazing together- you wouldn’t doubt Columbina would talk about the auras of the stars, despite not seeing them. She’d hold you in her arms, and her cold yet welcoming embrace would be the only thing you’d be thinking about for a while.

Going fishing with Childe was next on your list. He’d always loved it, although you were honestly never interested in fishing. You were just observing his cute expression, how he stuck his tongue out when concentrating on reeling in the fish, how he bragged to you after catching a bigger sea creature. He was so adorable.

Dancing with Arlecchino was without a doubt one of your wildest and more hopeful dreams. You already knew that Arlecchino learned how to dance from a young age. She was really good at it, her movements flowed smoothly, every sway of her hips left you breathless, you could stare at her for hours. She was so elegant, you wished you knew how to dance so that you could join her.

Dottore was next. You’d love to go to the local book stores of Snezhnaya with him, since both of you had an interest in what Teyvat had to offer, you thought it’d be fitting to go to the libraries of Sumeru and read together. You'd sit next to him, lean on his shoulder as you flipped the pages together. You knew he was a bit crazy, but he was without a doubt smart.

And lastly Scaramouche, your ‘wake up call’ in a sense. He was the reason you even realized you were in love with the Harbingers. That you were in love with him. Truthfully, your heart still skipped a few beats around him and the Harbingers. You should’ve gotten used to their presence by now, yet you didn’t. You’d love to take him to a flower field, he was as beautiful as purple asters. His figure, his intricately applied makeup, his soft hair which perfectly framed his face, his eyes, which shined with that familiar passion you knew so well always softened slightly whenever he’d look at you. The flower field was perfect, you concluded. Especially if you could make him a bouquet.

Suddenly a thought crossed your mind.

Could you ever marry them? You felt your face heat up at the thought, yet it also made a part of you feel content, warm, and safe. Your stomach was filled with butterflies at the thought of waiting for all of them on the aisle. Soft smiles playing on their lips as they walk towards you.

Arlecchino would wear an elegant black suit, her tie more loose than the others, her coat draped over her shoulders, a corset enchanting her figure further, tight black pants that’d make her muscular legs show off further. She’d look even more stunning, her eyes would shine brighter than when they usually did when looking at you, she’d be… perfect. Her red lipstick would be exchanged for a deeper shade of maroon, that’d leave a light stain on your lips.

Columbina would wear a white wedding dress with black rose patterns adorning her top, her sleeves would be puffy, making her look like she came out of a fairytale book. Her usually pale face would be covered in her natural blush, shiny eyeshadow making her closed eyes appear that much more magical, her light rosy lipstick would match the color of your blush that’d practically be covering your whole face from both shyness and adoration.

As for Scaramouche, he’d have a typical white dress shirt with a purple corset the same shade as his hair, black pants and you wouldn’t doubt for a second he’d complain about the choice of the corset for him. His usual red eyeliner would instead be black, making his eyes look similar to a fox’s. His cocky smile would be exchanged with an expression full of love as he walked towards you.

Dottore would wear a black top with sleeves that puff up at the ends, enchanting his every movement, a deep blue coat that you could tell you wouldn’t be able to get your hands off of. The coat would be long in the back, short in the front and would make him look that much more breathtaking. Along with typical black pants- he had always preferred functionality over aesthetics.

Ajax would wear a white long sleeved shirt, an orchid blue waistcoat adorned with silver accents, long sky blue pants and a black coat over his shoulders. He’d smile at you, brighter than ever before, and his eyes, for once, would regain their glow. You felt your heart skip a beat at the thought.

What were you thinking?!

Marrying the Harbingers was beyond ridiculous. None of them seemed like the type to be interested in that kind of commitment! Not to mention the fact that you were an underling, an attractive one, but certainly an underling! Arlecchino and Columbina already had each other, Dottore was too focused on experiments, Ajax was focused on Fatui work, and Scaramouche was…Scaramouche.

You looked back up at Ajax and smiled. He grinned before kissing your forehead once again. You felt your heart flutter at the feeling of his lips against your skin. You pulled him into your embrace and played with his hair, untangling his messy ginger locks. He looked up at you, his face comfortably snuggled in your chest. After a moment of comfortable silence, he spoke.

“Do you plan on telling them?” his muffled voice came from where he was pressed against the fabric of your uniform.

“I will, I’m just unsure as to when,” you sighed, awkwardly fidgeting with your Fatui insignia.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, they’re all obviously head over heels for you, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind-” Ajax reassured you, holding your hand in his.

“But what if they do? What then?”

“Then it’s the two of us, just like when we were kids.” A soft, comforting smile adorns his lips and you grin back, be it nervously.

You twist your heel and nod determinedly to yourself, walking towards the Harbinger, the thrill and anticipation intimidating you a bit.

“Where are you going?” he asks, tilting his head curiously but following you nonetheless.

“It’s now or never!” you respond, trying to mask your anxiety with a false confident act.

Ajax blinked dumbly before giving you a look, indirectly asking you if you’re sure. You gave him a nod and walked towards Arlecchino and Columbina. Arlecchino was sharpening her polearm quietly while Columbina rambled full of excitement about your future sparring match.

You gently tap Arlecchino’s shoulder, to grab her attention and Columbina, who already sensed your presence, raised an eyebrow.

“Is something the matter, dear?” Columbina asks, her soft voice making you feel light yet also reminding you of the truths that’d soon leave your lips.

“I…” you pause, looking for the right words.

Scaramouche stopped attacking the training dummy as soon as he noticed your nervousness. He walked up to you and the other Harbingers, letting out a scoff.

“What are you doing with them again, underling? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“There's something I want to tell you all of you,” You muttered, catching Scaramouche’s gaze, as your face heated up from embarrassment at the thought of confessing like this.

Dottore walked through the door without a care for the tense atmosphere.

As soon as he spots you, he smirks and puts down the clipboard he was holding as he says: “Ah, if it isn’t the cute lapdog.”

You stuck your tongue out in response to his comment while Arlecchino and Scaramouche glared at him.

“Well, since you're all here I'd be an idiot to back down now… I have something I need to get off my chest” You gave Childe a nervous glance before gulping.

“Get what off your chest?” asked Columbina, suddenly anxious as to what your confession might be.

“I think I might be polyamorous, I wish I wasn’t but I may be. I’d sacrifice everything I have and don’t have to be with you. I crave you like the sunflowers crave the sun after days of endless rain. I want to be with you, hold you, protect you… Although you’re probably the ones who’ll be protecting me, I’ll learn how to be strong enough to be someone worthy of your love and respect. I love you, my heart is filled with utter adoration for you. Forgive me for being greedy.” You kneeled before them and lowered your head in shame as tense silence filled the air.

“I sincerely apologize for my foolishness, I can’t control who I love, yet that won’t stop me from feeling guilty. I know you guys have bright futures-” You looked at Childe and Dottore, then turned to Scaramouche.

“You have reputations to uphold and-” Lastly you turned to Arlecchino and Columbina.

“You have partners. I can’t hold you back, that’d be so, so foolish and selfish of me. But I really want to make your lives better in any way I can, I want to be the reason you try your best. I want to make you smile. I sound like a cliche protagonist from a romance book, yet I can’t help it. You deserve a comforting and cute romance after all the shit I’m confident you’ve endured while working here. I value you a lot, I want to love you. So if you’ll let me-”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you shakily inhaled.

“I’m in love with you,” you repeat, as the silence in the room is swallowing you whole.

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