#SOMEONE WALKS IN ON YOU !

Title: Damaged Goods.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x F. Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Sex Doll Au, Oral Sex, Unhealthy Relationships, Themes of Past Abuse, and Slight Manipulation.

You really had to do something about his back.

You couldn’t imagine why you hadn’t gotten around to it already. There were more pressing issues, sure – when you’d first found Scaramouche, curled up in the alleyway behind a dive bar you’d never take him back to, he’d been missing his entire right arm below the elbow and his left ankle had been visibly beaten in with something very heavy and very powerful – but against all reason, his back had been the only thing to make you actually, physically cringe after you’d gotten him home and into your workshop. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said he’d been caught in a fire, that someone had taken a blowtorch to the synthetic skin between his shoulder blades and the base of his spine and held it there until plastic melted into metal, until everything was charred enough to blackened, but not so burnt as to damage any of the vital mechanisms underneath. It’d take a few hours, but it wouldn’t be very hard, even if he’d pout for a while when you told him he’d have to be powered off for the repair. You had the right tools for it, but you'd need to order—

A mouth latched onto the inside of your thigh, a cold tongue lapping over your skin before two pointed teeth found their mark, biting down with a purposeful kind of harshness. You hissed, straightening your back, your hand shooting to his head and your fingers tangling themselves in his hair, dragging him away from you. There was a sharp whine of protest, followed by a disappointed groan, but you tried not to pay it any mind. “Scara?”

He blinked slowly, tilted his head back to lean into your palm. Despite that, his tone was snipped, hostile, like you'd been the one to hide yourself away underneath his worktable and bite at his legs while he was trying to work. “What do you want?”

“I thought we agreed that we were just spending time together, today.” Calm, composed, even. Not overly soft, but not too strict, either, lest he decide that he'd rather spend the day looking for expensive things to break. “No playing in the workshop, remember? It’s too dangerous.”

It wasn’t a bad excuse. The project you were currently working on – a pair of color-changing eyes for a very spoiled Ayato – wasn’t incredibly demanding, but you didn’t want him to start to think that a room full of very sharp, very temperamental tools was a good place to eat you out. Still, Scaramouche scoffed, rolling his eyes. Either unconvinced, or too apathetic towards his own safety to really care. “Don’t talk to me like that,” He muttered, shifting on his knees. You’d been tinkering with his bad ankle earlier, and his foot was still hanging loosely from his calf, only connected by a few strands of braided wiring. You’d have to reattach it later on, after smoothing out a few dents in his endoskeleton. He said you didn’t have to, that it was all superficial, but he’d been starting to limp, and as a mechanic, you couldn’t leave your own android in such a state of disrepair. “I’m not a dog. Just say you don’t want me to bother you.”

“It’s not like that.” It genuinely wasn’t. When he wasn’t sulking or sucking hickeys into whatever you gave him access to, he was good company, a good assistant, and you liked having a second pair of hands to go over your work – even if he always slipped in a snide comment about how inelegant the androids you repaired were when compared to his craftsmanship. “I just don’t want you getting hurt. When you’re fixed up, we’ll see, but right now…”

You trailed off, doing your best to shrug apologetically. He only scowled, looked away, dropped low enough to rest his cheek against your thigh in a way that (in your own defense) wasn’t totally unlike a kicked puppy. “You don’t want me.”

Pursing your lips, you pushed yourself away from your worktable, giving him that much more room to lean into you, to lay his head in your lap as you carded your fingers through his hair. “Look, Scara,” You started, and when he didn’t cut you off or try to walk away, “What do you want to do?”

His answer was short, predictable. “Make you happy.”

Meaning, in his vocabulary, make you cum. Considering his position, you could probably guess how he planned to do it, too.

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

With a sigh, you let your head lull to the side, dropping your hand to the back of his neck. “Once,” You said, with as much emphasis you can manage. “And then I need to get back to—”

He didn’t wait for you to finish, didn’t even give you a chance to. In a fraction of a second, your shorts were pulled off, your panties pushed to the side, and his tongue buried in your cunt, pushing hasty, sloppy patterns into your slit. You could feel his hands wrap around your thighs, a row of blunt nails digging harshly into soft flesh, and you winced, but didn’t pull away, didn’t tell him to stop and loosen up. He was clearly feeling insecure, even if you couldn’t tell exactly why. The least you could do was let him get a little rough.

Instead of correcting him, you tried to focus on his lips sealing around your clit, sucking just harshly enough to send a spike of sudden, searing electricity down your spine before his eagerness won over, before he went back to fucking his tongue into you in short, shallow thrusts. He didn’t have to breathe, an underappreciated courtesy of not being built with lungs, but you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at his neediness, at just how eager he seemed to bury himself inside of you as deeply as he possibly could. His memory card had been wiped twice over, every databank you had access to completely cleared, but still, you couldn’t help but think of it as a holdover, something as deeply ingrained into him as the burn scars painted across his back - deeper, even. That damage, you couldn't smooth over with a few hours of work and spare parts.

“Easy, now,” You mumbled, your voice low but clearly audible. If he heard you, though, he wasn't paying attention, didn’t make any effort to actually listen. If anything, his movements only grew more intense, his tongue curling against your walls as he moaned – the reverberation drawing a sharp, airy gasp out of you. You’d tested other companion droids before, tried everything from Capitano to Venti, but Scaramouche was the first android who’d ever genuinely needed to get you off – or, at least, that first who was able to put on a good enough act to make it seem that way. It was worse when you actually had time to let him fuck you, when you could give him the hours he needed to rut into your pussy until his stores were empty and his battery was nearly dead, until you were too exhausted and too overstimulated to tell him to stop before he managed to exacerbate any of the injuries you had yet to patch up. He liked being the center of your attention, liked being close to you. It seemed like he thought, in his own words, 'making you happy' was the best way to accomplish that.

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you knew this wasn’t the way an android was supposed to function. You knew that his behavior was irrational, that he didn’t listen to direct orders, that no companion droid should ever be so stubborn, so eager to soak in your affection while simultaneously doing whatever he could to deflect it. You knew that, if it was one of your clients, you’d suggest that they contact Teyvat's resources, that they either return their droid immediately or power them down indefinitely. You knew that he was a little too manic, and a little too frantic, and...

And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. Not really. Not when it came to your droid, at least. Not when it came to your Scaramouche.

He nuzzled further into you, his nose grinding against your clit, and you clenched your eyes shut, lurching forward and taking up his hair, again, half as a reward and half as a means of keeping him as close as you possibly could. Not that he needed your help. With another squeeze to your thighs, another pitchy moan, you were crying out, coming undone on his tongue minutes after he decided he needed you to. You let him nurse you through it, only tugging him away when the first pangs of overstimulation started to set in. He started to whine, to protest, but bit his tongue, his dignity winning out over his desperation. That was something you liked about Scaramouche. He was cute when he couldn’t decide what he really wanted.

You smiled, tapped your thigh, and without hesitation, he clambered into your lap, only momentarily fazed by the fact that he was still missing a foot. You could see his flushed cheeks as he straddled your waist, feel his cock pressing into your stomach, but he didn’t complain, didn’t say a word as he wrapped his arms around your neck, burying his face in your chest. You’d have to pry him away eventually, get him to sit still just long enough for you to finish his ankle, but that could wait.

Like his back - like everything about Scaramouche - you were sure it'd be fine if you waited just a little bit longer.

Hi! I heard that you’re taking in requests! May I ask for a reader who was kidnapped by scaramouche? She was socially isolated to the point stolkholm syndrome kicks in for reader? 🚶🏼‍♀️

summary. socially isolated darling who develops stolkholm syndrome for scaramouche

warnings. general yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, social isolation, breif descriptions of injury, emotional manipulattion/abuse, scara calls you a slut once.

you had been so stupid. so naive to think that scaramouche wouldn't find out about your little fling with one of the fatui lackeys that worked for him. it was risky to even allow feelings to fester for another person, but someone who worked for scaramouche? that was just dangerous. you should've known better.

but, honestly, it couldn't have been helped. he was the one sent to your room after punishments that left you needing medical attention. he was so soft and caring when wrapping bandages around you or applying ointment to heal electrical burns. he talked to you gently and made sure you were okay. he was there for you in a time of need, and you were able to find comfort and safety in him. it was inevitable that feelings would form between the two of you.

it was an accident that scaramouche found out. you don't really know exactly what happened, but you do know that he found out by overhearing his lackeys teasing you're secret lover about his crush on you.

scaramouche was livid. he came into your room, grabbing you roughly and dragging you out. you were scared as you fumbled to keep up with his fast paced steps, but you didn't struggle against him or say anything. you didn't know where you were going until he tossed you onto the hard, cold ground of a cell.

"if you want to be a slut so baddly, then i'll just have to fucking keep you locked up where you'll never see anyone but me ever again." he told you before slamming the door and leaving you there all alone.

you thought he would let you out eventually, but it's been two months since then. it was okay at first, you actually even enjoyed the silence and alone time. but after a while it scared you. you didn't like being alone anymore, and it didn't help that the cell he kept you in was dark and cold, which only made you feel more scared and alone.

right now you were laying in bed, clutching tightly onto the sheets that you held over your head. it had been at least an hour since you've been trying to fall asleep, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't. you felt like you were going to throw up because of how tired you felt. you were so miserable.

you breath hitched when you suddenly heard the door to your cell creak open, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach when the eerie noise filled your ears. you didn't move, or say anything, just simply layed there, waiting for what would happen.

sometimes he'd come down here to drop off food and the he'd leave, other times he would linger to berate you in some way. you didn't like how cold he was towards you during your time down here, it made you feel so small and helpless, and it just reminded you how badly of a situation you got yourself into — how badly you fucked up.

"y/n." he called, voice cold and emotionless. you didn't answer, merely pulling the sheet tighter around your form. he took that as an opportunity to continue, though.

"you want out, don't you?" you shifted, lifting the sheet only enough to see him standing a little ways from the bed, but you remained quiet. you watched as he walked to where a chair was in the cell and he sat down, leaning back and crossing his arms against his chest. he then looked at you, making you pull the sheet back down to cover yourself.

"just admit that i'm all you need, all that you want, and you can come out." he said, amused.

you held your breath as you contemplate his words, unsure of what to do. you're afraid of admitting he's right — because he is, you do need him, you depend on him, really, but you don't know how to feel about that yet and it scares you to think about it. but then again, you hate it down here, you hate it so much it makes you want to cry just thinking about staying here any longer.

scaramouche takes your long silence as refusal, because before you can muster up something to say, he begins to leave. clicking his tongue, he mutters a 'fine' as he stands from the chair and starts walks towards your cell door.

"wait." you whispered meekly, just barely loud enough for him to hear. "pl—lease... don't leave me here al—lone again."

you couldn't look at him, too ashamed that you finally succumbed to him. but you were so scared, you didn't like being alone and he was here, with you, willing to comfort you and finally let you out of this suffocating cell. you didn't really have a choice but to accept that he really is all that you have or you'd be left down here alone again.

when you think about it, he's really not all that bad. it's just when you upset him that things get scary for you. otherwise he cares about you, makes sure you're okay and well, and he can also be sweet. he'll gently kiss you, call you sweet little nicknames and simply hold you tightly in his arms. he's attractive too, you cannot deny that.

you don't have to keep resisting him, you think. it's pointless and only ends in painful punishments that make you end up regretting you ever defied him. it's okay to give in to him and accept that you're his, you tell yourself reassuringly.

"oh?" he sounded mockingly, turning around to look at your pathetic form that was shivering under the thin sheet. "finally come to our senses, have we?" you flick your eye up to look at him momentarily, and he's smirking down at you like he'd finally won — which technically, he has.

you quickly look away, nodding your head ever so slightly. "please." you hesitate for a moment, tears welling in your eyes as you swallow thickly. "I–I need yo–you."

you don't hear him say anything after that, only the creaking of your cell door closing. you don't look up to see if he left, you just assume that he did.

a whimper escapes your quivering lips and you grip tightly onto the sheets of the matress where you lay. too busy wrapped in the fear of being alone, you don't notice light footsteps walking towards you.

you flinch when a calloused hand touches your cheek, the gentle stroke of a thumb lulling you back into comfort. you look up and see scaramouche sitting crouched in front of you, a soft, barely there smile displayed on his lips.

"shh, sweetheart. there's no need to cry, i'm right here."

Hello! Could i ask for yan kazuha and venti with a reader who came from another world like the traveler? Gn pls :)

summary. venti and kazuha with an otherworldly darling

warnings. manipulation, unhealthy relationships, general yandere themes

venti ;

like the traveler, i think you ended up somewhere in mondstat, but unfortunately for you, it was venti who found you instead of amber.

from the very moment he saw you picking sunsettia in whispering woods, he was absolutely mesmerised. venti's a creep and a disgusting pervert, he can't help but stare when he finds someone attractive. and you, goodness, you just looked so delectable. your shirt lifted when you lifted your hand above you, exposing a bit of your tummy for him to view as he pleased. within just a few seconds, he was already hard, and his thoughts ran rampant.

he hid in one of the trees just a few yards away, watching intently as you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach a sunsettia that was too far up. he found it amusing the way you huffed, nearly falling over after attempting to jump up and grab it. you were adamant about getting that fruit, and venti saw it as the perfect opportunity to get acquainted.

he approached you with a friendly smile on his face, asking if you needed any help — to which you frantically said yes. he used his anemo powers to push himself off the ground and into the air, just high enough to grab the sunsettia you so desired. you were in complete awe when he landed and handed you the fruit. it nearly fell out of your hands when you jumped in his face asking how he did that.

that's how he found out you weren't from this world, and he took complete advantage of that fact. he told you a lot of lies, and you obliviously ate them all up without a second thought 'cause you trusted him fully. even if you were a bit hesitant about some things, there really wasn't anything you could do about it 'cause you knew absolutely nothing about the world of teyvat.

kazuha ;

kazuha saved your life, that's how the two of you met. during his travels in liyue he saw you surrounded by a pack of hilichurls, holding a mere stick as your only defense. kazuha's a gentleman, he couldn't just leave some helpless person to die when there was a possibility he could save them — so he did.

you thanked him profusely, telling him that you'll forever be indebted to him. he smiled politely and told you what he did was nothing, that anyone would do it. he was intrigued though. why would someone with little fighting prowess be so far out from liyue harbor where countless dangers lurked?

he kept his curiosity to himself, instead offering to stay with you in case you were attacked again. it wasn't till later when you learned he was okay to trust that he found out you were from another world. you told him you were all alone and scared cause you didn't know where you were or how you got here, but he comforted you.

you two got quite acquainted on your travels together. he loved hearing you talk about where you came from, but whenever you mentioned going back, he felt a twinge in his stomach that made him want to throw up.

he didn't want you to go back. you couldn't just leave him when he was there for you, protecting you from all the dangers of teyvat when you were all alone and helpless. it just wasn't fair, how could you even think about abandoning him like that? he got moody and withdrawn any time you said you wanted to go back, and poor, clueless you had no idea what was wrong with him.

he'll use manipulation to keep you with him — reminding you that you owe him your life for saving you. it makes you feel so guilty. but kazuha would do absolutely anything to keep you with him, even if that meant hurting you a little bit in the process.

𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹ jealous sex feat. kazuha : xiao : ayato : childe : kaeya : diluc : zhongli : albedo x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : jealousy : possessive behavior (not detailed)

kazuha, who felt terrible right now, having those thoughts cross his mind and haunting him weren't any helpers, at all. He'd force himself to smile once meeting your eyes, slowly advancing towards you to embrace you in a tight hug, fingertips digging themselves into the soft flesh of your thighs. His lips needy and full of hunger on top of yours as he slowly traces them with his tongue, his digits tracking down your stomach until they hit the spot right above your heat, skilled fingers hooking around your pants and pushing himself down with one swift motion, your cunt welcoming him in an almost desperate way. His straightforwardness was a great distraction from the first finger he probed right at your hole, collecting your slick before inserting it with a low groan coming out of his throat. Kazuha knew he shouldn't be jealous right now - yet he couldn't help himself - needs to show you how crazy you‘re making him feel.

xiao, who was boiling at the thought of losing you to someone else. - It could happen anytime - the little voices in his head bickering around, though luckily, that's when your soft arms wrapped around his body, pulling him from the darkness that seemed to consume him. He'd search for your lips hungrily, surrendering to the passion you always managed to arouse in him. "You won't leave, right?" he's whimpering, a small whisper against your ear once he pushed his throbbing cock inside of your welcoming hole. "don't leave me. okay." and he's so sensitive right now, hiding his face and stifling his whiny cries while pushing his painfully hard cock in and out of you. It was beyond him now, warm tears running over his cheeks uncontrollably. You, who's slowly wrapping your arms around his body, making sure he understands that you'll never ever leave him behind. <3

ayato, who's never jealous, - in his eyes at least - , he's only worried for you to get in danger :( ! so it's only fair for him to show you that he's the only one who can bury his cock deep inside your throat. All kinds of fluids, yours and his combined, dribbling down the corners of your mouth to your chin and staining his dress pants and boxers in a downright pornographic way. You were choking and gulping around him messily, your skilled tongue lapping at the underside of his cock and grazing through the pulsating veins, flattering to caress the abused skin as you hollowed your cheeks. "Fuck." a low groan from deep inside his chest, his hands finding refuge in your hair as he rutted himself against your warm mouth, meeting your pace halfway. "I'm the only one who can ruin you like this, answer me." he's joking right, how could you possible answer him with his dick deep inside your throat. All you did though was look up at him through under your lashes, your eyes saying more than you ever could and that's when he saw the answer he was seeking from you.

childe, who'd rather die than admit he's jealous of a random person hitting on you. Is he getting clingy? surely, but that's only normal for him, right? He's desperately trying to hide his jealousy in front of you, but fails miserably once he has you spread out for him on the bed. "fuck." he's sighing between gritted teeth, his heavy cock finding refuge in your sobbing cunt, - finally - , he thought to himself. The raw feeling of his girth stretching you out and almost snapping you in half made it harder for you to stifle your moans, he was just way too big for you :( pulsating veins gazing through your walls, but ajax took his time tonight, much to your surprise. "why-." he's wincing, biting down on his lower lip and moving closer to your face, "who was that today?" His hips stilled for a moment just as he buried himself balls deep back into your warm embrace.

kaeya, who'd find it amusing, if anything. He knows he has nothing to fear, but what's that aching feeling in his chest? must be getting a cold, he figured. Couldn't shake it off though, he was beyond confused and the way he caged you against the bed once the both of you finally got home, only helped a bit. Another one of your cries falling deaf to his ears while his skilled fingers circled and pinched your glistering clit, synching the movements of your hips, leaving you breathless and shaking under the weight of his body. "Are you close? Tell me how it feels, come on." he's so needy right now, his body heat connecting with your own as he whispered more sinful things into your ear. The pace of his fingers never faltered, warm tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of your approaching orgasm that would reach you any moment now. "Please tell me how it feels." he's almost desperate at this point, once you realized that something was bothering him, —unable to place on what it was — you quickly proceeded to tell him just how much you loved him, over and over again. <3

diluc, who'd be embarrassingly obvious in front of you. His cheeks would fade a dark shade of red once you're actually confronting him about it. You're so close right now, breath fanning against his lips while slowly sliding your fingertips down the big dent that formed in his pants. "So, you weren't." stopping mid sentence, to slip your hand past his waistband and feel his growing erection throb against your palm, "jealous?" you finished your question off with a wink, roughly tracing his lips with your tongue which had him whining against you. His eyes blown as wide as saucers as he watched you stroke him lazily, his cock head poking out from his pants and archons, did it look angry, almost ready to cum on the spot. The view was way too lewd for him, groaning from the feeling of your warm hand circling and fisting his dick so fucking perfectly. "maybe." he was saying it through clenched teeth while holding onto your shirt for stability, "maybe a bit."

zhongli, who doesn't see the point of being jealous, but sometimes even he can get quite possessive towards you. He's trying desperately to hide those particular feelings, but he can't help it but be worried about you sometimes. That's only normal, right? "Come to me, darling." he'd motion you towards him, guiding and hoisting your body up so that your legs were on each side of his thighs. It wasn't long until you felt something hard brush against your legs, looking up at the man who had his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His facial expression almost made you cum untouched, half lidded eyes and hooked, slowly opening them and looking through his lashes. "I'm not fond of seeing you with them." he’s embarrassed, hiding his blushed out face in the nook of your neck, lips locking against your soft skin. You’re shuddering at the tenderness of his wet and sloppy kisses. He began to guide you carefully against his pulsating, throbbing length that he couldn't wait to plunge balls deep inside of you later, "you belong to me." you surely were making him loose all the cool he possessed today. <3

albedo knew what jealousy was, though he wasn't feeling it very often, it did show itself around his head from time to time. Whenever he does feel like he's getting quite possessive towards you, he'll always make sure to at first: tell himself that he has no reason to feel this way - and sometimes - only that would help to get it released from the tight grip of his thoughts. But once his heart started pumping ten times faster than normally at the mere sight of you, that's when it hit him again, all those sorrows and hurtful feelings came rushing back to him. They wouldn't leave him for the whole night, even if he tried. "Hmm." He'd just hum his replies, which you knew meant his mind was somewhere else completely. The harshness of his thrusts and his grip increasing without him realizing, burying himself deep inside your wet warmth, a broken moan escaping from his chest once he felt you clench. Luckily though, your skilled fingers would trace up his chest, finding refuge on his cheeks and pulling him close for a kiss, a whispery 'I love you' dancing from your mouth to his ears, calming him down in a heart beat. <3

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓

— albedo, kaeya, & kazuha x f!reader | minors dni.

[ no pronouns for reader used! ]

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering (kaeya’s), overstimulation (albedo’s), edging (kaeya’s & kazuha’s), masturbation (kazuha’s), slight dacryphilia, use of words ‘cunt’ / ‘cunny’

note from heart: the brain rot i’ve been having over these three specifically is insane,,,

❥ — ALBEDO :

he can’t help but be so infatuated at the sight of you shuddering as his lips press lightly against your swollen, twitching clit. using the tip of his tongue, he flicks at the very sensitive bud, his eyes never leaving your expression. the way your face contorts with such ecstasy, the way tears coat your lashes so perfectly, the pained moans leaving your mouth— it all makes the feeling of his pants tighten around his length.

“albedo,” you whimper, squirming underneath his touch, trying so hard to run away from him. but albedo knows you better than that. he knows you love the feeling of coming undone on his tongue, he knows how badly you want more of him, he knows that all you want is for him to capture you so he can devour you more.

the grip on your hips tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing into your plush skin. your movements still, but your cunt continues to leak right in front of him. he presses another sweet kiss to your clit, listening to the angelic gasp that leaves past your lips. “one more time for me, sweetheart.. i know you want it.”

❥ — KAEYA :

the wet sounds from your cunt practically echo inside his office. the squelching noises making the perfect harmony to the sounds of his tongue lapping up your juices. your whining and cries of pleasure the melody to put it all together. the taste of your pleasure flat against his tongue makes his cock twitch with excitement.

he knows he’s the only one who will ever make you feel this good with just his mouth and his fingers. the way he curls his fingers upward into the perfect spot deep inside you is incomparable to even your own. your gooey walls clenching around his fingers as he sucks languidly on your clit.

“kaeya, i’m— ah! ‘m close,” you moan, your back arching off the wooden desk he laid you out on. he grins against you, curling his fingers upwards once more before pulling them out of you. releasing his mouth from your drooling sex and pressing a teasing kiss against your clit. your eyes shoot open, tears welling up, and kaeya can’t help but chuckle. “you are just so,” he pauses briefly to rub slow circles on your clit. “so, so pretty like this.”

❥ — KAZHUA :

as poetic and loving your boyfriend is, he truly loves watching you writhe under his touch. with your legs propped up on his shoulders and his face buried deep into your cunt, his eyes never leave your face. all scrunched up in pleasure, he just can’t help but reach down as stroke his hardening cock.

his tongue pumps in and out of you, casually curling upwards, earning the prettiest cries from you. you look down at him, glossy eyed and dazed. he smirks against you, moaning as your eyes meet. he pulls his tongue out to lap at your clit, sucking on it feverishly. your hips buck up, grinding against him for more friction, and the tip of his cock can’t help but leak with pre.

he pulls away, watching your expression change so quickly. you practically whine at the loss of his touch, but the sound only makes him even harder. “kazu,” you plead, spreading yourself once more for him. he hums in delight, leaning down to place a kiss on your clit and listening to a soft gasp leave past your lips. he stands, letting you watch him pump himself before guiding the tip of his cock up and down your slick folds. “you’re so needy, darling.. and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

Title: Pliant.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Implied Improvement, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Degradation, Slight Codependence, Manipulation.

“Again.”

He looked less domineering than he sounded, all parted lips and disheveled hair and pink dusted lightly over pale skin, a slight blush that betrayed the even cadence of his voice. His hands were still on your hips, slid underneath below your open tomesode, and you could feel his nails digging into your skin, his grip far too tight to be romantic, as if you still had to be held in place to reciprocate his sparse affection. You liked him when he was like this, quiet, flustered, his abrasive shell not completely broken and done away with, but fractured, the cracks just wide enough to expose the deprived, trembling creature that dwelled within its protective walls.

“Are you listening? Why am I even asking? Of course you're not.” An edge, now, a note half-hearted anger. His eyes caught in the dull light, dark irises momentarily lined with silver, and you dropped your gaze to your neck, to less treacherous territory. “Again, you empty-minded whore. Before I lose by patience.”

You liked him even more, when he wasn't talking.

“That’s really no way to ask for a kiss, my love.” From your position, forced to straddle his waist, you were above him, allowed (possibly for the first time) to look down on Scaramouche, if only for his own convince. He liked to think of himself as something strong, something powerful, and more often than not, he was. Letting you tower above him was only a testament to that strength; it was only something he could do because he had so much power to give away. You were aware of that, and yet, it was nice to let your knuckles brush over the side of his neck, to card your fingers through his hair and watch him keen, leaning into your palm with only the slightest trace of reluctance. It was nice to pretend you had power, even if you knew you were only borrowing his. “I really don’t like it, when you talk to me like that. Do you want to try again?”

A scoff, accompanied by a dismissive frown. You leaned forward, and Scaramouche pulled back, his hands falling away from you and curling around the silken sheets. “You’re babbling nonsense. Should I assume you’ve taken one too many blows to the head?”

He’d never hit you, never been the type to resort to measures so blatantly violent. Scaramouche preferred bloodless punishments, methods that wouldn’t break what he’d rather preserve, what he knew he's want to cling to and clutch later on. Burns, sometimes, hot coals piled onto your cupped hands until the pain threatened to overwhelm you conscious mind, or isolation, whenever he deemed you ungrateful for his love and care, days upon days spent locked inside of your empty bedroom, your absentee captor serving as your only source of company. No broken bones or choking collars, nothing that might get out of hand, nothing he might get carried away with. He wouldn’t risk letting you escape from him so easily.

You cupped his chin, attempting to tilt his head back just a little further, but he batted you away a second later, already glowering. “Don’t treat me like a child. I don’t need you to coddled me."

“But, that’s what you want me to do, isn’t it?” Arms strung over his shoulders, instead, your chest nearly touching his. This time, he didn’t draw back. “I’m not asking for much. Just a few nice words. That’s all I want.” You found the nape of his neck, the small, purple mark just below it. You traced your thumb idly over the faded tattoo, and he stiffened, going rigid beneath you. “Can you do that for me?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve forgotten your place.” A stoic expression, a show of his oh-so-unshakable composure. As if he honestly thought you were so naïve. As if you couldn’t read him just as well as he could read you. “Keep talking like that and I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Brand me, again? Whip me, again? Lock me in my room and threaten to leave me there, again?” You couldn’t help yourself, letting out a dry, breathy laugh, curling into him, burying your face in the dip of his shoulder. He was cold to the touch, unpleasantly so, in a way that seemed to sap the warmth out of your body wherever it made contact with his. Another trait that made him all the more unbearable to be around, even if you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to mind it, anymore. “We’ve been doing this for months. I know all your tricks, and I know you’re getting tired. I know you don’t really want to have this fight. I know you don’t to want to put me away, right now.” You paused, letting your lips ghost over his skin. “Can’t you just be nice for me? Just for tonight? Please?”

He didn’t respond. You straightened your back, cupping his face, kissing the top of his head gingerly.

“Please, Scaramouche?”

Silence. You felt his hands on your thighs, his movements now trepidatious, unsure.

“Please, Kunikuzushi?”

His mouth opened, then closed again. He bowed his head, shutting those awful, awful eyes. You were thankful for it, in some quiet, sickening way, and when he began to speak, pride bloomed inside of your chest, far brighter and far more vibrant than any dull, panicked fear he’d ever managed to provoke. “I…” Slow, shaking, hesitant. More of a sound than anything else, meaningless to everyone and anyone but you. “I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“That’s not good enough, Kuni’.” Another kiss, this one to his forehead. “One more time, alright?”

“I can.” Then again, slightly louder. “I can.”

You didn’t chastise him, or praise him, or say anything at all.

You only kissed him, softly, as intimately and as lovingly as you could. He melted against you, wrapping his arms around your waist. There was no permission, no approval, no power to be bargained away or borrowed or returned, as soon as he decided he had to take it back. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It was something, even if it was still something small, something just beginning to take a form you recognized, a form that he didn't, a form that you could only hope he wouldn't. No tonight, at least. Not until he was something softer, something more eager to be adored than to be hated.

Not until it was too late for him to take a drop of that power back.

Yandere Creep! Scara who sets up cameras in your bedroom…

While checking the live footage one night, he finally gets to see you masturbating, so ofc like the gross perv he is, he excitingly takes this chance to jerk off….but something catches him off guard and has him pause his movement? Did you say something? He’ll need to replay that..

Did you just moan his name?

This took way longer then it should have, even though it’s short 💀

God knows how he snuck in to place them, or how small they’d have to be so you don’t notice,— probably climbed into your window when he knew you would be out for a decent amount of time, and hid very small cameras behind your shelves and ornaments— as well as making sure he got just the absolute perfect placement where he had access to view every single angle of you.

The first few nights that he has the live footage of your room pulled up on his computer are slow— you’re just doing ordinary stuff like studying at your desk for hours, or leaning up against your bed frame while you scroll through your phone. Repetitive activity that anyone would yawn at, but not him. Not Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who stares at your every movement through the screen with a small and content smile on his face. How he’d sit at his desk for hours, with the only time he’d look away being to rub the blur out of his eyes and to use the restroom.

You’re just so fucking adorable without even knowing it, he thinks. Every time you get up and walk out of the room to grab or do something, his eyes are carefully following your figure like a hawk— praying that you hurry up and come back into frame where he could see you, because he didn’t have enough cameras to put around your whole house. God, he just gets so excited watching you that he can’t help but let’s his hands wander down into his pants and start jerking off the boner you unknowingly had caused him.

How he’d grip his nails into the arm of his chair in desperation and thrust his hips up to counter the pace of his hand, throwing his head back and sobbing out your name in lots of pathetic, shallow whimpers when he squirts his load of cum all over his keyboard. His breath is inconsistent as he rides out his emotive orgasm, face flushed into a deep shade of vermillion with beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead to his neck. But not once. Not once do his eyes leave you as you sit quietly at your desk, with a towel wrapped snugly around your body and drops of water occasionally rolling down your glowing skin.

He bet you smelled like heaven its damn self, and he wanted nothing more then to be sitting beside you and stuffing his face into the crease of your neck to breath in your heavenly aroma— but sitting behind a screen and watching you from behind a camera was enough for him, for now. Scaramouche slightly adjusts in his chair and watches in anticipation as you stand up from your own seat and stalk over towards your bed, stopping right in front of the edge of it.

His slight curiosity quickly morphs into full faced shock when your hand reaches up to your towel to slowly untie it— and he physically feels his breath stop as the material almost elegantly falls from your body and dropping to the floor under your feet. He’s stunned, eyes blown wide and with each second that passes, he can feel how his heart rate quickly increases by the beat. “Oh… my fu— fucking god.” He staggers, his cock physically twitching in to the palm of his hand. You’re naked,

Jaw slacked, Scaramouche— who’s still in his state of shock, stares so intently as your ass allures him in almost teasingly when it sways side to side as you crawl into the middle of your bed, and lay back comfortably onto the mattress. Perfect, you looked absolutely perfect as your hands trailed down your skin and towards your— your… wait a minute, are you about to do what he think you’re about to do? He leans in so close where his head is almost touching his monitor, his hands planting on the desk surface to keep him from toppling over out of excitement— and trying so hard not to blink until you finally…

Finally bring your hand down to your thighs and spread them apart ever so slightly so your fingers can slip in between and access your pussy. He moans, a full fledged moan falls from his lips when you start teasing your cute little clit with your fingers. “Fuck, fuck, no fucking way—” is this real? Finally, what he’s been waiting for this entire time, for you to finally (and unknowingly) show him that filthy side you’ve been hiding away.

His hands are quick to reach back down to his cock, before he quickly starts to masturbate again— this time however, he has something to look at while he does so. His hand is moving at an almost inhumane speed up and down his shaft, and he knows that if you keep it up— toying with your cunt and laying so erotic looking on your bed— he won’t last for much longer.

God you sounded so fucking cute too. When you’d let out little whimpers as you slowly start to insert a finger inside your hole, Scaramouche is grunting out your name and pretending you’re making those sounds right next to his ear while he fucks into you. How you’d let out small whines and use your free hand to play with your nipples, his tongue flops out of his mouth and glides over his bottom lips to imagine he were the one doing it. The whole sight of you touching your self just has him so hot and heavy that he can’t help but grip onto his cock harder then normal and tug at it like it was going to run away.

Just as Scaramouche is about to cum, as he’s hunched so far forward and sobbing out your name in a broken tone— he hears a static sound from the audio of the camera, before your cute little voice enters his ears again. He has to pause, the rapid movement of his hand stops along the shaft of his cock as well. What was that? Was he hearing things, or did you really just—

“Mmhm— Scara!”

Oh, wow.

“Ah…” it takes a while to register, his brain racking for an answer before it finally clicks. You just… moaned his name… while you’re playing with your pretty cunt with those pretty little fingers, thinking about him. Only him, no one else. “Oh… my fucking fuck!”

Yeah… Scaramouche has never cum so hard in his life before.

Also rushed to see if he was screen recording or not. Imagine his anger if he wasn’t l m a o 💀

Genshin men when you go quiet in bed (minors dni)

Childe loathes when you go quiet. Eyes narrowing in a glare that makes you freeze, he intends to make you scream for him. his hips move faster against you, cruel and with no remorse. Once he finds the spot that makes you see stars, he whispers a small "there baby?" and chases after it mercilessly. He feels the lick of pleasure when you are clawing at his skin and screaming his name.

Nothing goes past zhongli's attentive eyes. He knows what to do to make you tremble with pleasure. You gulp when you notice a shift in his eyes. His eye lids lower as he runs his hands all over your trembling body. Hums in appreciation when you let out a cry finally. You bury your head against his bare chest as you sniffle helplessly to his relentless efforts to bring you to pleasure.

Ayato spanks your ass raw when you go quiet. Chuckles darkly against your ears as you clutch his arm helplessly. "Hurts baby?" He asks in mock concern as you whimper and nod your head. Makes you grind against his thighs as he runs a soothing hand against your asscheeks. He would absolutely hate it when you go quiet so you better be loud.

So you dared to go quiet around scaramouche. He would devour you and you have no choice but to tremble under him. He's bruising your skin in punishment and is very harsh with degradation. Would choke you and glare at you with so much fire in his eyes. Don't be surprised when you wake up with bite marks all over your skin. After all he prefers dolls that cry.

Kaeya seemed calm. Too calm at first. But you should know that the punishment for your silence would be harsh. You can't help but sob when he pulls away from you completely before you cum. You learnt that ruined orgasms aren't worth it. So you beg for his touch, his cock and anything shamelessly. He is amused that the simplest touch from him makes you shiver and cry.

okay so... would gorou's ears twitch whenever he cums in you? well of course, i'm not talking about a slight twitch here... you know. i'm talking about a pair of extremely twitch ears with a flushed red face, he's almost crying from how good your cunt feels! he just can't shut his mouth... sigh... you're not sure if he's doing it on purpose or he's as oblivious as that but he always and always tells you how you make him feel good. "fuck-- oh, fuck. relax a little, you're sucking me in-- i can't move like this." and it drives you crazy because it's so nasty and embarassing and all of that. between the breathless words, gorou kisses you-- when he's rutting and fucking you so hard his kisses are sloppy and messy, salive drips down from his chin to your naked breasts. most of the time, just to tease you, gorou would let his sharp teeth leave a mark behind on yor body. he loves to bury his head on your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all over to your burning skin before he goes crazy and bites and nibbles on your nipples... what a shameless boy he is! besides, he can't stop cumming when you touch his twitchy ears and tug on them. he likes it when your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching the behind of his ears before you give a harsh tug. he's crying! begging for you to do it again, his hips start to move carelessly and erratically, he's out of breath and just can't control himself. he cums so much that it hurts-- it hurts but he's addicted to this feeling because your velvety walls wrap his aching cock perfectly, and he just want to fill you up, wants to see you wear your panties back-- the idea of you walking around, literally acting as if nothing happened while you're pumped full of his cum makes gorou's cock rock-hard. he just loves to be your fucktoy <3 !!!!!! just use him, please, he'll do anything for you, he'll ruin you-- he'll let you ruin him. just say the word and he'll make sure to give it to you just as you want it.

in light of recent leaks… scaramouche with a mommy kink me thinks…

oh fucking god yes. i heard he lovessssss the word mommy but… *zips mouth shut* this wasn’t supposed to b softish like this but he deserves it!!!!!! minors don’t interact.

it’s odd to think scaramouche used to fight the urges to be gently ravished and taken care of. he didn’t need anyone, he swore on it. or so he thought. scaramouche needed the intimacy s’bad. he felt absolutely helpless when you opened your arms out to him, warm and welcoming. something he wasn’t so familiar with, like butter on a pan, he’s melting in your arms.

a classic, letting this touch starved harbinger nurse from you.

poor thing tries to take as much of your breast he could fit in his mouth, using his other hand to massage the other.

“careful scara.” you chide, but it doesn’t hold any bite. he squirms in your lap, sucking your nipple with urgency like he’s been missing it, missing you. indigo eyes roll into the back of his head at how soft you were in his mouth. scara had to press his thighs together in an attempt to hide his cock twitching to life.

and this is how it always goes. when he’s back from a month long mission of villainy. in your arms, in the palm of your hands being treated with care.

he finds that he can’t fight it, never. “mommy.”

and you’ll coo, threading your fingers through his hair. “that’s right darling. mommy’s got you. s’ok.”

scaramouche’s eyes waters.