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KINKTOBER DAY SIXTEEN

CUNNILINGUS + PUSSY SPANKING

who: genshin impact: kaedehara kazuha/f!reader

kinks: cunnilingus, pussy slapping/spanking, mean!kazuha agenda, orgasm denial, tongue fucking, wet&messy, mild dacryphilia

info: 682 words

summary: kazuha can be surprisingly mean when he wants to.

+ THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST.

Finding yourself laid out in bed with your boyfriend perched between your spread legs was nothing unusual. Kazuha was obsessed with eating you out, he told you all the time how it was always on his mind. He always craved to come home and drown in your perfect little pussy, he said.

Sometimes, however, he could be especially mean. When he was gone for a long time, pent up frustration from being away from you for so long manifested in the urge to absolutely ruin you.

Which is how you find yourself with your knees pinned against your chest, dripping little cunt vulnerable and on display as he slides his tongue between your folds. It rolls over your clit, trapping the little bud in his mouth. Your entire body twitches, heels kicking into his back where your feet are slung over his shoulders.

He glares at you through his bangs, hair messed up from where you’d been grabbing at it. When he pulls away for a breath, you whine at the sight of your slick connecting his face to you in sticky strands that break as he gets farther away.

“You’re so messy,” he snaps, puckering his lips before spitting loudly on your exposed cunt. You whine at the feeling before he brings his hand down to meanly slap your pussy. The sound is loud and wet, your slick and his spit making it sting even more.

“K-Kazu,” you whine, tearily gazing down at him.

He grins, “You’re so pretty when you cry…”

He slaps your cunt again, making your back twitch up at the feeling before he leans back down to capture your clit in his mouth. You squeal at the soothing pleasure after the burst of pain, his experienced tongue circling and flicking the bud as you sigh and moan at the feeling.

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⸸ I am Here — Part Two ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made an ALEPH-class abnormality into a flesh doggy. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Pairing: [Insert] x O-06-20 (Nothing There)

Warning: body horror, gore, violence

Word Count: 1 200+

Description: O-06-20 was only a simple creature. It craved affection, attention. These were things it unfortunately couldn't lose interest in even long after it stopped wearing its canine shell. Not even after its old master, its 'best friend'—its first ever companion—abandoned it.

Note: I decided to write this in a way that the first part isn't needed (though if you wish to read it, here it is). Inspired by the creature from the 'The Thing' and a certain anon's request for headcanons

Consider this the backstory behind O-06-20. Whereas, the first part was written from the perspective of the human, this one and henceforth will be read from the creature's.

Anyway, enjoy~

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The creature only wore the shell of a human.

As such, it didn't know how to act like one.

Humans were complicated creatures. The slightest crinkle in their face, and the movement of their body could create a variety of combinations that each meant its own emotion.

The fact that they could swing from one feeling to another like a pendulum only made it much more difficult for the creature to follow.

Not to say that it was incapable of feeling anything. But for something so primitive, it could only categorized emotions into three. Contentment, aggression, and fear.

Because like all animals with a will to survive, the creature, too, could feel those things.

But to think that there was a time when humans could also...'love' it. That seemed like such a long time ago.

It was a word the creature learned from a certain man, back when he used a thick-furred canine as a shell. Unbeknownst to its owner, that his animal companion was already dead, and an imposter had simply taken its place. If he knew, it doubted he would have welcomed its presence.

Every day, that man told the creature, 'I love you, Buddy', and gave him back scratches and belly rubs. Though it didn't understand what those sounds meant...those were undeniably better times compared to now.

Hidden beneath the earth, locked inside concrete and lead-lined rooms, fear and aggression were the only two emotions it saw humans ever express since it arrived.

The first person to visit the creature since it had been imprisoned was a coward. They kept staring at it with those wide eyes as if they were a prey looking out for ambush.

So, the creature treated them as such, tearing off their limbs to replace its decomposing ones.

The second one was just as weak-minded as the last. But despite their obvious fear, they dared to try and touch it, the creature's new addition to its shell.

Without a second thought, it crushed their skull before their hand could even touch it. However, it liked how blue their eyes were. It reminded the creature of a time when the human man used to bring it with him to go on walks together. When the skies weren't blocked by the smog...it was a beautiful blue.

So, the creature took their eyes and used it to replace his brown ones.

The third human never touched the creature. Instead, they were determined to focus all their attention on the funny looking holes in the ceiling that had clogged up from all the blood and gunk of his kills.

So far, the creature had only ever killed because they were too tempting not to. But this one...

Least to say, it didn't like being ignored.

That was when the creature realized what this feeling was, and instinctively, it knew just what to do.

The creature barked at the human the same way it used to at the man. He always gave the creature pets and treats when it did those, but...why was this human only running away from him?

Perhaps if it were to run over and lick them?

The creature considered it, but then, out of nowhere, the human pulled out something from their suit.

It was an odd shaped thing. Small, yet the human pointed it at the creature like it could somehow defend them from it. It wouldn't, of course. Not with something so pitifully weak and small. However, the creature recognized what that miniature weapon was.

And it brought a terrible memory to mind.

It remembered the liquid welling up in the man's eyes. The nonsensical sounds he spouted to himself like 'sorry', and, 'he's not your buddy anymore'. But most of all, it remembered the way his hands trembled as he held that...thing.

It remembered the loud bang after a press of his finger.

It remembered how deafeningly quiet everything sounded. Not even the sound of its shell collapsing onto the floor was heard.

It remembered looking down at the blood trailing down its chest and feeling...nothing. Absolutely nothing.

At the memory of that day, the feeling gnawing within its chest earlier vanished. Now, it was replaced by that sensation of that bullet wound. Hollowness.

So the creature degloved them and made their supple skin its new shell.

The humans after were a nuisance. All of them. So, it killed, slaughtered, butchered their carcasses. It made mangled messes out of all of them, leaving nothing but their arms, legs, kneecaps, intestines, eyes, or whichever body part caught its fancy.

Yet at the same time, it craved something. Something that wasn't physical to replace its perpetually decomposing shell. It knew what this craving was, yet the very thought of it sickened the creature.

It was an emotion, a desire, a need that it never had until it wore that canine as a shell. A fatal mistake, really, since now, it could only be suffering from an absurd affliction.

The thing that humans called 'loneliness'.

The creature knew what it was. Like how a cat knows it is a carnivore and how a bird knows it can fly, it knew loneliness shouldn't be something it could feel.

It was as if that part of the canine's shell latched onto its core and refused to leave. Like a parasite, the shell was altering its host's needs to fit its own.

How inconveniencing. To look for companionship from the very creatures it saw as spare parts for its body. Next, the creature would discover every herbivore in the world suddenly began eating meat.

Still, it looked for it. Whatever it was that could take away this affliction.

Everyday, he tested its visitors. If they failed...well, they either die or survive to see another day. It all ultimately depended on how much they irritated the creature. The likelihood of finding this cure was almost impossible. After all, not even the creature itself knew what it was looking for.

But on the day it met them, the moment it saw them smile and heard them speak in such a gentle tone...it knew it finally found it.

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The human had one knee on the floor.

"Hey there...boy?"

Again, it didn't know what the human was saying, but judging by the way they were looking at it, they must be talking to it.

To say the least, hey were...unusual.

Everyone else before them had flinched, winced, or scrunched their nose upon seeing the creature's appearance. This one...this one looked at them as if they saw no wrong.

Or perhaps they were only trying their hardest not to look like it.

Still, the creature had to give them credit for it. Besides, this one hadn't done anything to hurt it...yet. The human even tried communicating.

So, the creature wagged its tail, exactly the same way it used to when it wanted to make the man smile. And without warning, it ran over to them.

It felt curious. Would the human run? Scream? Freeze completely? If they were to take them by surprise, perhaps they would finally drop the façade of bravery and act like the weak prey that they were.

Maybe they would even pull out that thing.

Except...none of those happened.

Much to its confusion, the human raised their arms, not to defend themselves but to embrace the creature?

So, the creature licked them—because it didn't really know what else it should do in that situation. Licking had always worked on humans before, so why shouldn't it now?

And as it hoped, the human began petting them.

The same way that man used to.

This was nothing like what they expected at the beginning, but...it wasn't unwelcome either.

Under their touch, it felt its many blue eyes flutter shut, feeling soothed by their presence. It wasn't that they could feel the graze of their fingers, nor their warmth. The shell had already lost all senses and functions the moment the creature killed its host.

It just felt...comforting.

Comforting, because it now knew that there was someone else other than the man to do things like this.

Comforting, because even though they knew it was merely an imposter, they treated it as if it were still a real creature. Like it was there.

When was the last time the creature felt like that?

It had been too long.

Far.

Too.

Long.

~~~~~~ End of Part Two ~~~~~~

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Me, seeing the notes of Part One, while still haven't yet started the first draft on Part Two:

Haha, anyway, thank you for having read this far. I hope you are still staying in tune for the next and possibly last part of I am Here.

albedo , xiao , heizou x afab! reader

summary : telling your beloved about your cnc kink .

warning : cnc (consensual non-consent kink), dom-sub dynamics, dom! albedo, dom! xiao, dom! heizou, sub! reader, fem anatomy reader, sexual content, mention of unprotected sex, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, dumbification, manhandling etc

reblogs are very appreciated!

albedo ( kreideprinz )

is amused, to say the least.

humans in general are amusing to him, you of course far more than others

his not-so-subtle wish to use your body as he pleases turns out to be very close within his reach (restricted by your safeword of course)

shamelessly pulls out his notebook, making brief data on your tastes

" forceful domination, almost bordering nonconsensual intercourse, i see. i have never even considered this to be a fantasy before. "

when he notices your slight change in expression, he immediately assures you

" of course i don't mind. i'm willing to try anything you desire in bed. with your permission, of course ."

the discussion in general went as smoothly as it could, you even agreed on a physical form of safeword to let him know in case you weren't able to speak. (to tap on his thigh/shoulder depending on the position 3 times.)

the problem was what lied afterwards.

almost a month passed after your 'conversation' but nothing has happened yet, to your surprise

you weren't expecting your well-mannered boyfriend to jump on you immediately, but you thought he would've tried something by now

you had almost forgotten completely about this subject, which was exactly what albedo was aiming for

what you certainly did not expect was for him to slam you against his table in the middle of the day in his lab in dragonspine- a full month after your little 'confession'.

"stay still. you'll mess up my calculation." easier said than done.

your mouth hung open, hands barely managing to hold onto the smooth wooden table underneath you. with each hard drill of his hips, your back rubbed harshly against the cold surface. the entirety of this position was mildly uncomfortable with how your legs were forced wide open over albedo's shoulders, not to mention how eerily cold his hands felt gripping your hips. you never knew he could be this... forceful.

"n-no stop-" as soon as you started struggling and pushing weakly against his chest, albedo shoved two fingers into your mouth to silence you immediately. you gagged and drooled hopelessly, pussy clenching incredibly tight around his cock to his pleasure. amidst your tear-blurred vision, you could see how his normally warm teal eyes glowed in unfamiliar, cold indifference. like you were nothing but a... toy for him to use. he was never like this to you- fuck but the way his length forced its way in your hole was clouding your mind too much for you to burn this all into your memory.

" such expression only tempts me more, love. see how you're dripping onto me? you want this as much as i do." he placed a tender kiss under your ear in contrast to his brutal actions. another deep thrust was forced into your poor cunt, but this time he deliberately aimed for your weak spot he knew all too well. you shuddered in pleasure but weakly shook your head. no, you did not want this. you did not, you did not...-

"no ?" he faked confusion over his pretty features until returning to his cold calculating expression.

" too bad you have no say in this." albedo emphasized his words with a sharp retraction and snap so deep in your cunt. he had your hand resting on his shoulder in case you needed to express your boundaries, yet you didn't.

a smirk grew on his thin lips- of course you didn't. after all, you were his adorable little doll to use as he pleased right? a sense of pride overflows albedo's chest, that you entrusted your everything to him like this.

his pretty, pretty little sweetheart.

xiao ( alatus )

mildly extremely horrified

can't say he's a fan, really (at first)

"...pardon?"

no many how long you spend verbalizing your desires, he would struggle to understand

xiao is pretty emotionless in facial expressions but his reaction to your cnc kink was... remarkable, to say the least

would like to hear and comprehend more before doing anything

it would take a long, long time for him to even consider actually giving into your not-so-subtle invitation now and then

at the end of the day, he really wants to satisfy and pleasure you, that's exactly how and why he caves in

in the middle of you teasing him about his carefulness and your desire for him to do the exact opposite, he glances in your direction

you did notice his familiar glare targeted at you, silently warning you to stop

but did you? not exactly, you were curious to see where this led you

well, you got your answer soon enough when xiao pushed you against the bed with incredible force despite him controlling his strength with all his might

you winced at his sheer strength when he slammed your hands above your head and held them down on the bed with one hand, grip tightening to keep you in place

noticing your slight recoil in response to his actions, he scoffed.

"that was me being as nice as i could. you can't even take this but claim that you want me to force you to my desires."

you opened your mouth to protest, but halted when you noticed xiao's gaze darken.

his amber eyes stared down at you in carnal desire, frustration and want. xiao's gaze made you feel so small, like you were his prey.

"safeword."

he had to make sure you remembered it when you'd need it

giving you one last chance to back off

he was an illuminated beast. he expressed multiple times that you had no idea what he was capable of.

when you smirked and stated your safeword with confidence, he sighed in defeat.

" quit struggling. you'll only hurt yourself more." xiao's monotonous voice echoed in your ear. how could he say that so indifferently when you were having an incredibly hard time even comprehending what he was saying?

your body twitched uncontrollably from the heavy sensations of overstimulation. his grip on your hips was bruising, the repeated sounds of the bed creaking and headboard slamming against the wall deafening to say the least. xiao's gaze switched between your sloppy cunt swallowing his dick greedily each time he moved and how your face twisted so prettily under him in unwelcome pleasure. he growled like an animal in heat, his own mind fuzzy just as yours are from how sinfully glorious you felt around him. to think out of everything, this was what worked best at the worst of his days.

xiao grimaced a bit at the sudden weight of his karmic debt washing over his sanity. in irritation and lust, he drilled into you even harder to push away the feelings. you gasped out from how brutal his thrusts became, nails digging into his back with no regard to leaving marks. fuck, he wanted to keep you so bad, have you warm his cock for all eternity in this fragile world he works damn hard to protect. was this the celestia blessing him for all he's done? if so, he'd go through all the hell he endured as many times as needed just to have you, wreck you like this again and again.

" xiao no stop- too much!! hurts-" you pushed yourself to the limit just to say these words without stuttering only to have him scoff and lowly... laugh at your foolish request. it was almost as if he heard an amusing jest. nothing that left your mouth other than your pretty moans and safeword mattered to him at this point.

"silence." he commanded, you subtly shivering at his unfair order.

his sharp fangs left bite marks, hickeys, visible engravings as proof of his claim over you. you trembled like a leaf in ecstasy. greedily burning your image into his memory, xiao continued his assault over your poor body. in truth, the vigilant yaksha was much, much more possessive than he lets on. seeing you like this under him, almost unresponsive due to his corruption, may ironically be what works best to tame the darkness in him.

but the thoughts can wait. xiao bit your shoulder harshly, relishing in your broken moans, your body slowly melting, falling into shape to accompany him. that's right, entrust yourself to him more. alatus will absolutely destroy you,

all while musing in his head how fucking grateful he was to have you.

shikanoin heizou

not exactly what he expected when you sat down with him to have a 'talk', but let's just say he's good with surprises

after a few seconds of much-needed explanation, expect his eyes to be gleaming with curiosity

not opposed to trying it as soon as possible at all

"that's interesting! power dynamics, i see."

"so you don't mind if i like, hurt you intentionally? or even unintentionally? i mean i'd be careful of course-"

sounds a little bit too excited but he means well

can't really blame him, heizou is super attracted to you in every way possible and this was you entrusting your desires with him, of course he'd be over the moon!

of course he'd please you as much as he can, he is your lover after all. he quite literally exists for that doesn't he?

and if it's him forcing your mind body and soul to accompany him, he'd gladly take the role

at the end of the day he might even favor cnc kink more than you do

you were so, so beautiful. there was nothing in this world to compare to your beauty in heizou's eyes while he beamed fondly at your oh-so cute reactions to his fat cock bullying your cunt repeatedly. the entire evening the same sweet smile never left his face. guess that's how happy he was to have you, his beloved darling to force, use and break as he pleased, hm?

voice barely even audible anymore from how long he'd been worshipping your body in his own twisted way (which was rutting into your hole as he pleased for the past few hours despite your protests and tears), your body felt ruined, used and almost broken. alas, your current state was the most beautiful he had ever seen you before. after all, he was the cause here wasn't he? shikanoin heizou, not anyone else.

in harmony to his endearing thoughts, he drank in the adorable sight of your tear-stained face, unfocused eyes and drool dripping down your cheek. his fondness of the current situation was so, so evident in every way possible. normally, heizou's affection and overwhelming love was welcomed but his overbearing fondness you felt right now was foreign, almost suffocating in the best way possible. but it didn't change how overwhelming his actions were, did it?

"heizou- ah! no- no stop m' gonna go mad, please-" you didn't even know what you expected, but your tears dropped even faster when he playfully giggled and tilted his head in fake confusion. he blatantly ignored your frail arms desperately trying to push him away, even going as far to laugh in your face loudly, way happier than you expected him to.

"maybe you've forgotten your place, baby! you're mine to use, fuck, and breed. you belong to me, my beloved darling." heizou's cloyingly sweet voice sounded hypnotizing despite the fact that it took your entire effort to even comprehend what he was saying to you. when you closed your eyes in exhaust, heizou smirked and took it as a challenge to force them open with the force he used in his thrusts. angling his hips just the way you liked it, a fond giggle left his mouth when you opened your eyes wide, pupils blown and gaze unfocused from the mind-blowing overbearing pleasure after your nth orgasm hit you against your will. you hopelessly cried and thrashed to no avail, heizou's weight forcing you back in position just so he could continue using, abusing your pretty body to get off again and again.

just when you felt like you were about to pass out, heizou called your name.

"it's fine baby, look!" grabs your limp hands and places them over his rapidly beating heart in his chest, all while repeatedly snapping his hips fast and hard against yours.

"feel that? feel how fast my heart is beating? it's beating to show you that i'm all yours too! i belong to you as much you do to me ♡"

Do you write for Kazuha and Diluc yet? I read your blanket hog thing and I'm wondering what they'd be like, please? ;w;

I do write for them, yes! I was planning on doing a part two of that as well since so many people liked it. I’ll definitely add them in this one!

Genshin Men With Blanket Hog Reader Part 2

Warnings: Use of pet names, a little suggestive at Kazuha’s part but nothing explicit

Diluc

This man is rarely ever sleeping in bed at night

He’s either working late nights at Angel’s Share, or fulfilling his duties at the Dark Knight Hero

So when he has came home early in the morning to see you still sleeping, blankets wrapped around you, he had a good idea that he would be better off bringing his own blankets.

On nights where he does lay beside you to go to sleep, you two always cuddle up underneath the covers.

And Diluc always wakes up in the middle of the night because of the cold air

To which he just sighs, reaches down to get the spare blankets, and drapes them over himself before going back to sleep

He’s a man that adapts to situations, and this is no different

Sometimes when he wakes up, he just stares in wonder and confusion at how you even managed to get the blankets wrapped around you so tight

He’s almost convinced that you do it on purpose sometimes just to annoy him

He secretly finds it adorable though. He’s a stoic man with a soft heart.

He goes right back to cuddling you too with a sigh of annoyance once he’s situated with his own blankets

Kaeya

This man smirks and tries not to laugh

He has photos on his Kamera of you hogging the blankets in the most inhumane positions ever

He uses those photos to tease you

“Oh, Jean, look at this one with my dearest in the blankets practically covered in drool-“

“Kaeya I will kill you.”

He’s even hung the photos around the house and cackled as you lectured him about it with an embarrassed blush on your face

Much like Childe, although more gentle, he will snatch the blankets away from you to give himself some warmth

Which causes you to snatch them back

You both just go back and forth till he pins you down by hugging you

With your protests being ignored, he wraps the blankets around the both of you and goes to sleep

I’m pretty sure you do it almost nightly just to have him hug you to sleep

Which I mean, I’m not judging, I’d do the same

Although there have been nights where he has gotten slightly annoyed that you took the blankets away from him for the fifth time within the past hour

During those times, he’s tempted to keep the blankets in place with ice

He actually did that one time, which you had to explain to him that that’s counterproductive cause now it’s extra cold in the room

He just shrugged, “At least now you get to feel what I feel dearest, now, come here and let me cuddle you for warmth. Maybe then you’ll leave the blankets alone, hm?”

Kazuha

Ever the gentleman, he’ll let you have the blankets

He doesn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, you look so peaceful

He instead settles on cuddling close to you for warmth

On a particularly cold night at sea, he woke up shivering

He tried to slowly wedge the blanket out from under you, but ultimately ended up waking you up

He smiled at you before apologizing, “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you, please go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up once more,”

You felt so bad, especially with how you saw him shivering like a leaf in a harsh storm

Since that night, you made it an effort to tuck him into bed first to ensure the blankets stayed on him

Beidou teases you both for it ever since she accidentally walked in on you tucking him in one night

During a conversation when Beidou was teasing you guys about it, he just smiled at her before stating, “I’m just grateful that that’s all you walked in on us doing.”

Cue a spit take from Beidou and her cackling like a madman

You had to walk away from the shear amount of ignominy you felt coursing through your system

Kazuha just gave a soft grin as he watched you walk away

Yae Miko

Early into the relationship, she would have gently woken you up and asked for the blankets back

Then she would cuddle in close to keep you from moving around so much

If you kept taking the blankets, then she would zap you till you gave them up

Not in a harmful way, but just enough to make it tickle

She’ll have you in tears from laughing until you’ve learned your lesson

She also just loves your laugh but don’t tell anyone that

Later into the relationship, once she knows she can truly trust you, she’ll sleep on the bed with you in her fox form

At that point, you can hog all of the blankets if you’d like to. Her fox form keeps her warm enough

She’ll snuggle up to you in her sleep, her tail and ears flickering every now and then

Then in the morning, since she wakes up before you, she’ll turn back and pepper your face in kisses before leaving to go do shrine duties

10/10 best person to hog the blankets from

"first meeting"

setting after 3.3 interlude quest

Yandere XiaoVen x Reader

About: General headcanons for when they work together to secure - and share - your love.

Warnings: General yandere traits such as obsession and manipulation, along with the idea of trapping you by binding you with them. Crosses into suggestive content a little, but nothing explicitly NSFW.

Pair: Xiao & Venti

Future post: may do a Zhongli & Childe or Kazuha & Heizou version later on, if there is interest.

Only 18+ readers, just as a safety precaution - my Genshin works may cross into suggestive territory, but TWST will remain SFW due to the setting of students and minors.

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scaramouche + "bite me please."

LMAO, anyway, love your writing!

note: yandere, forced marriage, sassiness, mild sexy times

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The sound Scaramouche makes is akin to a splutter.

"What did I do," he mutters, fingers trailing over your partially bared skin, "to deserve such an unbecoming, lewd--"

"Aren't you the one currently in between my thighs, husband?"

At this, he shuts up entirely. You can practically hear the indignant expression on his face. Beautiful.

You sigh, amused, pleased at his reaction, and splay your arms out over the silken sheets underneath you. Oh, how you relish the swishing sound they made. You imagine that you were supposed to revel in the luxury afforded to you, being the wife of a Harbringer and blah, blah, blah.

But what you reveled in wasn't the thread count or the cost or the envy of the servants who made the beds, but the funny, satisfying sound the silk sheets made when you wiggled around on them.

"Obstinate," he mutters, breath puffing out against your skin. "In every way."

"You could always petition the Tsaritsa for a divorce, if you're so bothered by me." You make the grin plain in your voice, since your husband is oh-so-lovingly occupied with the opposite side of your body.

You think you've won, but then, a sudden harsh, gripping pain in your thigh forces a squeal from between your lips and you bolt upright in the bed.

Skin flushed, you look down at the red teeth marks square in the middle of your inner thigh.

He bit you!

Scaramouche smiles thinly up at you.

"I only did what you asked, dear spouse."

You huff, and prepare to gather your robe up and storm off--a good tantrum might set him straight--but he pushes you back down on the bed and looms over you before you can blink.

Oh. Oh dear. You know the look in his eyes, you know this force in his grip. Not true anger, but a rush of flushed huffiness that always makes him want to control you. Steer you somewhere, whether you like it or not.

"Where else should I bite, hm?" He asks, eyeing your skin. Your lips, your neck, your chest, and everywhere else.

Your fingers twist against the silk sheets. Swish, swish, swish.

"Anywhere you please," you say, voice twisting into mockery of a subservient, cooing spouse. You still can't decide if that's what he truly wanted out of you--why else force you into this?--or not.

There's a flush to his cheeks, a prickling heat that seems to radiate off him, and it makes you grin.

"Just know, husband, I'll bite you back for each one. Twice."

― YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU. pt one | two | three | four

⇢ scaramouche, thoma, arataki itto, gorou / gn! reader

introducing! this academy has plenty of cultures mashing together, and what would it be without inazuma? hailing from the land of eternity, three eccentric characters join their fellow inazuman kazuha as well as your mentally unstable harem to fight for your heart. some of them… don’t exactly mesh well, but their goal for your heart to be theirs eternally are the same!

warning! yandere, obsessive & possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, delusional behavior, scaramouche is here do i really need to explain it to u, mentions of violence, brief mention of collaring 

author’s note! i refuse to make scara anything else but the dirty lil grime boy that he is. he goes absolutely fucking feral, that man. killed off my teppei. lil shit im gonna punt u so hard once u become playable. Make sure u die next to signora and childe you fuckin shit. /holds up this 4’11 sonovabitch/ /immediately chucks him into the pacific/ mihoyo if his voicelines aren’t him cussing out traveler and bitching about every little thing im suing for false advertisement

— SADISTIC TYPE. scaramouche | 散兵

[ “hmph, lowly little thing. and what do you think you’re staring at?” ]

⇢ scara (derogatory). no redeeming qualities. pure fucking evil. he’s been a constant thorn in your side ever since you entered the academy and has been that way since forever. what sort of prestigious academy allows a no-name rat like you to enter, hm? it takes all of your willpower to not throw a punch at his face.

⇢ he’s not arrogant for nothing. although the two of you are in the same year, he’s completely in another level of his own. he can throw down the strongest of people in your school, is the top student in your level, plays multiple traditional instruments, and has abilities super-fucking-incomprehensible that you stop to think if he really is human. if only he’d keep his mouth shut, then his graded behavior wouldn’t drag him down.

⇢ when you’re seatmates… god, it’s just pure torture. scaramouche doesn’t need to listen to whatever these plebeian teachers have to offer, but he needs the attendance or else his big sisters ei and makoto will berate him at home and he’s too tired to put up with their shit. he likes poking you with the sharp end of his compass, or if long enough, will tug on your hair to annoy you. actually fuck that, he will pull on your hair no matter what the length.

⇢ if you talk back, archons, you’re in for a time. there is nothing he hates more than being embarrassed. he’s already had enough of being compared to with his third-year sisters who are oh so divine and elegant and charming and fucking bullshit. makoto he can slightly put up with, but ei? oh how he’d love to see her destroyed. everything he’s worked so hard for was natural talent for ei, and every time he had caught up to her she ascended levels he thought was unreachable. but destroying her was too big of a plan, so you’re here, under his hands, as his little stress ball.

⇢ how delightful :) he just barges into your home unannounced, playing the part of an agreeable young man and wearing a pleasant smile on his lips for your family. he watches in quiet amusement as you squirm uncomfortably on the sofa while they fawn over your supposed ‘boyfriend’ and how you shouldn’t let such a handsome man go. once the two of you are alone in your bedroom, the smug smirk on his face is hard to miss.

⇢ “you hear that?” he croons, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss against your knuckles, as if mocking you with his gentlemanly play. “they say i’m your boyfriend.” the way he manhandles you next, how he makes you crawl and tug you by your collar, is so far from the act he was playing, but he still smiled at you innocently as he ground the heel of your shoe into your stomach.

⇢ what a cute little toy you are, really.

[ “now, now, no need to be so frustrated. you should be charmed to be mistaken as my lover.” ]

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scaramouche + "won't you kiss me already? please, my lord?"

note: yandere, cheekiness, the audacity of it all

"No, no,” he says, voice thin and impatient. “Not like that.” He huffs, and you suddenly remember an old schoolteacher you had, who used to rap student’s palms with a stick when they were displeased. At least lord Scaramouche has no such stick. “You’re saying them like some schoolchild forced to read lines.” 

You, kneeling on a cushion, twist the fabric of your robes in your hand. Not out of anxiety, because you are far past feeling it today, but out of boredom. He’s been at this for far too long. 

“I don’t know how you would like me to say it, my lord.” 

His eyes roll until you’re sure they’ll stick in the back of his head. You’re about to tell him so, when he continues. 

“Are you daft? Say it like you’re in love.” He pauses. “No, more than that. You need to sound enamored. Obsessed.” 

You sigh, dryly, and let the long folds of your sleeves drop in boredom. 

“And why must I do this again?” 

It’s only to Scaramouche that you would ever dare speak so boldly, so casually, lacking the reverence expected of a handmaiden in your station. 

He snorts through his nose. 

“Isn’t it obvious? To show those other imbeciles that I have you. That I’m the one you chose.” He smirks a little, taunting. “Or do you pretend not to notice how they looked at you, before?”

You don’t point out that he chose for you, having petitioned the Tsaritsa to have you transferred to his service. A handmaiden, a servant, a lover--whatever you were to him, exactly. You weren’t sure if it was difficult to tell, or if Scaramouche himself didn’t exactly know. 

Instead, you rise--without being prompted, cheeky thing--and take his unsuspecting hands in yours. His fingers twitch, just enough for you to notice. 

“If you want someone to sound in love, enamored, and obsessed, my lord,” you say, letting a flicker of a smile grace your expression. “Perhaps you should do the talking.”