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anime-alyssa · 3 years

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#who gave you that love bite?

—where you pranked him about having a hickey on your neck, but it’s just a perfectly-done make-up that ying’er or lisa possibly taught you

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. mostly fluff, very very slight angst. mild suggestive (special mention to kaeya and gorou) but nothing too much. established relationship.

WARNINGS. jealousy and possessiveness. language for scaramouche’s. also, just a side note that i am not a prankster irl and i do not recommend doing pranks on your s/o 24/7 (unless you do these to each other just for fun lmao) pls this is purely just for entertainment and to indulge on our 2d men<3

ALBEDO has sharp eyes and is naturally very observant. The moment he sees it, he has a feeling that something about it looks oddly familiar. “Is that… a love bite?” he could barely even call it by its other name mostly because he knew in himself that he didn’t give that to you. He wasn’t even at home last night. So it was best to question if it was really a love bite like he thinks it is. If you lie that it was a bruise, he’d question you even more about how it happened and there may even be a chance that he’ll believe you. He always believes you and he might not even believe in himself even if he was sure it’s a love bite… so in conclusion, don’t lie to him and tell him it’s a prank instead.

CHILDE was a mixture of mad and anxious, it’s obvious in his eyes. Actually, his whole expression would show that he’s annoyed but his eyes definitely showed confusion and hurt. “Is this a hickey?” his mood would instantly drop the moment he sees it—of course he knows what it was, he wanted to see if you’d lie. If you would, he’d say, “It’s obviously one, who gave this to you? I did not give this to you.” He trusts you enough not to think the worst but… “Don’t lie to me, Y/n, tell the truth,” he’d add, thinking that maybe it was all a joke. Honestly, this is the perfect time to say that it is and he’d heave out a sigh of relief and immediately wrap his arms around you. “Please don’t do that again, you’re hurting my heart, love.”

DILUC is a very sensible and calm man, at first, he might even think that it’s a bruise, asking you if you were alright, but upon further inspection, you could see him obviously recoil from it. “Why do you have a hickey, Y/n?” his voice would drop and if you take a peek on his vision, it would flicker despite him attempting to keep his cool. “Who gave that to you?” he adds, and it should be the indication of the end of the prank because he was getting angrier by the second. A heavy and relieved sigh escapes his lips as his entire body eases up, He ushers you close to him and he embraces you, burying his nose by your hair or neck, “Don’t do that again, okay?” he’d plead and you honestly think it is one of the often times he would show his emotions out in the open.

I firmly believe that GOROU has a natural instinct of being slightly more possessive than what he seems to be. He couldn’t actually control it. “What’s this?” The moment he sees the mark on your neck, he’ll make you halt in your tracks and he’d instantly inspect it, his eyes squinting at the mark as he holds onto your arm, might even be growling lowly at some point and he’s not afraid to touch the mark to see if it was real and when he proves that it’s not, he heaves out a relieved sigh. But then, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from making a similar mark not too far away from it, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses on your neck before claiming his prize on a spot, sucking on your skin almost possessively. He leans away and his eyes gazes upon his work of art and you could see the hazed look in his eye before he turns to you and his facade instantly changes, smiling brightly at you like nothing happened.

KAEYA, the knowledgeable and flirt that he is, would lean down and kisses on the opposite side of where the mark is and leaves his own, sucking your skin gently and almost intentionally longer than he would. When he leans away does he licks his glove-covered thumb and use it to gently wipe the makeup away. “There. Now that’s what you call a hickey,” he’d smirk while winking and walk away, muscles easing up as he was immensely grateful that what his instincts told him was true.

KAZUHA would know how to catch you in your lie. Of course, there is that part in his mind that thinks the worst, but he wouldn’t accuse you of something that easily. “Where did you go before here, dove?” he’d ask questions like that and if he kisses you on the neck later on and see that you weren’t recoiling back, especially when he pokes at the mark, he’d know it was fake. He’d chuckle and press a peck on your temple and say, “Ying’er must have put something in your mind again, hm? You should have come to me if you’d like one.”

SCARAMOUCHE is angry as hell. “What the fuck is that?” he sneers, holding onto your skin at the edge of your jaw as he inspects the ‘thing’ as he calls it in his mind. “Where and who, answer me, Y/n before I lose my patience,” he glares at you, as sharp as any sword if it has to. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, a high-rank, even. Anyone who wrongs him shall be punished. Don’t try to attempt this on him if he hasn't trusted you that much because you will definitely lose that even if it’s a prank. “Tsk, don’t fool me again with that same trick,” because he definitely almost panicked that you were seeing another person. Almost. 100% will leave love bites on you that same night.

THOMA, on the other hand, was internally panicking. He almost didn’t want to ask you, and it took a lot from him to do so. “Babe… is that a love bite?” he squeaks, unable to look at the mark. The moment you would make eye contact with him, you wouldn’t even have the heart to lie because he looked absolutely hurt. Notably, he has a hand on your back as he holds onto the thin thread of hope that it was not true and that you still love him no matter what. Actually, he might also be ready to forgive you if it was… He just wants you to be honest. When you tell him the truth, he instantly wraps his arms around you and tells you, “Let’s stay like this for awhile. I thought... “ he’d sigh, “You almost had me there. I was so scared, you know?” and he definitely was.

VENTI would see it in almost an instant and freaks out. “Is that what I think it is?! Tell me it isn’t! Windblume, I did not give that to you!” he’d whine, even if it’s in the public setting, so it would probably be best if you do this away from people, maybe even in Windrise or somewhere that’s not in town because he’s definitely going to be loud. He might even cling onto you until you answer his questions. Knowing him he probably propped himself on your back and made you piggy-back him as he tried to give you the same mark. You two ended up falling on the grass because of that.

You really thought XIAO had been fooled. “Where did you get that?” he glares at the mark as he would to any other enemy then he turns to you to demand once more, “Who hurt you?” For the love of the Archons, poor boy thought that it was a bruise of some sort. If you tell him that it’s a love bite, he’d be even more confused. It honestly would take a lot more time because he really doesn’t have any idea about this… so your prank would soon be revealed because the hype died down along the way. However, he might be slightly more clingy than before, even glancing onto your neck for the rest of the day. Mission failed, but it’s worth it nonetheless.

ZHONGLI trusts you, with all of his heart, and it is to the point that he’d think it was done by your friend or that it’s a bruise. He’d ask you about it though. “What is this, love?” he’d trace the skin around the mark, inspecting it with his piercing eyes. You can almost feel him eyeing on it with his gaze. If you answer truthfully that it is a love bite, he’d momentarily freeze and he’d clear his throat, shifting on his seat. “Did I… give that to you?” he’d question even if he was sure that he didn’t. Maybe he just forgot? Surely he must have. Someone like him being not entirely sure? It would hurt to even see him like this so it’s a failed attempt on your side. When you reveal the truth, he’d just nuzzle his head by your neck and press a kiss on the back of your neck, “Please don’t scare me like this again, love, I don’t think I can handle it. I think I love you so much to let you go like that.”

NOTES. I wasn’t able to post last week because i was banned but here i am again coming back with a bang<3 hope you liked this everyone i did my best !! tbh i legit finished this post just exactly as i was supposed to post it lmao hahaha

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anime-alyssa · 3 years

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☰⠀FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀scaramouche x fem! reader x tartaglia

⁺៹⠀DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀NSFW ະ non-con (coercion) ະ mentions of blood ະ dacryphilia ະ threesome ະ oral (m) ະ double penetration ະ choking ະ sadism/masochism ະ electrostimulation ະ degradation ະ corruption kink ະ mind break ະ stockholm syndrome (?) ະ this is fucking long ,,, 5990 words :')

ꕤ⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀this is inspired by @hoodhookage's thirst asks on scara's part because that was literally the hottest thing i've read so far about our brat of a fatui. also, i hope you like this~

the fatuis, ah, they are the people who you often kept a lookout for. their overwhelming prowess that seeps through their presence was enough to have your soul shivering within your body. their hands, clad in gloves can't even hide the blood that it had accumulated throughout the years, an unfathomable number of people who had lost their lives just because they got involved with either of their heinous crimes against a fatui or they are unlucky that they've been targeted all along.

the secrets those cold eyes held were enough to have you mesmerized from how deep it can go, from how many those keep within its abysmal hues, from how many those have seen. beautiful but dangerous, alluring but deadly—you can't grasp how much the fatuis are influential and known as a formidable force in teyvat.

just the image of them in your mind had you sighing in distress, fueling more of your anxieties as you trudge through the forest to go to the river. with your spare clothes in hand, a towel to dry yourself from the cool water, the excitement felt for the bath you longed for had now turned sour and left a foul taste in your mouth.

because those were mainly the reason why you hid away deep in the forest, keeping yourself safe and far from their reach, your judgment and decisions anchored on whatever actions they may do once they have you in their hands. all because of the name you carry.

your fool of a father who chose to anger one man in particular who you can't recall besides his orange locks and dashing blue eyes. and, to add more burden in your already miserable life, who would've thought that even in the very last moment of your father had also swelled hatred to another man who was bestowed with such beauty but with an attitude and vileness could stand alone with the gods themselves.

you shake your head once more, breathing heavily as you settle most of your apparel on the tree stump you often rest on as you read a book. the little sanctuary you have made to yourself, a little safe place to keep you away from harm, it never failed to protect you.

but as the season change, the place you opted for safety would turn into memories as it had changed you.

your e/c eyes prance around the area, feeling the tranquility so it can somehow make you forget of your worries. with each step you make with your bare feet near the water, as your hand slowly pulls down the simple white robe you have sewn months before—your mind had lulled into bliss, your skin cools down with the fresh breeze swaying along with the trees. your eyelids had closed, a dreamy sigh runs out your lips and there fell the robe you were wearing.

stark naked, comfortable in your own skin, nothing had you anxious when you melt in the sensation of the water running right up your ankles, slowly entering the gentle blanket of the river secluded from the eyes of many.

a safe place, that's what you always thought.

you sat down on this one familiar spot, where the rocks are smooth, cold against your body. you sighed in satisfaction, relaxing in the free-flowing water as if it washes away all the stress building up in you.

but nothing would ever stay the same.

there, from afar, stood two men who can't seem to control the words spit to one another. they have hatred swirling in their eyes but the moment they heard you humming a gentle tune—so innocent, so pure, it was something they want to have the leisure in bringing it towards its melancholic end. your smooth skin they pray to cover with all their bites and bruises, to destroy the softness in your eyes as theirs showed a dangerous glint on it. they were hungry, desiring to taint you so badly. such distasteful motivations to have you as their own plaything—they want nothing more than to have you right then and there.

and that's the only reason why they cooperated in the first place.

the same reason to rivet for revenge, they want to have every l/n to suffer the punishment of angering a fatui. but you were special, oh, you really are because they have different plans for you.

within the minutes of peace comes each step of both men, closing over your unsuspecting body. each calm heartbeat that thuds within your chest is every tap of their feet on the sacred grounds you keep. the simplicity of your life adorned with unyielding perturbation finally comes to an end.

"well, what do we have here? a bit crude to be bathing naked when a stranger is bound to walk in any moment." an unfamiliar voice loomed over your back, head twisting to the side only to be caught by a rough hand down your chin, tilting your face up and saw the same man with the dark navy hair, a permanent scowl in his face, eyes glowing in complete domination, belittling your fragile existence with just its strong stare.

"as expected from the likes of you," scaramouche sneers, tightening his hold on your cheeks. your soft flesh felt smooth against the pad of his fingers, something he'd adore to touch. your hands were fast to wrap around your body, trying to protect yourself but it was futile. with fear sparking inside your mind and body, hot tears had swelled in your eyes, the painful sting of scaramouche's hold on your jaw is nothing compared to how they ruined your chance in living a normal life. "aw, crying already? we haven't even done anything to you yet."

you were scared, eyes glossy as the memories you tried suppressing back had lashed out in your view, the nightmares you wished to forget blends into reality. shaking, biting down on your lips, you were shaken to see the two people who you have dedicated most of your time avoiding.

and they were here, in the flesh, breathing right in front of you.

"don't scare her off, scaramouche. we don't even know if she's the type to bite." childe muses, standing tall behind the male. his eyes held mischief and yet the way his voice sent sharp knives of ice at how cold it was worsened the fear cursing through your veins.

you can no longer keep in the tears, mind juggling one thought after another, thinking of ways to save yourself, to be at their mercy. like a mouse in a lion's den, you were cowering with your tail tucked in terror. childe laughs at your distressed state, heart beating fast to bloom in colors to his cheeks as he sees you surrendering to whatever fate you have without a fight.

he hates it when someone he meets doesn't hold any ounce of strength to push back his attacks, to defend themselves from the unrelenting blow of his arrow and slash of his sword. childe hates it when someone so weak had appeared in front of him but you were an exemption on his book.

"aren't you so adorable," childe comments in amusement, crouching down beside scaramouche where the latter moved away, scoffing with another glare sent at your way. he slides a finger on your cheeks, feeling you shiver at the touch. he smiles. "let's get you out the water before you get cold. you're shivering enough already so let's get you back to your place, yeah?"

he offers but you can't trust him yet you stood on your own feet, hands covering what you can of your body. you can feel both their eyes hungrily taking in the view of your shrinking form. the tremor of your fingers was adorable as it shields the private parts none had ever seen, their minds going overdrive at how much they want to have it locked on top of your head.

"come here, i won't hurt you—well unless that's what you want me to do." you saw how childe had one hand welcoming you in his hold, urging you to come to him but your legs felt too weak beneath you. you can't, you can't accept how they ruined your life, how they control how you lived for years, how they made every decision you made based on the fear they made you feel...

you hated this.

so you resisted, biting down your tongue to ground yourself. a show of defiance, that's what you're going to give to them and prepare for the right time to escape, to scream for help, to hope that there is another way out of this.

"too slow," scaramouche groans and went to pick you up, hands scooping on your body, and you were lifted out of the ground, not caring how you resisted in his arms. but you managed to kick off the hat that he wore. your legs went up straight to his face, momentarily catching him off guard.

"you bitch." you heard him snarled with such anger, tone low and deep. you scrambled on your feet, trying to run away but childe had caught you with one arm around your stomach, head resting down to your shoulder and there came an icy looking sword that he points at your neck. the sharp edge shimmers underneath the light seeping through the trees.

you felt his hot breath fanning your skin covered in cold sweat, the contrasting temperatures stir both fear and this disgusting rumble of excitement on your core. his lips went from your neck up to your ears and he whispered, "i told you, if you don't want to get hurt then you should know how to obey."

"why would i?" you thought but came out as you unconsciously whispered the words. childe's eyes widen in surprise, a deep chuckle echoes in his chest and it rumbles just right on top of your back. you stand firm, waiting for your end but all you felt was his free hand gliding up your forearms and quickly wrapped itself on your neck.

you let out a choked whimper, head tilting back his shoulder as he pressed you closer to his body. the liquified sword was suddenly retracted back and he moved quickly and placed a hand on your abdomen, slithering down to your crotch.

"get away from m-me." your words came out as a strangled plea, the tight hold childe has on your throat was too much, your lungs struggling as it slowly ran out of air. your hands were desperately pulling him away but he was just too strong compared to you. when he sees your eyes going back your head, bits of drool lulling out of your tongue down to your chin, he lets go of your throat but still had it wrapped around you, "for good measure," as he thought.

in a few seconds of you coughing for air, your eyes peaked up and saw scaramouche walking in front of you. the scowl and glare he has on you were terrifying, pushing more adrenaline in your body as your fight defenses slowly lose against the looming fear he gives you. those eyes of his were lifeless as he gazes down at your quivering body and all you could do was observe, behave, wait for his next move.

you follow his hand that worms its way up to your chest, running a finger down to your breasts, circling on your nipples that harden in the contact. "i was about to reconsider the idea of being nice to you but you just know how to anger me, like your old man."

and that's when you felt it, the sharp sting from the tip of his finger on your aroused bud. you buckled in childe's hold, a strained wanton moan escapes your lips as your body reacted to scaramouche's advances. he smirks, condescendingly so, and gave your other nipple the same electrifying shock. resulting in another moan on your part.

"oh, take a look at that," he whimsically muttered when he kept on shooting small electric currents on your body, venturing towards your core that childe had spread open with the use of one knee. scaramouche's finger was leisurely taking their time to slide around your body as if to tease you.

it felt disgusting.

"you're already wet," he nonchalantly throws out in the air, smirking when he easily pushes in a finger through your folds, your skin felt smooth against his touch that he hums while looking for your clit.

and as soon as he found the small mound on your crotch, he gave it another zap and the feeling was more intense than what you've felt on your nipples as this had you pathetically grinding up your hips, your body surrenders to the pleasurable sting of pain despite your mind saying 'no'.

"a desperate whore, fitting for a woman who came from a good-for-nothing man. bring her back to her house." scaramouche commanded and childe laughs in response.

"you already hogged on her attention then i think it's fitting if you're the one who should carry her." he lets you go, body falling on the ground. your hands had barely held you up, knees scraped on the rough patches on land and scaramouche had let out an annoyed 'tsk'.

you've scarred her skin. you fool." while you wince in the pain coming from your knees, scaramouche had pulled on your hair, jerking your head to meet his gaze. "i swear if you ever do something funny, i won't hesitate to kill you. do you understand?"

with a weak nod and a low 'yes' from your trembling lips, scaramouche smirks in satisfaction.

"good. now walk, you whore." with that, you stood up and shakily followed each step he took towards your home. within every second, you pray for your life, within every minute your heart thumps heavily inside your chest, the mixture of embarrassment and fear had been prominent in controlling your thoughts.

what are they going to do to you? would you still live after this? would it be better if you just die already?

millions of thoughts ran through your mind as you crashed in the back of scaramouche when he paused right in front of the door of your house. he looks back at you, glowering at how you mindlessly bumped into him. as much as he's annoyed and impatient, he sighed and opens the unlocked knob, an eyebrow raised in fascination.

"you really think you can hide away from us, huh? feeling so safe in here," he scoffs, pulling you by the wrist and trapped you in the wall of the entrance. you whimpered in pain, looking away as you're afraid you'd get killed right inside your safe place, well, what used to be your safe place.

"but don't worry, we'll have to make some arrangements with you first, to atone for the sins of your useless father and family." the painful hold on your wrist tightens as scaramouche pulls you in and had you crashing down on your bed, body sprawled out but cowers small in being naked in front of the two men.

since you live alone, you spare no privacy for your own little quarter, the small entryway connecting the living room that serves as your bedroom and kitchen on the other side.

you need nothing of luxury. you never intended to desire such an extravagant life but your heart knew too well how humans are greedy, how they can't be content with whatever's given. they take and take and take until there's nothing left to offer.

your father, your family who had fallen victim to the vile nature of humans had cursed you this life and now you're the one repaying what they had extracted, what they've speculated more than the power their name had given them. still, your tears didn't stop from pouring in hot droplets on your burning skin, eyes sizzling in pain when your hair was yet again yanked by scaramouche, hands that covers your chest goes up in pulling away from his grip on your locks, your scalp aches with every strand he tugs on.

"listen here f/n," he started, whispering close but his eyes never once left yours. in a heartbeat, his other hand slithered once more on your bare chests, upwards the valley of your breasts, leaving sparks of his power on your skin. he can feel your breathing grow heavy by the minute, legs involuntarily grinding on one another as the infliction of pain surges nothing but euphoria in your head.

disgusting, you felt awful about yourself but the strong jolts it gives on your tensed nerves had you choking down your moans. it felt too good when scaramouche zaps you with every move of his finger, teasing you slowly then flashes this hot shot of electricity on your body. while you squirm in the comforts of the mattress with your hair locked between the male's fingers, he had you right where he wanted you.

"obey our every command and we'd take good care of you. the debts embedded in your name excised by us, just how you wanted to. but—," for a second, he pauses to take in your quivering form in his hold, thighs clenched and teeth pressed down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from speaking up. "—once you defy our orders, we have no choice but to leave you in your blood bath."

did you hear that right? for a moment, his voice sounded soft in your ears, his lips barely touching your skin but felt as if he gave you a kiss. you could only nod in response, still trying to look for your voice shoved down by the angst corrupting your senses. scaramouche picks you up and placed your body against him, bits of his clothes' accessories felt cold on your skin, fitting what you saw in those indigo hues.

"ah, you always love having fun with her. let me have a go," childe complains at the side, placing both his hands on your thighs to separate them apart. you let out a whimper, barely even able to react to how he settled between your legs, his blue orbs shining in hunger as he admires the arousal coating your sex.

childe licks his lips, moving his head towards your cunt. you resisted the actions being done to you, even when you're dizzy at how fast and sudden everything goes, you tried prying your legs closed but childe was just too strong.

"i told you, didn't i?" you heard scaramouche whisper behind you, his hands started to massage your breasts, placing your perked mounds between his fingers, twitching it, flicking on the sensitive nipples. you arched your back in the intense feeling, adding more to your little cries were the loud slurps childe does on your dripping hole.

"you're barely hanging on a thin thread to save your life f/n, so stop being stubborn. or you'd rather suffer a painful death?" scaramouche's voice echoes in your head, the word death had your head shaking in fear.

you shook your head no while you utter out hideous noises of how you were enjoying every second childe slurps and laps on your juices, his fingers massaging the soft flesh of your thighs just right, eyes darting up to see how your face warped into a depraved one, lust induced orbs fluttering at every sensation burning inside of you, the fire kindling within as scaramouche's fingers never once faltered in zapping and flicking your hard buds.

"do you like this?"

the question snapped you out of the dreamy reverie, jolting out of their grip but it was futile yet you resisted. you don't like this, do you? you were confused because what they're doing to you felt just right.

"ah! dear archons!" your toes curled when childe sucked on your clit, lips nipping at your sensitive nub. your hands went to pull at his hair, scaramouche letting you be with this small smile. the more you writhe and flail at how much childe simultaneously suck and lick on your cunt, the more you felt scaramouche get hard behind you. his hard on prominent at how it poked through his shorts that your lower hip often brushes against the throbbing cock.

he hisses in your ear at one particular jolt from your body, the supple and plush flesh of your ass grind hard on him. barely able to control himself, with dazed senses, he unknowingly increased the input of electricity he leaves on your body, the shock had danced with fire on your veins.

"'s too much! it’s p-painful!" you whimpered out, eyes closing shut when childe thrusts his fat tongue inside your hole. the gentle strokes on your skin fight the storm of pleasure wreaking havoc inside your body, the warm and wet feeling of childe’s muscles going in and out of you is a foreign fount of rapture, one you never knew and never have wished to know but it was too addicting. you wanted to get more out of it, causing your hips to buck up, grinding to meet childe’s precise jut of his tongue on your sex.

“painful? you should learn not to lie, f/n. your body seems to do a great job in being honest with us. cooperate, will you?” the indigo-haired man said before he leaves kisses on your neck, biting down on your shoulder, sucking on the parts you felt the weakest. you felt your abdominal muscles stiffen, the new sensation that tightens inside your body had your mind temporarily shutting off, legs shaking in childe's hold as you felt the intense feeling building up from the deepest parts of your body, sweat glistens on your skin, lips plump and red from how much you bite down on it.

your eyes teared up at how conflicted you were, losing in the battlefield of fear and lust, your body betraying you on every second that passes. the sharp sting on your chest from smooth hands, the heavy strokes and hungry draw of a tongue on your soppy cunt—the knot you thought would only arouse from the looming fear you were so familiar from had you screaming in bliss.

you can no longer hold back the swelling between your legs, a euphoric flood crashed down on you in large waves. childe can feel how your walls tightened around him, a mad smile quirking on his lips as he continued sucking on your cunt, ignoring the cries and strong pull on his hair. overwhelmed, light-headed, breathless, you looked so divine to the two fatuis. they will have so much fun with you.

“what a pretty sight, again.” in minutes, you were a sobbing and creaming mess, childe successfully pulling out the most salacious noise and prurient cries from your throat as he didn’t once falter nor paused in sucking all your cum. beautiful, they thought as they listen to your wrenched sobs.

scaramouche finds pleasure when he can see the tears endlessly spilling out of your eyes like the way you kept on making a wet mess between your thighs. getting a little angsty as childe hogs over your body, the young man moved your head to the side and kissed you, burying your noises as he bites on your lower lips, taking advantage of your mouth opening to gasp, and his tongue swirls and sucks on you so good, your mind was getting foggy and dizzy from all the pleasure.

addicting, you never wonder why but you're submerged in the depths of lust and of your own fears. a large part of you scolds you on why you were letting them take advantage of your own weakness, of your body susceptible to this humane avidity to seek only pleasure, even if it's mixed with pain.

torn, your heart constricts and bleeds being wrapped in the thorns of discord—the hankering for happiness and longing for peace against the fight for your own life and to what's left of your innocence. do you really feel happy at how much they were letting you experience all this? would you really feel free when they'd get over you? is your life still worth fighting for? is your innocence really of value?

you never stopped crying, you never do. the overwhelming feeling of helplessness, your hope fading at each second that pasts, every crystal diamond your eyes go let go aren't going to change everything. childe and scaramouche were so adamant in keeping you to themselves, they would never let you go.

as you reached another peak of your orgasm, childe finally lets you go with an audible pop while scaramouche lets you breathe after drowning you with his kisses. your lungs throbbed from the lack of oxygen but once again, the two had placed you right where they want to—scaramouche had turned you around to face him as he lies down in bed, bits of his clothes were thrown out of the room while childe removes his on your back.

your shaky legs were placed on the sides of scaramouche's thighs, his hands tight to adjust your trembling body right on top of his cock. as you pant in, you felt the tip of his cock brushes on your abused clit, your body arching down with your head resting on the crook of his neck.

"we're gonna fuck you," he whispers before he pushes you down to take him all in one go. "drill into your mind that you're nothing but our little cockwhore," he finished before you screamed, in pain, feeling how it burned between your legs. he was big, filling your tight hole with his girth.

you were stretched beyond what you can handle, mewling as he didn't give you any time to adjust around him. he was cruel, cold, merciless but beautiful, remembering how his kisses sent tremors to your heart. conflicted once more, you craned your head up to look at him. with glossy eyes, it was hard to see what expression ever adorns his pretty face.

scaramouche felt your tears falling down to his cheeks his heart swells in pride and satisfaction. "you'd like that, won't you?" it was then the excruciating pain had subsided and with every time his hands press you down to meet his thrusts, you have moaned out his name but too dazed to even notice of doing that.

"hm? that's not what i wanted to hear f/n." and then you felt a strong slap on your ass, emitting a loud squall from your already strained voice. "say it, say how much you want to be our cockwhore." and you felt another, and another, and another. childe beams behind to see your skin are now dusted in a dark undertone as your blood rushes through each vein that

"yes! please... w-wanna be your cockwhore... just -fuck me, please." fear for your life laced in the desperation to soothe the pain felt inside your core, your voice felt so far as if you don't even hear yourself anymore but for all its worth, if its to save your life in addition to mend the ache on both your heart and of your sex—you hated yourself, you hated how you slowly agree to this.

but it's not like you have any choice, right?

wrong, you have but they've already swallowed what's left of the flame of your will to push back.

not with how scaramouche had your toes curling at how he hit spots inside of your sex that just felt too good, adding more pressure when the tip sends jolts of the same electrifying shock he did on your breasts. and it didn't end when he kept your hole so full of him when he had his mouth busy biting and sucking on your nipples, causing you to throw your head back in a scream. but all your cries of pleasure were quickly muffled by childe who kisses you when he settles himself on your back.

how could you deny all this when childe uses his pre-cum to stain the other puckering hole near your cunt, smiling when it gapes as you accept every rough and deep stroke of scaramouche's hips to meet your writhing body. not when his arousal was enough to lube himself up and to slowly slips himself in, his kisses still gushing you down as another stretch of your body down below was too much, too painful but oh so good.

helpless against the toll of pain that bore fruit to pleasure, you keep on screaming out their names, hands grasping on the sheets as if it's your lifeline, to bound you down as your head spins from how much bliss had rained all over you. the feeling had washed away your fears.

as you are sandwiched between scaramouche and childe, feeling both their cocks simultaneously going in and out of you in a very addicting rhythm, you felt the rope in your core snap. your walls had fluttered, clasping and releasing its hold on both their cocks that had them groan in the feeling.

"so fucking good, taking both of us at the same time." childe grunts in your ear, voice strained when your walls felt so warm, so soft and snug around him. "you're gonna make me cum."

"please, please cum in me?"

"a very eager whore," childe says before laughing. "so keen to please us now. that's good." and you felt how childe snaps back up to your hole, earning a scream from you. "a good whore like you deserves my cum." his pace increases in speed, holding your hips as he drills himself in and out of you.

scaramouche grunts when he can feel childe's girthy length brushes against his inside of you, hating how this ginger reaps more and more of your noises. he felt how your body press down on him, halting his movements. but he's not one to back out.

"you want our cum?" scaramouche asks, placing both his hand on your cheeks, having you focus on him below as he lets childe rut himself away to his orgasm. and when the ginger does, you felt how he twitched inside of your ass, flooding your insides with his warm load. the warmth of childe behind you overflows out to your thighs as he thrust himself back in but hesitated in taking his greedy hands to keep you to himself because of the glare he got from the man below.

"i do, so good." you hummed, accepting every drop of childe's cum while you look at scaramouche.

"you want to be fucked full?" he asked, elevating your body with the little space available before he pummels himself as deep as he could, hitting the walls to your womb. the contact was more powerful than how he was roughly jerking himself to your tight cunt before childe came from behind. it's more aggressive, possessive, your whole body bouncing to meet every thrust, forcing himself deeper when he pushes your legs wider.

"i'm gonna fuck you with my cum, got that?" you nodded, mind too dazed to even say anything in response to how his girth feels just right inside of you. "gonna fill you up—," he groaned out the words, fixing you in place for your hole to fuck himself on. "—stain your insides with my cum—" your walls gushes out more of your slick, reeling in the words said, craving the satisfying feeling of being full. "—that you'd always want it."

"yes! yes! fill me up!" as tears brimmed in your eyes, you smiled down at scaramouche, the dreamy smile he knew too well and had always wanted to see from your pretty face.

"do you really want this?" you feverishly nodded, eyes closed when you felt the heat inside of you soared into burning flames throughout your body. "do you want to cum?" again, you nodded, sobbing when he didn't stop, when childe finally matches scaramouche's speed and strength in ramming in your hole.

"fuck," the 6th fatui harbinger muttered under his breath, biting down his lips when your soft walls spasmed around him. "ah, fuckfuckfuck." childe utters before he bites down to your neck and it's when both men released all their loads inside, god, you can feel how they shoot their warm and thick load. it's mind-breaking, you love it, feeling so full and hot all over.

both their cocks do these little shakes inside of you, seconds were spent in filling you like how they want to. you were so full, brimming, seeping so much with their cum. addicting, truly addicting, you wanted more.

when the two finally managed to steady their breathing, they both looked at you and saw how your eyes still glowed in salacious intent, half-lidded but the e/c hues are dilated to shows a deep pool of color.

"more?" a simple question. "i want more." a simple sentence but held so much meaning for both fatuis.

"good."

months, it's been months since you were held captive by both fatui harbingers and were brought to their own lands. it was cold, the bluish glow of the area had you remembering childe's matching orbs while the icy breeze your skin would felt reminds you of scaramouche's glare and attitude. but it felt too normal for you now, mending the emptiness you felt.

a collar was placed on your neck, your fingers can feel the metal adorning the leash with letters of the names you always call in the morning and scream at night. you waited, patiently, as they told you. the longest nights will be over, the loneliest mornings will soon be full of their presence around you.

you looked out of the window, hands gently trace shapes you make out from the frost on the clear glass walls. the ice that blows and goes in the scenery felt like a distant memory of the prison you thought to be a part of, the life before and now after you met them.

the house that they left you to reside in was far from the village, mirroring what life you used to have. disconnected, outcasted, away from anyone but them. if you used to be held in chains by a life full of terror and complete unease as each breath was a lifeline then now, you're in these invisible chains because of the choice done by your flesh... dependency clouding the desire for freedom, succumbing to pleasure as it erases what's left of you who are.

a bitter chuckle had escaped your lips.

corrupted, long gone is the f/n l/n they all knew, well, no one ever knew about who you are. you've hidden away from people so there's no doubt anyone would remember you. but there are the two fatuis who always go back home, who always go back to you.

you looked down at yourself, observing the subtle changes in your body. you were well-fed, given your own space, nothing changed to whatever living conditions you used to have besides having to keep up with their stamina. your body's still the same but what caught your eye are the names between your thighs, the word "property" teasing your curiosity to look at the name it's connected to.

maybe, you did change.

the sins passed down by blood, the lustful stupor you let them feel, the carnal desires you three keep craving for—it made sense as to why they keep you here. somehow, you felt some control over them.

"no, that's not true."

you thought that maybe, just maybe, there will be a day where you can go back to what life you had... will you take the chance? but as the door opens, your ears picking up the sweet tone of his voice calling you out, your body automatically standing up to meet whoever had come back, smiling as if you're madly in love...

there's your answer.

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anime-alyssa · 3 years

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You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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anime-alyssa · 3 years

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#can i please sit on your lap?

—actually, this is where you just sat on their lap for no reason to see their reaction

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma/Tohma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. mostly fluff!! wholesome, honestly. kind of domestic in a way<3

thank you so much for @feifae for this lovely idea<3

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ALBEDO probably moved away first, his upper body pulling back slightly at the feeling of someone plopping on his lap. However, the second he sees you, he eases back into his normal position, saying, “Well hello there, darling. Do you need anything?” with a soft smile. You could only fluster him if you lean your head on his chest and bonus points if you wrap your arms on his waist whilst still on his lap. Expect him to chuckle a few seconds after and lean his chin on the top of your head. “Did you miss me already?”

CHILDE sputters “O-Oh?” then his facade will change in an instant, his arms circling your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “Is my baby starting to grow bored? Wanna go out, you say? Alright, I’ll treat you if you kiss me.” he doesn’t really mean that but if you decide to indulge him, his face will flush and he’ll probably duck his face on your neck to hide it from you or others.

DILUC would be flustered on the inside. He will probably stiffen up even if he saw that it was you but his muscles will ease up when you lean in and kiss his jaw. He’ll be careful to touch you but his gloved hands will soon find its way on your waist, holding you there gently. “I’m sorry, my love, do you want to go to bed now? Let me wrap this up and I’ll carry you soon.” a sad smile curls on his face as he presses a kiss on the crown of your head.

GOROU visibly pulls back only until he saw that it was you, only then will he relax and place a hand on you, most likely on your back or your waist. A bright smile would appear on his face at your sight, most especially if he hadn’t seen you for awhile and you surprised him by meeting up with him. “Hey there, honey.” he’d greet. Press a kiss on his forehead or scratch his ears gently and he may flush right there and then.

“What could this be?” KAEYA smirks, leaning back on his chair and placing his hands on each side of the armchair. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?” he’d muse. “Would you prefer it if I could take a break and take you somewhere? I can be free for you whenever you like.” he winks at you the audacity. he’s partly being genuine and partly teasing you, actually, although there may be some truth in those words.

KAZUHA acts like he isn’t affected and is trying to affect you instead, but more lowkey than Kaeya. He smiles genuinely and softly looks at you, racing a hand and starting to softly caress your hair. “Are you getting bored, dove? Would you like to hear a haiku I’ve been making?” And I promise you the haiku is really sweet because it’s most likely for you<3

SCARAMOUCHE glares at you at first, even releasing a low groan. “What now?” He tries to make it seem like he absolutely hates it but that embarrassed look on his face says it all. If you don’t speak and continue sitting there on his lap, he merely huffs and returns back to what he’s previously doing. “Just don’t bother me, hear that?” he’ll sigh “You’re so clingy… scoot closer or you’ll fall.” He’s so complicated but he likes it dw

THOMA also jumped slightly when you dropped down on his lap. “Babe?” he’d question, surprised and curious at the same time. With or without people around, his reactions would be the same nonetheless. “Need anything? Or… is this your way of saying that it’s time for cuddles? Ah you want cuddles?” he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. “I’m quite comfortable here, thank you very much. If you want cuddles, you’ll get it here.” he’d chuckle.

VENTI is probably the hardest to fluster above everyone else. He’d look at you curiously and then perk up in joy, wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly. “Aww, is my love missing me already?! Fret not, your bard boyfriend is here to save the day!” he’s kinda cringey but yes it happens most of the time. You can never prank a prankster… sometimes.

Be careful with XIAO. He trusts you, but he doesn’t trust himself that much. Thus, you must make your presence known first before you slowly walk towards him and then suddenly plop on his lap. “What… are you doing?” he’d slowly ask, confused and quite flushed. If you state the obvious, he’d huff and look away. However, if you move for a little bit, he might panic that you are falling and will instinctively raise his hands to hold you. Imagine his surprise that you weren’t T-T still, he might find his hands unable to move away now. Wonder why.

ZHONGLI is the calmest person here, you think? Nah. He’d awkwardly shuffle his legs when you sit on his lap, especially if he previously has his legs crossed. “Love?” he’d question, especially if you don’t usually plop on his lap randomly. “Is there something wrong?” he’d ask carefully, probably thinking you were not feeling well or you needed something from him. As a god, that’s most likely his way of thinking, completely forgetting that you’re a mortal and mortals do weird things sometimes—most of the time. If you admit it’s for nothing, he’d nonetheless relax and even offer for you to lean on his chest. Yes, very wholesome indeed.

NOTES. i’ve actually been debating whether i’ll make a taglist or not but i keep forgetting it! so now i decided i should not delay it any further hehe.

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“you made me cry” prank

ZHONGLI, SCARAMOUCHE, DILUC, XIAO, KAEYA, CHILDE — gn!reader

warning/genre: him being worried, kinda fluffy

notes: reblogs are appreciated a lot!!

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❝HOUSEWIVES. ♡❞ — albedo, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche 18+ [fem! reader] NSFW

.｡.:*☆ summary: truthfully, there is no motive for me doing this, i just want to pleased them. and i know you do too 😈‼️

.｡.:*☆ warning(s): thigh riding, spit exchanged, fingering, slight exhibitionist, dacryphilia, creampie, degradation, strong language

.｡.:*☆ disclaimer: not proofread, grammar error, mc uses they/them pronouns here but the term wife/girlss is still being used on them.

.｡.:*☆ notes: i dont know how to do an event so this is my only way of feeding my 100+ followers <3 also i did this half-asleep. if u saw @777-amos replying it's me! this is my 'side blog' hehe.

[kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli]

i. [SCARAMOUCHE]

how long has it been? it felt hours since he had push your leg to your chest, his cock buried deep into your greedy cunt— his words are either evident or faint, there is no in between. his hand holding both wrist atop your head, scaramouche had his patience running thin. first, his workers messing up everything he had planned, second, his obnoxious co-worker (childe) were pestering him the whole day.

scaramouche had such a bad day, wouldn't you help him relieve his frustration?

nonetheless, it's fascinating how rough he fucks you, your pussy continue to clung on him. you're so cute, being his good wife who offered their sweet tight pussy for their frustrated husband.

"scara, please." you mewled, gripping a handful of his hair. his breath hitched before peering his violet iris down to your bouncing tits.

"what do you want? you can expect me to know everything." everything felt like bliss, his cold finger ghostly running onto your skin, fondling your breast as he rammed into you. you're not even sure if you're able to speak, too fixated with the growing knot in your stomach.

"m-more, i want more!" you yelped when he had turn you over, pushing your back downwards as he teased your folds with the tip of his cock— spitting onto his cock, scaramouche pushed himself back into you, quickly embraced by your twitching walls.

"stop being a greedy little slut and take whatever i give you."

ii. [ALBEDO]

you're so sweet visiting him at work, his lunch in your hand as you greet him with tight embrace— he couldn't thanked you than bending you on his desk while he fingered you. teal orbs fixated on his laptop, while his other hand thrusting into your weeping cunt.

"be quiet now, we don't want sucrose and timaeus to hear you. that is if you prefer them disturbing our private session." it's so hard to keep your lips shut when his digit reaching your spot, sending you to stars. your heavy pants is enough to send the working man to the edge, but he's quite handful now, surely his loving wife understand, no?

but it doesn't mean albedo can't peek a glance to your face, eyes shut tight with your teeth dug onto your lips. you're so obedient, listening to his order— and obedient girls such as you always deserved a reward, don't they?

"a-albedo, they're gonna catch us."

"i don't see a problem with that. do you not want to show them how pretty you are?" he watched as you grew embarrassed, hiding your face onto your arm to avoid his gaze, how wanton. the squelching sound of your pussy is erotic, let alone the sight of your glistening cunt tempting him. perhaps he could take a rest for a bit, his eyes is growing strained by facing the screen.

your legs trembled, warm slick running down to your leg, soaking the ground as you cum on his hand. you threw a side glance to your husband, seeing his hand slowly unbuckling his belt. his lips curled upwards, sending you a sly smile.

"what a shame, you just stain your skirt. i guess you must stay back a bit then."

iii. [KAZUHA]

you're so clingy (in a good way, of course).

you left him walking back and forth for worrying that he had make you mad. how could he not? you practically avoiding him despite living under the same roof. but he supposed that he let it slide, he isn't one to punish you so much— even if he did, now is not the time, not when your bare cunt rubbing against his thigh, drool dripping down to the side of your lips.

"i don't understand why can't you just tell me." he sighed, caressing your face with his calloused hand, gaze softening as you desperately hump on his thigh.

"too s-shy, you were busy anyway," you replied, eyes dipping to his hand slipping under your sweater— his warm palm rest on your tits. it's habit of him to grope your tits out of the sudden, he simply couldn't control it. why waste such divine opportunity when your tits fits so perfectly on his hand.

"we've been married for 3 years, it's useless to stay shy now, darling." pulling away from your tits, he lifts up your skirt to gaze your glistening cunt soaking his pants. nails digging onto his shoulder, you fasten your own pace, rutting against his as he watched you slowly chasing your high. kazuha find it so endearing to see how desperate you grew, how your back had arched from the pleasure, your head thrown back.

his precious wife missed his cock so much, he couldn't help but comply to their whines. after all, what good of a husband he is if he can even make his wife happy?

"kazuha!" you're so pretty, so much more when squirted all over the place. he just want to slide his cock inside and fuck you to oblivion now, and he knew you'd let him, because you're his doting wife, aren't you?

"it seems that you misses me that bad, i hope you don't mind keeping you awake this night."

iv. [XIAO]

"xiao... aah xiao.." you didn't meant to move—or perhaps you did—but you couldn't stop bouncing on your husband fat cock. it's too irresistible, you need to satisfy the crave inside of you somehow. you could already imagine the disappointment plastered all over xiao's face, that why now, you had buried your face deep into your

"is it that hard to wait?" he sighed, his eyes dipped to his cock disappearing inside your pussy, strands of your slick connecting on his lower abdomen to your ass.

" 'm so sorry.." you whimpered, still fucking yourself on his cock, your breathing had long gone erratic— to excited the moment he had agreed on you sitting on his cock. you did want to try cockwarming with him while you watch him work in peace, but the second the tip of his cock pressed against your spot, you didn't know what to do.

"you're such a greedy whore." he stood up, bending you against his desk. your teary eyes looking up to him, how adorable, to think that his shy wife is actually a cock hungry slut is such a great discovery. maybe you like it if he cum inside? maybe you'd like it if he slapped your ass until the evident red handprint adoring your skin.

"xiao!" you gasped, gripping the end of the desk as he pounded into you, every veins on his cock rubbing between your walls, let alone his tip relentlessly pressing onto your spot. the sting on your ass is almost unbearable due to how harsh he slapped his palm against your skin.

"don't you dare waste any of my cum." you couldn't even replied before he had pound into you, your weeping cunt gushing on his cock before you broke into tears, his thrust is too deep, creating a small bulge on your lower abdomen. it was not long until his thrust grew sloppy, cumming inside of your pussy, filling you with streams of warmth. unfortunately for you, he filled you to the brim that his cum fall onto the floor, staining the tiles with his load.

"let see if you can listen the second time."

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GENSHIN MEN + COCKWARMING

CHARAS ; ALBEDO , CHILDE, DAINSLEIF , DILUC , KAEYA , KAZUHA , SCARAMOUCHE , THOMA

๑ ALBEDO

✦ loves when you cock warm him while he's busy, having you sat so perfectly in his lap? ideally.

✦ he's so cold in the study up in dragonspine, he needs to warm up a bit, no?

✦ albedo often gets a bit congested when you fix your posture, he's doing everything in his power to not turn the situation into something far more advanced.

✦ soft n low groans will always slip by, his hands finding their way to your hips— forcing you to sit still.

✦ "sucrose will hear us, calm it."

๑ CHILDE

✦ he's uncontrollable when you're cunts wrapped around him like a silk weaved glove.

✦ he's doing his absolute best to not bellow in weakness; you feel so good, your cunt pulsing around his cock is never enough for him.

✦ he wants and needs more from you, but he always partakes this activity in public areas, so he's stuck having you flat down on his length.

✦ "needa go home, can't take it.."

✦ he'll cover his mouth with his hand, heat flourishing across his cheeks in embarrassment.

๑ DAINSLEIF

✦ he's a full on man whore, i do not care.

✦ he has no absolute shame, at times he seats himself on the second floor of Angel's Share, sitting in the farthest corner, just to get a lil something from you.

✦ he'll make you cock warm him all night long, purposely torturing you.

✦ when the waiter comes by with a platter full of alcohol, he'll rock his legs, foot tapping against the wood, he's doing everything and anything to get you to cower down first.

✦ dainsleif's discreet and secretive, never letting a extra heavy sigh drop from his mouth, a groan, nothing. But, he's all up in your ear, lips puckering your ears.

✦ he's the producer of the game, and you're his player.

✦ "like it when I slut you out?"

✦ "c'mon now, we're in public, can't fuck you right now..."

๑ DILUC RAGNVINDR

✦ always off guard, especially when you do it in his office. looking through the paperwork, and you're making him anxious.

✦ getting caught? It haunted him.

✦ yet, he loved when you'd treat him like this. sneaking into his office with a pretty little skirt made of fresh material. he's left looking over your shoulder, pen in hand as your hips constantly move.

✦ he's whispering in your ear, begging you to give him mercy.

✦ "mm— stop moving so much..."

✦ "gonna cum—"

✦ he's slipping himself out, spilling his cum onto your thighs. he'll end up giving into you, forgetting to lock his door as he's rebutting with lust.

๑ KAEYA ALBERICH

✦ much like dainsleif, you're his little play thing once your warming his cock.

✦ he's intentionally slumping small thrusts into you, he expects you and wants you to be loud. watching you cover your mouth as he mumbles bittersweet words in your ear.

✦ "gonna cum? warm me up some more, hm?"

✦ he's taunting you, laughs echoing in your ears. you fall victim everytime you feel his fingertips brush past your panties.

๑ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

✦ always on the move, you'll find yourself lifting a bit of stress off his shoulders.

✦ he's tired, sensitive, and a whimpering mess.

✦ you're cunts wrapped so tightly around his throbbing cock, he's trying so hard to not spill inside of you. You're faced away from him, night dress pulled up with your cunt revealed. a shaky hand around your shoulder as he whispers underneath his breath.

✦ "feel so good..."

✦ "don't move so much, p-please..."

✦ he's on his high end, teeth baring down on his lip, heavy breaths blanketing your shoulders.

๑ SCARAMOUCHE

✦ cock warming him? got guts, he's sure to ruin you.

✦ you must be bold if you pull any cheap tricks on him. moving your hips and blaming it on discomfort? he'll sliver his fingers down your thighs; he'll pay with the same attitude.

✦ with no shame, he's impatient. a nice, slow, and steady cock warming session will never last. you're making moves on him, he'll do what you desire.

✦ he'll lock his legs around yours, keeping you secured in his lap as his cocks stretching you out. as repayment, he'll purposely cum inside.

✦ "you're begging for me, just as a slut should be."

✦ "you like it, hm? getting restrained as I fuck the cum into you?"

๑ THOMA

✦ a lengthy session is what he gives you, hands rubbing down your hips and thighs.

✦ he's skilled at controlling himself, his lips peppering your neck and shoulder as he often shifts your leg to slip further back in.

✦ you'll wake up to him asleep on your shoulder, successfully containing himself.

✦ "feel too good, gonna do it again, yeah?"

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Could I please request a one shot for scaramouche where the reader and childe are best friends, and the reader is dating scara. But none of them have any idea that they know each other. And the reader decides ‘hey i’m going to make the two closest people to me meet each other’ and once they show up they’re standing there like🧍 ‘so THIS is the idiot you call your best friend??’ And childe sees this as the perfect opportunity to tease scara more cause damn he actually cares for someone?? Tyyyy

I've had this written for 2 weeks or so and I forgot to post it, I am so sorry for being such a moron.

But here you go! I love the dynamic of Childe and Scara being annoyed at each other all the time but still being, you know, obliged by each other's company.

Anyway...

You've Got to be Kidding Me

Scaramouche x Reader (ft. Childe as the Best Friend)

You were laying in bed beside Scaramouche, a late night together behind you. You silently watch him resting, his face seeming so serene in the covered light of the morning hours together. You have plans for the day so you would have to be up soon, but you had hoped that he would be awake before you left.

As you gently touch his cheek, he stirs toward you in a pleasant instinct that makes you feel warm and puts an equally pleasant smile on your face. His eyelids open slowly, with a few blinks as his eyes adjust his sights to you.

“Good morning.” You say quietly, not wanting to startle him too much.

“Mmm.” He pulls you closer to him, drawing you near for a kiss. “This is a nice surprise.” He wraps his arms around you.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you had to leave early.” He ran a hand through your hair. “To meet with your friend.”

You kissed him again. “I do have to. I just wanted to see you before I left to meet him.”

“Him, right.” He spoke as if only just remembering.

“I should bring you to meet him some day.” You say mindlessly, kissing his cheek again as you move away from him to get ready.

“Perhaps.” He watches you leave the bed, eyes wandering over you as you search for clothing to wear.

“You’re both very important to me.” Your hands reach for nice but informal clothing, perfect for the occasion.

“Well, if that’s what you wish, then I can meet him.” Scaramouche sits up, leaning against the headboard with a stretch. You begin to dress as he talks. “Of course, I cannot guarantee that he’ll make it out alive if I see him trying to-“

“He isn’t like that.” You dismiss simply with a chuckle. You look over at him through the dresser mirror, knowing fully well that he’s serious. “But anyway, don’t you have Harbinger things to do today?”

“I’m on assignment, yes.” He gets up from the bed and takes hold of your hand, spinning you to face him. “But I can see you to your destination, maybe so that I can meet this best friend of yours.”

“You would do that?” Your eyes wander through his, seeking that softness locked deep inside. He brings it out in his smile.

“For you, anything.” He kisses you again, lightly, before also getting dressed.

~*~*~

It doesn't take you too long to arrive at the location, a nice spot outside of the tea house where you met your best friend every time, but you were still a little bit late on account of your boyfriend also needing to get ready. Scaramouche dotingly keeps to your side, insisting that he was sure that your friend would be fine if you were just a little late. He carries his hat with him, holding it in the hand that wasn’t around your waist or holding your hand at various points during your travels.

Near the location, you step away from your boyfriend to search for your expected company. “There!” You nearly jump up with sheer happiness when you spot the tall redheaded Snezhnayan across a short distance. You nealy send Scaramouche flying when you grab his hand and hurry toward him. Scaramouche has to slow you down in fear of drawing too much attention to you both, and as you move through the crowd, you finally reached him.

“Childe!” You excitedly tug on his sleeve to pull his attention away from his far-off staring. “It’s so nice to finally see you!” Scaramouche tenses up beside you, stiffly pulling you to him again.

“Ah, hey there comrade!” He turns to smile at you, but then his eyes flick up to your company.

“I brought my boyfriend along to meet you, I hope you don’t mind too much.” You give him a soft smile, eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and fear that the two people you love most will despise each other.

Childe’s eyes flicker between you and Scaramouche, and you stand to the side watching the two silently stare at each other. Neither say anything for an unnerving amount of time.

Your mind begins to race with a myriad of questions. Did you do something wrong? To the both of them, your expression must have the clearest look of confusion and worry that has ever existed.

Then, Scaramouche takes a sharp breath, and speaks, eyes not shifting even slightly away from Tartaglia. “So this is the idiot you call your best friend?”

“Idiot?!” Childe laughs placing a hand on his hip and bowing his head slightly to stare down at the shorter male. “I think even you have to give me more than that-“

“Absolutely not.” Scaramouche’s eyes narrow. Childe, on the other hand, simply turns to you and, smiling far too much, places a hand on your head. You nearly chuckle, but the confusion setting in makes the sound choke into a puzzled smile.

“You two... know each other?” Your question barely has time to linger in the air.

“We... work together.” Scaramouche explains, wrapping a hand around your waist to keep you beside him, eyes locked on Childe. A silent signal to him.

“Oh. That... actually makes sense.” You peer over at your best friend, who has a playful smirk spreading across his face.

“You know how much I don’t like to talk about such business.” His eyes flicker away from you. “I didn’t know you were such a softie, Scara.” Childe raises a teasing eyebrow, leaning down slightly. The intensity of Scaramouche’s glare didn’t seem to match the playfulness that Childe held. “And here I thought you had no heart.”

“Don’t call me softie.” His arm around you tightens. “I have the mind to kill you right here.” Childe simply laughs, placing a hand on Scaramouche’s shoulder. He tenses even more, impossibly so. “Get your hand off me Ajax.”

“Okay, okay.” He holds his hands up in defeat, still chuckling to himself. “Look at you, caring about someone so dearly. That looks like a tight hold there.”

Scaramouche loosens his grip on you, letting you slip away from him as he steps up to Childe. “Don’t try anything, or I swear to-“

“Don’t worry, you can trust me.” Childe tilts his head, leaning down to meet his eyes. “We’ve been friends for a long time. And besides, I’d never try to take away something so absolutely dear to you. It gives me far too much to tease you about.”

“Ajax you-“

“Woah, hey.” You gently push them apart, and they bend to your will as if neither possesses the strength to resist such a movement (which they so obviously could). Their gazes both soften.

Scaramouche turns back to look at you, that tension leaving his body completely when you reach out and take his hand. “Come on, how about we all get something to eat? You say, giving him a soft smile. He can’t help but do the same.

“Alright.” He lets you kiss his cheek, a small reassurance that everything’s alright.

Childe circles around, examining Scaramouche’s expression before giggles bubble out of him. “Oh, you two are adorable.”

“I better not hear a word about this again, Ajax.” Your boyfriend tries to assert, but the pink of his cheeks and the embarrassed tone he has makes the threat dissipate in the wind. Childe leans an arm on his shoulder, prompting the harshest glare you’ve ever seen from your dearest.

“Hey, come on.” You hold in a giggle, but as you lift a hand to cover your mouth the sounds escape you.

“Oh, not you too.” Scaramouche huffs, face reddening.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so adorable.” You squeak back the giggles,

“Aw, maybe he is just so adorable.” Your best friend teases, ruffling Scaramouche’s hair.

He calls your name, very softly. Suddenly quiet. “Did you really have to chose this utter moron to be your best friend?”

“You can’t choose your best friends.” You shrug, grabbing both of their wrists and pulling them apart. “Just like you can’t choose who you love.”

“But him?” They say simultaneously. You look to both of them, chuckling.

“Of course.” You shake your head. “And of course.” The laugh you let out is met with a collective sigh from them both, but you nonetheless start walking away, leaving the bickering two to trail along with you.

This day was going to be fun.

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