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aetherarf · 1 year

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Requested by @makialene

If you have a minute, could you write something with Diluc and praise? Just wholesome, letting him know you’re proud of him and he’s doing a good job

[[ Summary: Diluc works hard, is kind, tries his best, and is deserving of many good things. Some praise is one of those good things. ]]

[[ Word Count: 1'032 ]]

With a deep, exhausted sigh, Diluc walked into the Winery, hanging up his coat, taking a moment to pause, holding onto the coatrack for a brief second, if only to have that much less weight to hold him down, to have to stay upright.

A long night of his being the 'Darknight Hero' [he, admittedly, found the name somewhat cringy, but not enough that he'd do anything about it] followed a morn of getting everything set up in the Winery after the last... event that happened, making sure everything was clean and clear before the customers flooded in, an agonizing day of paperwork and trying to negotiate to get his wine transported to Liyue, and planning a meeting with Ningguang considering this... And a long, drawn-out evening, a dinner with the Winemakers' Guild, where they all did everything they could to get his sponsorship for their own agendas.

The sun had long since sunk and the moon hung high in the sky when he got home. Every bit of him ached. But, he was home, and while there was always more to be done, his body and spirit were no longer willing. He could catch up tomorrow morning after he finally got some rest [even if there was never any actual catching up. Getting the most high-priority things handled, and chipping away at everything else.]

When someone said his name, in a blissful tone, he paused, and instinctively straightened his back, turning to look at the stairwell you walked down, with a smile on your face. He couldn't help but sigh in relief- it was nice to see you, even if he wasn't sure he was much for conversation or company.

You always understood that, sometimes, he just didn't have it in him. He was a busy man... and admittedly overworked. He wasn't very good at letting others handle things for him. It was self inflicted, but also not such a simple task to figure out.

"There's my handsome man, after doing so much good. Are you feeling okay?" You asked as you walked towards him, grabbing one of this hands with both your own.

He struggled for a moment, before replying with a weak smile, "I'm just tired."

"Of course you are. Have you eaten?" You asked, and he nodded,

"I'm just tired." He explained, and without another word, you started leading him to the bedroom- He took the moment to close his eyes and just let you, not needing to worry. He knew you had every wholesome intention towards him, and this wasn't something he needed to fear.

For a moment, he just let his eyes close- he was being led. He didn't need to be wary, not in this little, quiet moment.

He was safe. A rare, but never unwelcome feeling.

Diluc could tell, just from the habit of walking around the Winery, the change of the sound that his own feet made, and the slight creek of the door, he sighed and opened his eyes. His room was dim- which was exactly how he preferred it. He only realized how close he was to overstimulation, but perhaps he was still buzzing with the day's anxiety. But it was coming to a close, it was almost over.

He walked ahead and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his boots, tossing them off to the side- before he could get his tired hands to try and work at his clothes, you were already on it, getting off his coat, his shirt, untying the ribbon in his hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, the relief of his hair no longer tugging on his scalp was a blessing.

It wasn't haphazardly tossed about, instead was put away to be cleaned at a later time, so he didn't need to worry about the visual clutter. He watched as you walked back from doing this small, but more than meaningful task for him, and stood right in front of him. Confused, he stared at you as you cupped his cheeks.

"I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too," though it sounded a bit odd with how you squished his cheeks. He felt... silly, but he didn't really mind. Not right now, anyway.

"You work so hard, and always come back safe..."

He felt a warmth in his chest, but it was dwarfed by the confusion,

"Why are you saying this?" He asked- not suspicious, only confused and curious. "Did something happen?"

"You just deserve to be told how good of a man you are."

Admittedly, Diluc didn't feel like he was that good of a man. He wasn't a bad person, but there was always a haunting guilt taunting him, that he wasn't doing enough, that he wasn't enough,

"You've always been more than enough. You've given everything you had and then some. But even without that, I'd love you anyway."

He exhaled softly, and opened his mouth to say something back- anything, even when his brain was so frazzled, only to have a finger pressed over his lips,

"No, no more talkie. You've done enough of that today, haven't you?"

Exhaling through his nose, he smiled. He didn't need to say anything, or even nod. Even if you let him.

"Well, actually one more talkie. Do you want to cuddle?" You asked, "I'm sure you're tired."

"Would you mind?" He asked,

"Of course not."

"... Even if you were the big spoon?" He asked, a little shy. He wasn't massive, but he also wasn't small.

"Of course not."

And even if it was, maybe, a little comedic, and he took care to pull his hair over his shoulder to get as much of it out of the way as possible, resting his hands over yours as they wrapped around his torso, he exhaled softly, relaxing in the soothingly cool room. He'd pull up the blankets when he was ready to completely fade, but...

Right now, he just wanted to doze, to rest, as he could hear you whisper sweet little praises, chaste and loving.

He was human, in the end. Even he wanted to hear praise, if only it was once in a blue moon, it was...

Nice.

#genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #bark writes #makialene #request #fluffy bark

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earth2rin · 2 months

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emo megs?

megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

words: 1.4k

summary: just thoughts about megs <3 non-sourcer au, not proofread ;)

cw: piercings, megumi being a bit insecure, maybe like one curseword

scumbag!megumi who unironically is an alt/emo kid in the modern world.

scumbag!megumi who’s eyebrow and snakebite piercings ward off any suitors.

scumbag!megumi who’s apparel makes people think he’s weird and they tend to avoid any interactions with him.

scumbag!megumi who is too enthralled with the yabujin playing through his wired headphones to realize there’s a new student that just walked into the classroom.

scumbag!megumi who fails to notice your presence when the teacher sat you right next to him. there were always empty seats around him.

scumbag!megumi who doesn’t realize he has you in 3 other classes.

scumbag!megumi who only began to notice you when you would send a small smile and wave towards him in the morning. he thought you were kind of pretty.

scumbag!megumi who would greet you with a ‘sup’ whenever you finally gained the courage to actually say hi to him in the morning.

scumbag!megumi who would ask you for the notes from the previous day since he wasn’t there for the lecture. you always replied with a chirpy ‘of course!’ and would hand it to him with a smile.

scumbag!megumi who gave you the vibes that he never really was listening to the small conversation you tried to spark between you two. he actually was trying to spare your social status as people would deem you weird for talking to the outcast. little did he know you didn’t care one bit, you thought he was cool and were determined to be his friend.

scumbag!megumi who always thought why is a pretty little sweet thing like you trying to befriend a loser like him.

scumbag!megumi who can’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually let you in and get to know him. would you think he’s odd like everyone else does, or would you actually like being his friend?

scumbag!megumi who gives in and entertains your conversations, actually enjoying talking to you and your personality as a whole.

scumbag!megumi who you learn, loves to actually yap. like a lot, which is surprising since the first few days you saw him he was always listening to music and doing his work, avoiding any interaction with people.

scumbag!megumi and his snakebite piercings that have you hypnotized and you can’t help staring at whenever he went into deep conversation about something he liked. you really hope he didn’t notice the staring.

scumbag!megumi who asks for your number whenever you tell him you never heard of the kind of music he listens to, but you really like and want to learn more artists and songs in the same genre.

scumbag!megumi who’s cheeks tint a slight shade of pink whenever he hands you his phone, embarrassed on how his contacts consist of only 6 people; yuuji, nobara, gojo, maki, toge, toji, and now you. you smile as you put your contact info in, putting your name as ‘y/n :3’

scumbag!megumi who now shares his headphones with you in class, one wired bud in his ear and the other in yours. you had to scoot closer to him, your shoulders barely brushing and you couldn’t help the small blush that dusted your cheeks.

scumbag!megumi who invites you to his place one random weekend, saying that he and his friends were gonna watch horror movies on friday and he would like it if you'd come. of course you say yes, a little too fast for your liking.

scumbag!megumi who lectures his friends to please don’t be weird. and don’t say anything that would make her uncomfortable! they laugh at how his cheeks are red but they agree, promising they’ll be nice.

scumbag!megumi who introduces you to his friends. “that's yuuji and that's nobora. they’re idiots so don't mind too much about what they say.” yuuji gasps, “hey you told us to be nice but you're the one that's being mean!” you blink and smile and megumi’s eye twitches.

scumbag!megumi who rolls his eyes when nobara whines, “finally! another girl! i thought i was gonna die if i had to sit here one more weekend with these guys watching movies by myself. too bad you met that loser first.”

scumbag!megumi who gives you a blanket and pillow so you can lay down, you say thank you but tell him that you were just going to sit next to him. he lays the blanket over you two anyways.

scumbag!megumi who tells you to stay on the couch, that he’ll get you a slice of the pizza that had just arrived. you give him a sweet smile and say thank you, he just nods.

scumbag!megumi who’s sitting so close to you, you can smell his cologne. you’re getting dizzy from the proximity of how close he is. you think you might faint. you decide to lean your head on his shoulder and his heart thumps wildly in his ribs.

scumbag!megumi who’s hand is right next to yours, your fingers brushing each others constantly. he rubs his pinky on yours, you don't retract so he takes it as a win. he finally gets the balls to hold your hand when you jump, being scared from the movie. you’re both blushing, but no one seems to notice because of how dark it is.

scumbag!megumi who offers to drive you home after you watch about 5 different movies. it was now rounding 3 in the morning, yuuji and nobara were asleep on the couch which he knew they were going to sleep over, but he didn’t want to ask you if you’d like to as well, he feared he’d make you uncomfortable. you say ‘if it’s not too much trouble yes please. but i’m perfectly fine calling someone from home to pick me up!’ he waves you off, insisting that he doesn’t mind one bit.

scumbag!megumi who drives a modded 2013 dodge charger rt, it’s blacked out and loud. he opens the door for you before quickly entering the driver's side. he drives with the windows down, admiring the wind blowing through your hair. you looked absolutely stunning.

scumbag!megumi who walks you to your door whenever you reach your destination.

“i had a lot of fun tonight megs.” you smile up at him, batting your eyelashes. he still blushes when you call him that, even though it's been about over a month since you started to call him that.

he scratches the back of his neck, looking away. “yeah me too. i really like hanging out with you.” you nod and say you do too.

you step a bit closer to him, “will you text me when you get home?” he turns his head back towards you, entranced at how beautifully you’re looking up at him. he feels like the wind was knocked out of him. he nods, and slightly gulps when you lean in to him, fluttering your eyelids. his nerves kick in and his hands get sweaty, holy shit does she want me to kiss her?

he decided he’ll be brave, for once in his life he’s going to get what he wants.

he puts one hand on your waist, the other quickly being wiped off on his jeans before he places it on your cheek. your lips meet and the kiss is sweet but firm. the irony taste from his lip rings is bitter, but addicting, his lips are so soft and taste of cherries. the kiss makes your head spin, you steady yourself by putting both of your palms on his firm chest. you both pull away slightly, looking into each other's eyes before leaning back in. this time the kiss is more heated, a bit needy, a bit shy. you both finally pull away, he moves his hands to both sides of your face, thumbing your cheeks. he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll call you, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip slightly.

“okay, goodnight megs.”

“goodnight y/n”

you open the door coolly, once it’s closed, you squeal and bring a hand up to your lips, where his had just been. he hears you through the door and chuckles, walking to his car. he waits a couple of seconds before he sends you a text.

megs :)): you in bed?

y/n :3: attachment: 1 image

y/n :3: yes !!!

megs :)): good, call you when i get home.

y/n :3: okay :)))

#thinking thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #i love emos #me when i see piercings: WOOF WOOF WOOF #am barking #megumi is sweet in any universe :3 #fluff #sweet and fluffy #puppy love

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fluffygif · 2 years

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Switching teams

#puppy #dog #dogs #cute #pets #animals #funny #lol #fluffy #wholesome #barking

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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months

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This photo was life-ruining for me(and @sweatyflytrap ) honestly....

#wanna make a comp of bahrain 2010 for both seb and nando tbh #probably seperate but #there was something in the air that weekend!!!!#i was religiously looking through seb pics from this race the other month to draw statue seb #and was super enamored w him aasjkfkgl but didnt look too much depeer cause i didnt wanna spoil the podium #and then i finally got here and damn nando looked fucking majestic on the podium #like i was absolutely dying making those gifs bcs he just looked so beautiful #<- i actually made a comp of all the close up shots bcs bark bark bark 😵‍💫😵‍💫#AND THEN I GO LOOK UP THE PICS AND MY GOD 🫠🫠 LIFE RUINING #this pic is from before race day obviously but like smth was in the air no?????#all the podium pics live in my head rent free. golden and shining and beautiful #but i also downloaded like...100 pics of him from this race so jusy this one seemed pretty baseline to post #but just know. bahrain 2010. haunts me.#as i said im so irritated it wasnt a vett/onso podium bcs my god both of them were slaying that wknd #well yeha. there's my rant. maybe ill make a comp :)#smth also that i find funny is that he was pretty stubbly for the whole wknd but then #shows up for the race itself smooth like a dolphin....HE KNEW!!! HE KNEW HE HAD TO SLAY!!! HE KNEW HE WAS GONNA BE ON THAT TOP STEP #*lmao maybe my comp post would be titled: 'pics from the 2010 bahrain gp that were life changing'#im looking back at the podium pics rn and its just insane how youthful and bright and pretty he looks #also abt this specific pic. his lashes his big cow eyes his pink lips his fluffy hair GODDDDDDDDS #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #we do a little bit of f1 #2010 bahrain gp

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dawdlecentric · 4 months

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D3G_Takahashi you are the boniji artist ever 💗💛

Their art really make me feel like this every time

I haven't seen all of their boniji/BTR art yet but these are my favorites so far (tho tbh I love all of their art!)

Source under the cut

#every time they upload boniji fanart I squeal and giggle and kick my legs and punch the air and throw up and explode #their art is just SOOO CUTE!!! and so wholesome!!!#and it's nice that they upload pretty consistently and when they do it makes my day and always put a smile on my face :)))#there are some okay boniji artists on twt but they're my favorite #and I followed them the moment I found their art when I was scouring boniji fanart there #and afaik they don't make sus fanart which is kinda my ick to some BTR artists on twt #so it's pretty refreshing to find an artist who makes fluffy wholesome fanarts #like it's so charming that they captured the highschool sweethearts/crush feeling #and the occasional domestic bliss so well on their boniji art it's so friggin sweet!!#also they like to draw Nijika with tsuchinoko!Bocchi often which I find precious xD #gosh I wish I could express my admiration for their art but my jp is not that great #and I feel self conscious if I comment some English gibberish gushing over their art #I'm just sooo normal abt their bnj art (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠) *barking biting snarling going around in circles foams at the mouth*#ALSO! ALSO!! THEY AND OTHER BNJ ARTISTS ARE SELLING BNJ DOUJINS/ZINES SINCE DEC31 AND I WANTED SO BAD TO BUY IT 😩😫😭😭IF NOT ALL OF THE ARTIS #but I never ordered/don't know how to order stuff from JP before and even if I knew I'm broke af 😔#*sigh* oh well I'll guess I'll wait- HOPE that someone who bought it will translate it and upload it to dynasty scans someday :')🤞🤞

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grizzly-bear-official · 1 year

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may i have some very cute fluffy bear photos plz?

absolutely :]

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#brown bears #sloth bears #spectacled bears #ask #bear barks #hope you enjoy these fluffy dudes!

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aetherarf · 1 year

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REQUESTED BY @ladyqinn

[[ Summary: Scaramouche is a puppet, with the joints and features of one. With a false skin to make him less terrifying to commonfolk, he was able to pretend he did not. But sometimes he cannot don it, and he fears what you'll think of him. ]]

[[ Word Count: 2'110 ]]

Scaramouche was not known for being a patient man, nor a kind man, barely even a human at all.

And when things like this happened, he wanted to completely lose it.

A mission went bad, and the familiar beast of the Snezhnayan frost shredded at him- Thankfully he wasn't injured, but...

That was his own porcelain flesh, meant to be sturdy and unbreakable. But he had a second flesh- It was uncomfortable and smothering, numbing his senses, but it looked human. Perfectly human. Thus, he was not seen as such a freakish outsider.

That's what Dottore told him, anyway.

He tossed it away, knowing he wouldn't need anymore, but-

He couldn't go out until he got a new set! While he hated it, and the nights his beloved wasn't home with him, he could peel it off and relax, as sensitive as his porcelain flesh had become, without being smothered alive by his own skin.

"I don't care, you have my measurements, and it's your fault for sending me out into this frozen hellscape anyway!"

Chattering on the other end of the line, you walked into the house, shutting the door behind you. It was as cold as always, but at least somewhat sunny, and no wind stronger than a mild breeze. You took off your gloves but rubbed your hands together to lessen the numbing cold, pulling off your coat and hanging it up...

And you saw Scaramouche with his back to the door, wearing a large outdoor coat. Was he really so cold? The fireplace wasn't even lit...

Your gaze fell down to his legs, his ankles, and you saw that something was off. His skin was paler than usual- a notable feat, as he already had quite pale skin, but this wasn't just pale, it was an expansive sheet of white snow that had not been tread upon, untouched. Unmarried.

To his ankles themselves, though, while still a snowy white, there were ball joints, with the faintest hint of purple tendons holding onto it, to manipulate the joints and be manipulated.

"You're not the one without skin! If I'm not at the next meeting tell Pierro yourself!" Scaramouche shouted into the phone before hanging it up with a slam, breathing heavily in anger, turning to the side before-

He stared at you- You could see how his skin was paler, and how it was flush, likely just from cold nipping his delicate features, and the blush more distinctive from the thinner skin, his eyes wide in shock,

"You-" You could see as he hesitated, swallowing, throat bobbing- There was a line over his throat, connecting his head to his torso. Suddenly, he bunched up the coat around his neck and scampered away, "Shoo! I'm not decent! Get a hotel, I am not to be seen!" He shouted as he ran off to your shared room. You couldn't help but just stand there, stunned as you watched him run off to the hallway.

What was that?

After recovering from it, you walked back to the bedroom, grabbing the handle and seeing it was locked- But you knew just as well as him that it unlocked with little more than a coin slipped into the thin keyhole and twisted. If the door opened...

Then that was his odd way of saying I want you here. He never dare request something, in fear it would be rejected, but he gave openings. If you couldn't follow, then it was because he didn't want you to. If you could, then he wanted you to.

He wanted to be chased. He wanted to be wanted.

With a swift twist, the door creaked open, and you saw a miserable pile of bedding and a large, fluffy coat,

"I'm not to be seen!" Scaramouche shouted from underneath it, and you took a step forward.

"... What's so wrong?" You asked, "You don't look bad."

"Bad? I look like- like a freak!" He shouted in dismay, his head pounding in distress, wanting this whole anxiety to be over.

"You look odd, but not a freak." You argued, and he hesitated, panting lightly,

"You don't know what I actually look like. You won't want to know."

"I saw enough." You responded, "I'd like to see more, actually."

"You're lying!" He accused, not knowing what else to respond with.

"I'm not! I- You don't even know about my skin!"

"I heard you say something like that when I came in." You said, "A false set you wear?" You asked, putting two and two together.

"Why didn't you announce that you were home?!"

"I did."

Completely out of options, Scaramouche stayed there, hidden. It was getting uncomfortable with the lack of air and his hot breath making it muggy, but-

What could he do? Lose you because of something he couldn't control? That he-

That he was like this? That he wasn't human, scaring off people time and time again, only donning himself in a disgusting, rubbery suit that would make him look human, knowing the pain of when his joints pinched and he couldn't react, couldn't let a single microexpression free, and hope he could get to the bathroom without being seen, peel it off to fix the one small inch of pain, straining his whole body with the constant pressure that was required to make him look human?

It was too late to say it wasn't an actual thing, and he hadn't lied to you. He didn't want you to know, ever, ideally.

But it was happening.

"... Fine," He said, feeling his throat tighten uncomfortable, "Fine!" He threw the blankets off of himself, the coat, everything. He hadn't bothered to redress, his clothes were destroyed with his skin, only donning the cloak because he needed to be semi decent. He ignored it all and sat up, throwing his arms to the side, staring you dead in the eye.

"See? I lied to you, I'm a freak. Happy? I'll go get my new skin and get out of your life now-"

"Wait, Kuni."

He froze and closed his eyes.

He hated that name, but you said it in such a way that was so soft and sweet that he couldn't hate it. He couldn't keep being so upset, at least, for a brief moment.

With his eyes closed, he felt you slowly crawl onto the bed, and reach to his chest, your fingertips trailing over the center of his chest, with the long-since-removed emblem of Electro still having the faintest, leftover marks, your fingers trailing the curve of the porcelain scarring, if it could be considered such an organic thing.

While it was a light touch, his skin was horrifically sensitive from the need to be keenly aware of every inch of his body at all times, even through the muffling layer of false skin. It made him have to inhale deeply, so he didn't gasp at the tickling sensation.

"So this is what you meant," You whispered, "When you told me you were meant to be a puppet."

"Not exactly," Scaramouche snapped, before wanting to recoil into himself. Your hand trailed down his torso to his navel, and this time he gasped, and you quickly pulled away,

"Did-"

"I'm just sensitive. Try feeling things through a layer of rubber for years." He said sharply, "I-I was never finished. Not to the level... I would've been if I was still a puppet."

Your hand trailed down to his thighs, and he tensed them, and he heard you take in a slight breath of amazement. "... Your leg flexed."

"I'm not rigid and cold!" He snapped, "It's still flesh."

"But you are cold?" You asked innocently enough, and he exhaled sharply,

"I... Don't generate heat. I won't freeze or overheat how a human would, but I don't like how it feels." He explained, "Why are you examining me?" He realized, snapping himself shut, legs tightly pressed together and arms crossed over his chest, glaring at you, "I'm not some experiment, no matter what anyone says!"

"No! No," You said, "I just..."

His delicate porcelain flesh, cool to the touch but so responsive, every little bit carved to perfection, to create the most beautiful human silhouette, no cracks, no scratches, but alive, and not a cold, distant, and lofty machine.

Scaramouche's eyes widened upon the realization, and the slightest gasp as you grabbed his hand, pulling it towards yourself gently.

That look in your eyes was not contempt or anger, or disgust or confusion.

It was awe. Adoration.

Something...

Something he didn't know how to react to.

Nor did he know how to react to the soft, but overwhelming feeling of your lips on his wrist, the delicate purple tendons, and a kiss that only held affection and love. Nothing more. Unadulterated.

"You're perfect." You whispered, pressing several kisses to his skin, and he couldn't help but stare, his vision slowly but surely getting blurrier and blurrier,

"No." Scaramouche replied, "You're saying that so I won't leave you."

"You're beautiful," You insisted, the kisses reaching his elbow, setting your hands over his chest, and he couldn't help but gasp softly- it felt so nice, so... so cuddly. So warm.

When he had touched someone else, without that damned skin suit?! Every bit, as much and overwhelming as it felt, he wanted more, more more more more-

"I'm a freak."

"You're you," You answered, as though it needed no further explanation.

He needed so much, but he couldn't find any words, when he tried to come up with an argument, finding a way to string words together, he instead sighed at the soothing feeling of lips on his chest, his stomach, his thigh, knee, calf, ankle...

"Why-" He paused, "Why are you kissing me so damn much?!"

"Because you're letting me." He could feel the curve of your lips against his flesh, and he paused, dumbfounded,

"I-"

"Do you want me to stop?" You asked, and when he paused, trying to process the request, your hands slowly pulled away from him. In a fit of anger, he shot forward and grabbed your wrists,

"Stay. Don't you dare stop," He hissed, "Am I not a freak to you? Inhuman?"

"You're you. I don't care what you are as long as you're you. Besides..." Your hand trailed alongside his hip, and he shuddered from the slow, soothing movement, "You're beautiful. I thought you were beautiful before, but..." You looked down at him, seeing how flush he was, how he stared at you, eyes so wide and uncertain, "Now... divine isn't even a good enough way to describe you." You said with a smile, and he stared back at you, waiting so desperately that it made him look like a poor, hurt little kitten that wanted nothing more than to sob and cry and beg for attention.

"... I love you. This just makes me love you more."

Scaramouche couldn't hide his reaction but tried by putting his head in his hands, covering his face, as you heard him weep softly. Again, you didn't let him hide from you too long and delicately pried his hands away as you would delicately tug the flower bud's petals apart when it was so eager to bloom but just couldn't do it alone.

And you wiped away his tears, they were shockingly hot, even if his body didn't generate heat how a human's would, and you wiped them away from his cool skin, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, and he closed his eyes tight as you looked down at him so very fondly.

He grabbed your sides, before pausing, hesitating,

"I want to feel you." He declared, "Get these stupid clothes off," He said with tears still trickling down his cheeks, your efforts completely in vain...

But it was him, so you didn't mind at all.

Practically ripping your clothes off, he hugged you close before completely lying down on the bed, leaving you to toss the blankets before you, as his hands went up and down you,

"I can actually feel you," Scaramouche whispered, "I didn't think I'd get the chance."

"... Why?" You asked, letting your fingers run to his shoulder, feeling over the tendons, hearing his breath catch from the overwhelming sensation. Not painful, just a lot. It was good even.

"I had no intention of removing my skin around you." He admitted.

Because I didn't want you to leave me, went unsaid. I didn't want to give you an excuse to hate me.

But how could you hate someone, even if they were prickly with a delicate heart, when they were so receptive, they were so caring, so beautiful...

And so perfect?

#genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer #scaramouche #genshin wanderer #bark writes #fluffy bark #request #ladyqinn #// personally im not super into scara looking SUPER puppety #// not bad just not my vibe personally #// i hope you enjoy tho!#// i tried to look at a bunch of artworks to get a good idea how to describe things.#// but wung it in the end

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