#wanderer imagine

[genshinimpactlife]

Yahoo! Heard that you haven't received any requeats for nsfw headcanons, soo I'm coming in with a request to do Cyno, Tighnari and Wanderer. With a s/o who reads lots of erotica, has general knowledge on how to make them melt— but is rather clumsy when it comes to their own actions! Would the boys guide their s/o or watch them struggle?

Also I was wondering if I could be one of your anons👉👈

Would 🎐anon be okay?

Clumsy but Knowledgeable Reader (NSFW)

Cyno was pretty experienced when it came to having sex and knew what he was doing. He expected the same from you.

He had seen you reading erotica one too many times, and you were very open to talking about sexual things.

But he had no idea just what you would be like until the first time you two were intimate.

You were so uncoordinated. You fumbled through trying to unbutton Cynos pants.

You tried to push him down on the bed, but instead, you tripped into him, and you both tumbled down.

You almost bit him multiple times when you went down on him and choked once by trying to take too much.

Honestly, he was having a surprising amount of fun with this, an amused grin on his face the entire time.

You were trying so hard, and it was just so cute. But he couldn't let you fumble around for much longer. He wasn't cruel to you like that. So he ended up guiding you on how to suck him off properly.

With his guidance, it wasn't long until he was cumming in your mouth, and soon after, he reciprocated the favor.

Tighnari couldn't ever hold back his amused smile when the two of you became intimate.

He wasn't sure if you became flustered or were just this uncoordinated during sex. Because any other time you were not this clumsy.

He wouldn't let you into his workspace if you were like this all the time.

When you tried to take your shirt off, you somehow got it stuck over your head. Tighnari had to help you get it off.

"I swear I know what I'm doing!!"

You once asked him to try this position from an erotic novel you were reading. But you just ended up a mess of tangled limbs with Tighnari.

He always finds it amusing but immediately helps if you are struggling.

Usually, he will take over, flip you on your back and do all the work like a good boyfriend, so you don't have to struggle.

He does not help you. On the contrary, he loves watching you struggle.

"You were talking such a big game earlier, and now you can barely ride me without fumbling."

He will degrade you every time you are clumsy. He finds it hysterical how knowledgeable you are while being so uncoordinated.

"Oh, can my dumb baby not figure it out?"

Yet praises always slip past his lips when you get the hang of things.

If you're having a particularly bad night, he will take over with a huff, telling you he doesn't have time for this.

Even though he acts like he's annoyed by it, he's not. He adores seeing you like this.

Of course you can! I added you to my Emoji anon list <3 I hope you enjoy!

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[silence-burns]

Scaramouche (Wanderer): touch 

Fandom: Genshin Impact 

Wanderer wasn't used to touch in general. 

Years of Dottore's experiments had left him feeling violated and raw and despising anyone's touch because for the longest time it was followed only by pain and torment.

He despised the whole concept of physical affection, even once he grew attached to you. Wanderer joined your party already torn between enjoying your presence and knowing that emotions were precisely what made him weak even in his original creator's eyes.

So the first time you pat his arm without thinking much about it, he froze. 

Not that it hurt - quite the opposite, actually. It was a surprise, but he was…fine with it? 

He might've flinched initially, but would work on pretending not to be bothered. Your hands were always gentle towards him and never caused him any pain. He figured that if he didn't shoo you away, you'd continue to leave small touches here and there. And that was something he was growing to enjoy.

Wanderer often thought about those moments of shared vulnerability when your hand brushed his, even accidentally, and for a few moments he could feel the warmth of your skin.

He wouldn't admit it, though. If you ever pointed out how he didn't move out of your way, he'd just call you clumsy or blind. 

The changes were gradual and took a lot of time during your travels. He'd have to figure out what he actually liked and how much he was willing to trust you.

Wanderer enjoyed the way you touched him. Sometimes you'd brush a single fingertip over his skin and paint strange, mindless patterns over it. His skin was smooth and colder to the touch than you'd expect, but not in an unpleasant way.

Sometimes you'd use your hands, combing through his hair in those rare moments when you thought he was asleep and wouldn't mind. Wanderer didn't mind even when he was conscious but pretended not to be. He couldn't understand it, but there was something soothing in that motion and the realization that even if he truly fell asleep at one point, he wouldn't wake up alone and uncared for.

Tenderness was a new concept for him. He saw it in the way you'd patch up his wounds, making sure to clean them up without causing him pain. In the way you'd bandage him up, brushing his skin gently and making sure he'd heal up properly. In the way you'd later check on him, ask how he felt and sometimes also tell him off for being reckless. He'd banter with you as always, calling you a mother hen, but deep inside his empty chest, something warm would flicker.

Scaramouche was a puppet and so was Wanderer. He was aware of the differences between him and anyone else, and for the longest time despised them with a fury. 

He wasn't sure why or when it happened, but his fury calmed under your touch and through the way you looked at those parts. It smoothed out the edges his anger kept sharp, and healed what he thought would always stay broken. 

And that's how the Wanderer found himself on most of the nights, entangled with your body pressed tightly into his, and for the first time in a very long while, didn't feel any cold.

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[minimujina]

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ

scara drabble turned emotional, not clickbait🔥had to put a readmore cause it got long, i didnt fkn plan this

thinking violently about taking care of scara’s wounds even though he’s not human and they’re literally going to fix themselves (let’s just. go with that. since idk how his body actually works LMFAOO). and he doesn’t even have the heart to tell you the first time you see him lightly injured—he tries to, really, but he can hardly get a word in with how firmly you insist on patching him up. he can’t find it in himself to interject with the real reason he’d be fine without your help, because good god you’re just so stubborn—and normally he wouldn’t give a lick about something as trivial as the feelings of a sentimental human, but there’s a part of him that finds it.. sweet, the way you care so much. even though it’s actually for no reason. even though this “purpose” you’ve found—following him around to take care of him when he gets hurt—is actually pointless in a way. even though he could spare both you and him extra work by telling you.

he just cant find it in himself to be the one to deflate you. he could deflate anyone, anyone at all—but not you. never you. somehow, you’re special. there is something about you that makes insults catch in his throat and ugly comments die before they even become a wisp of a thought.

your earnest gaze as you rush for him when his porcelain skin has been blemished—that, in particular, feels strangely familiar to him, but he does not know why. and your unabashed naivety irks him in a way, but it’s also one of the sole reasons he could not possibly ruin the moments between you two where you are touching him so gently and so lovingly, the only sounds being being the rustling of bandages and the chirping of insects, his leg bouncing violently and stomach playing jumprope at the feeling of your soft fingers ghosting over his artificial skin and his artificial wounds. your palms are sweaty as you work and your breathing is a bit loud, but he could not possibly care about anything less. things that would piss him off if done by anyone else—existing, for example, or any of the former mentioned “imperfections”—could pass very easily if the person was you.

and then there’s the selfish part of him, the part that can’t tell you because he would then be forced to forfeit those special moments of intimacy he had not experienced the likes of since his first breath of life. he wants you so selfishly; he sees no reason to squish your good, false faith while losing you in the process. that’s just a lose-lose scenario. what would he gain in return—a real relationship? pah. with relationships come suffering, and the fact that it is all entirely out of his control makes his empty chest convulse a bit.

he figured it’s alright to live a little white, harmless lie. it meant he could be close to you, it meant he could keep you around without being blatantly obvious about his affection (read: he could beat around the bush for as long as possible). he could avoid his feelings while still reaping the benefit of your presence.

but oh, trust me, it will certainly bite him in the ass eventually. he can’t run forever. you’ll get tired; you’ll think he’s sick of you. that he hates you. that he doesn’t want you around—he doesn’t need you.

and it’s true, actually, that he doesn’t need you.

however, there is a point to be made about relationships out of need versus relationships out of choice.

wouldn’t it be such a beautiful thing for him to finally stop pretending he only has you around because of necessity? if he makes it known that no, this is a choice that i am making—i am choosing to love you—his chest will be left wide open in all its empty glory, where there is no heart, but instead a vulnerable child. he’d be left with nothing but the hope that you will respond with grace, and that terrifies him.

and no, he is certainly not sick of you, nor does he hate you. he wants nothing more than you, than your presence. he wants everything to do with you. he wants you more than anything he’s ever wanted in his miserable, pathetic life, if it could even be called a life.

but does he need you? no.

and you know what’s so fascinating? he has not needed you all this time, and yet he’s kept you around. isn’t that interesting?

he chose you from the beginning with the guise of necessity. he pretended that it was because he needed it, needed you, needed your help—because somehow the idea that it was a choice made entirely of his own volition, for literally no reason other than he liked you, is absolutely mortifying. the last time he made such a choice, it destroyed him.

how is he supposed to justify keeping you around if he doesn’t even have a reason for it other than the butterflies in his artificial stomach? how can he justify it with his mere feelings?

his feelings make him weak. his feelings are the reason he was cast away in the first place.

it’s so much easier to pretend he’s detached. but detachment means he will only ever feel your artificial touch on his artificial skin, and nothing more. your well-intentioned hands on his fake skin, on his fake wounds. the porcelain cracks are spreading quickly, and he will do nothing about it.

the saddest part about all of it is the fact that he thinks he has to justify his feelings to anyone at all. he does not know what it means to do anything without immediately thinking about how to explain it should someone question him.

what he needs is not you. what he needs is to stop treating you like you’re a ghost from his past who will echo the aches and pains of all the people who hurt him. he can choose you in his mind, but if he holds you at an arm’s distance and does nothing about that choice, it will then mean nothing.

what he needs is to stop wishing he could have you without exposing himself in the process.

if he is to have you, he will be vulnerable with you. there is no choice in that matter. but what he does not understand is that such vulnerability is not dangerous if it’s you he’s with.

so that’s the one thing that you can do to help him—you must not only tell him, but show him, that you are not going to leave him at the drop of a hat if he is anything more than apathetic. that’s it. your only job will be to show him you are safe. that’s all you can do.

and then you must wait for him to believe you.

it’s not your job to fix him. and he can’t sit around and wait for someone to be his savior, the yin to his yang, the angel who will purify his sin. you cannot be any of that. nobody can.

but what you can be is his safe place, his heart, his joy, his lover. you can be—you are—the only one who is able to receive his angst and transform it into understanding. you can choose to love him, not because you need him, but because you want him, amidst all of his angst and suffering.

so that’s his job—realizing it’s possible that you could ever choose him, not of need, but of want, despite everything about him that is less than desirable. despite how difficult it will be. he already knows he’s chosen you, that’s not the hard part—he doesn’t have difficulty believing the lovability of others. the hard part is believing the lovability of himself.

and even when he finally accepts that you want him, even after he tells you the reason he does not need you to fix his injuries, you are still there to lovingly wrap a cloth around his fake, weeping skin.

he does not need you, and yet you remain, because you’ve made your choice—it doesn’t matter whether he needs you or not. he will have you because you chose to give yourself to him.

you will take care of his body not because you need to, but because you want to. you will love him simply because you can.

it’ll take him some time to understand that, but he’ll get there, i promise. please do be patient.

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[fluffnari]

HEY i saw someone request saying that your requests are open so here i spawned

I was thinking scaramouche and reader cuddling scenarios idk why i just idk just little scenarios of what its like to cuddle him idk idk feel free to write anything u like no pressure

Dont overwork urself <3

HELLO! Thank you for requesting :) My brain rn is filled with nothing but Scaramouche. And for anyone reading this, yes, requests are open :)

Scaramouche acts like he hates the thought of cuddling, but the second you snuggle up to him, feel the comfort that your body heat brings him. He gives in.

Scaramouche will push you away at first but doesn't have the heart to deny you. He'll open his arms with an annoyed expression, welcoming you in. Once in his arms, Scara will hold you tightly, the subtle fear of letting go of you one day and never returning. Makes him hold you just that much tighter.

Scaramouche that when he is drained will act without restraint. Automatically seeking you out and crawling into your arms, wanting to be held too close to you.

Scaramouche, who prefers to be the one holding you, can't help but want the comfort of you holding him so tightly to you, hands brushing through his hair when his sins become too much to bear. When the memories of a past that no longer exists haunt his mind.

Scaramouche feels like he can't love you the way a human can. The words elude him even when you express them. But like this? Entwined together underneath the stars, the actions he does screams, "I love you".

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[june-again]

SUMERU: # when you tell them you see them as a “main character.” (4/4)

content: voiceline style responses. crack & flattery fic. slight spoilers for sumeru archon quest.

__alhaitham ㅤ “...is that supposed to be a compliment? listen, i don’t like being in the spotlight and i don’t want to be important to anyone but you. … oh, that’s what you were trying to say? i still think you’ve misapplied the term.”

__candace ㅤ “of what story? if you mean of my own… isn’t that how it works? but in general, i don’t try to stand out like that.”

__collei ㅤ “oh, um… is this because of my spontaneous recovery? tighnari says it makes me a bit of a special case, but I'm not sure it's to that extent. i—i appreciate the compliment, of course.”

__cyno ㅤ “are you trying to tell me i remind you of that one cartoon again? yu-ji-oh, or something? collecting cool cards doesn’t make me a main character, you know. but i’ll accept your compliment, if that’s what it is supposed to be.”

__dehya ㅤ “really? haha, that’s sweet of you. i don’t think mercs make for the most heroic of main characters, and i don’t think my story is all that special, but you’re real nice to say that.”

__dori ㅤ “it would suit a main character to be rich, no? i don’t think i’m quiiiiite there. perhaps you can support your idea… financially, hm?”

__faruzan ㅤ “it is only fitting for you to see me in such a way. as your senior with a past shrouded in darkness, as well as being the brightest scholar of haravatat, i cannot be compared to another in teyvat. that makes for a sufficient protagonist, doesn’t it?”

__kaveh ㅤ “i—i’m not sure what it is that you want from me. you better just ask it straightforwardly, since i’d rather not think about my existentialism first thing in the morning.”

__layla ㅤ “oh… a couple different peers of mine have also said i act like one. it doesn’t sound like a good thing.”

__nahida ㅤ “it is not the archon’s duty to be the main character in her land’s story. i only hope to allow more stories to sprout.”

__tighnari ㅤ “forgive my disagreement, but i think it naive to believe there are main characters in this world. stories are meant to inspire, and so if i am inspiring to you, i thank you for the compliment. but i am no more important than the creatures and plants and skies of teyvat.”

__wanderer ㅤ “are you scared of saying something of importance, or do you really just have nothing important to say? don’t insist upon trivial things like that.”

author’s note: thanks for reading! if you enjoyed, consider reblogging <3

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[sesshous]

what’s blue, has multiple... 'layers' and... has a connection with a dendro archon? (hint: it may or may not be some kind of vegetation, or a guy with a very subjective personality) [wanderer x reader]

summary: the mysterious guy doesn't have a name, so you try and come up with one for him

genre: fluff(?), crack (no prns)

a/n: reader is a lil ditzy(i based reader off my genshin oc sorry lmao), my jab at trying (keyword: trying) to be funny, wanderer is kinda a dick but when is he not? ending is also kinda lame womp womp

“but if i had to give you a name, what would you want to be called?”

“like i said before, i don’t care what you call me. are you hard of hearing, or do you just not pay attention?”

“this guy truly was something else.” you thought. “not dressed as a sumeru native, having a really rude grumpy personality and now he won’t tell you his name, because he doesn’t have one? is this guy serious?”

“fine then! what about…” analysing his appearance once more, your eyes widened as something clicked in your head. “wait! hold on, you know what you remind me of?” perking up at him. you could already tell that he was going to be annoyed by what you were going to tell him. he let out a sigh, “what do i remind you of?”

“you remind me of some of sumeru’s native plants!”

“…what?” 

“your whole colour scheme is blue! and some of sumeru’s native plants are blue! i can call you rukkhashava, because you look like rukkhashava mushroom! no wait- what about kalpalata? because of the petals- but wait! the petals of a nilotpala are really pretty…i could call you nilo- no, nevermind, someone is already pretty popular with that name…” complete silence from him. you didn’t even notice his blank stare due to your rambling. 

the way you talk about it makes it sounds like you’ve make the biggest and greatest discovery in all of teyvat. right now he feels as though a floating fungus would have more brains than you. well, he guess it was a change from people calling him ‘hat guy’ all the time-

“i can’t decide on what i wanna call you… oh well, for the time being, i’ll just call you ‘hat guy’!” anddd there it was. he scoffs and rolls his eyes at you.

“hmph, whatever.”

“humans are never the most creative creatures, are they?” 

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[azullumi]

wanderer — kisszoned ☆彡

summary — what happens when the line of being friends has been crossed and the distance between you two has closed?

pairing — wanderer/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, they're friends, no dialogues just feelings and words; drabble

word count — 554

a/n — a little something before i go prepare for church, not proofread at all

it was sudden, something that you completely haven't and never expected to happen during your lifetime— feeling your dear friend's lips against yours, responding and kissing back, as you tangled your finger in his soft locks.

was it surprising? yes. do you hate it? no. could you say that the events beforehand lead you to this situation? somewhat. the distance that closed and disappeared after some time between you two, the amount of times wherein either of you brushed against the other accidentally—hiding the intentions of wanting to feel one's skin, the silence that reigned but still wanting to talk to each other, the intense and heavy atmosphere, and everything.

did he kiss you because the situation called for it? you hope not. wanderer may be an asshole at times but he's not the type to ever do that. hopefully.

if you were sane enough right as of this moment, you wouldn't be kissing him, you wouldn't even be doing this, but fuck, you were never sane and you just didn't care about anything. all you're thinking about is what is happening right now, how soft and sweet his lips are and how it molded against yours in such a perfect manner. you've had thoughts of how his lips would taste or how soft it really feels and you never thought that those will be answered. not even once.

it was evident from the hunger on his lips that he wanted more and he wanted to feel it all but he was hesitating, holding himself back, and so were you. you will never know what will happen as soon as the moment comes wherein the two of you would part from each other, you could never tell if those feelings are going to be hidden and replaced or will you go beyond the line set in your current relationship. despite how everything that it is, you could never say if the loud thumping of your heart was due to fear or excitement.

he groans against your mouth, tensing up and feeling his grip on the back of your hair tighten, his eyebrows knitting when you accidentally bite on the bottom of his lip. you squeezed his shoulder lightly as a small gesture of sorry and you immediately noticed him relax soon after. 

the kiss that was once fervent, hot and burning like fire soon turned to gentle and soothing, kindness being felt and only having the thoughts of savoring this moment, however, the desire was still much there. silent confessions being conveyed by the gentleness of one another’s lips against another, feelings that you have never known existed bubbled up against your throat and being communicated through one’s soft caresses, words being spilled against each other’s mouths.

you've known him only as a friend up until this moment when you felt his lips against yours, soft and gentle, passionate and comforting, you could never deny the affection that lingers at the caress of his fingers on your cheek and the love that laces his lips, you don't think you'll ever be able to look at him the same way as you did moments before this.

you've known him only as a friend and now that image has shattered and the boundary between you two has blurred to nothing, what do you two have now?

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[kyuuppi]

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader (gn)

Contents: established relationship; fluff; Wanderer uses demeaning names for Reader (but still loves them); soft Wanderer; bad at feelings Wanderer; consumption of fish

Word Count: 1.4k

Scaramouche would have never imagined that he would be here.

Then again, there were many aspects of Wanderer's life that Scaramouche would have never imagined. Like this moment now, bustling around the tiny kitchen of a cozy apartment and impatiently glancing at the clock every few seconds. He stirs away at a bubbling pot of pasta to ensure it doesn’t burn on the bottom but remains warm enough to serve when you finally arrive.

Speaking of which where the fuck are you, you promised you’d be home early today— he had made sure of it before you left this morning. But’s already half past six and you’re usually home by six fifteen so you probably forgot and now his plans are ruined and—

The obnoxiously familiar jingle of keys followed by the squeak of the front door interrupts Wanderer’s thoughts. His shoulders slightly droop with relief as he turns off the stove bringing the pot over to the neatly arranged dining room table to finally plate the meal. 

“Took you long enough,” Wanderer says as if it were a proper greeting. And perhaps for him, it may as well be.

As usual, his sharp words fall off your back like water, much too used to his pissy attitudes by now, several years into knowing each other and nearly a year into a romantic relationship. 

“Sorry,” you huff out as you finally shrug the heavy tote bag off your shoulder. 

“I ran into Tigh on the way back from the market while I was picking up some new books,” you begin to explain as you shuffle into the dining area. 

“He said he was looking for spices Collei requested for her new recipe. Oh, have you ever had her pita pockets before? I know you’re picky about food but they’re actually really good and I think you– whoa … what is this? ”

Your story is cut short as you finally seem to take in the setting before you. As your eyes dart across the table your mouth falls open, appearance akin to that of a goldfish. If he weren’t so uncharacteristically nervous, Wanderer might have laughed at you for how dumb you look. 

But instead, he silently places the emptied pot in the sink, uncaring of the intimidatingly large pile of dirty dishes—he’ll get to those later. 

With quick strides, he returns to the dining table, taking a seat in front of one of the two plates of steaming rosé pasta, violet eyes seeming to glow in the dim candlelight as he shoots you an expectant look. 

“What does it look like, dumbass? It’s a candlelit dinner,” Wanderer sneers, “now hurry the fuck up and eat before it gets cold. I put a lot of effort in this shit, y’know.”

As Wanderer stabs a picks up a bundle of spaghetti noodles with his chopsticks you seem to finally regain your wits, forcing yourself to move and take a seat as you glance between the crystal vase at the center of the table, filled with deep red dendrobrium accented by thin branches of sakura bloom, the dancing flames of the osmanthus-scented candles placed strategically around the room, and the generous helping of what appeared to be cod roe pasta with rosé sauce plated on the finest china you two owned–a housewarming gift from Zhongli. It most certainly is the epitome of a candlelit dinner if anyone had ever seen one. 

Wanderer tries to look unaffected as he digs into his own dinner but he finds himself tensing as you promptly take your first bite. You hardly even chew it before your eyes close in bliss and you moan out words of praise that make his chest burn with something akin to pride. 

"Your cooking is always so amazing,” you proclaim.

"This is nothing special. Any fool could make a decent pasta," Wanderer shrugs off.

He hopes his ears don’t look as red as they feel as he hurriedly shovels more pasta in his mouth just to have something else to focus on. Praise was something he had always sought–whether from his creator or a nameless mass of devout followers. It made him feel powerful, above all others, like an archon .

And yet, somehow, praise from you felt completely different. Your praises sent a flutter through his chest cavity that he was sure should not be physically possible. Rather than feeling stronger than anyone else, your praises made him feel just strong enough . Just worthy enough to exist, to atone for his sins, to stand beside you. And he thinks the most disturbing part of it all is how satisfied he is with just that. A vengeful, artificial god who once dreamed of ruling all of Teyvat now equally happy just being by your side–what a strange joke.

"But," you hesitantly start, breaking Wanderer from his self-reflections, "what's all of this for?"

His reply is simple, "today is the day of that silly holiday mortals celebrated in your world, isn't it."

You nearly choke on a noodle at the implication.

“We're celebrating Valentine's Day ?"

Wanderer shoots you an annoyed glare at your incredulous tone before abruptly pulling away from the dining table and approaching your side instead. You’re still seated and gaping at him like an idiot with a pair of chopsticks in your hand, a clump of noodles limply hanging off of them. 

"Of course,” he answers smoothly, “we're a couple now, aren't we? And you're quite lucky because my generosity today does not end with dinner."

Wanderer kneels down on one knee before you, a sight no one in Teyvat or even worlds beyond could have ever imagined possible for the egotistical puppet obsessed with the notion of reaching godhood. 

But Wanderer was no longer that vengeful Balladeer anymore. He is merely a wanderer, living as a mortal alongside the person who was somehow able to capture his nonexistent heart and give his life a newfound meaning filled with simple joys he never thought possible. And now, he can only hope to return just a fraction of the happinesses you have given him in the form of a little black velvet box. 

You audibly gasp when he pulls the small box out of his pants pocket, holding it out in front of you and opening it to reveal a silver ring. In the center of the thin metal band sits a decently sized diamond, accented with small amethyst gems that sparkle under the flickering candle light and remind you of the eyes of the man himself.

"Before you get the wrong idea–this isn't a proposal or anything," Wanderer grumbles, avoiding eye contact as his cheeks flush.

"it's just…a placeholder. I'll give you the real one in a few years." 

The last part is mumbled in such a low tone you would have missed it had you not been seated right in front of him.

Slowly–just long enough to have Wanderer’s stomach churning with his anxiety and second-guessing his every decision–your brain catches up and a slow grin splits across your face.

"Thank you, Kuni... it's beautiful," you whisper, eyes watery.

The use of his original names seems to amplify the intimacy of the moment. Wordlessly, Wanderer stands from his kneeled position, plucking the small piece of jewelry from the box and taking your hand with an unexpected gentleness. 

He slides the cool metal on your finger—the fourth finger of your left hand. 

For a moment, you both admire it in awe. He can’t help the first thought that pops into his head, the thought that it suits you. 

Like was always meant to be there. 

Like how he was always meant to be here, with you.

"I love you," you murmur. 

When he turns to look at you, he finds you already staring up at him, all soft smiles and twinkling eyes, as if he had personally hung the moon in the sky. As if he was the most important person in your world. As if his worth far exceeds anything he was created for and anything he imagined for himself thereafter. 

Wanderer doesn't say anything but he firmly squeezes your hand and brushes his thumb against the new ring on your delicate finger.

A placeholder. 

#better late than never LOL #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenario #scaramoche imagine #scaramouche scenario #wanderer imagine #wanderer scenario #kyuuppi.event

[captaincryolicious]

tattoo artist scaramouche

scaramouche/wanderer x gn!reader

summary ; you decide to finally get a tattoo, and it turns out that your tattoo artist is super pretty. though he is a little mean at first, you soon get to see through the cracks of his outer shell.

format ; oneshot, 2,6k

cw ; scara being a bit mean, kinda ooc scara, modern au, tattoo artist au, use of scara's real name (kunikuzushi)

zep's note ; i'm not entirely satisfied with this but yeah it's whatever i guess haha

content under the cut | masterlist

Your body was rigid with stress when you stepped inside, the soft jingle above the door making your arrival known – it was impossible to back out now without looking like an absolute fool in front of the artists employed by the tattoo shop you just walked into. Your tense fist clutched the strap of your bag tightly, your knuckles pale under the pressure. Up until a few minutes ago, you genuinely thought it was a good idea to get a tattoo. You had been confident, but it all diminished rapidly as soon as you had placed your hand on the door handle. Now you were hesitating, many doubts pestering your mind. 

Would it hurt?

Would you regret it, once it was done? 

Would it be awkward to have a stranger – albeit a tattoo artist – so close to you?

You fought to put those thoughts aside. They weren’t welcome in your consciousness right now. It was too late. anyway. You were inside, and the guy behind the counter just laid his eyes upon you. If you were to turn around and dash out of the shop, he would judge you so hard. No, you had to preserve your dignity. Besides, you really wanted that tattoo, regardless of what your doubts tried to tell you. You gathered all the smidges of bravery you could find and took somewhat confident strides until you stood in front of the counter. 

     “Good afternoon, how can I help you?” the blond guy asked. He offered you a friendly smile, which was a stark contrast with the harsh interior of the small shop. 

It was dark in the front of the shop, the only illumination coming from a few industrial light bulbs that gave off a warm yellow-ish hue. Only in the back burned a sharp, bright light that reflected on the red-and-black tiled floor. It was the part of the shop where several tattoo chairs stood lined up. You quickly averted your gaze, not quite ready to look at that area yet. Like a magnet, your eyes were pulled towards the walls. They were completely covered in countless drawings and designs, some simple and bold and others very intricate. Obviously, they were done by very skilled artists, and you looked at them in awe. The neatly folded piece of paper suddenly seemed to burn in your pocket; it was a small tattoo you drew by yourself. You were satisfied with the outcome, but now you couldn’t help but compare it to the pieces on the walls. You shook off the feeling, turning to face the guy behind the counter. 

     “Hello, I have a tattoo appointment scheduled at three,” you told him, mustering a smile in return. 

He checked something on the laptop that stood in front of him, his eyes reading over something on the screen before he hummed in affirmation. 

     “Alright, Kunizukushi is waiting for you,” he said, getting up from the tall stool and opening a small gate in the counter that would allow you to enter the back of the shop, where the tattoo chairs and equipment stood lined up. 

Some of the chairs were occupied, and most of the customers were talking nonchalantly with the artist who leaned over a part of their body with utter concentration. Only one of them, a young female, had her lips tightly pressed together in what seemed like pain, and you felt an even stronger pull of fear in your stomach. Still, you persevered, following the blonde guy as he guided you to a chair in the far back of the shop. There stood an empty chair waiting for you, and a guy – you assumed he would be the one tattooing you – sat with his back towards you as he prepared his gear. You only saw his deep purple hair, swaying softly with every movement he made on his stool. So that was the guy you had to trust, the guy you would allow to mark you with permanent ink. The blonde male wished you good luck and headed back to the counter, and you stood there awkwardly. 

     “Sit down,” the purple-haired artist commanded without turning around. 

You obliged, taking a seat in the large leather tattoo chair. Your body was rigid with stress, and you didn’t lay down. You weren’t ready for that yet. If any, you would procrastinate that very moment for as long as you could. Lying down meant that you were about to get inked and you had yet to wrap your mind around that. It was getting awfully real now but you didn’t quite realize the depth of the situation yet. You knew it – you were about to ink something into your skin permanently, which was quite a big deal – but it didn’t dawn upon yet. Blame it on the nerves, you thought. 

     “So, did you get tattooed before or is it a first for you?” the male inquired, taking the tattoo machine and finally whirling around on his spinning stool. His violet eyes found you, and the intensity of his gaze had you sucking in a breath. 

God, couldn’t they have given you a nicer-looking artist? He was undeniably pretty, with his sharp and fine features, but the scowl on his face made it look like he personally despised you. It made you shift awkwardly as you replied. 

     “It’s my first,” you admitted.

     “Alright, then let me get you through the basics,” he said, sounding bored already. He started talking, not taking his eyes off you as he explained to you everything that you needed to know before getting your first tattoo. His words made your head spin in fear and confusion, especially when he spoke about matters such as needles, permanent ink, and the most feared but also most inevitable one; ‘it’ll hurt’. What had you gotten yourself into? Was it too late to back out?

     “Do you have a design in mind?” the artist asked. Yep, it was too late.

Nodding, you took the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket. It used to be folded neatly, but not much was left from the clean and sharp lines across the drawing. Instead, the paper was laced with tiny wrinkles. A little ashamed, you handed it to the artist, hoping that the messy folds wouldn’t ruin the design you worked so hard on.

     “Hm,” he hummed, taking the piece of paper from your hand. “Decent. Who drew this?” 

     “I did,” you replied. 

As expected, he didn’t reply to that. He kept himself busy with preparing his tools, and you tried your best not to be too intimidated by the ink gun in his gloved hands. That proved itself to be quite a challenge, though, for everything inside this tattoo shop managed to intimidate you – maybe most of all the artist who was about to mark you with permanent ink. There was something about him that reminded you of a thunderstorm; beautiful but terrifying. It was a little scary that you had to put your faith in him. 

     “Where do you want your tattoo?” he questioned.

     “Here,” you replied, pointing at an exposed part of your skin. 

     “Right,” the artist muttered. “Let me prepare the stencil.” 

He sat hunched over a small desk next to the leather chair, and you heard the sound of a pen scraping over paper. It was only a small tattoo that you wanted, so he didn’t take too long and you waited patiently in your seat. Way sooner than you expected him to, he turned around to face you again and showed you the stencil that contained your tattoo design. You had to blink a couple of times as you looked at it, and you had to keep your jaw from dropping.  It was a little different from what you originally drew; you could see he added his personal touch to it and it looked amazing. Right, it was time to take back your earlier thoughts. Suddenly, you were glad this guy was tattooing you, since he turned your already pretty design into something gorgeous. 

     “That’s… beautiful,” you said in awe. “I love it.” 

     “Good,” came the curt reply. “Lay down so I can begin.” His eyes rested solely on you, and you stiffly followed his request. You felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable as you lay in the leather chair, especially when the artist – Kunikuzushi was his name, right? – hovered over you. “Ready?” 

     “Y-Yes,” you brought out, while in fact, the answer was no.

     “You’re cowering,” the male pointed out, not a trace of sympathy. “Quit shaking or it’ll ruin your tattoo.” 

Two things could happen; his snarky comment could either send you right into a fit of nerves and make you chicken out or it could spur you on to toughen up and get yourself the tattoo you’ve wanted for so long. The former would’ve happened, if it wasn’t for Kunikuzushi’s hand landing on your arm and giving a gentle squeeze. Was it meant as a way of comforting you? You slightly tilted your head to look him in his eyes, but his violet gaze gave away absolutely nothing. He was still wearing his perpetual frown, but you were one hundred percent sure that he just attempted to help you relax a little. It sparked some newfound courage within you, and you shifted a little in the leather chair. 

     “Okay, bring it on,” you said, feeling a little more confident. 

     “That’s more like it,” the artist uttered, and a satisfied smile ghosted over his lips before it vanished again. 

And then he got to work. First, he rubbed some jelly on your skin where you wanted your tattoo, before he placed the stencil over it. 

     “Are you sure this is where you want your tattoo?” he asked. “Last chance to change it.” 

     “Yes, I’m sure,” you finalized. 

With a single flick of his finger, the tattoo gun in his hand came to life. You sucked in a deep breath in a last attempt to calm yourself before he placed the needle against your skin and began working on your tattoo. You squirmed upon the alien sensation on your skin, the unpleasant sting of the ink needle quite painful. With a slight push against your shoulder, Kunikuzushi got you to lay still again. For a few minutes, you focused on your breathing and the monotone buzz of the ink gun, allowing yourself some time to get used to the feeling. 

     “Relax,” the artist muttered, lightly touching your arm. “No one has ever died in my chair and you won’t be the first one.” 

You nodded, forcing yourself to take one deep breath and let go of the tension you held in your body. You couldn’t get yourself to look at the needle working its way into your skin over and over again, and your gaze landed on Kunikuzushi instead. His violet eyes were narrowed with utter concentration, and his face was no longer contorted into a scowl. You could tell he probably really liked his job as a tattoo artist, despite seeming so moody earlier. As pretty as he was, even with that permanent scowl pretty, you were delighted to see him with a more relaxed expression. Honestly, his features were a work of art just as much as the tattoos he so skillfully created. 

It actually went pretty well; you were enduring it better than you thought you would, and Kunikuzushi could proceed swiftly without having to remind you to lay still ever again. The sensation of pain subdued to a point where it was bearable and fairly easy to ignore, and you found yourself staring at the ceiling without being bothered too much by the entire process. From TV, you knew that tattoo artists often engaged in light-hearted conversations with their customers, but the violet-haired male kept quiet the entire time. You guessed he just preferred to work in silence, and you found yourself not minding all that much. 

     “You’re actually doing well,” Kunikuzushi remarked, mockingly surprised as he patted your shoulder. “I’m almost finished.” 

Staying true to his word, he worked on the finishing touches of your tattoo sooner rather than later, and then he leaned back and turned off the tattoo gun. It was eerily silent without the constant buzz resonating through the air, and it felt a little awkward as no one spoke up for a good minute or so. Then, finally, Kunikuzushi reached out for a small mirror behind him and held it up in front of you. 

     “It’s done,” he said, stating the obvious. “What do you think?” 

You stared at his creation in awe, watching how it blossomed on your skin. It was beautiful, even exceeding the sketch he made beforehand. Intricate black lines curled over your skin, adorned with the faintest traces of subtle coloring. It was a work of art he had created on your being, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that crossed your features.

     “It’s absolutely stunning,” you gushed, looking at the artist excitedly. “You’re amazing!” 

It was supposed to be merely a thought, but you accidentally spoke those words aloud. Your eyes widened as soon as you realized your small error, but it was already too late. You saw the corners of Kunikuzushi’s lips curl up in a smug grin that was only barely there. But you saw it so clearly, before he turned away to hide it from your view. When he faced you again, the smile was gone.

     “Stay still as I disinfect the place. It might sting,” he warned, dabbing at the tattoo using a sterile gauze soaked in disinfectant. It did sting a little, but it was nothing compared to the needle that had penetrated your skin a few thousand times a moment earlier. You could handle it. 

When he was done cleaning the tattoo, he covered it up neatly using even more sterile gauzes and bandages. Then he finally gestured for you to get up, and you were relieved to do so. It wasn’t that the leather chair was uncomfortable in the slightest, but staying still for too long wasn’t exactly your forte and you were happy to get up. You swung your legs over the side of the chair and rose to your feet. 

     “The guy behind the counter will handle the paperwork and payment, and he will explain to you how to take care of your new tattoo,” Kunikuzushi stated, his face back to his usual grimace. But his eyes softened a little as he added, “I’d like to see you again in a week, if that’s okay with you. I want to check up on your tattoo personally.” 

     “That’s fine by me,” you reacted, wondering what he meant by putting emphasis on personally. Did he usually not do that with his customers? What did that even mean? You let your thoughts run over the matter for a moment, but couldn’t come up with anything that made sense to you. You’d just meet him in a week and see what happened. 

What an interesting guy Kunikuzushi was. A little mean on his outer shell, but sometimes glimpses of something nicer would filter through. You weren’t too sure about having him as your tattoo artist at first, but by now you were happy that it had been him. He was pretty, he was talented, and he intrigued you to no end. 

Who knew? Maybe you’d get another tattoo soon… 

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[4izawas]

SCARAMOUCHE TOOPPSPSKSOS

scaramouche jumps when an orange slice is placed in his hand.

it was fully peeled, all of the icky white stuff that no one liked pulled away to reveal the soft orange flesh beneath. the wedge was thick and the skin beneath soft, and he looks up to see you diligently peeling another piece for him, not even paying attention to his surprised gaze as you get to work. he’d told you he didn’t need to eat — you’d understood that.

but you’d also remembered that oranges were his favorite fruit if he did eat.

a lump forms in his throat and his brow furrows as he struggles to swallow it down. he wouldn’t say thank you, it wasn’t in his nature. saying thank you meant being in the person thanked’s debt, and scaramouche hated owing anyone anything — but maybe not you.

no, not you. not anymore.

#scaramouche imagine #wanderer imagine #genshin impact imagine #neppy has mail !! #neptune’s fishies.🐡 #eijirhoe #reese <3 #i actually really like this #what a way to start off writing for scara #— genshin.♡

[writingwithoutthestars]

Scara/Kuni SFW & NSFW

Finally got around to making a blog just for writing!

CW: lots of cursing, mentions of trauma & violence, Yandere vibes & behavior, I think that's it

SFW

I mean, what hasn’t been said about this asshole? He’s equal parts adorable and aggravating and you just want to bang your head against a wall - Why is he both?! You’ve lost it, you’ve officially lost it, and it’s all his fault.

First of all, he’s smug. The smuggest little shit you’ve ever met. He knows he’s a badass and he’s not holding back any more, not after everything he’s been through. (He will not be betrayed again.) He’s a bit narcissistic, defending himself with equal parts real and false bravado and refusing to take accountability for his transgressions. Don’t be fooled: deep within his heart is a broken boy who’s been spiraling into cynicism and insecurity since his mother dumped him. His life has been a landslide since, never safe or consistent, so he’s compensated for his vulnerability with power, as much power as he can fucking get.

Honestly, it’s gonna be an uphill battle with him for a long time. Even far later into your relationship, there will be some explosive times. He’d never hurt you, ever. He’d spiral into madness if he did. But we all know how sharp his tongue is and if you’re the more sensitive type, you’re gonna need to learn how to thicken your skin and roll with the punches quick. Ultimately, it will be worth it, but it’s gonna take a lot of work to get there. 

Depending on when you meet him, you’ll experience him in three stages: 1) sweet summer child, 2) fuck the world, and 3) utterly unhinged. Your relationship will reflect these stages, too. If you meet him before the fall, he’ll be naive and curious. After the fall, with the Fatui, he’s cold and cunning. After the gnosis falls through, he’s feral and the most likely to become straight up yandere. 

Really, there’s 2 main outcomes for a relationship with him make a simulator: Route 1 is the Healing Journey and Route 2 is The Unhinged Yandere. It’s a lot of pressure, but this progression ultimately depends on you. 

Kuni after The Fall™, aka Scaramouche, is obviously a total jerk, but he’s more open to eventual healing compared to the Wanderer. Again, he’s a menace, loves to push buttons and hold his power over others. He doesn’t trust kindness or love and keeps himself safe from it by pushing it away. He’d never admit it, but he craves closeness, which is why he lashes out like he does. He hates that he wants it because of what it’s done to him, how it’s tortured him and twisted him throughout his long life. He just doesn’t see how he could possibly trust another person ever again. But all is not lost. No one ever is forever. There are choices to be made.

Your relationship with him will develop in stages. At first, you’re just a meatsack to him, another person to keep an eye on while he decides whether or not you’re a threat. He’s provocative, wants to get a rise out of you to see what you’ll do. If you take it in stride, he’s honestly a little floored. He just insulted you, why aren’t you pissed? Will poke and prod literally with a stick lmao and ends up finding you both frustrating and fascinating. This is the sticking point for him (haha): once you affect him, he’s stuck on you, wanting to find your weakness and fumbling in the process. Absolutely engages in banter battles and always wants the last laugh. But when that last laugh is yours, he’s totally the type to get all flustered and frustrated about it. Sticks out his tongue and calls you a dumb name hahaha just laugh and keep walking or he might throw a rock at you. 

Very enemies-to-lovers trope lol probably more so “enemies” on his side because everyone is in his perspective. For you, unless he really grates you the wrong way, it’s more of a comedic slow-burn. He’s just so easy to tease! You’re the only person who can make him flush and spit at the same time, the only one who can get away with messing with him without being threatened with the sharp end of a blade. He hates that he keeps coming back to you for more. Even when he defeats you, he’s never sated. Why? What is it about you that’s got him stuck??

Eventually, he realizes that he actually enjoys being around you and goes into a cold sweat. How could this happen?! No, no, this can’t be real, it’s okay, it’s fine, calm down. There’s no way that’s true. It’s not true. It is true. He’s fucked. But he’s the best at being in denial so there’s that. Takes it out on you and even tries running away. Is secretly terrified of being in the same room as you, especially alone. Yet you keep managing to find him and, for a moment, he always finds himself letting some of his guard down with you. For a blissful moment, nothing else exists but your smile and laughter and how they came from him. And it hits him all at once that you enjoy being around him, too.

No, no, no. This is bad. This is wrong. He’s not meant for - this, whatever this is…What is this? He enjoys being around you and you enjoy being around him, okay, yes. But what does that mean? What does that make you? Are you…friends? No! No, he doesn’t have friends. They’ll only hold him back or break him down even more when they inevitably betray him. Friends make one weak and he. is. not. weak! 

But it continues on, the banter and the laughing and eating together - eating together! He needs to stop this, but he keeps coming back to you. It drives him crazy. Like a bug caught in a web, he struggles to free himself until he wears himself out. Then, he takes an almost complete 180: he starts monitoring you to the point of stalking you. You may even catch him in the act and he’ll deny it, but you can feel his eyes on you just about everywhere you go. There’s two main reasons why he’s doing this. One, he wants to ensure that you’re not somehow going to stab him in the back or sell information about him. Two, and he’ll never admit this, is because he’s terrified of something bad happening to you. He’s become attached. He relies on your presence in his life now but he won’t admit it to himself yet.

It all comes to a head when he’s injured in a fight and you start to care for him. He’s so scared of being touched by you, feels so weak and exposed and enraged about it; all that trauma is bubbling up like bile and he’s overwhelmed and he breaks down right then and there, against his will. 

“Don’t touch me!” he shouts, stumbling away from you like a wild animal blindly thrashing against the back wall of a cage. “I don’t need your help! I don’t need help! I’m not weak!” 

The forest is dark with twilight and in his fervor, he can’t quite track his feet. You watch grimly as he collapses against a rock and buckles over, barely managing to hold himself up by his hands planted on the dirt. He crouches there, trembling and hyperventilating, and his fingernails claw the earth into his fists. 

He has never loathed himself more. He swore he’d never break down like this. It’s pathetic. You must think he’s so amusing. And you’d be right. He was made to be. He’s just a puppet and a puppet’s sole purpose is to entertain. Who was he kidding, thinking he could be anything else? 

And then you’re sinking down onto your knees in front of him and he freezes. He can’t find the power to hide from you. He’s utterly exposed; if you try to cut him down now, he doesn’t know how he’ll stop you, but he’ll die trying, won’t he? Why does the thought of hurting you make him feel even more pathetic?

“You’re one of the strongest people I know,” you tell him. “Even if you weren’t, I’d still want to be with you.”

Surely you’re only mocking him, using him - but when he looks up, all he sees is grief, like you can see into the core of him and are hurt by it. Stupid. How could you possibly understand? Why would you want to? 

Fuck you for never having an ulterior motive. Fuck your compassion. His hollow body can’t hold warmth, but when he’s with you, he feels it. It scares him, reminds him of what he’s been through, and yet he can’t let go of you. The only time he feels like there’s anything more meant for him is when he’s with you. 

Relationship Unlocked

Seriously, the day you embrace him in all of his mess is the day something in him finally breaks. He’s obsessed with you now, possessive and protective, panicked if you’re out of his sight for too long. A relationship is entirely new grounds for him and he’s terrified out of his mind by the implications of something so intimate. He thought he was broken before, but if he loses you, he’s certain he’ll crash completely. He needs you, needs to make sure you’re safe, that you’ll stay with him, that no one takes you away. 

How things end up is really on you. If you’re freaked out, he gets more desperate and will eventually cross into full-on yandere territory. If you stand your ground and continue to treat him like you always have, open and honest, he’ll slowly, slowly settle down. He’s still terrified of losing you, but the more consistent you are, the more trust he’s willing to put in you. 

It takes time and a lot of patience to temper your relationship. Kuni’s always gonna be a bit yandere, but depending on the route your relationship takes, that part of him will express itself with differing levels of intensity. Full-On Yandere Kuni completely loses himself to an animalistic nature, but Healing Kuni is way more chill. 

Eventually, he’s back to bantering with you to the point of insult, but never goes too too far. He’ll spar with you and mock you and be the smuggest little shit you’ve ever met, but it’s more companionable than domineering now. He’s not interested in holding any power over you; he considers you equals now, though he’d never admit that outright. 

(worried) Pathetic! You know, you’d die if this was a real fight!

(blushing) Would you stop staring at me? It’s creepy.

(smug) Ugh, you’re so annoying, wanting my attention all the time. Maybe if you do something to deserve it…

(lonely) Is your paperwork more important than your relationships? Is it really that hard to multitask? I - I’m not looking for attention! Shut up!

(got em) Damn, you suck at this. I easily pinned you down - wait, that’s what you were going for, isn’t it?!

Absolute Tsundere.

Still, it’s apparent in how he treats you that he worships you. He considers your opinions and insights, takes your preferences into account, pretends to just randomly finds trinkets you could surely find some use for even though you were just talking about it the other day, pouts when other people have your attention or when you’re too busy to spend all of your time with him, acts like a total grump when you love on him yet he’s also leaning into you and resting his chin on your shoulder - look, we’ll be here all day talking about how adorable he is. You are the center of his universe; the things he gives you - attention, adoration, kindness, consideration, protection - will only ever be given to you alone. And…maybe a kid. But not for a long time.

But he’s still got that mean streak in him that will never go away, especially when it comes to other people. He’s gone through too damn much to be with you just to lose you. No, fuck everyone else, if they think they can get closer to you than you are to him, he’s about to ruin. their. life. 

The type to straight up shit talk someone to their face. Mocks them for thinking they had a shot in the dark with you. It’s painfully obvious that you’re into him and no one else, or maybe this moron is in denial? That’s okay, maybe if I hit you hard enough, your brain will start working again. Roughs them up like a vending machine lmao. 

If you tell him to let it go, he’ll argue with you, but will ultimately do as you say. Looks like you’re lucky today, pissant. But that shitface gets one chance, if Kuni so much as sees them loitering around or if they make a comment about his obedience to you, they’re gonna get it even worse than they would have. Doesn’t usually happen because most people can see the derangement in his eyes and his vibe is absolutely lethal. But every once in a while, some poor, stupid soul will challenge him. They may or may not live to regret it, highly depends on your opinion and the type of infraction against you.

He’s like Shrek. Hear me out: he’s got layers. Many, many layers. Lots of insecurities, the main one being that he’s not meant to have good things. Got an absolute ogre of a temper and he’s an asshole to everyone, but way less of an asshole to the ones he loves. In fact, it’s because of you that he even starts to believe that maybe he’s deserving and loveable. Also acts like an unwilling knight-in-shining-armor but lowkey feels like such a badass when he’s got you oohing and aahing over him. Also, fucking LOVES it when you kick ass for him, he feels like a pampered prince. Will even try to get you jealous just to make you possessive. Fuck, nothing is hotter than when you’re possessive of him.

Jealousy. Lots of jealousy, especially earlier on in the relationship due to paranoia. You could just be talking to someone in passing and he’ll start glaring, inching closer to you or full on storming up to your side if he’s not already beside you. He practically snarls and drags you along. If it’s a work related interaction, he stands nearby, arms crossed and eyes darkened with distrust. Threatens people who seem to like your attention too much, but not when you’re around. If you do find out what he’s doing, feel free to set him straight. It pisses him off, but if you can be both reassuring and hold your boundaries, he’ll relent. 

He doesn’t dance around anything but his feelings, so if anyone seems to be bothersome, he’s going to bring it up to you. Sometimes the solution is as simple as a hug and a kiss, but other times, there needs to be some reassurance. Over time, he finds himself needing less of it, but it still lights him up inside to hear you say it and he will intentionally pester you until you do. He thinks he’s being sly, but you know better lol. It’s actually really fun to coyly tease him because it will either go right over his head that you’re pushing his frustration to the point of pouncing on you or he’ll get all flustered and angry and short-circuits when you finally cave and love on him. Acts like he hates you for it but you both know that couldn’t be further from the truth!

He also isn’t afraid to tell you if something you’ve done has rubbed him the wrong way and expects you to do the same in return. Admittedly, it can be hard to take and give critique at first unless you’re the more straightforward type. On one hand, Kuni can come across super judgemental and aggressive, and when paired with criticism, it can feel like an attack. And, I mean, it kind of is. He doesn’t always realize he’s doing it, but he’s been in survivalism for so long that offense has become his primary mode. He also tends to argue when you bring something up. But again, as he relaxes into your relationship, he becomes a little less offensive and more candid than anything. 

You’re not gonna hit anything with form like that. Try this. 

Your footwork is shit. Doesn’t matter if it worked, you left your backside completely vulnerable. A bug could stab you and you’d be helpless to stop it. I don’t know why a bug would have a knife, doesn’t matter, my case still stands, anything could end you like that. 

I’m in the middle of something, stop bothering me. We can talk all you want over lunch.

You are in a mood today, what’s your problem? (But like seriously is asking you so he can help.)

I told you, I’m fine! Fuck, care less! I can handle this! 

I could go on and I probably will later, but all in all, a relationship with Kuni is well worth it in the long-run. You are his sun, moon, stars, and sky, and he shows you that everyday in his own way. You challenge one another in many ways, but all of the best relationships involve growth pains!

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A switch that fights to be a dom and always sounds like a bottom haha. Also a total brat. Whether he’s topping or bottoming, he’s gonna talk shit even when he’s writhing from how stupid he’s been fucked. So loud. You look so stupid. Did I do that? Am I fucking you so good you’ve gone stupid? Ohhh, fuuuck yes, cum on me, cum on me! Doesn’t even mean to be, you just feel so good and he trusts you more than anything. He also loves feeling powerful and nothing gets him off more than the power he holds over your body, fucking you into oblivion. You’re so responsive to him, so attracted to him, it blows his mind that someone could love him so much. His voice gets raspy when he’s close to cumming. Sometimes laughs when he cums, breathless and so satisfied he could bounce off the walls. 

His cock could go one of two ways: 1) his current form has one already or 2) he can have one made for him (or several? hmmm). Anyway - his cock is so pretty and the flushed tip is so suckable. It’s not super long or thick, but it’s got a nice curve that hits you right in the best places. When he grinds into you, that curve brings stars to your eyes and this smug tease knows it. He’ll grind into you like he’s cockwarming until you’re losing your shit and begging him for relief. Too much for you? So scream. Maybe that’ll help.

Is condescending as hell. Yeah, I know it feels good. Feels too much. Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Keep cumming. Will make you beg for what you want, too, and then gives it to you suddenly just to surprise you. Thinks it’s cute (it’s mean!). Most of all, wants you to tell the world that you’re his, that you belong to him. Say that you belong to me. Say it. Say it! Don’t. fucking. stop! Is immediately so close to cumming his brains out when you scream it out. If you save it for when he’s just about to cum, he’ll immediately fall off the edge with his toes curling and eyes rolled back in his head. 

It’s so easy to get him riled up, too, you can make a bingo game out of it lmao. Jealousy, anger, victory, sadness, adrenaline from a battle, wearing his clothes or something even incrementally skimpy,

Kisses you passionately and typically doesn’t care if people are around. Just wants everyone to see him marking you, see you marking him, and know for certain that nothing can come between you. But he has times where he’ll kiss you so tenderly and slowly. Happens once you’re both sated, when he feels so close to you it fills him up, when you’re cuddling or one of you is having a bad day, and when he’s making love to you, which doesn’t happen as often as fucking, but that makes it even more special.

Dirty secret time: If he’s feeling jealous/possessive, he loves to set up a make out session with you when and where he knows the person he’s wary of will catch you. Will not allow anyone else to see you exposed - only he gets that honor - but if he’s feeling particularly pissed off about another person, he’ll drag you somewhere private where he knows they’ll hear him seducing you. May or may not tell you what he’s doing. Hands against the wall. Don’t you fucking move them. I wanna see how long you can stand while I’m pumping you. No, don’t you shut up on me! Say it louder! Say. My. Name! 

Absolutely fierce with his tongue. Loves loves loves oral, giving and receiving, it makes him feel so powerful to worship and be worshiped. He doesn’t always have the patience for foreplay, but he’s got to taste you at least once during a session. Is sometimes so nasty, he’ll eat both of your essences off of you and can’t help but cant his hardening dick for some relief. If he’s feeling particularly possessive, he’ll suck and bite down on you for hours, pinning you down by the pelvis as he nudges his nose deeper. You can clamp your thighs around his head, buck your hips, writhe all over the sheets, but he won’t show you mercy; he gets off of torturing you until you’re numb and your voice is hoarse. 

When receiving, he loses his mind. Tries to string his fucked out braincells to form a sentence but devolves into babbling. Ugh, fuck, there! There there there, I - can’t - deep. So so so deep, I - ugh! Will fuck your throat like he’s riding a bull, you’ll probably need to pin him down. In fact, do it anyway and make him take it, he might scream with frustration when he cums. 

His fingers are so long and lithe, they fit so deeply into you. And they’re so smooth, they enter you without the need for much prep. Scissors and rams himself deeper, laughing when you cry out. His fingers will crawl across your thighs and outline your sex underneath tables. If you get him back, he’ll give you the angriest, dirtiest look because now he’s not gonna be able to stop thinking about putting you in your place. Taking control pisses him off and is a great gateway to rough sex and it’s so much fun! Will go one of two ways: he’s either gonna fight for dominance and fuck your soul out of your body or he’s gonna be forced to take it like a good boy, cursing and shit talking with the remnants of his desire for control. Honestly loves it when you take control, he knows you’re not going to hurt him or ignore him if something is too much, but you’ve gotta earn it first. He’ll still fight back a bit, but he feels so so so good when you’re using him and praising him and maybe clamping a hand down on his throat, he could cry.

While he’s down to try just about anything once, he’s not interested in anything you’re not vibing with. He’s obsessed with you, worships you, the last thing he wants is to betray you. Feels like absolute trash if he screws up or hurts you in a way that isn’t welcomed by you during sex and will be really quiet for a while. He’s beating himself up on the inside. Reassure him that things happen during sex that no one can account for and that doesn’t make someone a bad person; still, it’s good to talk about these things. In the long run, he’ll still feel bad about it, but he’ll also become quicker to move on if you want to keep going.

Loves to choke and be choked. Semi-public sex is so hot to him, like taking you on a balcony overlooking a beautiful city or in a deserted area out in nature. Also loves to blindfold you and keep you guessing. Not a big fan of kinks that would hinder his control, like bdsm or being cuffed and blindfolded himself. Maybe if he’s blindfolded without the cuffs or vice versa. He trusts you more than anything, but it doesn’t feel good for him to be totally at your mercy; he doesn’t feel totally safe. Sometimes he’s down for it, but usually, he just feels really uncomfortable.

I could go on and I want to, but then we’d be here forever. In conclusion, Kuni is a freak but also a sweetheart in his own way. Kind of gives me Levi Ackerman vibes, anyone else??

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[genshinimpactlife]

🥐 here! I want some sfw headcannons about what aether,xiao and wanderer would answer if the reader asked:

"would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Thankyou and have a good time writing!!

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Would you still love me if I was a worm?

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Aether looked at you as though you had grown three heads when you asked him that.

"A worm?"

"Yes, A worm."

At this point, Aether was used to your shit, but even this made him let out a little quiet sigh.

"Of course"

He would then pat your head as you go on your way, knowing your boyfriend would still love you if you were a worm.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

You and Xiao were out patrolling the area when you asked him that question, and he just stopped and turned toward you.

"A worm? as in the wiggling things in the ground? No"

He would be confused if you were to grow upset by his answer. He still doesn't fully understand humans and their emotions.

"I love you now. Isn't that more important?"

Even Xiao got a bit flustered after he realized what he had said. But all was forgiven after hearing him say that.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"What? No"

Very straightforward answer. Just what kind of question was that? But when he saw your expression, he changed his tune

"Of course I wouldn't love you, your a worm. But id make sure your safe somewhere with a bunch of dirt to eat and shit."

"So you really mean you would love me?"

"Fuck off"

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Scaramouche (Wanderer): hands

Fandom: Genshin Impact 

Affection was a foreign concept in Wanderer's mind. He had never considered himself an overly affectionate person, even once he started feeling more comfortable around you, but there are certain things he does without even realizing it.

Wanderer has always been a show-off, and these tendencies had only gotten stronger once you got together. For example, he became extremely creative with finding excuses to pick you up and carry you over in his arms. Rough terrain? Sneaky mission? Your legs got tired? Don't worry, he's got your back and is reluctant to let you go. Sometimes it'd take arguing to convince him to put you back on the ground. 

He loved the way he could just push your body into his. With you held so close, he could feel every breath you took and see details of every smile you made. His favorite moment was when you adjusted yourself closer to him, with your arm wrapped around his neck for stability. 

Wanderer often used his anemo vision to look around the new terrain you were adventuring through. He'd often take you to small detours just to show you beautiful scenery he stumbled upon.

He enjoyed holding hands with you, although the way he did it changed over time. 

At first, he was reluctant and confused. He wasn't sure when was a good moment to grab your hand or how hard he could squeeze without hurting you. He wasn't used to this kind of affection, but he tried his best. 

He was overly gentle in those early days, his touch barely registered. He never looked at you when reaching out and would ignore your teasing or respond with his own if you struck a nerve.

He'd most likely hold your hand as if it was made of glass and would let go if you moved it at all. 

Wanderer enjoyed the sensation of intertwining his fingers with yours once he felt comfortable with it. He soon became used to that feeling and would reach out almost instinctively. He would deny it until his last breath, but he also did that at night, when he was half asleep. 

Wanderer liked to kiss the inside of your hand during some random moments and wouldn't understand why it made you blush so much. He was happy with the result, and would often use it against you, but he didn't understand what you felt until the first time you returned the favor.

He has never felt his face getting so hot before. 

Sometimes he'd link just his pinky finger with yours while strolling lazily through cities. He was often unaware he did it until he looked down or wanted to point something out with his other hand. 

His hands felt different to yours, and it took him a while to come into terms with different not always meaning worse. 

The quickest way of rendering the Wanderer speechless was through softly kissing his knuckles. You did that often before falling asleep and he froze completely every time. You could've sworn his hands shook a little when you brought them to your lips, but he never moved them away.

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[minimujina]

for some reason i am anxious right now and i have no idea why and i have that like awful anxious tummy feeling so rn im thinking about like kuni giving back hugs and wrapping his arms around ya tummy because i think that would be pleasant and soft

i feel like it’d be his favorite way to hug you because he doesnt have to feel embarrassed coming up to you where you can see him and analyze his expressions and body language. he just gets to hug you and feel your warmth without the shame of you knowing he really wants your affection (you still know) (but at least he can pretend hes being subtle)

if youre standing anywhere near a chair, couch, or basically any flat surface fit for someone to sit on, he’ll wrap his arms around your tummy and drag you to sit down with him on his lap. like idk if im explaining this right but like if it was a couch he’d be leaning back and ur like on top of him like oh my god hold on ill just draw it ffs

anyways yep yeah my drawing skils are chef kiss yup anyways he’d do this all the time, just loves to feel you so close gwa gwa and he can just bury his head in your neck and fluster you and its rly cute yep

#this helped me feel kinda better i think😭sorry if its cringe might delete later #absolutely not proofread this is just a random drabble bc yeaa #mujimush #wanderer x reader #wanderer imagine #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche imagines #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

[fluffnari]

Wandermouche cuddle prompt extended: early relationship him crawling into bed to hold you while you sleep because he would never he caught doing that while you're awake. He thinks you don't know that he does it, but you absolutely do.

You would offer cuddles and he would refuse quickly. Cuddles? Don't ask again, those are beneath him... Until he thinks you're asleep. You're breathing soft, heart rate calm, eyelashes kissing your cheeks, ones he imagined kissing before.

Arms looking empty and so very tempting to him, Wanderer would climb silently onto the bed. Scooting so close to you and wrapping your arms around him. If you move he'd tense up with momentary fear that you would wake up. Instead, you tighten your hold around him and Wanderer is comforted.

You smile, having been awake. Just like every other night, he does this. You hope one day, he is comfortable enough to do this when you're awake.

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[thundersoothers]

I’m thinking of starting a series “voiceline imagines” ...??

where if a character has a specific voice line I resonate with or y’all like, I’d write a short imagine/scenario for it. examples: 

1. itto has a line about lollipops being his fav candy and that it looks cool when the stick is hanging out of your mouth, and he says, “here, you try!” and I imagine him holding your jaw in his hand and taking the lollipop from his mouth and putting it yours 

2. any of kazuha’s about traveling. maybe where you’re laying out in the sun together like from his voiceline about taking naps on a warm rock and then wandering around, or you’re the one to take him in on a rainy night and distract him from the storm 

3. wanderer’s birthday voiceline about holding your hand and leading you up to a vantage point because the scenery is breathtaking; I can see him just not letting you leave. you try to pull your hand away and he just. won’t let go

4. y’all got ideas??

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