I Was Working On Ur Request And Got Side Tracked. Thinking About Yan Diluc And How Bad He Wants His Captive

Remember that one thirst about scara and Xiao fighting over creator LIKE WE RESPECT NEED AN ACTUAL SMUT ABOUT IT

Authors note: I LOVE this kind of stuff. We need more threesomes in SAGAU.

CW: Jealousy, yandere themes, double penetration, afab reader, gn pronouns, fainting, rough sex, blowjobs, breeding, SAGAU, praise, degradation, attempted aftercare, not proof read

You had just recently introduced the both of them and tried to make them get along. It felt like you were trying to get feral cats to bond. Xiao had been around far longer than Scara, and it bothered him that he had to share you.

When you brought Scaramouche home the first thing Xiao did was grab you. He was in defense mode, why was another man touching you??? He thought for sure you were being brainwashed. Once you explained the situation, Xiao was still furious. How dare you bring home another man, and expect them to “get along”?

You were worried about your sex life with the both of them around. You already had enough issues with Xiao fucking your brains out when another man looked at you. You didn’t think Xiao would be able to watch you kiss Scara without ripping him to shreds. You tried to start out slow, by having them both sleep in the same bed as you. You should have known slow and steady isn’t Scara’s thing. If you constantly insist you can’t to anything with Xiao around, he’ll fuck you in the middle of the night while everyone else is sleeping.

You began to feel guilty for doing all of this without Xiao’s knowledge, so you asked him to participate. When the day finally came that they were both willing to try a threesome, they were as jealous as ever. Both so determined to make you love them by making you cum more than the other.

Xiao desperately gripped at your chin, forcing your lips to connect with his. Loud wet noises echoing through the room as he placed open mouthed kisses against you. Between breaths you could hear him growling and panting repeating “Mine.”

Annoyed at the fact your lips were occupied, Scara made his way to your chest. He didn’t bother taking off your clothes normally. He tore at the fabric, the buttons on your shirt popped apart and revealed your chest to him. He didn’t waste any time before taking your nipple into his mouth. He used his free hand to toy with your other nipple. He lightly bit at your chest earning a muffled scream from you.

Xiao pulled away from your lips with a sigh, he tugged at your underwear frantically. Out of instinct, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Scara pulled away from your nipple with a loud pop noise, before holding your hands together above your head. Xiao spat on your clit and rubbed slow circles around it before getting shoved out of the way.

“You’re in my way, move.”

Scara snarled and tried to situate his way in between your thighs. He started with kissing up your thighs in order to tease you. You could feel his hot breath against your heat and it was driving you mad. He slowly dragged his tongue up your folds and pulling away as soon as you reached for more.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve been serving the creator far longer than you, only I know what they like.”

Xiao tried to move Scara’s face out of the way but he refused to budge. Both of the boys’ cheeks were pressed up against one another, both shoving and pushing trying to get an advantage on tasting you. Their tongues quickly moved all over your pussy, both watching your facial expressions to see which spots made you squeal the most.

Xiao’s pace was aggressive and fast, sucking at your clit with no intentions of stoping until you were screaming. Scara’s pace was painfully slow, it was meant to torture you, and have you rub against him for more. The intense friction had you gripping their hair, trying to pull them off of you.

You tried to close your legs, but they stopped you. Xiao got annoyed at your attempt to halt his movements, so he shoved two fingers in you. He watched as you dug your elbows in the mattress, trying to pull yourself away. It was impossible for you to close your legs, both of their body weight was pressed up against your legs. Once they were satisfied Xiao lined himself up with your entrance, nails piercing your thighs trying to stabilize himself.

Once he made his way into you, his grip loosened. He ran his fingertips over the indents from his nails scattered across your thighs. He stretched you out without warning, his cock separating your gummy walls. No matter how many times you fucked Xiao, he still acted like a virgin. His tongue always rolled out of his mouth at the slightest movements, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. He was doing his best to ram into your cervix, in hopes that he can pull your attention away from Scara.

Scara harshly dug his fingertips into the softness of your face, looking directly into your eyes. He made sure that no matter how good Xiao made you feel, you couldn’t turn your attention away from him.

“Does he fuck you better that I do?” He asked with a cynical smile on his face.

You stuttered barely able to get out an answer. There was barely any blood left in your head, all of it had rushed to your pussy. You opened your mouth to form an answer but got interrupted by a particularly hard thrust. His eyes narrowed as he began to smirk, he knew you wouldn’t be able to answer.

“Yes- wait- No! I-I don’t know..I can’t….”

He laughed at you, and rubbed the tip of his cock against your bottom lip.

“Wrong answer, doll.”

He applied pressure to your jaw forcing you to open your mouth. He took advantage of the small opening and stuffed his dick as far down your throat as he could. You could barely breathe, the wind was getting knocked out of you with every swing of the boys’ hips. Xiao hitting your cervix repeatedly, while Scara bruised the back of your throat. The feeling was painful but so intoxicating.

“You’re doing a terrible job. Didn’t anyone teach you that your supposed to apply suction during blowjobs?”

As much as you tried you just couldn’t focus on sucking him with the way Xiao was plowing into you. You did your best, but just ending up drooling over him. He grabbed your throat and squeezed it, allowing the area around his cock to tighten. You choked and teared up, pushing against his hips in hopes to have some room to breathe. Xiao grabbed your arms and held them behind your back, using them as a handle to fuck you harder.

Xiao rutted up against you as fast as he could, rapidly chasing his orgasm. He couldn’t be bothered to pull out so he came as deep in you as he could. Scara noticed and demanded they switch positions so he could cum in you too. As soon as Scara got in you, he tried to find the right angle to hit your favorite spot. His cock rubbed up against your fucked out walls and caused you to let out uncontrollable moans.

As much as he wanted to taunt Xiao by railing you into the bed, he just couldn’t. The familiar bubbling feeling in his stomach threatening to leak out of his cock stopped him. He instead switched to long slow strokes, while still trying to go as deep as he could.

“Are you trying to put them to sleep?”

Xiao felt a sense of accomplishment seeing how Scara wasn’t keeping up with his pace. Scaramouche ignored the insult and continued with his slow pace. The contrast between his movements and Xiao’s previous rough pace had you gripping onto him, begging for more. The more he started to get into it, the more he pushed Xiao out of the picture. He grabbed your face and kissed you so Xiao couldn’t use your throat, and always kept his hand on your clit.

Xiao eventually got enraged and man handled you away. He positioned you on top of him and shoved himself back deep inside you. He had you lean up against him so Scara could have access to your hole too. You screamed and grasped at Xiao’s shoulders desperately trying to prepare yourself for the intense stretch.

Neither of the boys thought that you could get any tighter, the feeling of you clenched around them made them go crazy. Scaramouche bounced you up and down, watching as both cocks slid in and out of you. His eyes were fixated on you, and he couldn’t look away. Xiao brushed your hair out of your face and told you how good you were doing, while Scara repeatedly smacked your ass telling you how much of a whore you were. The difference between their words was overwhelming your brain. Both your mind and body were exhausted.

You were already on your nth orgasm, and you could feel your body slowly start to shut down. You passed out, but neither of them noticed. They continued rutting into you with no restraint like wild animals. Soon enough you were dripping cum from all of your holes. Xiao checked your face, only to see you were completely out of it.

Both he and Scara carried you to the shower, one trying to hold you up while the other washed you off. For your sake, both were doing their best to ignore the fact they were still rock hard. You slowly opened your eyes to see the both of them, still naked, arguing over who made you moan more. They were changing the sheets while yelling insults about the others performance. When they noticed you had woken up they helped you over to the newly made bed. You sleepily settled down and tried to pull the covers over you before getting jerked to the left.

Xiao had a death grip on your waist and had no intentions of sharing. Scara grabbed your arm and tried to maneuver your body from Xiao’s grip. It continued all night, you constantly being pulled back and forth, and one of the boys occasionally trying to slip his cock into you again. They often sounded like children arguing over who likes the TV show more. In the middle of the night you’d hear whispering along the lines of

“I swear to celestia if you don’t let me hold them, I won’t hesitate to wipe out Liyue.”

“Know your place, puppet.”

Be prepared to be asked who your favorite is. It doesn’t matter if you tell them you love them equally, they will still try to pry a “real” answer out of you.

Chief Alchemist

You had traveled to Dragonspine to work under Albedo as an assistant, since his official assistant was not available at the moment. You were already confident in your abilities when it came to alchemy, but decided that it would be beneficial twork under the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. You were still amazed at the fact that Albedo had given you the opportunity to work with him, but you definitely weren’t gonna sit on your ass the entire time, that’s for sure. 

You knew dragonspine was gonna be cold, but you didn’t realize just how cold. Luckily, you had brought your own homemade potions that were specifically made to warm the human body. That way, your outfit didn’t need to be covered up by a huge fur coat. You still had one in your suitcase, though, just in case. You used your map to guide you, making sure to be quick on your feet so as to not attract attention from monsters. Soon enough, you were close enough to see his camp, quickening your pace. 

Once you were finally at the site, you couldn’t help but stare in amazement. There were bits of research everywhere around you, valuable information there at your disposal. Albedo was writing things down on his clipboard before turning to look at you. 

“ Oh, you’ve arrived. You’re dressed rather lighty. Would you like a fur coat? “ He put the clipboard down on the table he was close to. 

“ No, that won’t be necessary. I brought my own potions to help with the cold. “ 

“ Potions? Do you specialize in them? “ His eyes widened curiously. You felt that if he were a dog or cat of somesort, his tail and ears would have perked up. 

“ Yeah, I’ve been studying it ever since I had the resources. Where can I put my things? “ 

“ That very dedication must’ve been what brought us together today, then. You can put your things inside of my tent, it isn’t very far from here. You’ll be staying there with me for the next few  days. “ 

You nodded, placing your suitcase near a chalkboard. “ I’ll leave my things here for right now then. I’ve heard your research has recently been revolving around ways to affect the human body, yes? “ 

“ Yes, I’ll inform you about what I need you to do. Are there any tools here you aren’t familiar with? “ He gestured to a small table on wheels with various tools, but you were familiar with them. 

“ I can’t say I’ve used everything here before, but I know all their uses. I hope that won’t be any trouble for you. “ He adjusted his gloves, grabbing his clipboard and pencil. 

“ Don’t worry, it won’t be much of a problem. I’ll bring you up to speed; I’ve been studying the human genitalia, both male and female. This experiment is mostly for monetary purposes, since I’m cooperating with an organization that deals with escorts legally. In short, I’m making both lubricant and potions designed to make humans sensitive to sexual pleasure and more aroused. “ He stared down at his clipboard, then back up at you. “ I believe that your knowledge of potions and how they’re capable of affecting the human body will be of use for this experiment. “

You were taken aback at first, especially since this was the last thing you had expected the experiment to be about. “ Hm… Well, I think it shouldn’t be very hard. “ You walked up to the chalkboard, where Albedo had sketched out a male and female body, including the reproductive organs. You didn’t plan on doing this sort of thing when you got here, but you figured you could learn a thing or two. “ For the sensitivity aspect, I think we should study the most sensitive parts of the genitalia… And how we can replicate that sensitivity for the rest of the genital. “ You turned back to look at him. “ Judging by the fact that you aren’t writing anything, you’ve come to this conclusion already. Have you looked into the matter? “ 

“ Yes, I have. I didn’t pursue it for very long, though. Since the reason for the clitoris and head of the penis’ sensitivity is because of the number of nerve endings it has, we can’t replicate that through lubricant or potions at all. What we can do, however, is study what sensations the human body is specifically sensitive to, like the cold. “ 

“ I assumed that’d be the case. For lubricant, I feel as if something that is hot or cold will be sufficient depending on what the user prefers. We could harvest whopperflowers and manipulate it as an ingredient so it won’t be too hot or cold as to harm the user, but instead to make them sensitive to the foreign sensation. I know of a few people who have farms specifically made to attract these creatures so that they can not only be harvested, but also reproduced, along with other monsters. “ 

“ Hm… yes, this does sound favorable. I actually have the remains of a cryo whopperflower stored away somewhere. We could use that for the test runs. “ 

“ Alright then. How would we change those parts to control the intensity, though? Perhaps some numbing medication mixed in could work, no? “ 

“ We’ll have to be cautious about the amount we add. Temperature does indeed have an affect on the male genitalia, I’ve run multiple experiments to test that theory. I’ll need to find a female subject to test as well, though. “ He tapped his pencil onto his clipboard. “ Perhaps the Adventurer’s Guild could arrange that for me. “ 

“ That won’t be necessary. I’d be willing to test out your theory during my stay here. I feel that I could explain symptoms in a way you could understand as well. “ You looked at the chalkboard, then back at him. “ I have numbing medication in my case. One type is oral, the other would be applied to a wound in case of emergency. “ 

“ There’s no need for that, I have some stored away. I wouldn’t want you to use your personal items for this, anyway. You said you were willing to test it out, yeah? “ He put his clipboard and pencil aside again. 

“ Yes, you just need to tell me when. “ 

“ Would… right now be suitable? I came up with a lubricant an hour or two before you got here. It worked well on me, but my female counterpart is not only away, but probably wouldn’t be willing to be experimented on under any circumstances, so I wasn’t sure how it’d affect the female body. “ He walked over to one of his shelves, taking a labeled bottle that had a container similar to that of a shampoo bottle. 

You knew that he worked fast, but you never suspected that he’d be this quick with his work. 

“ Of course I can test it. Not here, though… Isn’t there somewhere a little less, how do I put it… Open? “ 

“ Would the tent be sufficient? I imagine that’s also one of the only places in Dragonspine where one could properly pleasure themselves. I prepared accordingly. “ 

“ Yeah, the tent is just fine… I’m assuming you’ll have to be present. “ Your cheeks flushed at the idea of Albedo watching you while you played with yourself. 

“ Naturally. Not only to record symptoms, but also to be there if anything wrong occurs. That isn’t very likely, though. Don’t worry too much about it. Come, I’ll take you to the tent. “ 

You nodded, grabbing your things and following after Albedo. He made sure to take a few sheets of paper to jot down the results. 

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It didn’t take too long to get to the tent. It was nearby, just as Albedo had told you. You walked in, surprised to see how nice it was inside. There was a bed and a couch inside, as well as a drawer and carpet among many other things. You imagined this is where Albedo slept, since most things seemed untouched. You put your suitcase down while Albedo turned to look at you. 

“ Please make yourself at home. I need you to be comfortable for the best results, afterall. “ He smiled at you, sitting down on the couch. 

“ Hm… I feel like the bed would be most comfortable for me. Is that okay? “ 

“ Of course. “ He watched you closely as you walked over to the bed, but stopped in front of it. 

“ That… means you’ll be watching me the entire time, doesn’t it? “ 

“ Not unless it affects your performance negatively. If you’d like, I could turn around and rely on audible cues, but it might make the results a bit more… unreliable, per say. “ 

“ It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to slow down the process. “ You began undressing, but paused when Albedo started walking over. He handed you the lubricant. 

“ You’re allowed to back out of this at any time, please don’t force yourself. “ You gave him a reassuring smile before he handed you the lubricant. “ Here you go. I’ll try not to get in the way. “ 

You placed the lubricant onto the night stand beside the bed before you continued undressing. You heard the bedsheets move while Albedo sat down. He needed to observe you closely, after all. You stayed with your back turned to him, starting by taking your shirt off teasingly slowly. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want to be the only one getting aroused during this experiment.  You let your shirt fall to the ground, then slid your thumb underneath the hem of your pants, pulling them down to the floor and stepping out of them. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders before letting it fall to the ground.  You slowly pulled down your panties, your face flushing a little. You couldn’t tell how Albedo was reacting to all of this, but your heart still skipped a beat with excitement at the thought that he was watching your every move. 

You turned around and reached for the lubricant before sitting down on the bed near the headboard, while Albedo was resting against the footboard. You spread your legs completely, making sure he could see everything. 

“ You need a view of everything, right? Does this work? “ 

“ Yes, that works just fine. I’m glad to see you’re taking your time. If you require my assistance, simply call out my name. “ You couldn’t help but smile at his statement, but you had to keep your eyes on the prize. 

You reached your hand down, sliding one of your fingers between your folds to reach your clit. You started off with small, quick circles. Your breathing started to fasten, but you weren’t exactly close yet. You planned on applying the lubricant once you were actually going to put your fingers inside, but you wanted to get in the mood first. It was growing increasingly difficult, though. You couldn’t help but notice his blue eyes as they stared at your figure, carefully examining every aspect of your actions and body.

The two of you made eye contact, but you quickly closed your eyes instead to play it off. You couldn’t help but imagine what it was like to feel his skin against yours. What would it feel like to have him above you, while he “assisted” you? Would he stare at you the same way? You opened your eyes again, grabbing the bottle of lubricant. You spread your lips before pouring it on your arousal, shivering at the harsh coldness. You put the bottle aside and reached back down, spreading the lube around your pussy evenly. You had never felt so sensitive to your own touch before, and while you touched yourself the only thing in your mind was Albedo. You felt so lewd about it, but you couldn’t help but wonder how exactly he tried the lubricant out himself. 

You put a finger inside you, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. Your eyes blurred for a moment, but when you regained focus, Albedo was right beside you. 

“ Please don’t hold back your voice, Y/N. My data won’t be accurate if you do so. “

You looked up at him while he reached out to move your hand. “ Oh, please don’t let me interrupt you. “ You could feel your face flush while you continued to finger yourself, slightly closing your thighs. Your eyes widened when you felt Albedo caress your thigh before pulling it toward him, spreading your thighs apart. 

“ Remember, I need to see all of you, okay? “ You couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan when you felt his touch. He patted your head, caressing the side of your cheek. “ Good job, you’re doing great. “

Somehow, you mindlessly moaned out for Albedo, and didn’t even realize it until you saw him lean close to you. 

“ Yes? Do you need my help? “ You shivered as you felt his hand trace down your back.

“ I-... I want you to hold me, please… “ He seemed surprised at this, but he didn’t hesitate. He scooted you forward by the small of your back before sitting behind you. He pulled you closer, making you sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 

“ Is this sufficient? “ You simply laid back against his chest, obeying his orders from before and continuing to finger yourself. You felt his hand trace down your stomach, which he rubbed ever so lovingly. 

“ Hm… are you sure there aren’t any other ways to help you? “ He rested his hand on your folds, smiling against the flesh of your neck. You took your other hand to lay on top of his, applying some pressure to push his fingers between your folds. He didn’t move his fingers, though, and simply watched you closely. 

“ Stop teasing me, ‘bedo… “ You rolled back your head to look at him, to which he smiled at you. 

“ I’m not teasing. If you want me to do something to you, I’ll need you to tell me what to do to you… Where to touch, how to touch you… I’m no magician, I can’t tell what’s on your mind. “ 

“ Just… Touch me damn it. I’m- I’m yours. Do what you want. “ 

“ Okay, I’ll be gentle with you. I have birth control in the lab, you’ll have to take some later. “ He kissed your neck, and soon began rubbing his fingers against your clit. He seemed dissatisfied, though, and pulled away from you, which earned him a whimper. He took off his gloves, putting them on the nightstand. He wrapped his left arm around your waist, using his right arm to touch your clit again. He made small, slow circles. It almost felt sensual. He soon pulled away from you again to stand up on the floor. He started undressing at a similar pace you had before. 

“ You know, it’s funny that you said I was teasing you. Especially considering the fact that you were trying to strip tease me earlier. “ He turned around so his back was facing you, looking over his shoulder. “ Like this, yeah? I won’t lie, though, I enjoyed watching you. I think I’ll enjoy being up close and personal more, though. “ He finally got his pants and boxers off and turned to look at you, finally naked. He crawled onto the bed, pulling you closer to him by your thighs. He pushed you onto your side, which confused you. 

“ Your thighs… put them together tightly, okay? “ 

“ Mm… okay? “ You obeyed, putting your thighs together tightly. Albedo grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his cock. He shivered, letting out a shaky breath while he started to jerk himself off to spread it. Once he thought he had spread it enough, he scooted closer to you on the bed. He lifted your leg, pulling you closer to sandwich his cock between your thighs. He held you in pace while he began pulling back, then thrusting. You occasionally let out quiet moans when you felt his length rub against your clit. Albedo reached down to grasp the bedsheets on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. Instead, he bit down when he felt your hand reach down to caress his tip when it went past your thighs. 

“ Your body is so soft and plush, I can’t wait to be inside of you. “ Your face went red at this, your thighs squeezing together. He began quickening his thrusts, sucking on your neck while doing so. He quickly turned you over to lay on your back, spreading your legs. He sat up and watched you carefully while he jerked himself off, letting out a hitched moan and cumming on your stomach. You wiped some of it off your stomach, licking it off your fingers while you made eye contact with Albedo. He turned red, his length still hard. 

“ I suppose… This is a more efficient way to test how well the lubricant works. “ He spread the lube against your arousal with his tip, making sure it was evenly coated. He saw the excitement in your face and pulled away. 

“ Hey! That isn’t- That isn’t fair. “ You frowned at him, but he simply smiled at you before laying on his stomach, his head between your thighs. 

“ I thought it’d be better if you came before I put it in… I’d like to see how you taste, too. “ He moved his arms, locking them around your thighs. He dragged you closer to him, which surprised you. 

“ ‘Bedo… I’m starting to think this is more than something just for the project. “ You decided to tease him a little, sliding your hand between his locks. He kissed your clit, making you both jump and moan in surprise. He held you in place, though. 

“ Oh, don’t be too much of a downer… Judging by just how wet you are, you don’t mind that this isn’t entirely for research, hm?” You sighed, simply looking around the room out of embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong whatsoever- You were enjoying every bit of this. 

You squirmed when you felt him sucking on your clit directly, but he simply gripped your thighs and held you in place. He kissed your clit before pulling his face away, looking up at you. 

“ Stop squirming or I won’t touch you at all… “ He leaned toward your inner thigh, littering kisses and hickeys on them. “ And that wouldn’t be very pleasurable for either of us, now would it? “ 

“ ‘M sorry… “ You caught your breath, reaching out to touch his hair again. He leaned against your touch, and then turned to kiss your hand. “ It’s okay. Just be good for me, alright? “ 

“ I’ll be good, I swear. Just… touch me, please. “ You heard Albedo let out a soft laugh before he kissed your clit somewhat sensually. He let go of your legs, one of his hands moving to put two of his fingers inside you. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was finally touching you. He put his other arm under you, his hand spread across the small of your back. 

He looked up at you, most likely to make sure you were okay, then started moving his fingers in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. You let out occasional moans, but you were mostly breathing heavily. You felt Albedo curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot. You wrapped your legs around his neck so that you wouldn’t squirm very much, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Then, it happened. You screamed out for Albedo as he started thrusting his fingers into you at a brutal pace, nibbling on your clit. You pulled on his hair, which made you surprised to hear him moan at this. He reached out to your other hand, continuing his abuse of your pussy. You could hear your wetness combined with the lube slapping against the rest of his hands and your folds. 

“ How lewd… You’re sopping wet. I can’t imagine the state you’ll be in when I… nevermind, you’ll find out soon enough. “ He cut himself off, making you curious about what he planned on saying. You didn’t have much time to think about it though, especially when you felt him set a faster pace. You reached to grab his wrist, but he swatted your hand away. He lapped at and sucked your clit again, making you cry out his name. 

“ Albedo, Albedo- wait- I’m gonna cum- “ Albedo didn’t show any mercy, continuing to attack your clit. You arched your back, pulling on his hair. He stared up at your face while he continued to finger you, even going out of his way to hit your g-spot after you came. 

“ Ah, wait- waitwaitwait- Please, Albedo- “ Your body stayed tense. You didn’t get the opportunity to come down from your high, especially when he continued to finger you mercilessly. It didn’t take very long for you to cum all over again. You let out a small sob of pleasure. You’ve overstimulated yourself on your own before, but your heightened sensitivity along with Albedo’s touch was a completely different experience. He pulled away from you, sitting up while he hooked your legs around his waist. 

“ Hm… It really does seem as if the lube makes you more sensitive. Or perhaps you’re just a little bit of a slut. That’s alright, though… I don’t mind. “ Your face went red at his statement. You felt humiliated, but part of that was what turned you on. 

“ I’m… I’m not a slut. If I’m a slut, you’re a fuckboy. “ Albedo’s eyes widened for a moment. He stared down at you, but he soon laughed. 

“ Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I’ll live up to your expectations. “ Albedo grabbed his length, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself inside of you. He leaned down toward you, placing his hands on either side of your head, smirking down at you when he noticed the pleasure in your expression. He started with slow, hard thrusts that pushed you into the bed every time he bottomed out inside of you. You hadn’t been expecting it to feel like this, but you weren’t gonna complain. “ I’ll make you my slut. I want to be the only one to see you in such a vulgar state. “ You just nodded, as if agreeing to his proposal. He soon started to speed up, letting out moans and whimpers himself. You clawed at his back restlessly, arching your back slightly. In response, Albedo angled himself so that he’d hit as deep as possible, then held you in place while he hammered into you. He brought one of his hands to your lower stomach, using his thumb to caress your clit. You were getting so close, and Albedo showed no signs of stopping again. 

“ Albedo- I’m… I’m close- “ Albedo brought his face away from your neck, licking and kissing your body until he got to one of your nipplies. He promptly proceeded to ravage your boob, licking and biting your nipple. Eventually, the pleasure was too much for you, and you were brought to your peak again. Albedo didn’t stop, though. Instead, he lifted his head to look at you when you sobbed out that “it was too much”. He paused, which confused you. 

“ Wait, no, no- I didn’t want you to stop… “ You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks, almost as if to make amends. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“ Just hang in there until I finish, okay? Be good for me. I know you can take it. “ He kissed you before pulling away to suck on your breast again, then started thrusting. His pace began slow and gentle, but it escalated back to the pace he had before. Your walls clenched around him, making him moan whenever you did so. He bit down onto your nipple, speeding up the pace of his thrusts before being completely still inside of you. He let out an unruly, long moan while he finally reached his release balls deep inside of you. Your thighs trembled and your back arched even more, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He eventually let go of you, letting you fall onto the bed. He pulled out of you, watching his cum seep out of your hole when you clenched around nothing. You tried to desperately catch your breath, trying to relax. Something about this view just turned Albedo on, and you were surprised to see him jerking off his semi-hard cock to get it to full length again.

“ Wait- “ 

“ You’re so good for me, Y/N. You can take more, right? “ He caressed your inner thighs, making you shiver while he glared down at you. “ Tell me you can take more of me. “ 

“ I-... I can take more of you, Albedo. I promise… I promise I’ll be good, ‘kay? “ He smiled at this, hooking his hands under your legs and bringing them to your chest. He leaned onto your legs, making you bend awkwardly. You weren’t sure why he seemed to like this pose- Not until he thrusted inside of you, that is. Both you and him noticed just how deep inside of you he could get in this position, which was a pleasant surprise for Albedo. 

“ Hold onto your legs with your arms. Keep them in place for me, hm? “ You didn’t hesitate to obey, hooking your own hands under your legs to bring them closer to your body while he let go of them. You let your lower legs rest on his shoulders, looking at Albedo while he placed his hands at either side of your head. “ Good… You’re so good for me, Y/N. I’ll make sure you get your reward. “ Your head was fuzzy with pleasure, but you were still able to make out his praise. He started thrusting into you slowly, seeming to show you at least some sort of mercy. He stared down at you, smiling while he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t resist at all, but you did bite down onto his lower lip when he suddenly went back to his monstrous pace all over again. You could tell that it was gonna be a few more rounds before he cut you some slack, especially when he came inside you and pulled out just to move you onto your stomach. You let out a weak moan when he pushed himself inside you again, his throbbing girth being ever so unforgiving. 

"𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧?"

❁ heizou is craving your attention and love after coming home from a long day of work feat. heizou x fem! reader

❁ a/n: this is from my collab event with blue which you can find here!

❁ warnings: nsfw : soft heizou n needy heizou : touch starved! heizou : cumming inside : kinda sleepy sex in the beginning : he's whipped lolol

being a detective was everything heizou wished to be, and of course, said wish coming true since as of now— he has been known to be a remarkable detective with outstanding unique skills. One of the main struggles in your relationship was the difference in schedules the both of you shared, hence why he was very much delighted to finally be off work for tonight, meaning he’s finally able to see that pretty smile of yours.

it was already late at night, the way he opened the door was carefully, trying his hardest to prevent himself to cause any commotion when he knew you were probably already in a deep slumber. Heizou’s assumption was turned true once he slowly walked into the bedroom the both of you shared and archons, he hated himself very much right now. Truth is, heizou was riled up all day, his cock hard against his pants and craving for your attention yet he knew it would already be night once he‘s actually home. He’s quick to wiggle himself out of his work clothes, putting on some comfy garments instead before finally plunging next to you on the bed, the soft bedsheets engulfing his figure which was very much tired right now, muscles sore from working all day yet the attention in his lower area wouldn‘t going away. 

he turned to you, his sleeping beauty, watching your chest heave up and down so calmly while he noticed that you were indeed wearing one of his shirts. "Is that my shirt?" the way heizou was rolling that sentence from his tongue was mixed with some sort of smirk on his face— utterly pleased by your looks he advanced forward to spoon you, his arm lazily thrown over your body while you huffed out lovingly at the familiar feeling, yet your eyes still remained closed.

you‘re fucking adorable, he figured, pulling you closer against his embrace when he uncontiousely started to move his hips against you lightly, only a bit with barely any strength behind his doings before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. The slow rutting was able to stir you from your sleep at some point as you fluttered your eyes open to the barely lit up room, rubbing the sleep of your face to feel the man against you breathe harshly against your neck.

"heizou?" your voice was whiny and still sleepy, since you just woke up, yet the moment heizou heard you he couldn’t be happier. You were finally awake now! He was so needy for your touches yet he still felt bad that he really did end up waking you from your sleep. "yes, darling?“ you could feel that big smirk on his face again, didn‘t even have to turn around to feel him grin against your figure before he picked up on pace, his hips now rutting against the plush of your ass with an even faster speed but still rather carefully.

now that you were finally awake he really didn’t care any longer, "i missed you so much." heizou‘s sentence was voiced in a desperate and whiny demeanor, making multiple shivers run down your spine when his rough tongue traced a straight like from the back of your neck until it hit your earlobe. You’re panting, chest heaving up and down as your skin shivered from his mere touches. You're turning around to face the man behind you, rubbing the sleep of your eyes before showing him a bright smile in return.

your arms are looped around his neck to pull him closer, engulfing his lips in your own and kissing him lovingly, prying your tongue out to circle it around his own wet muscle. Heizou's hands were placed tightly on your hips, tracing over your natural curves before finally hooking your panties up to meet your throbbing cunt. It was warm and aching, craving for his touches before he swirled his pointer finger over the desperate bundle of nerves teasingly, resulting in you moaning out heavily against the kiss. You‘re lazily kicking your panties off your feet before pulling him closer into your embrace.

heizou retracted himself a bit so he'd now hover over you, guiding your legs so you'd wrap them around his hips before lowering himself to kiss you passionately. He’s sliding his pants down until they hit his knees, freeing his cock to the cold room which had a shiver run past his body.The kiss— which was sloppy at first, turned into a heated make out session as you could feel his tip prod teasingly over your hole. "please." you're whining, unhappy that heizou would still tease you now despite the fact that he literally woke you up from your sleep because of him being so needy tonight. With a quick grin he pouted his lips apathetically, "don't worry." he's panting, "leave it to me." it didn't take him much to shut you up, his tip now pushing past the wetness until he felt you suck him in already.

you're a panting mess once he's fully sheathed into you, girth throbbing around your walls as you made sure to clench around him dearly, his fat vein grazing over your delicate flesh and hitting all those right sweet spots he knew you were very much going crazy over. Heizou was your ultimate worshipper, he would give his everything in any moment, in his life, any minute, his vision showing truly that once he's locking gazes with your heartfelt eyes. You're looking up at him through your lashes, truly lost in the feeling of his warmth radiating inside of you.

he's smiling unexpectedly out of joy, reassurance and utter love which only you were able to give him. "I love you." he's chanting now, "I love you so much." his face was hiding in the crook of your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin up to you collarbone, simultaneously with the steady thrusts he was going for now. Heizou would make sure to grind himself deeper into your cunt whenever he'd be fully sucked in by you, rolling his eyes back whenever your pulsating walls would hold him in. He's so alert in the moment, doing his best to be present and cherish your body like no other.

you were so perfect in his eyes, body spread out for him while he's hovering over your figure, passion filled and animated. Your arms cradle around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tongue prodding against his own when you eagerly tasted him on your lips. His erection was growing harder inside of you, pace picking up as the both of you moaned into the lewd kisses, not daring to break it off. He's showing your hips down the mattress with one of his hands to be able to gain a deeper entrance into your tight hole. You could feel the infamous tight clench deep in your gut form and threaten to break and so did heizou. Toes curling with each snap forward of him.

he was aware of your body like no other, could always exactly decipher on when you were about to climax around him. One of the signs coming true once dozen amounts of your juices were staining his shaft, a faint ring of white decorating and circling around his shaft once he's holding your legs up to throw them over his shoulders. Your spine arches against him, pleasure getting pumped even deeper into your veins as you scrunched your eyes shut to properly taste the feelings he was inflicting on you. Your body was trembling now, blood rushing through your veins when you practically tasted your release on your tongue.

"heizou, baby." you're whining, eyes blurred as you blinked to get rid of the blur, "I'm so close." you're moaning out screaming, his name chanting like a lost prayer as he pulled forward so his lips would meet the shell of your ear, "I know darling, I can feel you." he's finishing said sentence of with a grin, a wide one at that. He was clearly enjoying himself very much right now, truth be told he has been fantasizing about this moment for days, finally being able to fuck your brains out without a single care in the world.

"how do you want me?" voicing that in between harsh pants, heizou was close as well but he wouldn't forgive himself if he was to come undone before you, proceeding in hooking his fingers against your clit to stimulate you harder, the fast swiping movements threatening to turn your mind hazy and blank. "I don't care." you were screaming out, lifting your hand poorly to touch him and pull him closer to your embrace again in which he obliged happily to. Heizou was quick to bring you to your orgasm and as it hit you you weren‘t able to keep yourself from shivering, biting down on your lower lip to throw your head back.

his sweat covered body was flat against your own as you arched your back into him, crying out soft reassurances of love and praise to the man above you as he spilled his seed into your tight cunt that was nowhere near loosening up, still sucking him in and taking everything he has given you. You couldn't move underneath him, his body almost crushing you as you twisted your arms around his figure, not giving a single flying fuck that he was still very much buried deep inside of your cunt. "you feel so good," your voice is lower in pitch, throat stained from all the screaming prior as he heard a sound of happiness underneath your tone.

heizou wasn't saying anything back to you, didn't need to since you felt how he was feeling about you every single second of the both of you being together. Your body simply gave up on you, the painfully slow buzzing carried on through your limbs, deeply strained as heizou slipped out of you, propping himself up with his arms before laying down next to your figure, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer into his embrace with a big smile on his face. He's so happy right now, calming himself in his afterglow as he carefully watched you doze off in a careless sleep again.

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Childe with a naive s/o...they're just so tiny and cute but they haven't even had their first kiss! Childe is the perfect person to teach them! After all, he's so smart, strong, and never has selfish intentions. And Childe knows best and that does include sex and discovering kinks! Bonus points if they're often stoic or quiet and Childe just riles them up. Every facial expression, whimper, and moan is all because of him.

content warnings. naive! reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fellatio, size kink, cock-warming, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, afab! reader. minors dni!

yes <3

<< thirst collection >>

you trust childe a lot ♡

even if it make your heart shakes when you kiss him, his hand dipping lower and lower to your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. it dizzying, foreign to the feeling; you buried your face to his neck, clinging on him while you straddled his hips.

even if he come to join you in your bed, calloused palm from years of training and wielding various weapons traced against your belly and up to your chest, fondling with your tits until you playfully whine him to stop. your eyes fluttered to watch his finger pulling down your shorts, letting it hang on your ankles before playing with your pretty cunny <3 he lives of by your quiet moans, your fist tugging his shirt to pull him into a kiss. you'd just ended up falling sleeping against him with his finger stuffed inside of you.

childe taught you many things, ranging from how to play with yourself when he isn't near you to giving him a blow job under his desk. love to see your bruised lips wrapping around his tip, sucking and kissing while you stroke it with your two fist. he thinks it's adorable seeing your cheeks puffing up, eyes watering from having him deep down your throat. the warm coil settled in your belly, sending tingles down to your virgin cunt when he praises you a lot <3

he's a sweet boyfriend and you are nothing but his eager partner who's too innocent for her own good ><

he'd be the type to fucked you till you're crying, hiccuping from having his cock stretching you apart. sucking your sensitive nipples till you're back arching, cumming just from his fingerpad gently rubbing your clit. although he wasn't rough, his size itself bring discomfort to you, make your nails sunk into his shoulder blade. you're too cute, make him want to bend your body beneath and split you apart with his cock but childe didn't have the heart to treat you like that during your first time, not when you sweetly cry for him to continue, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slowly thrust deep inside of you.

his pretty baby is so cute when they cry, lips quivering before peering their eyes down to see his cock disappearing inside of them <3 couldn't help but to kiss you face all around, holding your hand so you feel safe! you used to be quiet with him but now you're all a mess, whimpering out of pleasure while his cock hits your spongy spot.

he just fucked you into a deep sleep, lifting your limp body and make you sit on his lap while you cockwarm him <3 he still have many nights for you to be taught more things, for now he'd just let you rest.

beside, it's not like you're going anywhere far from him,,

I really want to fluster both housewife! and Academy! Scara 🥰🥰🥰

(I love his toothpaste like color palette and his mischievous face his face in the reveal)

academy! scara and housewife! scara are two alternate universes... but here i put them so they'd be in the same timeline... just for the fantasy of having two scaras by my side <3

you might like: yan! academy scara hcs, yan! housewife! scara hcs

( mentions of murder, mentions of cheating )

"n– no way..."

the little one wearing an elegant uniform stares at the scene in unabashed horror, slowly backing away from the horror in front of him. this can't be... it shouldn't be... how in the world could he have done this to himself!

he hits the couch and he falls back into it, but his shaking eyes still look at them with both fury and fear.

with a shaky, accusing finger, the student scara points up at the culprits, who still curiously stare at him:

"why am i the housewife?!"

you answer with a shit-eating grin, bringing your equally appalled kuni closer to you.

"the real question is: why not?"

the tea lays untouched on the coffee table as the two kunis glare at each other in a tense silence. you sit in the middle, grinning nervously as you sip from your own cup.

this is exactly your dream come true, literally. just the night before you dreamt of how you met kuni back in school, and how you wished to see that inexperienced cutie again. it never occurred to you that your wish would actually come true... but now you know that kuni would never get along with himself.

"love..." you try coaxing your partner. the younger one's scowl deepens at the corny nickname. "come on, at least try to get along with him for the time being. it's just you, but younger–!"

"that doesn't fucking mean i have to get along with this brat!"

"who the fuck are you calling a brat?!"

you sigh once more as yelling and bickering ensues between the two of them.

"why is he here anyway?" kuni huffs, taking a seat next to you and huddling closer. he doesn't miss the way scara's eyes flash when he drapes himself all over you, and smiles smugly in victory. he turns to look up at your nervous face and narrows his brows. "hey. you look like you know something."

you try to look away from his probing eyes, but kuni pouts and grabs your cheeks to turn you back to him. "hey. tell. me!"

"mmm... well, i might have wished it...?"

the two widen their eyes, but scara covers up his shock with a bit more disgust as he inches farther away from you. "... pervert."

kuni looks a bit more heartbroken than his younger counterpart. and... a bit more... oh. you know this look. "you... wished? you wished for another me...?" ugh... you'd really like it he didn't do this in front of the younger scara, who looks absolutely lost about what's happening. you wanted to look cool in front of him, dammit! "am i not enough for you? huh?" he starts shaking you by the shoulder, already sitting on your lap and looking manic. "do you think i don't satisfy you anymore?!"

"kuni... kuni, please, you know i love you..."

"then why—!"

SLAM! you jolt as scara slams his teacup against the table. he hovers over the both of you with the glare you were so familiar with back in school. "this is pathetic." he nearly spits, lips curling in spite at his counterpart. "this needy... pathetic thing is supposed to be me? when i worked my ass off so i wouldn't be overshadowed by my sisters? and now..." his purple eyes turn to you, absolutely seething.

"i'm depending on the fucking charity student?"

kuni pulls away from you, standing face to face with scara. while the two are having a stare-off, you're just completely lost in your own fantasies. two kunis... standing over you... wow he hasn't grown an inch over the years... but two kunis.

"if you hate it so much then why don't you leave."

scara sneers right back. "oh i could if i would. but i need to go back to my time and the one who brought me here is the peasant."

"i'm going to fucking kill you."

"oh let's see how well that's going to go for you, future me."

before your pretty wife and his younger self could actually try and kill each other, you step in before things could get hotter worse. "that's... that's enough alright? we'll try to send younger you back to his time. i'm sure he has tons of studying to get back to..."

kuni glares at you. "we? you brought this upon yourself! have fun playing around with some other man, cheater!" he turns to leave, but you grab him by the arm and pull him closer to you.

"oh come on baby," you whine, fingering his tiny waist as you pout. "it was just a little fantasy of mine. two kunis by my side, y'know? that's how much i love you!"

kuni blushes as you shower kisses on his neck and cheek, trying to push you away while he's cherry red. "p-pervert! not– not in front of me—!"

speaking of his younger self... you turn to scara, who is staring the both of you with the same wide-eyed blush your wife is wearing. when his nervous eyes catch yours, he tries to scowl, but it's clear that he's just as embarrassed and needy as his counterpart.

"little kuni~ ♡" you coo, mischievous smirk painting your features already. "do you want to join in?"

steam seems to blow out of his ears as he's taken aback by such a shameless invitation. "wh– why would i want that?! w-weirdo!"

"oh come on!" you laugh. you flop down on the couch with your needy partner seated on one knee and grin up at scara. "i knew of your cute little crush ever since we were first-years, y'know?"

"you did?!"

both versions seem even more flustered than before, if that was possible. you give a lighthearted laugh before bringing scara on your lap and to your chest. you brush their identical purple bangs and press a kiss on their lips.

what a delight. two identical kunis looking up at you all teary-eyed and weak from a single kiss. you really are a pervert, doing this to your pretty little wife.

"you're the same person, aren't you?" you grin. "so this won't count as cheating, right~?"

Title: Damaged Goods.

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

Word Count: 1.6k.

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

You really had to do something about his back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Invertito La Giustizia

Pairing — yandere capitano x gn reader

Summary — you've never been disloyal to the tsaritsa — you have never stepped out of line, caused trouble, or tarnished her ideals, because you know better than anyone else that the one time you do will be the last.

Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild violence, vague mentions of captivity

Word Count — 1.7k

Author’s Comments — (capitano lovers come get your food!) who's a fatui fucker? yep that's right it's me. please hyv let him use the electro skirmisher model…

Within Zapolyarny Palace, there are many secret passageways. Some lead outside towards the night market, while others lead deeper into the ice, evermore closer to celestial blasphemy. Each corridor looks the same — tall icy walls, with the occasional hanging lamp for light — and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up walking in circles for hours on end. These uniform halls serve a dual purpose as a maze for those led astray (often with negative intentions), and as a trap for foolish trespassers. Which is why Her Royal Highness had all the written records of this frozen labyrinth destroyed long ago. 

“These stupidly complex passageways are going to be the death of me I swear…”, letting out a deep sigh, you press your back against one of the frozen walls, and slowly sink to the floor. Being a low-ranking member of the Fatui had its perks — a tidy place to stay with regular warm meals and hundreds of people to socialize with is hard to pass up as an orphan. Yet in all of your years here, the only friend you have is Alyona. 

Alyona, the absentee.

The chilly wind has your teeth clattering against each other, and you click your tongue in irritation. Anger fuels the strength in your legs, and you quickly stand, ready to move at a moment’s notice. You take two steps forwards before your left knee buckles under you, leaving you kneeling at the foot of a lamp. The candle’s flame sways languidly, almost as if it’s laughing at your predicament.

“I swear once I find her…!” , your gloved hands bundle into fists, stretching the thick leather till it cracks, yet you’re far too ticked off to care. Just the idea of wandering around these identical pathways for another two hours, looking for Alyona in a frozen maze, makes your blood boil with rage. Why do you have to be the one to find her again? She’s always ‘missing’ from her squadron anyway, so why do they care where she is now? Another deep sigh drags through your lips, as giving up was never an option — your legs follow your mind’s order to ‘get up and continue searching’. 

The deep passageways begin to merge and dissipate within the blink of an eye. 

“Tsaritsa, I wish I had a map. It’s so annoying to crawl around like a mindless cockroach. There’s nothing special about this place anyway, so I don’t see why — oof!” A sudden impact cuts off your stream of complaints. Whatever hit you was far too warm to be a wall, yet before you can turn to identify the object, it latches onto you with incredible force.

“There you are [First]!” It’s Alyona, her eyes brimming with excitement as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “I was looking all over for you, you know?”, she bats her eyes and teasingly squeezes your upper arm, hoping to get a reaction.

Even though you’re exhausted and irked beyond belief, you gladly welcome her affection with a light chuckle. “That’s my line, you troublemaker! Honestly, do you even know how…” Half-heartedly, you ‌begin to give her a piece of your mind when a calm, deep voice beats you to it. 

“What are you two doing here?” 

Immediately Alyona and you stand as straight as a board. In front of you is one of the eleven harbingers — larger-than-life figures that run the Fatui like a well-oiled machine. There’s no telling what consequences might follow should you disrespect them.

“Lord Capitano, sir!”, even though your voice is still slightly hoarse from yelling, you salute first, and Alyona messily copies your action. Like a child mimicking their parent, the results are sloppy: she holds her elbow too high (it should have been level with her shoulders) and the cleanliness of her suit leaves much to be desired. Still, she hurriedly follows your actions. The two of you hold the salute like sculptures, and as your lungs burn from holding your breath, the primal urge to flee swims through your fear-induced mind. Out of all the people you could have run into, it just had to be him; ‘The Captain’ of the Fatui. As the main military leader within the Fatui, he’s well respected for his decisiveness in the field, and strategic planning off the field. To see his imposing figure standing before you, scanning your face for any traitorous signs, sends ripples of shame down your spine.

Capitano seems unimpressed by your demonstration of a proper Fatui salute, having seen an actual one at least a few dozen times per day, and moves closer instead.

“I’ll ask again.”, this time his voice is still, and the pressure he gives out is suffocating. The air around you feels thin, making you gasp for oxygen in the enclosed space. “What are the two of you doing here?”

His tone of voice clarifies that there’s no room for lies; there’s no way to worm the two of you out of this one. Your only choice is to confess, to tell him that the two of you were…

Alyona quickly lifts her head to respond, “[First] and I were heading towards the barracks, sir!” Willingly, she places the spotlight on herself — confidence oozing out of her every pore — choosing to burden herself with a major role. Like an actress on stage, she must recite her lines perfectly, as a single mistake would reveal her little performance. 

Capitano’s eyes seem to crinkle behind the darkness of his mask, and as he shifts his weight to one side, his head slowly rocks back and forth. At this moment, he has become a judge within this court of ice. One of his arms smoothly crosses itself over his torso, his large palm wrapping around his upper arm as he silently considers the validity of her statement.

“Were you now?”, his feet twitch with every syllable, almost as if the deadliest poison laces his words. He’s undoubtedly displeased with your behavior, and you’re positive that he is silently ruminating on your demise. The palpable tension in the air coils around your neck, threatening to squeeze out what little breath you still have. Yet before the depths of terror can swallow you whole, there’s a slight tug at the hem of your jacket. Alyona’s small, shaking hand had reached out and grabbed you, reminding you of the most important fact: you’re not alone. 

Courage bubbles up from deep with you, helping you find the resolve to look directly into his eyes and respond. “Yes, we were sir!”, your words come out clear, like a cleanly cut crystal. It’s a stark contrast to Alyona with her hidden right hand — still trembling from Capitano’s piercing gaze. His intense stare scrutinizes the both of you, skeptical of your true intentions.

He won’t fall for it. He knows better than to place his trust in the words of lowly grunts.

“Then…”, he pauses, visibly disappointed with your reactions, “Why are you in the Eastern Wing of the palace when the barracks are in the South Wing, Sergeant Alyona and Sergeant [First]?”, it’s only a single sentence, yet it rips away all forms of security. 

You had lied. 

To him.

Neither of you can formulate a response that will save you from the hole you’ve dug. The best that you can do is buy time with your stammering. “That is…”, you really wished you could come up with something, anything, to placate his anger. Yet, all excuses fell short on your tongue.

“Do you have no explanation for your actions, including answering a commanding officer dishonestly?” Capitano throws out one last line — morally thinner than a strand of spider silk — for either of you to hold on to. It’s a meager attempt at fishing out the truth, yet it’s painstakingly obvious that it does not matter.

“I see… very well, then.”, his baritone voice reverberates within the confined space. Mind evidently made up as he strides into your personal space. Before either of you can react, a wide, black gloved hand snaps upwards, harshly grabbing Alyona’s upper arm.

“I will tell Pantalone to transfer Sergeant Alyona to Sandrone immediately.” Alyona’s legs lock into place, while her eyes frantically shift around, looking for a way to escape from his clutches. 

“My Lord, you couldn’t possibly mean…!”

“You have tarnished the honor of the Fatui far too many times, Alyona Chepliev.” There’s no room for arguing with him, and instead of wasting her breath on excuses, she spins on her heel to face you.

“[First]! Help me, I don’t want to go to Lady Sandrone! She’s…” Yet before she can finish her pleading, an agile chop connects with the side of her neck, and knocks her unconscious. Capitano barely spares her a glance as he throws her inanimate body over his left shoulder.

“As for you…”, he silently trails off, obviously contemplating what horrible designation he should assign to you. He could leave you with Il Dottore, where he would subject you to a myriad of gruesome experiments. Or he may throw you into the hands of Pierro, who will exploit your every weakness in the name of ‘victory’. Either way, you’re doomed.

“From now on,” your teeth grind against each other in anticipation, “You will be under my command.” Your disbelief is in bold letters across your face, as you crane your head upwards with a matching pair of full-blown eyes and a slack jaw.

Capitano takes your silence as acknowledgement of his judgment, still walking a few feet ahead of you, when he continues his verdict on your transgressions.

"I will thoroughly embed the meaning of honor, to both oneself and one’s god, into you. Once you are free from the confines of your weaknesses, then I will acknowledge you as one of mine.”

“However, know this Sergeant [First]…”, swiftly, he turns on his heel, coming face-to-face with you in a blink of an eye. The encompassing air stills for a moment, sending a biting chill through your veins. One of his clawed fingers reaches out, quietly stroking the apple of your right cheek. He’s close enough to see and feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, yet it brings no comfort to your shaking figure as he gives you one final warning.

“There will be no second chances.”

© 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

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Title: Tea Screen [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Title: Tea Screen [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Synopsis: The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers? 

Word Count: 2240

Notes: Yandere, forced marriage, abuse

 “Is–is it acceptable, my lord?”

The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers? Even if its only approval for a selection of tea.

You rock forward, just enough to peek your head past the screen keeping you from view, and glance at the selection laid out carefully in front of Scaramouche–in front of your husband. 

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