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ʚ About me - Bia | They/Them | 19 | Scaramouche kin ɞ

About my blog - I write Scaramouche best but will gladly write any other Genshin Impact or Honkai Star Rail characters.

ʚ Requests are always open

ʚ I will write -

NSFW & SFW

Hard kinks

Character x Character

Any gender characters

Any gender reader

Poly ships

ʚ I won't write -

Minor x Adult

Aged up characters

Incest

ʚ DNI with my blog if you are easily triggered, take care of yourself.

[bugsbia]

Hi!! Could you write mean, harbinger Scara with a breeding kink? Just him bending reader (fem) over any surface and fucking them into overstimulation <3

Thank you in advance ❤️💖

ʚ Scaramouche x reader smut

ʚ BEFORE READING: I've been inactive for a long time now due to life being life but I do fanfic comms, $8 for minimum 2k words, including nsfw fanfic so just message or inbox if you're interested.

ʚ WARNINGS: usage of the words slut and whore, degradation, breeding, mentions of carrying his heir/baby, didn't proof read.

You felt his fingers trailing up your waist, calloused hands slowly pushing your shirt up. How you got here is a question of its own; you have no idea really. Your night started simple, having attended another boring work party.

That was until your boss approached you, pulling you away into his office. Probably to discuss a new hire or some other work bullshit you'd forget within a few hours. Either way you followed, it wasn't like you had much of an option to begin with anyway, unless you wanted to be fired.

And that's how you got here—his hands on your body, lips against your neck as you lay beneath him. Maybe you both drank too much, or maybe the mutual attraction had been left unattended all too long; all you knew was that it felt heavenly. 

He slipped your shirt off, gazing down at your form, admiring every curve of your body. "So utterly perfect," he murmured as he unclipped your bra, taking it off of you and throwing it off to the side before leaning down, swirling his tongue around your nipple. 

Soft noises escaped your lips, whimpers, and hushed moans at the sensation of his tongue working so hungrily against your heated flesh. "Scara..." you breathed out, a breathy moan of desperation for more.

He was happy to oblige as he pulled away, not hesitating to flip you over and bend you over his desk, his fingers quickly slipping beneath your skirt and hiking it up around your waist.

"Such a pretty sight," he spoke under his breath, more so to himself than you as he slapped your ass, his harsh slap leaving a nice red mark on your skin.

He quickly unzipped his pants, not even bothering to take them off fully as he began rubbing his throbbing erection against your ass, a satisfied groan escaping his lips. 

Snaking his hand around your body, he wrapped one hand around your throat, the other pushing your panties down your legs as he made quick work to rub the head of his cock against your slick folds.

"You're gonna take it, and you're gonna love it," he whispered against your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine as he finally pushed inside you. Burying himself balls deep in your warmth with a groan of satisfaction.

He spared you some kindness, letting you adjust to his size, but only for a moment before he began moving. Pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back into you, his harsh movements causing your entire body to jerk with every thrust.

"Such a slut, letting your boss fuck you like this. You've been wanting this, haven't you? Dumb whore." His words were harsh, yet they only seemed to arouse you further, and he could tell; he could feel the way you clenched around his shaft; he could hear those noises of pleasure that fell from your lips.

It spurred him on, his movements only seeming to grow harsher as he pounded into your, his hand on your throat tightening slightly, but not enough to actually hurt you. 

"Take it, take every inch of me." He murmured, "I'm gonna breed you; fill you up with my cum until you carry my baby. You like the idea of that? Carrying my heir like the breeding bitch you are?" 

His words combined with his harsh thrusts made your head spin, pleasure clouding your mind as he took you from behind; his hand on your throat only added to it all, making you slightly dizzy.

Releasing your throat, his hand moved between your thighs, rubbing your clit harshly as he sought to make you cum. "Cum," he demanded harshly, "cum for me now you slut."

You couldn't hold it back; his cock plunging deep inside you combined with his quick movements against your clit sent you spiralling over the edge. Sweet moans of his name fell from your lips as you came around his cock.

That didn't cause him to slow down at all; if anything, it made him go harder. He didn't give you a single second to calm from your high; he only thrusted harsher, positioning himself so he could hit even deeper.

"You're so fucking tight when you cum; keep going and I won't be able to hold back." His words came with a harsh slap against your ass, his other hand still rubbing against your clitoral.

It was becoming too much; you couldn't help but let a few whimpers and whines out at the intensity of it all. It felt too good; you wanted it to stop, but at the same time you didn't; it was driving you crazy.

"You're whining like a bitch; you can't handle it, can you?" He spat harshly; his words were mocking. "Too bad, because I won't be stopping anytime soon."

Pleasure started to combine with pain; it hurt, but it hurt so good, so addictingly. Tears built up in your eyes from the pleasure and pain, and it earned a sadistic laugh from Scaramouche.

Slapping your ass, he spoke again, "Crying already?" His question was sarcastic. He didn't care if you were crying; if anything, it only aroused him further.

His cock twitched inside you. "Fuck," he stammered, feeling himself grow closer to the edge of cumming; he couldn't hold back much longer, not when you looked so pathetically perfect beneath him.

Scaramouche dug his hands into your hair, pulling your head back as his thrusts grew sloppy and desperate. "You're gonna take every last drop like the good slut you are." 

A string of curses and moans spilt from his lips as he finally came, "That's it, I'm going to fill you up, he whispered breathily against your ear as his cum flooded your pussy, his hand tightening in your hair.

He rested his head against your shoulder as he came down from his high, finally releasing your hair and letting your head rest against his desk while his cock remained buried deep inside you.

"We're not done yet," he said as he straightened up, his hands moving to grip your waist as he grinded into you again, groaning with pleasure.

Still without giving you much time to recover, he began thrusting inside you again, but this time it was more desperate; he had passed the point of caring; right now all he cared about was satisfying his desire and breeding you.

Seeing how overstimulated you were didn't deter him at all; he revelled in the way you squirmed and whined beneath him; it drove him wild with desire. Your tears are fuelling his perverse desires and making him crave you more than he already did.

His hand snaked between your thighs again, but this time his movements were slow. It was tantilizing; his slow fingers left you wanting more but were also too much to handle.

Your hips bucked against his hand, automatically reacting to his torturous stimulation as you whined again, more tears spilling from your eyes.

"You're so pathetic; can't even handle me for this long?" He mocked, moving his fingers faster against your clitter but only for a few seconds before slowing again.

A sadistic chuckle escaped his lips. He revelled in your painful pleasure; your pitiful state was nothing but perfection to him. His perfect and smart little assistant is now a crying mess beneath him, all while pleasuring him.

He couldn't hold on too long at this point; you just felt so good wrapped around him, and you'd feel even better cumming again. His fingers moved quicker, eager to push you over the edge so he could feel you clench around him, even if you couldn't handle it.

You weakly tried to protest; although your protests were half-hearted, you craved this pleasure even if it felt like torture, and despite your weak protest, his fingers continued.

His fingers continued until you couldn't hold back anymore, gasping loudly as you came around his cock again. The release felt so painfully good, and it only caused more tears to spill from your eyes.

Feeling your pussyclench around his cock again, Scaramouche was also pushed over the edge, his hand falling from your clit to grip your waist painfully as he reached his peak.

His nails dug into your waist as he thrusted sloppily into you. "Fuck, just like that, you slut," he whispered, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your welcoming heat once again. Some of it spills out and drips down your thighs.

Pulling out, he stepped back to admire the sight for a moment—your sweaty and trembling body, his cum spilling from your pussy. He slapped your ass again. "Clean yourself up,"  he spoke as he cleaned himself off and quickly zipped his pants up again.

"I'll see you again tomorrow,"  he said while tossing you a cloth to clean yourself off with. He then turned away, leaving you alone to deal with the mess, but also with the promise of more tomorrow.

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ʚ I worship you

ʚ BEFORE READING: im still kinda mia, dont expect much

ʚ WARNINGS: chiscara, afab scara but its not mentioned much, very soft fic, bit of worship stuff going on. not very sex focused, more emotions. i didnt proof read.

That stupid ginger.

The way he stood there so confidently, so smugly all while being the lowest ranking of them all, with that stupid look of devotion in his eyes as he looked up at the Tsaritsa.

It ignited something in Scaramouche. Jealousy? Arousal? That couldn’t be. He’d long forgotten his filthy human emotions and desires, right?

That’s what he told himself at least, told everyone. Yet here he was.

Heavy breathes mingling, clothes strewn about his private quarter’s without a care. Another night of fucking his frustration out with none other than the ginger he despised so much but also so desperately wanted.

“Scara-“ childe said breathily, each word laced with desperation as he gazed up at Scaramouche, watching the way the he rode him. The soft bounce of his hair, the look of concentration mixed with pleasure.

“Shut up.” The smaller man said harshly, but quietly as he tried to keep control of himself and the situation at hand.

He knew how risky this was, how dangerous emotions could be, and how he would fall apart if he saw that look on Childe’s eyes.

That look of devotion, of worship and pleasure. The look childe carried in his eyes everytime the two of them were here. The look that Scaramouche desperately searched for outside of sex, yet never seemed to find.

He hated it, how he could only be worthy of worship when it be in the sheets. Was he not enough? How could he not be enough for a mere human? He was meant to be a god, and yet he found himself feeling as though he were a mere object.

“Childe-“ he breathed out, voice shaky as he grew closer to his orgasm. He had always avoided finishing in bed, it was a risky play. It could unleash emotions he never intended to be released, and he was content in the temporary feeling of being wanted, of being needed.

Images flashed through his head, images of that damned look in Childe’s eyes, that devotion and worship. Those images mixed with the noises of their combined groans and moans of pleasure sent him over the edge.

His eyes shot open as he came, sweet moans of release escaping his lips as he looked down at Childe, and he had that look of worship. Of course he did, and he could see an extra level of satisfaction beneath those blue eyes.

Childe placed his hands on Scara’s hips, gently coaxing him through his orgasm and drinking in the sight of Scaramouche. The pleasure etched into every feature of his face, the rise and fall of his chest as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

“You’re beautiful like this.” The ginger said softly, though his words were still laced with the pleasure of being buried in Scaramouche.

“What?” Scaramouche said, breath catching in his throat for just a moment as he tried to register what was just said to him. 

They never usually complimented one another in bed, it was always a very primal task. Merely blowing off some steam.

“I said you’re beautiful like this, Scaramouche.” He repeated so confidently, as if his words weren’t out of the ordinary. As if he meant it.

Yet he was met with silence as Scaramouche struggled to respond, usually he’d have a witty comeback, something that would put him in control again, and yet there was nothing.

Nothing but the sound of his heart racing in his ears, the warm blush on his cheeks which he couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or merely being flustered.

Their short silence was broke by Childe wrapping his arms around Scara’s waist and pulling him close, holding him against his chest as he began moving again.

Scaramouche bit back a moan, feeling incredibly sensitive from his previous orgasm but also feeling a rush of emotions from being held in such an intimate way. It felt warm and comforting, enough so for tears to prick at the corner of his eyes.

“Childe-“ he whispered against neck as his walls began to crumble, returning the embrace with an almost desperate touch, like he had been waiting years for this moment. 

The grip around his waist tightened as Childe began peppering kisses on scara’s head, every soft kiss sending bouts of confusion and desire through Scaramouche.

It was like they were both waiting for this moment, for just one moment of clarity. Where they weren’t driven by primal desires, by a need for release, but instead driven by something else, something neither of them had yet to admit.

“I’m close-“ 

Scaramouche hesitated for a short moment before speaking, sitting up slightly so he could look at Childe’s face and gauge his reaction.

“You can… cum inside.” 

“Shit- are you sure?”

“Just cum inside.”

At this point it was a demand, a desperate pleaz Scara needed this badly, he needed to feel that connection. 

Childe moved his arms, moving to grasp and grope at Scara’s ass as he began thrusting harder and deeper into his pussy. Desperately chasing his release, desperate to finally be able to do the forbidden.

Their moans and groans of pleasure echoed through the room, the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Release steadily approaching for both of them. 

“Fuck… scara-“ he moaned out as he finally came, cumming deep inside Scaramouche’s pussy, pumping every last drop he had to offer.

A second orgasm quickly approached Scara, maybe it was the taboo of letting Childe cum inside that drove him over the edge, maybe it was the extreme emotions whirling inside him, but he couldn’t hold back his pleasure. 

They became a mess of moans and groans as pleasure wracked through each of their bodies until they slowly began to calm down, scara pulling away to sit on the edge of the bed.

It felt awkward for scaramouche, letting someone get this close to him, to go further than mere primal desires and tap into the emotions he had so desperately tried to bury. 

Yet, he felt relief.

A weight was taken from his shoulders, that Childe didn’t push him away at the sight of him letting go, he didn’t reject Scara’s touches despite the desperation in them. In fact, he embraced them.

“Scara…” 

He was ripped from his thoughts, Childe’s voice startling him almost with how soft and almost concerned it sounded.

“Scara…?” He repeated, reaching out and gently touching scara’s shoulder.

For the first time he didn’t pull away, he didn’t slap Childe’s hand away and glare at him as if he were filth. Instead he looked back at the man, and was met with those adoring eyes, the look of adoration he was so desperate for. 

“What’s with you and that look? I always see you look at the Tsaritsa that way, are you hoping to get in her bed too?” He spat, feeling his jealousy bubble up again as he remembered the way Childe would look up at her majesty so devotedly.

“What? The Tsaritsa? She’s my boss, Scaramouche.”

“If she’s your boss and you look at her the same way you look at me, then what does that make us?” 

He didn’t realise the implications of his words before it was too late.

“What doesn’t that make us?”

“That wasn’t what I meant, don’t get your hopes up.”

“I serve the Tsaritsa,” childe said as wrapped an arm around Scara’s waist, pulling him back down onto the bed and in his warm embrace.

“But I worship you.” He whispered softly against the nape of the smaller man’s neck, a confession that had long been weighing down on his shoulders.

A single tear escaped the puppets eye, then a second, then a third.

Was he worthy of someone’s worship? His own mother saw no worth in him, he was too emotional for his purpose and yet here he was. Worshiped by a man who had been given no reason to believe that Scaramouche was worthy. 

Scaramouche didn’t sob, he didn’t lash out or say anything. He just let his tears fall, closing his eyes and accepting the warmth of Childe’s embrace. It may only be temporary, but it had been too long since he had known comfort. 

The puppet fell asleep in the mans arms, weeping in his slumber, but this time he wouldn’t be discarded for it.

[bugsbia]

Vladimir Putin+Scaramouche🥺🥺🥺🤞💜💜💜💜💜💜 Bts💜💜💜

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[bugsbia]

where are ur header and pfp scara pics from?

[thebluewaitingroom]

beyond repair - a poem

He had to convince himself that he wasn’t a criminal stealing her heart, and carelessly losing it. Deep down, he knew what a reckless man he could be and though he knew that she was trying to fix him, he knew he was beyond repair. Her heart was found crushed in the crossfire and she had to convince herself that she was fine living without it.

✰ - k.

[thebluewaitingroom]

hoax - a poem

I'm sick and tired of your philosophies I'm tired of hearing you announce "I should be in therapy" out of everyone, right? trust me, I know. You broke my bones with the words you spoke I'm bending them back into place you know it takes a while, and it still aches when I see your face Your voice was laced with irony cause you didn't have to leave, but you did anyway I didn't beg you to stay. You treated me like I was a joke were we just a hoax?

✰ - k.

I'm noticing I'm trying to incorporate rhyming more into my poems. I hope its working well ☻

[thebluewaitingroom]

melancholia - a poem

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drowned out by melancholia. So much so that, I’ve accepted her presence, and made a bed for her in my home. I’ve known people who consider melancholia to be a foreign feeling. But for me, she’s an old friend, who keeps weaving in and out of my life teaching me something new every time. Me and melancholia go way back. We often have sleepovers. She mostly just keeps me up, as we sit in each other's company. Sometimes, she’ll visit me on days I never would expect, And she often overstays her welcome. I've grown to accept her untimely visits. They say it’s a fleeting feeling, but they don’t know her the way I do. Me and melancholia are best friends.

✰ - k.

Literally just pulled this out of nowhere but I'm fond of it. It's literally 4:30 a.m.; I think it's time to zzz.

[thebluewaitingroom]

careless - a poem

You were never deserving of the love that I was willing to give. Holding it up my sleeve, just like my heart, but you were never keen to receive. Once I finally gave you my heart, it cracked in your hand, pale skin drawing scarlet blood. Pieces, into pieces, into pieces, scattered on the vermillion stained carpet; and you point-blanked my peace. I never was one to walk away, but at that moment, I knew a man so careless, would only make me bleed.

✰ - k.

I blame the Saw franchise for this goreish imagery.

[bugsbia]

ʚ Kabukimono Nsfw Alphabet

ʚ BEFORE READING: Sorry for my recent inactivity, i am perhaps, just a little, burnt out. This is about the Kabukimono phase of Scaramouche's life specifically.

ʚ WARNINGS: none really needed, Kabuki is very soft and quite the virgin. Reader is a little dom, but not very.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kabukimono is a softie for you, so naturally he'll give you aftercare without a second thought. He'll pamper you in kisses and tell you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He'll wanna fall asleep in your arms afterwards, just staying close to you! Don't forget to give him aftercare too though, he needs his love too.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He loves all of you really, but your tits are his favourite. They're just so soft and warm, he can’t help but play with them during sex. Sucking on yours tits happily while he buries his dick inside you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He’d cum inside you if you let him, he likes the way it makes him feel so close and connected to you. Don't surprised him he quietly begs for your permission to cum inside when he starts getting close.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you cry from pleasure? sends him reeling. The first time it happened he got worried, thinking he'd hurt you or pushed you too far, but when you explained that overwhelming pleasure can cause you to cry he became addicted to it. He does everything within his power to make you cry everytime.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sweet Little Kabukimono has no experience at all, and we all know that. He’s a bit shy about it, but not ashamed. He just wants you to lead him through it, show him how things work and teach him how to make both himself and you feel good.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Big fan of cowgirl but more so when he’s sitting up opposed to laying back, he likes being able to wrap his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck or between your tits. He’s a bit clingy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s not so much goofy in a playful way, but goofy in an inexperienced way. He’s trying his best to learn the ropes though, so don’t get upset with him, he just wants to please you. Have fun with it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

As mentioned in the Scaramouche one, he’s a puppet and most likely hairless. Though he can’t really change that as Kabukimono since Dottore isn't around.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is a need for him, he isn’t really here for recreational sex (most of the time). To him it’s something very intimate and he loves that, he loves being so close and romantic with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t masturbate often, but he will if you’ve been too busy or are away on a trip. Though it’ll never feel as good as when you help him, he needs you. He’ll spend the entire session whimpering and whining to himself about how he misses you so much and how he needs you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned earlier, dacryphilia. He thinks it's just so nice when he sees you crying because he makes you feel so good, it's like wordless praise to him. Aside from that he might slip out some "mommy's" here and there, the mommy issues go hard for him, especially when you teach him the ropes.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The cosy comfort of your bed. If you two share a bed then it's a nice moment of intimacy in a place only for the two of you, if you don't then he'll love being in your bed, in your space. Makes him feel special, that he gets to be in your spaces and do such things with you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his neck, it'll do it for him. The close contact and the way it feels, he can't resist your touch, the way your lips feel against his skin. He'll be a mess within seconds if you're not careful.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sorry but Kabukimono can’t be mean to you during sex, he’ll feel bad. He’s too sweet for his own good, and he really doesn’t wanna upset or hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes giving and receiving, but prefers giving, he's a big giver. He's quite shy though, he worries he's not doing good enough or that it'll be gross for you if you go down on him, but once he gets into it and learns a bit he will gladly give or receive any day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically he'll go for slow and passionate, he likes the intimacy of the act and things end too quickly if you're going fast. Though he isn't totally against it, at the end of the day he wants to do his best to please you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As mentioned just before, he prefers slow and passionate sex, he's a soft guy and just wants to be close to you. To savour the way you feel, the taste of your skin, the way your lips feel. But, he will indulge if you really want to have a quickie, but not often. He thinks waiting is more worthwhile.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is always down to try new things within his limits, those limits being he simply does not want to hurt you or cause you any discomfort. So he'll decline if you ask for those sort of things, but beyond that he'll try it at least once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As we know Kabukimono is a puppet, and therefore he has practically infinite stamina. Meaning he'll go on for as long as you desire, and as long as there isn't anything else either you or he have to attend to.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before you he had never considered the concept of sex toys, he didn't know the existed, so he didn't have any and had never used them. Once you brought up the idea he was confused at first, naturally, but willing to learn and try new things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hardly knows how to tease, he's awkward and clumsy, doesn't know how these things work. Eventually, if you push him in the right direction, he'll get the hang of it though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kabukimono can be fairly loud, he whimpers and whines a lot, he can't help it when you just feel so good. He'll try keep it quiet but it isn't rare for him to get too excited, meaning you'll have to help him keep quiet a bit. He'll gladly suck on your fingers if you want him to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He cries too sometimes, after long sessions he just gets so sensitive and so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can't hold back a few tears. He looks so pretty when he cries too, it makes his eyes glisten.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His body is quite slim and delicate looking, smooth pale skin blemish free, untouched. His skin is so soft too, just feels so smooth and nice under your fingers. As for his size, he's around 6~ inches, the tip is a pretty light pink colour and super sensitive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty normal, and he's pretty good at controlling himself when it comes to being on his own. That said though, if you're around it's a bit harder, especially if you're being touchy with him. He's just a touch starved virgin after all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Puppets do not need sleep, so he probably won't fall asleep. He'll probably just go back to doing whatever tasks he had for the day, maybe he'll make you some food. If he isn't busy then maybe he'll nap with you a bit.

[thebluewaitingroom]

hardest i love you - a poem

The hardest ‘I love you’s’ are when you’re leaning over a hospital bed lost for words. Your mind pleads for your lips to utter something— anything. You repressed phrases of appreciation that you always found yourself too afraid to say, So, ‘I love you’ is the only thing to come out  of your cobweb-ridden mouth. And then, for the last time, you kiss them goodbye, because maybe, a kiss could convey more than what three words ever could. And that’s when ‘I love you’  became hard to say.

✰ - k.

12/03/2020.

[thebluewaitingroom]

ambiguous loss - poem

I’m grieving the person I thought you were before you used my weapons against me.

✰ - k.

[thebluewaitingroom]

“I’m beginning to think I imagined you all along.”

arctic monkeys, cornerstone

[thebluewaitingroom]

burst an artery - a poem

I tore a muscle or two  trying to chase after you. I swear I burst an artery; running for my life — my love,  my heart beaten black and blue til it was numb. I’m trying to carry on  a limp in my walk, But you wouldn't even turn back to realise I got knocked down, and had been long gone.

✰ - k.

Another idea I had written in high school, about someone who is now long gone, and I genuinely cannot believe they were my muse once upon a time ago.

[bugsbia]

I loved your Xiao NSFW alphabet.

If you can, can you do the same with Zhongli? I got something for daddy geo 😩

Take your time and don't rush yourself!

ʚ Zhongli Nsfw Alphabet

ʚ BEFORE READING: Fem reader

ʚ WARNINGS: none really needed (?)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare, he's such a sweetie. He'll make you some nice tea and help you clean up, maybe run a warm bath so you can relax and give your muscles a well deserved break. He'll also give you some praises, reminding you of how much he loves you and how good you are for him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's an odd one but he likes your eyes, he thinks they're so gorgeous but also loves to to see your pretty eyes fill with tears of pleasure during sex, and the way he can see all those emotions swirling behind them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He'd probably like cumming inside of you, he enjoys the intimacy of the act but it's also a bit of a primal instinct thing. He can't deny the urges that come with his existence as a dragon Adepti.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As mentioned earlier, he enjoys your tears, as long as it's not tears of pain or sadness. but if you start to tear up due to how overwhelmingly good he makes you feel? Oh he'll lose it, you just look too pretty like that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has experience, he's very old and given his status and charming personality it wasn't ever hard for him to find partners in life, so he has quite the experience under his belt and knows exactly what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Zhongli likes the position where he’s basically just spooning you, it’s intimate and pretty comfortable but also lets him bury his face into your neck. He’ll pepper kisses up and down your shoulders and neck while burying himself deep inside you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Generally speaking he's more the serious type, but he can be quite light hearted. He'll let a laugh escape his lips if you start acting silly, he's all for some light hearted fun.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's in control of his physical form due to his ability to shape shift, but he does have body hair in a way of fully imitating the human body. He doesn't care to shave but does keep himself tidy and trimmed though.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Quite the intimate man, and romantic. He'll often prioritise your pleasure over his own and ensure you're feeling the best you can, he's quite the soft dom really. He'll take great care of you and whisper sweet nothings into your ears while fucking you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation isn't something he really cares for, sex is more about intimacy for him rather than about feeling good. Maybe, if you're gone for too long on errands and he's just too pent up, then maybe he'll deal with it himself. But he'll be thinking of you the entire time, getting off to the thought of you and how much he misses your body.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding. Something about breeding makes his primal instincts kick in, maybe he even has seasonal rutting due to his nature as a partial dragon. During that time he will make sure to cum inside you each and every time, he just wants to fill you up.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The comfort of his, or you, cozy bed. He’s a traditional man and while he can understand the fun behind more thrilling locations, he still prefers the comfort of a bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He enjoys when you dress up pretty for him, even if it's something simple and inexpensive, it still gets him going. Lingerie is apart of that, he thinks it compliments your body so well and you just look so pretty, wear his favourite colours or something that matches his clothes and he'll get worked up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Things like knife play aren't something he wants to get into, generally speaking he's down to try anything at least once but knife play is a big no. Same applies to other things that can cause a lot of damage to you or him, he can get rough sometimes but he never wants to see his beloved being truly hurt.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He knows how to use his tongue, he is an expert and will go down on you whenever you want, he's addicted to both the taste of you and the way you squirm and moan when he goes down on you. He quite fond of being on the receiving end too, he enjoys it a lot, and loves the way you look up at him when you're kneeling before him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is how things always start, but sometimes his animalistic instincts kick in and he can't help but pick up the pace and just drive him cock into you desperately.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As mentioned earlier, he is a traditional man so quickies are not his forte. He'd much rather savour the feeling and taste of your skin, trace every delicate curve of your body with his fingers as he carefully explores your body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Taking risks isn't something he's particularly fond of, he's an ex-archon and as such proper manners and etiquette is drilled into his mind. So he won't want to get too risky, the extent of his risk is letting you leave lipstick smudges on his neck after a steamy make out session.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Zhongli has pretty damn good stamina, he can go on for as many rounds and for as long as you want. Being a dragon Adepti and an ex-archon means he has had many of years for endurance training.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own toys since he found it to be pretty useless for himself, but when with you he considered the idea, for both himself and you. He's always willing to try new things, even if he's a bit confused. As long as you're happy and satisfied.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is something he is fond of in certain occasions, but he's quite the service dom. He'll tease you if you're acting bratty or if you tease him first, though most of the time he'll skip the teasing and go straight to pleasuring you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not a very loud person when it comes to groans or moans, but he is vocal in the sense of talking. He loves to whisper sweet nothings to you, praise you for doing so well for him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Shower sex. He likes shower sex, he thinks the way the water rolls down your body is erotic and your damp hair is so attractive. He also likes the convenience, he can be as messy as he wants and then after it all help you clean up. He enjoys the cleaning up part just as much as the actual sex too, helping you wash your hair and clean yourself is an intimate moment that he truly relishes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Zhongli can shape shift, as such he can change his body to be the perfect fit for you. Generally speaking though he'll stick to the average, around 6 inches, but if you want more or less then he is more than willing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly average, his sex drive isn't very high most of the time unless you provoke him. If you bend over in front of him when wearing a short skin your press yourself up against him then he'll struggle to keep himself at bay.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes sleeping afterwards, he's not a busy man anymore and values his downtime and there's nothing better than relaxing with you and falling asleep with each other.

[thebluewaitingroom]

hero - a poem

You are the hero in my story that fought for me When I didn’t even know that I needed saving.

✰ - k.

[thebluewaitingroom]

run dry - a poem

Oh, and that’s the end the end of a story that never happened. You and me, gazing at a blanket of stars, a wasted potential of what could have been. We ignore it as we lie on the grass. Our narrative was not penned in those stars. A story whose writers had run out of ink, before it had even reached the paper. Darling, how could we have run dry so quickly? Maybe we were born to be a crumpled piece of paper In an author's paper bin. And that’s how you end a story  that was never written.

✰ - k.

Nothing to say about this one but admit it's one of my favourites.