you can call me Ash! I am both a writer and artist, but this account is mostly for writing. 19, she/her preferably, Scaramouche enthusiast. fluff, angst, romance.
condensed list of fandoms, the fics are color-coded: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Alien Stage, the Case Study of Vanitas, Ultrakill, Needy Streamer Overload, Frieren
my favorite characters to write for are Scaramouche, Lohen, Childe, Harumasa, Anaxa, Sunday, Aventurine, Flins, and Phainon
I would love to be mutuals with other similar writers (especially Scara fans)!!
my DNI list is pretty standard, just no proshippers, incest, and I like to avoid the very opinionated shipping
REQUESTS
requests for xreaders are open! here are the guidelines:
I will try to write them! I'm a very self indulgent writer, though; but it is almost a guarantee if it's about Scaramouche or Lohen
I only write xreaders for male characters
keep in mind, I am ace! some smut is okay but I won't go too crazy on the details
whump, gore, and dark pyschological fics are okay, although romance is not the goal of them. but seriously I would love to write whump
I can write both in-universe and AUs
as long as you specify, I can write a male or female reader. I usually do fem or GN
I'd like to have emoji anons, the ones already taken are: âŠď¸
ONE SHOTS (most recent works at the top)
Neutral!reader unless specified otherwise!
Dance with Death Part 3 [lohen x fatui reader]
Dance with Death Part 2 [lohen x fatui reader]
Dance with Death [lohen x fatui reader]
Divinity's Plaything (Sing Me Praises Part 3) [request, god complex scaramouche x follower fem!reader]
Words of Comfort [request, astralyn hurt/comfort]
Eyes on Me Part 2 [request, geek scaramouche x popular fem!reader in cosplay]
Phainon Smut Headcanons [smutty phainon x reader]
Snowed In [fluffy phainon x reader]
Eyes on Me [request, geek scaramouche x popular fem!reader]
Little Test Subject [request, scaramouche x dottore's test subject reader]
I HATE My Coworker (Please Kiss Me) [scaramouche x barista reader]
Is That Your Baby? [scaramouche finds a baby that only likes him]
Saccharine Venom [vampire hunter scaramouche x vampire fem!reader]
Sick Day [request, harumasa x fem!reader]
Millionaire Lookin' Part 2 [request, rich scaramouche x reader]
Millionaire Lookin' [rich scaramouche x reader]
My Favorite Paperboy [newsboy harumasa x fem!reader]
Clandestine [hoyofair spy/hacker scaramouche x spy reader]
Reverent Infatuation (Sing Me Praises pt. 2) [god complex scaramouche x follower fem!reader]
Sing Me Praises [god complex scaramouche x follower fem!reader]
Anniversary [hyuluka modern au]
OTHER LISTS
Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
EXTENDED WORKS (better read on ao3)
Five Ways to Seduce a Maid [scaramouche x fem!reader, both working in a maid cafe]
updates only on ao3
1. Prologue
Curtain Call [scaramouche high school theater au]
Part 1 / Part 2
status: being revamped!
Someday I Hope to Be as Kind as You [sumeru akademiya wanderer x fem!reader]
only on ao3 (and wattpad but that's irrelevant)
1. Prologue / 2. A Thesis? / 3. Progress, Sort Of / 4. Answers from an Archon / 5. Making Amends / 6. Wanderer Overthinks His Life / 7. Field Trip, Part I / 8. Field Trip, Part II / 9. Field Trip, Part III / 10. Puppets Don't Get Drunk / 11. Recollection / 12. Arts and Crafts / 13. Booth Shifts, Together / 14. And So You Make Your Escape / 15. Babysitting / 16. "I Think You're so Good, and I'm Nothing Like You" / 17. "Look At You Go, I Just Adore You" / 18. "I Wish That I Knew What Makes You Think I'm So Special" / 19. Irminsul's Branches / 20. Everything He Didn't Tell You / 21. Sure as the Rain Falls / 22. An End to the Thesis / 23. Ending Announcements / 24. Christmas Special
status: completed
a little nsft drabble fleshing out this post because i have been going fucking insane thinking about it .
or, in which you actually pin lohen in a sparring session, and he cums about it!
You're in rare form today.
Lohen has been keeping you on your toes for months now, surprise sparring sessions hardly out of the ordinary these days. He'd made sure you kept up on your training, every single day, on top of it; after all, to be a knight, you have to be able to back it up with skills, right?
(Nevermind the fact that he didn't train anyone else nearly as hard. You had half a mind to suspect he was training you to be his own personal plaything; someone who could keep up with him, keep him entertained.)
Despite the countless sparring sessions against the vice captain himself (it has to be in the hundreds now), you're ashamed to admit... you haven't won once. Not even when he's given himself a handicap. Not when he quite literally has one hand tied behind his back, not when he had a blindfold on that one time, certainly not when he offered to only use hand to hand while you kept your sword (you'd been cocky that day, too; and it'd been a new record for how quickly he'd shoved your face in the dirt.)
That being said... Again. You're in rare form today. Well rested, well fed, already warmed up, and you're lucky enough that Lohen is only allowing himself to use one arm, the other restrained in case his reflexes try to kick in a little too hard. It's a hand to hand session, which doesn't always work in your favor, but practice truly makes perfect, doesn't it?
At least, that's what you're thinking as you get the vice captain of the 5th company pinned down for the first time in your entire career.
You have no earthly fucking idea of how you managed it, but you've got him under you, his stomach pressed to the ground, his fighting arm now forced with the other behind his back. Your knee presses harshly into his back to keep him down as you hold him by the wrist, twisting his arm, further, further, until you can see (and feel) his entire body tense up at the pain.
You laugh in disbelief, adrenaline racing through your veins as you manage to keep him restrained even through his last few thrashes, kicks he tries to blindly throw your way from below. You distantly think about how much of a shame it is that no one else is at the training grounds so late; will anyone even believe you??
He turns his face to the side, looking up at you with a feral grin, eyes alight, and snarling as he tries one final time to throw you off.
You remember the nasty kick you'd thrown into his ribs just days ago, enough to knock the wind out of him (along with something primal between a whine and a laugh), and it's pure instinct guiding you now as your hand shoots to his side, fingers finding where you assume the bruise will be and pressing.
All of the fight leaves him in one heavy shudder wracking his body. Sliding your knees to either side of his body now that he's pinned in place, you lean your weight more heavily onto the arm you've got twisted behind his back, and it punches a surprised, strained little noise out of Lohen. When you glance up, you see that his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip harshly, pain visible on his face. His breathing is heavy underneath you.
"You gonna tap??" you pant, feeling the burn in your muscles; you already know that if you relent now, he'll find a way to flip this on you.
He makes a rough, frustrated noise, experimentally tugging against your hold, body still tense. He's expecting you to twist his arm further, give him a reason to tap with a little more dignity.
Instead, you press down on the bruise on his side again, and you rub.
The effect is instantaneous. You feel Lohen jolt beneath you, shaking a bit... and a filthy, unmistakable moan pours out of him.
You pause for a moment, feeling your face heat up. You let your gaze flit to his face again, and the sight goes straight between your legs; there's a flush high on his cheeks, and his bottom lip is bleeding a little from how hard he's been biting it. His eyes are half-lidded, but instead of his usual smug grin, he looks... a little embarrassed, wow. But... you don't pull your hand away from the bruise, nor do you consider releasing his arm. After all, you can't just... let him win, can you?
"Well?" you prod, trying to give him enough of a break to speak up.
Lohen's voice sounds uncharacteristically broken as he looks up at you from the corner of his eye, his voice cracking. "Not a chanceâ hah, fuck, fuck, wait-"
You start moving your thumb against his ribs again, clearly right on the mora about where the bruise was. Your lips part in awe as you see his eyes roll back in his skull, brows knitting together as the rest of him shivers viciously.
"I can do this all day, you know," you breathe out, entranced by this side of Lohen you've accidentally dragged out.
"Fucking...! Shit, just wait until I get my hands on- ah no fuck please wait wait-"
You briefly think about hearing him out, but considering he sounds awfully close to threatening you... you instead twist his arm, just an extra centimeter or two, to add onto the torment you're already putting him through.
Lohen's voice is shaky and desperate and frantic. "Wait wait wait please stop I'm gonna cum-"
Well. That gets your attention.
...You know it's a bad idea. You know he's going to make you pay for it a million times over. And yet... a sly smile tugs on your lips as you briefly let off the pressure on his side. "...Are you tapping?"
His brows stay furrowed and he shoots you a glare, made much less efficient by how deeply red his face has gone, how glossy his eyes look from holding back overwhelmed tears. "Fff- fuck you, I'm not tapping ah fuck fuck fuck no-"
Before he can even finish you press your thumb straight back onto the bruise, rubbing harsh, slow circles into it, and you watch through a haze of fascinated arousal as he comes apart under you. Under your hips, you can feel his own grinding desperately into the ground, and his whole body shudders violently at the mix of unbearable pain and pleasure. The noises that pour from his pretty, bitten lips are nothing you ever thought you'd hear from Lohen, voice cracking and shaking as he gasps and moans and curses through it. You even think he's drooling.
And then, the broken moans melt into quiet whimpers. As he starts to come down, panting heavily, you remove your hand from his ribs and slowly untwist his free arm, mindful to not move it too quickly. He lets out a pained little grunt, but otherwise allows you to do what you will. You assume it's simply because he's left boneless after such a sudden intense orgasm.
...You quickly realize your mistake as you feel his body twist where you've got him no longer pinned between your legs, his movements lightning fast before your world spins, and your back hits the ground.
Before you can even process what's going on, you're pinned underneath the vice captain with his forearm against your throat, and... and his clothed dick, cum soaking through the fabric of his pants, pressed straight against your core.
You squirm, trying to find a way out of this, your face quickly getting hot. "Wait, Lohen, hang on, I-"
Lakskakakwhahskslw thank you for writing Reader x Lohen! I love it sm đđđđ I even made a tumblr account because of you!
I saw that you want to write dom Lohen and need some suggestions.
How about Reader with their hands tied up or held in place, unable to get up while Lohen's having the time of his life, riding the strap-on.
That's just a suggestion, but I'd definitely like anything you write. I rarely see fanfiction where the bottom is the dom so seeing your Lohen fanfic definitely made my day.
Dance With Death Part 3 - Lohen x Reader
Thank you so much for the ideas!!
I felt bad because I couldnât think of much to write for like two weeks⌠and then Genshin dropped that Lohen trailer. Holy. I need that. So anyways I wrote this with aphrodisiac roulette and also some more of the pegging stuff as requested. This is the last part of the series, but itâs certainly not all Iâm writing for Lohen.
Warning for smut of course, the reader has a strap, masochism, aphrodisiacs, etc.
~2300 words
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âWonât you at least hear out my game idea?â Lohen pleaded, his hands balled up in your Fatui coat. While you stayed at the Golden House during your mission⌠he did too, with the agreement that heâd stay hidden from all other Fatui members. So much for being out by eight. His excuse was something along the lines of he used âvacation time,â so he might as well enjoy it.
âIâm still on Fatui time.â You hovered near the door to your temporary room, ready to leave. If you were productive, then you and your squad would be able to get another stage of the mission done. But Lohen didnât look like heâd let you. âI have a job to do even if thatâs⌠tempting.â
Lohen held up a little drawstring pouch. âI already bought whatâs needed. Itâd be a waste if we didnât try it.â
âBought what?â Curiosity had gotten to you, so you hung up your coat, giving up on getting any real work done.
He took something out of the bag â a truffle.
âChocolates?â
âA Liyue specialty, yeah. With a little added ingredient.â Grinning, Lohen plopped back on your bed and rested one leg over the other. âOnly one of the truffles has an aphrodisiac in it. So, I thought, why donât we play some roulette?â
âA roulette where only one of us has to feel the effects of that drug,â you mused.
âExactly! One gets to be unbearably, hopelessly needy. The other decides whether to help them out or leave them hanging.â
It was something so devious and so⌠Lohen. Not that he cared whether he or you got the special chocolate; either was alluring to him.
You took the pouch over to a small sofa and low-sitting table, scattering the chocolates on the wood. There were a dozen pieces â all perfectly identical. No difference in texture or color gave away the one with the aphrodisiac.
âI call first,â Lohen said cheerily, taking a truffle for himself and popping it in his mouth.
He appraised it for a few moments and shrugged. It tasted exactly like normal chocolate.
You chose and ate yours with more caution than the vice captain. âIâm guessing weâll know by the taste when we ate the wrong one?â
âOh, Iâm sure we will.â Lohen grabbed his second chocolate. âI know all about this kinda stuff. Poisons, I mean⌠I guess you could call it a poison of some sort. It would probably enter the blood stream same as any. That means that once one of us eats it, theyâre in for the waiting game, slowly getting more and more affected for maybe half an hour.â
Your second tasted normal, like the first. The room was only lit by lanterns and candles, which only heightened the tense mood. Lohenâs eyes seemed to glow with sick excitement.
Risk really got him worked up, huh.
Both of you picked chocolate number three with no consequences. Half of the chocolates were left; one of them the aphrodisiac.
âGetting nervous yet?â Lohen leaned in closer to you, his hands almost trembling with excitement.
âNo way. Iâm too busy imagining what youâll be like then it kicks in for you.â
In truth, you were. If you ate the wrong chocolate, he could easily drag out your desperation and edge you for however long he liked. Not that it sounded awful. Just⌠embarrassing.
âOh, I can picture you just as clearly. Your whole body burning as you beg and beg for a sliver of my attention, like âahhhh, Lohen~ please just touch me, ungh-!â His voice went high pitched in a crude imitation of you.
His moans, even as a joke, were really hot. You crossed your legs.
On the fifth piece, Lohenâs eyes widen a bit as soon as he takes a bite. The odd taste was too sudden for him to guard his expression at all.
âWhatâs that, vice captain? You ate the wrong one?â you taunted. Any anxiousness you were feeling immediately dissipated. âSounds like my vision will become a reality.â
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, some kind of placebo effect taking over him. Thinking about later, when the need was sure to become overwhelming, was making him a bit flustered, which he didnât normally feel.
âIâll be waiting patiently.â
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Over the course of a half hour, Lohen tried to keep himself distracted. From polishing his dagger to even reading the filler books on the shelf, he was hoping to ignore the hot feeling washing over him. And the way that it throbbed. He dosed himself on poisons all the time! A simple aphrodisiac shouldnât be much different. It was like he was overheating â his mind was clouded and only able to focus on one thing.Â
For you though, his resisting its effects made all the fun. Seemed like he bit off more than he could chew (which he did every time he was with you). You watched with a satisfied expression while his cheeks grew warmer and his pacing more erratic.
âI wonder if youâre regretting your suggestion,â you murmured, walking over to where he was standing.
Lohen waved a dismissive hand. âItâs just⌠hah⌠different from what I imagined it would be like. I didnât expect that it would affect me so badlyâŚâ
Like a moth to a flame, he leaned into your warmth, his hands weakly wrapping around your waist. His eyes were a deep pink and his breath puffed against your neck.
He seemed kind of weak like this. At least while he was getting used to the feeling.
⌠not so much when he let his desire take over.
âCaptain~! I canât let you leave me like this. I need it too much.â Lohenâs voice changed to something dark. He walked you over to the bed, his warm body pressed close against yours.
âAnd thatâs your decision to make? I quite like the idea of having you at my mercy, where you canât get off unless I say so.â
You expected him to fall at your feet and start begging, but Lohen never was one to follow expectations. In fact, he seemed to be getting more hyper from the aphrodisiac.
He suddenly writhed as he leaned into you, dragging you onto the bed in a frenzied state. You couldnât even object as he twisted around and wrapped his body around you in progressively more desperate ways. Holding onto your arms, burying his face into your chest, and soon wrapping his legs around your head.
Was this meant to be a headlock? But different? His thighs squeezed your face, and he was positioned in a way where he could look down and see your cheeks melded against the fabric of his pants. And your chin was⌠against his crotch.
âWhat do you expect me to do like this?â You twisted your head to no avail (well, other than making him groan. His thighs were so heated already).
Lohen ground his hips against your face with way too much enthusiasm. Weight rested on your windpipe, making it harder for you to breathe. The pressure dulling your senses felt nice in a way. âYou donât⌠have to do much. I, ngh, I know youâd just deny it so I thought IâdâŚâ
His voice broke off into a whine when you tried to kick him off, your face red from the lack of oxygen.
âYouâre not. Not⌠getting away.â He climbed off of you but grabbed your hands, forcing them above your head. The rope from earlier⌠encounters was still on the nightstand, which he took and used to restrain you.
There wasnât much you could do. Lohen stripped you down so that he could put your strap on for you, and he yanked off his own pants after. His arousal was so obvious it had to be painful. âYou freak,â you muttered, but you were the one staring.
âTell me you object, then.â He paused, making sure your strap was on properly before he positioned himself. âThatâs what I thought. Now I⌠mmgh, Iâm determined to take more than I did the other day.â
Before he could start, you grabbed his already leaky member. Your hands were bound, but they werenât useless. Lohen tensed up, clenching his thighs yet again, and he covered his mouth so that more obscene sound didnât slip out.
You gathered up the slick on your hands and spread it along the strap for lube. Heâd hurt himself without it, not that he seemed to care.
Lohen immediately sank onto your strap with a sigh, taking as much as he could until it hurt. Gripping your wrist tightly, he stared at your sticky hand with wide eyes. It brought him great satisfaction to see his mess all over you⌠maybe a bit of possessiveness too. He forced your hand against your mouth, determined to see you taste it.
All the while, he had started bouncing. He was so fidgety, so restless to get all the pleasure he could. You couldnât keep up with his pace, especially not with your hands tied â but he was doing all the work. His bare legs were practically attached to your hips, using them as an anchor as he went up, down, up, down.
But why should all the pleasure be all for him? You hooked your wrists around the back of Lohenâs neck and yanked him in, your lips meeting in a messy, heated battle. He couldnât keep up the effort on both fronts. Might as well take both, he figured. You forced your tongue into his mouth, making him suck on it and sink down onto the strap at the same time.
Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes from overstimulation. But he couldnât give up. The aphrodisiac was still working wonders on his system, making his groin feel so tense and yet have no relief. His mouth was filled with your saliva. It threatened to choke him, so he pulled back and swallowed it with a bob of his Adamâs apple.
âI need more,â Lohen said, his voice cracking without meaning to. âI-I canât come yet. Nnn⌠nneed it so badâŚâ
You leaned in close to his face again. âOpen your mouth then.â
Lohen looked skeptical, but there wasnât much he could do. His jaw dropped, exposing his tongue and sharp teeth. Your thumb pressed down on his tongue and spat straight in his mouth.
Before he could object, you forced his mouth shut. The surprised, slightly appalled expression on his features was adorable. The only way to combat his wildly unpredictable personality, it appeared, was to match it.
âMmph!â he protested. But you held onto his jaw long enough that he was forced to swallow a second time.
You gave him a little kiss as praise, and then worked your way to his neck. You could feel his pulse strong under his skin. His skin bloomed with red and purple while you bit hickeys into it. So what if it made his fellow Knights of Favonius curious about the marks on him? They should wonder who did this to him.
âWhereâd your confidence go, huh? I thought you were gonna take what you wanted to get it out of your system. But look at you now; so needy.â You unhooked your wrists, letting Lohen raise his head.
He was utterly debauched. Minty green hair strands going in every direction, his cheeks hot from strain, his lips shining with spit. That was all the payback you needed.
Lohenâs hips slowed. Keeping up the rhythm was difficult, even for him. âJust⌠hah⌠finish me off, will you?â
Well, not all the payback you needed. Maybe a bit more degradation to further mess with his head.
You chuckled. âIâm the one bound, so how are you the helpless one?â
He buried his head in your chest, one hand balling up as he caught his breath. He did fluster, it turned out. That was something he thought he was immune to.
âOh, I seeâŚâ The gears clicked in your head, bringing a smile to your face. âItâs clear now. You like it when someone tells you that youâre the scum of Teyvat.â
âShut up. No Iââ
You weaved one of your hands into his hair, twisting it in your fingers, and yanked upward. Lohen tried to avoid your gaze, but his teary eyes told you all you needed to know.
Something about it was funny to you. This highly feared Favonius vice captain, who actively sought out battles, who you never seem to fluster, broken down by some humiliation.
When he wrought his head out of your grip, you slapped his cheek.
âAhn!â Lohenâs whole body shuddered, his head snapping to the side from the hit. You could feel him climax, the way his arousal coated both of your stomachs. That was all it took to make him finishâŚ
His thighs didnât stop trembling as he crawled â no, dragged his limp body off of you.
âHuh. So slapping does it for you.â
He didnât answer.
âAre you gonna untie me or what?â You offered your wrists to him. Lohen raised his head weakly, staring at them before he undid the rope and flopped against the sheets again.
Once he gained a little strength back, he spoke up. âYouâre really good at this stuff, Captain.â
âYeah? Would you rather keep doing this kind of thing than go back to your boring Knights of Favonius job?â
Lohen wiped some of the slick off his stomach. âIâm definitely interested. Might the Fatui have an open spot for a vice captain such as myself?â
Silence hung in the air while you thought about it. It surprised you that he would even consider leaving his job⌠but then again, he didnât seem like he did it for the knightsâ cause. Just the chance to encounter fights. It would be the same no matter where he worked.
âYou know, I was actually looking for a vice to work in my unit.â
The Lohen fanbase is certainly unquenchable⌠within a day I already had so many requests for reader to peg him. So here I am to serve.
Kind of hard to see him as a sub though, so even if heâs technically receiving, he retains his crazy/freakish nature. And heâs in it for the pain, for the most part. Iâd totally write dom Lohen, but I donât have any ideas for it rn so Iâd need suggestions.
Warnings for smut, slight violence, stalking reader has a strapÂ
~4400 words
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Itâs been a week since Lohenâs encounter with you in Dragonspine.
He thought about it constantly, even while he was training the members of his company. He tried distracting himself by fighting hilichurls and ruin guards, but nothing worked. No one had ever made him feel like that before; heâd never gotten pent up in a romantic sense.
The only time Lohen had been, well, hard, aside from random occurrences, was when he was fighting someone. But now, this Fatui captain had stirred up something inside him that he had never experienced â the same adrenaline and danger that he loved in a fight, but now in a romantic way. He crossed his legs even thinking about it.
He knew that you were gone already. The way that he had seen you leave was through Liyue. As he stayed in Mondstadt, waiting to feel that same gripping feeling in his chest, Lohen realized that he needed to find you again.
Quill in hand, he scrawled his request for leave, brought it to Varkaâs office, and slammed it on the Grand Masterâs desk.
âI need some time off,â he demanded. âA week, maybe two. Itâs my own personal mission.â
Varka took the piece of paper skeptically. âIâm surprised youâre even delivering this to me in person. Will you clarify why youâre leaving?â
â⌠tracking down a band of Fatui members. They passed by and Iâd like to know what theyâre doing⌠maybe rough âem up a bit if they deserve it.â It technically wasnât a lie. Varka would be more likely to believe him if he was still acting as his bloodthirsty self.
âDonât sour our truce with the Fatui,â Varka said. âBesides, who will train the Fifth Company while youâre gone?â
âYou can find someone else. I wasnât asking for the time off, I just needed to let you know because thatâs what I got scolded for last time.â
âLohen-â
He was already leaving the Grand Masterâs office by the time Varka called out to him.
Lohen already had all of his supplies packed. The clueless Favonius guards at the Mondstadt gates waved goodbye to him, allowing his to leave the city. Trying to catch up with you proved extremely boring, because he had to skip fighting almost all monsters so he could save time.
The foliage slowly changed from a verdant green to a gold color, marking that he was in Liyue. There were several small villages, all seeming friendly and welcoming, but none that he stopped at.
He found himself trudging through the Guili Plains two days later when he saw the telltale Fatui coats up ahead. The one in the front was you.
His voice failed him. All of a sudden, he didnât want to call out to you; not out of nervousness but out of a deep need to watch you.
Lohenâs hands pressed against the bark of the tree he was hiding behind, the yellow ginkgo leaves concealing him. Staying fifteen or twenty meters back seemed like enough that you wouldnât notice him.
You were unaware of his presence, chatting with your comrades to pass the time. He found great delight in the fact that he had tracked you down.
For the entire day, he followed you. He stayed nearer and nearer as it turned to night. By now he could make out your conversation by the fire and the way the warmth lit up your face.
A memory of your time together flashed through his mind â the feeling of the knife pressed against his neck. He loved it.
Lohen didnât understand exactly what he wanted either, because he had never felt this before, but he knew that youâd give it to him. Youâd press him down like you did the first time and make a mess of him.
One of the Fatui recruits stamped out the fire, recapturing his attention. The Fatuus, six including you, all retreated to their respective tents except for one which remained on guard. If he could get past that guard and into your tent, maybe⌠maybe he could continue the moment you were having last week.
Once he was sure everyone in the tents was asleep, he threw a rock somewhere in the distance. The lone guard got up from the post to investigate the noise.
This is too easy, Lohen thought to himself.
Taking light steps, he snuck into the tent you entered before and smirked to himself when he saw you were dozing peacefully. He took a second to watch your chest rise and fall, and stare at your bandaged arm that he cut not long ago. On your left was your bag with all of your supplies.
As much as he wanted to, maybe it would be better to not wake you up. It would cause too much of a scene. He looked at your bag a second time, considering taking something to hold himself over.
âSleep tight.â Lohenâs hand hovered over your hair as if he were about to pet it. Then, he rifled through your supplies.
Most of them were clothes. They all smelled like Snezhnaya, like you, as pine needles and mint. His hands clenched in the fabric possessively.
That was, until he heard the sounds of the guard returning. Lohen muttered a curse under his breath and took the first garment he got his hands on and slipped out of the enemy camp.
He settled far enough away from the camp that no one would find him during the night. He sat on his knees even if the dirt would make a mess of it. What he grabbed was a thin shirt, probably one that went under your Fatui coat. The stirring in his gut returned, the same feeling when he chased you down.
Well, he would say heâs gone crazy, but heâs been like that for quite a while.
As he held the shirt against his face, he took a deep breath of the fabric. It made him feel dizzy. Just that made him let out a noise into the cloth. âYouâre really gonna do this to meâŚâ
Lohen lowered the shirt so that it was squeezed between his thighs. He clenched them, the strange feeling spreading through his gut like poison. His hips bucked forward once, then over and over, falling into a rhythm. His mouth hung open, taking small, quick breaths with his tongue out.
He was in his own world, totally disconnected from the Fatui camp that wasnât far. Hopefully the guard wouldnât hear his panting and whines.
He leaned forward, hands buried between his legs like a pathetic rabbit in heat, letting his forehead rest in the dirt.
Your voice wafted to his ears as some sort of cruel hallucination. âLook at you, Lohen, so desperate for this. I bet youâve never tried this before. Am I making you think dirty thoughts? Am I making you touch yourself?â It was more scornful than the you he knew but it made him force the shirt against his clothed crotch harder.
âYes- yes you are,â he whispered against the dirt. Drool trailed past his lips and dotted the ground. âI couldnât h-help myself.â
He imagined you laughing â laughing â at him because of his predicament. All the while, his pants were feeling so restrictive.
âYouâre more needy than I thought. Why donât you take care of yourself?â the fake-Y/N asked.
There was nothing stopping him. One of his hands trailed down and unzipped his pants, while the other kept a tight grip on your under shirt. There wasnât much longer before heâd lose his grip.
âI really want to. Really, really⌠mmgh. I need the same feeling as before; Iâve neverâŚâ Lohenâs hand moved faster. If the Fatui on guard heard him and came to investigate, he wouldnât be able to hide the arousal he was feeling.
âNgh-!â He gritted his teeth to avoid being louder still. The feeling was addictive; foreign to him. Maybe this wasnât really love, rather more of an obsession, but it made him feel drunk on it like the Dawn Wineryâs finest drinks. He wanted the same experience as before, he wanted to struggle with you and see who would come out on top.
He squeezed the tip just to relish the pain that spiked up his body. Oh, how he wished it was you doing that. And when he tried imagining it as you, he could barely sit on his knees without falling over.
Archons above, he thought. Lohen always knew that he loved pain and injury in battle, but with his inexperience in this department, he had never considered the word masochist. He didnât feel any shame in admitting it, he just wanted to present it to you and⌠well, do with it what you would. Youâd know the answer. You could ease this burning inside him.
All of the feelings became more and more overwhelming until his legs were twitching and he was burying his face in the ground. Thighs trembling, Lohen gave way with a muffled whine, his sticky hand slowing to a stop.
The ground was sticky with his release, and⌠the shirt was not in a state he could return it to you. Yet he couldnât bring himself to be embarrassed. He never did care about what someone would say about his crazy behavior.
Lohen loosened his grip on the shirt and stared at it. A sick smile tugged at his lips.
He really, really needed you.
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Days passed. Lohen tailed the Fatuus through the rocky Liyue paths, traveling south day by day towards Liyue Harbor. You still hadnât noticed him, though you had noticed how some of your clothes disappeared at random.
Your goal was to get to the Golden House. That was the Fatuiâs bank in Liyue Harbor, a place that you had been a few times for missions and also had a few rooms for your comrades. You hadnât had a real mattress to lay on since you left Snezhnaya, so you were eagerly awaiting that.
Some of the residents of Liyue Harbor looked suspicious of your group while you passed. Connections here were positive but fragile.
You reached the Golden House when the sun was highest in the sky. The lobby was fairly busy, with all sorts of Fatui milling about and attending to bank customers. A few turned their heads and nodded in acknowledgement, but most were busy on their own. A lantern acted as a chandelier, spreading warm light throughout the room. The faint scent of incense reached your nose.Â
The front desk had a spot available. You delivered some documents from your mission to the secretary there; it was a few documents from the Harbingers back in Snezhnaya. They looked grateful to see someone so high ranking and competent with the orders they were awaiting.
âThere are some rooms with two beds for your comrades.â The lady attending you at the desk waved her hand at them. âThereâs also a single bed room for captains such as yourself.â
You put in a âthank youâ and returned to your soldiers, telling each of them the room they were assigned. They shuffled over to the stairs.
A hand suddenly tapped your shoulder and you spun around, expecting it to be someone at this post. But no. It was a familiar green-haired Favonius vice captain Lohen?! As much as he wouldâve liked to, it seemed he had the common sense to not hold any of his numerous weapons at the ready⌠but this was still basically enemy territory for him.
âWhat the-â you spluttered. You were instantly at the ready, covering his mouth because it looked like he would talk (which probably made things look much more suspicious to outsiders, but whatever).
Lohen followed along when you dragged him out of the Golden House and into the alley beside it, although he licked your hand to get back at you.
âWhat is wrong with you? Why are you showing your face here of all places?â You forced his shoulders against the wall, wiping your now saliva coated hand on his shirt. He grinned.
His eyes were dark with only a glimmer of magenta at the bottom. Your anger didnât bother him in the slightest. âBecause I canât get you out of my mind. I canât stop thinking about what happened in Dragonspine.â The scar on his neck â the one caused by you teasing him with his dagger â was still healing, and it brought back your memories much more vividly.
âSo you followed me here, all the way to Liyue Harbor?â Your brows raised in understanding. âWait, are you the reason why some of my things went missing? How long have you beenâŚâ
âI stayed in Mondstadt for a week after our encounter, but I knew you were headed south. Only then did I start to give chase, because I knew Iâd only ever feel that way about you.â
Your riling him up had worked a little too well. Now, he had followed you across a country just to⌠what, experience that again?
âWhat do you want? I donât have the time for this,â you said.
He grabbed your hand that was pinning his shoulder and held it between both of his, leaning his cheek into it. It would be sweet if you couldnât feel the trembling of his fingers, the way he was barely holding himself back. âI want to do what we did before. I want to bite you and fight and draw your blood and get pinned down.â
How can he say all this with a straight face? Your mind raced. âI donât feel like becoming prey again. Though it was fun once, IâŚ.â
âThatâs not what I was looking to do,â Lohen interrupted, trying to pull you in by your waist. He relished the way he had to crane his neck back to look at you. âIâm interested in trying new things. Like training with the knights, I canât only teach them one way to fight. I know so many different ways to kill someone and I try something new every time! So itâs not just one thing I want to do with you. I need to be good at all of it.â
âThen what are you interested in?â
âI want you to peg me,â he said calmly.
You spluttered so hard you almost started coughing. âIâm sorry, what? I either heard wrong or you have no clue what that means. You said youâve never gotten turned on like that, right? So itâs probably a misund-â
âNo. I said what I said, darling. Peg. Me.âÂ
Lohenâs hand trailed along your side as if trying to visualize the skin underneath. How insatiable was he? You didnât think heâd be the receiving type, but then again, he did quite enjoy having pain inflicted on him and then retaliating⌠And it wasnât like you knew the way he touched himself when he was stalking; the full extent of his depravity.
âIâm still on my trip for work, you know that. I canât just take a break and peg you.â
âOh, sure you can!â Lohen beamed. âYou already have a record of leaving your squadron just to tease me-â
You glanced around in paranoia even though no one was around, your voice hushed. He loved your reddening cheeks. âDonât say that! I did not leave them on purpose, and being with you was just an⌠accidental thingâŚâ
âI canât believe youâd wound me with your words so harshly. Captain, I thought we were closer than that.â He leaned against your body, mixing your breaths and batting his eyelashes in a pathetic attempt to win you over.
âYou really want it that bad, huh. Iâm gonna have to leave you hanging because, unlike you apparently, I have work to do for my alliance.â Maybe if you werenât on such a long mission, youâd entertain the thought. But the Fatui came first, thatâs what you told yourself.
You stepped away from Lohen and the wall, breath caught in your throat. You hated that you wanted to try those things with him again.
âOkay. Iâm off. And please, for the love of the Tsaritsa, donât follow me againâŚâ
He smiled when you flicked some of his hair strands. âIâm swooning.â
Donât look at his face, you thought, going back into the Golden House with your head held up stiffly. Donât look or Iâll want to try what he suggested.
So you didnât.
That night, with your head lying back on the silken pillow, resting in a room that didnât feel like home, you thought about that conversation. Those dead eyes, that knowing smile, the way his voice lilted playfully. Eventually you were able to shake off the thoughts and get some sleep. It was actually quite easy, since you hadnât had a good nightâs sleep in the past few weeks.
You were already asleep when a figure slid in through the window, pulling himself over the railing and landing on the ground with light feet. He kicked off his boots near the exit.
Lohen stared at you, his face only illumined by a small bedside lantern.
You were peacefully sleeping in loose nightclothes. âWell arenât you just the cutest thing,â he mumbled. He said it loud enough so that youâd stir.
Upon opening your eyes, you scrambled back in alarm. A wave of fighting adrenaline hit you; nothing to blame but your Fatui training. âWha⌠whaddya want?â
He twirled his dagger in his hand. âDidnât we talk about it earlier? Iâm stopping by for some time together. And besides, itâs not like I live in Liyue. I donât have anywhere else to stay~â
Lohen grabbed your wrist, but in your panic, you were faster. You wrenched free and shoved him down on the mattress, pinning his dagger hand above his head.
âWhoa, how forward of you.â He grinned, arching his back in a little extra show of teasing. Seducing you would be easy.
âThatâs not what I was trying to do, pervert.â You snatched the dagger from his hand. It came easily enough that you guessed he was letting you.
Lohen wrapped his legs around your midsection and used it as a way to flip you both over. His hand covered yours on the dagger.
The metal grew cold so quickly that it made you gasp, frost spreading on your fingertips. You forgot that he was a Cryo user. In a panic, you flung the dagger across the room so that neither of you could use it â you couldnât cut him up, but Lohen also couldnât infuse the weapon with elemental energy.
âScared of my Vision, hm? Guess weâll have to fight without weapons.â
The two of you struggled on the bed, making a mess of the sheets. Lohenâs face was flushed with the effort. He took pleasure every time you grabbed him with your nails dug in. âMmmgh, yeah, harder,â Lohen moaned theatrically. âUse your nails.â
He always meant to lose, though. To see what youâd do when you caught him slinking into your room at night, thatâs what turned him on.
You finally managed to subdue Lohen by pressing your knee on his sternum, close to his windpipe.
âWhat do you have on you,â you muttered to yourself, reaching for his gear to find any hidden weapons or traps.
Then you froze.
âYou really werenât kidding.â
Eyebrows raised, you took the strap out of one of his bags. He had actually meant it when he said he wanted you to peg him.
Lohen squirmed in your grasp, already feeling himself grow much harder. âWhy⌠why else would I say I wanted that?â
âTo mess with me, I donât know. Seems that me teasing you in Dragonspine revealed what a freak you are.â You unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt.
He didnât really look embarrassed; you had never seen him with any sense of shame. But he did throw you off him and move away from the bed to get some sort of control back. âIâve always been a freak. I just am learning new ways to be one, courtesy of yours truly.â
You followed him across the room until his back hit the wall.
He did shudder when your hand reached for the front of his pants. A quiet sigh left his lips when it was open â the restrictive fabric was driving him crazy. Your light nightclothes were easy to move out of the way for you to put on the strap and do all the needed prep.
You pressed Lohen more harshly against the wall, lifting up his legs around your waist so that you could get close enough. Lohen gritted his teeth when his now exposed length was squished between your stomachs.
âHah⌠donât be gentle at all.â
âReally think you can handle that much on your first try?â you taunted.
âPff. You know I can.â Lohenâs hand rested on your shoulder, tensing when the strap pushed in for the first time, and the other (at least tried) to undo the rest of his shirt.
You pulled his uniform off for him without care, all the while slowly pushing inward. His breath went shaky.
âIs it affecting it more than you thought? Do you enjoy the pain?â you asked. Your hand went to his member, which was still being pressed between the two of you. It was slick with his arousal already, though you hadnât done much yet.
The pace of each thrust was quick; you felt a sharp sting in your shoulder as you sped up. Lohenâs teeth were embedded in it. He made your skin his own personal canvas, biting harder the further you went in.
âHahh-â He breathed heavily as his tailbone hit the wall harder. He seemed extremely excited by all this, probably wanting to go until he collapsed from exhaustion. âThatâs it, keep going keep going keep goingâŚâ
Blood beaded up on your shoulder, which Lohen licked up. He moaned at the coppery taste.
âWhat a freak⌠donât suck me dry. Are you sure you can handle all this though?â You pulled out just enough to ram him into the wall again, drawing a whine from him.
His nails dug into your back, using your shoulder blades as a way to keep himself anchored in place. âI am. Hu⌠hurt me; itâll feel good.â
Now that he was holding onto you, you pulled out and carried him over to the bed, dropping him unceremoniously. He landed on his messy stomach with a sigh.
You climbed over him and gripped one of his thighs from behind, digging in your nails the same way he did.
âY/N, nghh-â
The only thing he could see of you now was your shadow on the sheets.
Lohen rolled onto his back in an attempt to face you. He never liked facing away from his opponents, especially now that you had the upper hand.
You steadied yourself with one hand beside his head. Lohen was a mess, but he honestly looked the same as he did when you were in the midst of battle in Dragonspine â pupils blown out, hair slicked to his forehead. And you still wanted to mess with him the same way as before.
He cut off his voice to avoid making an embarrassing noise while you grabbed his length. Your hand pumped up and down, too quickly for just starting off. At the same time you lined up the strap with him and started moving.
âShould I tie you up too? I bet youâll look pretty like that,â you commented, voice breathy from the effort.
Lohen shook his head quickly, a competitive nature flaring up in him. Being so vulnerable already, he didnât want to just let you take it further.
âBut I thought I remember there being a rope in your bag!â You reached for the supplies he had in his belt.
Lohen squirmed across the sheets, trying to pull himself out from under you. âHaha, donât you dare-â He grabbed your wrist. But his voice cut off immediately, getting stuck with his jaw dropped in ecstasy when you slammed your hips against him. His hands dropped to the bed â perfect position for binding them now.
Any time he tried to keep you from tying his wrists together, you set the pace faster to keep him busy. He couldnât control his facial expressions so his mouth remained ajar.
You pulled the rope into a knot, not tight enough to hurt him but secure enough to keep the freak in place. Lohen stared up at you while you eased the pace, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
âHowâs that feel?â One of your fingers ran along his v-line, making him move his hips.
The way he trembled just made him even more horny. âYou little⌠hah⌠are you talking about my wrists or the fact that youâre still inside me? Because Iâm sure⌠that you could go harder.â
âWhile Iâm sure that you could, Iâm not sure you could take that much on your first time.â
âTry me, Captain.â
Three minutes later, the overconfident Lohen was lying on his stomach with his face buried in the mattress, tears building up in the corners of his eyes. The sheets were between his teeth to try and hold back the whimpers unbefitting of someone of his status, but it didnât do much for the drool soaking into it. He was a complete, shaking mess.
Once Lohen finally went limp from finishing so hard, you pulled out. He shuddered weakly. The strap was taken off and soon forgotten; you were still pent up.
âWho knew the Favoniusâ fifth vice captain was such a princess?â you teased.
He sat up with great effort, making the arousal smeared on his stomach much more obvious. âIâm not a princess. Just give me a chance to take care of you and youâll see.â
âYouâre gonna help me out, then? I hear youâre great with aiming your crossbow, so Iâm sure your hands are skilled.â
âHmm⌠first, will you let me stay the night here?â His slender fingers hovered deceptively close to you.
You sighed, brushing a hand through his minty green hair. âFine. But you have to be out by eight so that no one will see you here.â
Five Ways to Seduce a Maid - Scaramouche x Fem!Reader
Posting a sneak peek of my next long fic here! It will continue being updated on AO3 here (features some kys language). Also, the Lohen Pegging Fic is coming out soon!
Scaramouche has been forced to work at his auntâs maid cafe because thereâs not enough staff. He gets assurance that, if he does a good enough job, then heâll be able to quit at the end of the semester.
When you get lunch at the cafe, youâre immediately struck by his attractiveness, so much so that you also decide to work at the Sukidoki Cafe. Cue five increasingly desperate attempts to get a night with him.
Or: extremely thirsty reader tries to seduce the guy who works at the maid cafe on her college campus.
âWhy in the world would I ever want to work for your maid cafe.â
Scaramouche glared at the foxlike pink-haired lady. Foxlike, as in she looked like she was always scheming. He hated her guts.
Unfortunately, he had to play nice because Yae Miko was very close with his mother Ei. Scaramouche had even grown up with this fox that he called her Aunt Yae â and not in a relative way, more like she was a second, distant mom to him. His momâs girlfriend.
âWe need employees,â Yae explained. âThereâs not much interest in the job opening, and one of the waitresses quit about a month ago.â
âI wonder why.â He gritted his teeth.
âThe jobâs not difficult or anything. Itâs a normal food service job, just with a uniform.â
âA uniform that makes you look like a freak!â
Yae Miko shook her head, pulling out a long black maid dress with white ruffles from her purse. Clearly she had already scripted out this conversation in her mind, and the only way it would end was with Scaramoucheâs concession. âOh, donât worry about that! The dresses are long. We wouldnât give the customers an upskirt.â
Under her breath, he could hear a, ânot for that price.â
Forget scheming and foxlike. This lady was a psychopath.
âItâs not the dress length. Iâm just saying that I refuse to work for a place like that,â Scaramouche said.
âI already asked Raiden for your size. Here you go. Try it on in the bathroom to make sure that it works for you.â
He stared at the dress in disgust, only taking it because Yae Miko dropped it in his hands. The fabric was soft and high quality, but he despised it.
Did he have any other choice?
âI am not laboring in your janky cafe. Go find someone more gullible.â He gritted his teeth, fingers wringing into the fabric. Miko was an idiot for thinking heâd agree to this.
Sure, Scaramouche was talking back more than he was probably allowed to, but screw Yae Miko and her stupid idea. He was a college student for archonâs sake! He shouldnât have to do her bidding.
The pink haired woman crossed her arms, no longer amused. âDonât forget that you donât have your own dorm on campus. Where else would you go other than here?â
So she was seriously going to threaten Scaramoucheâs living situation for one job opening? He hated her more and more by the minute. But he couldnât show that; he pulled his lips into a painstaking smile. âI must have forgotten.â
Yae Miko nudged his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.
This scheming woman. This fox. In just a moment she had turned him around and made him have to work for her cringy restaurant.
He obliged, barely resisting the urge to slam the door behind him. The dress weighed heavy in his hands.
Scaramouche set it on the counter while he pulled off his clothes. The dress was, admittedly, the right size, and the skirt ended around his ankles. In the mirror he looked extremely beautiful barring the disgusted expression on his face.
Stupid ruffles. Stupid apron. StupidâŚ
Bonnet with cat ears?
If being a maid wasnât enough, Miko was also trying to make him into a cat maid? Screw that.
He stormed out of the bathroom, dress billowing behind him, with the ruffly headband clutched tightly in his fist.
âWhat is this?!â Scaramouche demanded.
Yae giggled innocently. âI forgot to mention. All of the employees there get to be a different animal. Normally Iâd let you choose what you want to be, but the girl who quit used to be a cat maid and âcatâ is a pretty big staple.â
âI canât take this job. At the expense of my dignity, I mean it.â
âYouâre a natural! Keep pulling off that look and weâll have all the girls on campus in my cafe!â Yae squealed. Ignoring all of his protests, she grabbed a few papers from her bag for his new employment. âYouâll be perfect for the job. You know the address already; be there at the Sukidoki Cafe on Monday in the dress and Iâll give you your etiquette training.â
âI said no already-â
Her expression darkened and she slammed the papers on the counter, a total 180 from before. âI said youâre starting Monday, young man. We donât even charge you rent here.â
He resisted the urge to yell at her. I was here before you were. You wouldnât even be dating my mom if I had a say in things.
âLook forward to seeing you there, thanks for all the help, bye-bye!â Her voice was sweet again. Yae Miko practically skipped out the door.
The second it shut, Scaramouche muttered under his breath, âkill yourself.â
He stared down at himself in shame, growing quieter and more solemn. The dress was long and flowy, nothing like what he was used to â like at any moment he could blow away.
So he worked at the Sukidoki Cafe now, huh? What a joke. Any customer who would go there sounded like a lunatic⌠and heâd be dealing with them on a daily basis.
Scaramouche grabbed his clothes and headed up to his room to change back.
While lost in Dragonspine on a mission, you come across the violent vice captain Lohen and get stuck in the caves with him. He's never been turned on by anything other than fighting, but you want to change that.
Smut warning, including a sadomasochistic Lohen. I wrote half of chapter one of the Scaramouche maid cafe fic, I just got distracted by Lohen⌠mmm. Love this masochistic twink so much
And have you seen his fighting animations? I started writing this and then the next day all his beta leaks came out, which was absolutely perfect timing. This took me so long to write because I wanted to do his personality justice. I had to keep rewriting his parts.
~3800 words
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Great work on your part, getting away from the rest of your Fatui squad and lost. You, one of the captains in the Snezhnayan organization, had been sent on a mission on Dragonspine but didnât expect to get separated like this.
You had your sword and your own tent. That was all. The other people in the expedition carried the food and first aid. The distant sun neared the horizon; meaning you had about an hour of sunlight before the temperatures would drop lower than they already were. Though you were used to cold weather, you didnât like the way the chilly wind bit at your cheeks and nose. The cave in the mountain a few yards away seemed to beckon to you.
A chipper and yet oddly threatening voice called out to you, one you recognized from previous skirmishes in Mondstadt.
âAnd what might you be doing here?â
One of the vice captains from the Knights of Favonius⌠was he Loan? No, Lohen? You knew that you had crossed blades before.
ââM on a simple mission. Recon,â you called out over the wind, hand hovering over your sword cautiously. This was probably the most unhinged and unpredictable of the Knights.
âSo then whereâs the rest of your team? Donât tell me,â he suddenly gasped, âyou got lost on Dragonspine?â
The way you gritted his teeth was all he needed to confirm it.
Lohen ran a hand through his hair, his dark eyes only glittering with the prospect of a battle. Then he reached for his polearm and spun it with interest. âAha, isnât this just perfect? I was looking for a Lawlachurl to fight⌠but hey, a Fatui like you could do, Y/N.â
He remembers my name? you wondered. Maybe he takes note of people he spars. âIf itâs a fight you want, itâs a fight youâll get.â
It didnât take Lohen long to launch into battle. There was no room for negotiation with him. It was clear from his agility that he was talented and experienced, and to top it off, he grinned the whole time. The feeling of a sword clashing against the polearm was unfamiliar, but you managed to deflect all of his swings.
âYour Snezhnayan bladework is good!â Lohen exclaimed. âMuch cleaner than most.â
How was this overly bloodthirsty man able to make critiques without slowing down to think? You upped the speed at which you swung. Up, left, right, fake out, and spin. Unfazed, he was forced to take multiple steps back.
The two of you slowly worked your way into the cave of the mountain. Both of your feet crunched in the snow.
Lohenâs glee in fighting was obvious, not only from his energetic strikes, but his manic laughter.
âIs that all you got? Donât go tired on me!â
The tip of his polearm slipped past your defense and tore your sleeve. It sliced the skin when he yanked it back towards him. You rolled to the side and, while getting to your feet, struck his calf with your blade. The green-haired boy let out a satisfying hiss.
It was then that you noticed the slight bulge in his white pants, no doubt caused by the action.
âThatâs one way to respond to your life at risk,â you commented.
Lohen breathed heavily but still grinned ear to ear. âWhat can I say when Iâm in the heat of battle? Youâre a worthy opponent.â His polearm swept your sword to the side.
His attacks came faster and faster, barely able to be parried by you, until you almost lost your balance trying to dodge. The spear missed your leg by inches.
Your arms were getting tired from the effort. Normally youâd be able to fend off enemies for much longer, but Lohen stabbed his weapons with such force that each one took a lot of energy to parry.
His blade skimmed your cheek and you turned your face just in time to keep it from being worse. You spun, sword hooking on the blade of his polearm and forcing it out of his hands.
That just made him switch to melee, which could be just as dangerous. Lohen placed a swift kick to your chest, catching you off guard just enough that he could toss your blade into the snow and hold you down on the ground.
He panted over you, his face red from all the effort, and drew a dagger from his pocket. âLooks like I got you~ It was a fun fight, though.â
Watching the blade spin idly in his hand, you knew you could die so quickly. Lohen was a psychopath with such a⌠pretty face.
The metal of the dagger pressed against your neck â warm, to your surprise, because it had just been pressed against his thigh â while his other hand pulled on your wounded arm.
And he licked the blood.
You let out a gasp because of the absurdity; the vice captain of the Knights of Favonius lapping the blood on your arm for his own pleasure. It was warm, stinging from the way it dipped into the flesh.
Lohen raised his head, closer than before with his chin smeared in blood. Your blood.
âWhat are you doing?!â you demanded.
âIâm always curious about how the blood that I spill tastes,â he said with a grin. âIt doesnât disappoint.â The captain leaned in again, his tongue sliding over the injury as if he was addicted to it already. His green hair tickled your cheek, surprisingly soft except the few places it was matted from blood.
So not only would you be slain, you would have all of your blood drained too. If you didnât start fighting dirty.
Your eyes flitted down his body hovering over yours, again to the bulge in his pants. An easy weakness. Without even thinking you rubbed your knee against it to make him lower his guard.
âNgh-â Lohenâs blade dropped to the snow and you rolled so that your positions were switched, ignoring the whimper he stifled.
He was only incapacitated for a second. All weapons shed, you both wrestled in the snow in a pathetic attempt to gain the upper hand. He laughed the whole time, enjoying the struggle for power. In the skirmish you noticed how thin his wrists were, how if you could just get ahold of them youâd be able to force him down.
Blood soaked into the snow, a mix of both of yours. Soon enough, you managed to kick him off and flee further into the cave in Dragonspine. Lohen grabbed his dagger again and gleefully thought of it like a hunterâs chase. âI have to say, Iâve never had a fight quite like this!â
The icy walls of the cave limited your options. You were forced to go further and further in, forgetting your place in the endless and repetitive cavern. It was rocky, which slowed you down.Â
All the while, Lohen chased you with pure excitement. To him, it was a hunt. âWhere are you going? Y/N? I was enjoying things!â His movements were reckless and his voice was singsong-y while he sprinted through the snow. You could either keep running or turn and face him, which would end with him trying to, most likely, disembowel you.
He was gaining on you.
You were nearing a dead end. The path ahead sloped downward, enough that it would require caution andâ
Still running, Lohen slammed into you from behind and you both began to tumble down the declivity.
The world turned to a blur of stone, ice, and snow. You could hope that you didnât hit your head on the rock, but the only thing you were sure of was the psychopathâs arms around you.
You slammed to a halt. Your brain felt like it was still spinning. Not to mention Lohen was sprawled against your chest.
What now? You didnât flee again because you had no clue where you were anymore â and he didnât look like he did either. Besides, you were dizzy beyond all sense of comprehension. âWhy would you do that? Now weâre both stuck here,â you snapped.
Lohen took his time licking away the blood that trailed down from his nose. He was still lying over you with some sadistic look in his eye. âI was more focused on catching you.â
Now, you couldnât exactly leave. Surviving on your own would have bad odds. Staying with someone might actually raise your chances, even if it was with this freak.
You could see the conflict in his eyes too. He wanted the joy of watching the light leave your eyes, but he didnât want to die of hypothermia. So he made no move to slaughter you.
âWell? Is it a truce?â
He let your words hang in the frigid air before he wiped away the last of the blood with his sleeve cuff. âMight as well. Wouldnât enjoy killing you if Iâll freeze right after. Iâd rather die in battle than peter out in this ditch.â Lohen stood up and brushed the snow off his uniform.
You offered your hand. The captain stared at it like it was totally foreign, but when he caught on he took it in both hands and put one of your fingers between his teeth. Promptly, you brushed the saliva off your glove.
âI meant it as a handshake,â you deadpanned.
âHeh, and how was I supposed to know that?â
It was a long trudge through the cave. You knew it was nearing sunset when you arrived, so it must have been almost totally dark outside now.
âDo you have any food on you?â Stomach growling, you tilted your head.
âNo. But I can catch some. We may as well set up for the night; itâll be a long one.â
Your instincts as a Fatui commander were kicking in, because you were already considering how to organize the âcampâ and gesturing around it. âYou work on that. Iâll build the fire here, and the tent over here.â
âYou have a tent? Sweetââ
âNot for you,â you muttered, hitting Lohen on the back of his head. He made a small âmmghâ sound of pleasure that you chose to ignore before speaking again. âYou can sleep outside the tent.â
It didnât take long for Lohen to track down and catch a snow rabbit, triumphantly bringing it back to the weak fire. He even roasted it himself.
You flinched by default when he stuck a good portion of the cooked rabbit in your face. Lohen was⌠offering it to you?
âWhaaat? You think Iâm going to poison it or something?â he whined like it was improbable.
âOf course I do.â Nevertheless, you took the piece of rabbit and began eating. It made the hollowness in your stomach die down just a bit.
The cut on your arm still stung. The blood flow had ceased for the most part, but it left your sleeve mottled in a dark red. Lohenâs eyes flicked to it from time to time, no doubt interested in the blood.
You pulled the fabric over your injury protectively. âWhat are you, a vampire?â
âNo. But I canât deny that blood has an alluring scent, especially the kind that I spilled.â
So he was a psychopath. And yet, your mind flicked back to when he leaned over you, when his tongue gathered up the red dripping down your arm. Then the sounds he let out when he got hit.
You couldnât even tell whether he liked the pain or liked causing it.
Could it be both?
You were stuck here in this Dragonspine cave with no one else for company, and very tempted to see how far you could push him.
âSo do you get excited by the victory or turned on by the close quarters?â you started like it was idle chatter.
âHa⌠I beg your pardon?â Lohen leaned in, his eyes narrowing with dangerous interest.
âEarlier, I mean.â You inspected your nails. âWhen we were fighting. When you had those reactions.â
His hand hovered over his dagger. âAre you saying that like you want to fight again? Because I gladly will.â
âIn a sense of the word.â
Lohen took out the dagger and spun it with ease, then pointed it at you. You grabbed his wrist so that he couldnât stab you or anything, and when he struggled, the two of you were pulled closer together. This freakishly well-trained captain could only think about fighting â not the way your freezing breaths mixed between you.
Nevertheless, he was having the same reaction as earlier. The knife being held by both of you, the thrill of not knowing who would come out on top, caused another very obvious tent to form in his pants.
âYou like it? You like switching power back and forth like itâs a game?â you taunted, trying to straddle him while he fought for control of the dagger.
His fingers tightened around the blade. âWhat if I do?â
You almost got to his lips. In some sense of the word, it was an attempt at a distracting kiss. Lohen was caught just enough off guard that you took away his knife and pressed it against his chin. He was grinning ear to ear at the feeling of danger.
âI know you like that. Otherwise you wouldnât have a hard on.â
âYouâre a pervert for even noticing.â His cheeks bloomed red from the exertion. You couldnât help but notice his beauty mark and his dark, dark magenta eyes. âItâs just that I find it hot when thereâs someone who matches my skill. Of course I donât feel that in any normal situation where being âturned onâ would be acceptableâŚâ
âMaybe no oneâs made it exciting for you. Maybe all you need is a different kind of treatment, like some S ân M,â you taunted, pressing the knife closer.
That made him perk up a bit. Lohen wrapped his legs around your midsection, pressing your hips together.Â
âIâm listening.â
You even surprised yourself when you kissed him for real this time. His dim eyes slipped shut and he met your lips with ferocious energy, treating it like a battle of its own kind. The coppery taste of blood filled the kiss when he bit down on your bottom lip. Lohen licked at all up, giggling to himself.
âSo what youâre proposing is thatââ he paused to run his tongue over your lip, âwhatâs holding me back is that thereâs no one who matches my, ah, proclivity for violence and bloodshed?â
âAnd Iâm saying that I can.â It seemed like an interesting use of an evening to you, being stuck in a freezing cave and whatnot. Usually you werenât the type to mess around, but this Favonius captain had caught your attention in more ways than one.
Maybe there was something else drawing you to him that you didnât want to admit to yourself.
The kiss continued, your body lying over his in some twisted sort of metaphor for love. He kept biting you though. Your lip slowly oozed blood and your neck had teeth marks in it, all products of his eagerness.
After a particularly sharp bite you pressed the dagger against him. It was only meant to be a reminder, but Lohen let out a whine implying he enjoyed it.
âYeah? That feel good?â you teased, dragging the tip of the knife from his neck up and along his jawline. He tilted his head back willingly, something definitely feeling harder against your torso.
To your surprise, Lohenâs giggling filled the cavern. He held onto your wrist tightly, but instead of pushing it away, he made you dig the knife into his own skin.
âAre you gonna cut me up or what? Are you gonna make it hurt?â
As the blood beaded on his neck, he squirmed in pleasure. Why did he enjoy the feeling of the it dripping down his skin? Why did it fill him with a sick desire to continue this dance, this constant back-and-forth for control?
âHngh, ah⌠mphf!â Lohen couldnât manage his own voice when he felt a hot trail of blood trickling.
His hips kept moving so impatiently; it looked like he was getting close. You made a mistake in loosening your grip on the dagger.
Immediately, with his hand around your wrist, he forced it away from his throat, thus trying to get control over the situation again. Lohen took a deep, shaky breath that only got more shuddery when you dipped into his slacks. âDoes this mean I get to stay in the tent after all?â
âI suppose you can. Canât just leave you out in the cold.â You pulled your hand away and moved back, giving Lohen a chance to sit up. He rubbed his neck with a gloved hand, checking the blood now smeared on it.
âSo youâll keep me warm, is what Iâm hearing.â Lohen licked some of the blood. He looked so fine with the fresh blood running down his neck and soaking into the collar of his shirt. âBut I donât think I want to be done yet.â
âNo? What would you rather do?â
There was a sick fascination in his eyes. âI want to chase you down like before. I want to tackle you and tie you up likeââ
âIs that so?â you interrupted him. It sounded quite unevenly matched, which was boring. What sounded better â and what would bring him the most fun â was something more creative.Â
There was a long pause, and then you spoke again. âWe should turn it into a game, then. A chase. Weâll go a ways from the camp to start off. My goal is to reach the tent, and yours is to stop me before I do.â
It clearly caught Lohenâs attention. He was already standing up and brushing the snow off himself. âThis cave is like a maze, so why donât we make things more fun? Iâll cover your eyes and bring you, say, four hundred meters from the camp. Iâll give you a fifteen second head start to hide, run, find your way, whatever. Itâll be like a real hunt. So what do we get if we win?â
âWell, like you said you wanted⌠if you catch me, then you get to tie me up and bring me back to the tent. If I make it to the tent, then I get to tie you up.â
âHeheh, so itâs just like when I set traps for Varka and pretend to kidnap him!â he beamed.
You blinked. âUh, just like that. Sure.â
âItâs a deal then.â
This time, Lohen did offer his hand. The two of you shook hands and he looped some rope around his belt, smiling to himself when he did.
The walk out of the camp felt like⌠well, it sounded like a horror movie at first, but now it was filling you with adrenaline. You did want to have the chance to bind his wrists. It was beginning to feel like you were⌠endeared to this short freakish captain.
It was entirely dark while you walked, as his hand covered your eyes. You took frequent turns, navigating through the icy Dragonspine cave. As long as you paid attention, youâd know roughly what direction to run in.
Finally, Lohen dropped his hand to his side. âWeâre here. Again, Iâll give you fifteen seconds⌠and then youâre all mine.â He smiled, showing off his particularly sharp canines.
The two of you counted off together. âReady, setâŚâ
âGo.â
Your boots slammed to a start, your hair fluttering at the sudden burst of movement. It felt so real for being just a game. You dodged and weaved through the confusing paths as you ran, trying to get out of the immediate radius of your pursuer.
Lohen stood still and watched. He smiled even once you were out of view, his hands twitching with the urge to chase. His lips barely moved as he counted.
And then he was at fifteen, launching forward to give chase. He ran like a madman, making sharp turns where he had seen you go.
Right. Left. After thirty seconds of pure running, you were freaking out because you werenât sure exactly where to go. Sharp left. All the rocky walls looked the same. You ran like prey driven by instinct, exactly how Lohen wanted you to.
You were quite a ways ahead of him, but you could hear his boots in the snow in the distance.
By the time you made it into a wide open area of the cave, where you could see the tent fifty meters away, Lohen wasnât far off. Your lungs burned.
You could make it! Your arm extended in anticipation of reaching the campsite.
A hand grabbed onto the back of your shirt, reversing all the momentum that you once had. Lohen forced you onto the ground, your back hitting the snow.
It hardly felt real, the way that the adrenaline filled your veins. The cavernâs ceiling reached far above you and seemed to spin.
âGotcha~â Lohen grinned. He looked especially creepy with the dried blood from earlier coating his neck. With a look of satisfaction, he was already reaching for the rope at his belt.
âHah⌠let go of me, you⌠you⌠psychoticâŚâ
He forced your arms over your head, easily keeping you restrained as he tied them in a secure but not suffocating knot.
âYouâre coming with me; after all, we agreed on the outcome!â Even having ran for that long, he gathered you up in his arms and tossed you over his shoulder that didnât have a pauldron like a sack of potatoes.
He was surprisingly strong for his size, and, with your arms tied, you could only wiggle around as he carried you to the tent.
But wouldnât a little bit of struggling make it more fun?
You flailed out your legs when Lohen wasnât expecting it, making you drop on the ground (you barely avoided landing on your head). Your bound hands werenât much help in trying to crawl away.
The Favonius captainâs hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled it upwards, mushing your face into the ground since you were now halfway upside down. His other hand slid along your calf teasingly. âItâs cute how you think you can escape your end of the deal.â
Your cheek dragged along in the snow as he pulled you by your leg, only dropping you once you were in the tent.
âWhat are you planning, then?â you muttered.
Lohen sat down on your hips. His eyes narrowed in a way that betrayed his amusement, but he didnât give you a clear answer. His thumb brushed your cheek, gently at first, then squishing it until you had to close an eye.
The motion smeared blood on your face.
âYouâll find out.â
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Iâm tempted to also write a second chapter for this with reader pegging Lohen or something similar? Iâd be open to any asks that give some semblance of a plot for it or just any freaky moments that youâre thinking of with him. Iâm so Lohen pilled itâs scaring all my friendsÂ
HI ITS THE SAME ANON WHO REQUESTED FOR TGE SHOUKI NO KAMI X SHRINE MAIDEN READER SMUT HEH. U can call me âŠď¸ anon to make things simple but ive got. A question. What instruments do u see scara playingđđđđđ
Thank you âŠď¸ anon, I loveddd writing the Shouki no Kami fic
In the world of genshin, I could see Scara playing a harp/lyre. Something soft and light. When Iâm playing the music in the game, I like to have Wanderer be the one playing lol.
In one of my modern AUs, like Curtain call, piano or violin are the most likely options I think of. They radiate the perfect/golden child vibe I like to portray (plus those are the instruments I did as a kid). For a more punk type of Scaramouche, I love when people have him play an electric guitar.
If I had to pick only one of them, piano would be my favorite.
MORE OF SHOUKI NO KAMI X WORSHIPPER/SHRINE MAIDEN READER PLEASEEE BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS HOT AS FUCK. Okay hear me out. What if his ascension was successful and he and reader fuck on his throne or smth (id imagine that after ascending to the position of âGod of Wisdomâ heâd be able to disconnect from the robot or he fuses with it AND he would live like an emperor sođđđ)
ALSO CONSIDER: he and reader fuck in the robot. assuming you prefer he still be connected to itđ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤
Divinityâs Plaything (Sing Me Praises Part 3) - Scaramouche x Reader
Wanted to make this Sing My Praises Part 3. Any updates from kinktober arenât really applicable anymore to this AU, I just consider them silly/freaky drabbles. Honestly I love updating this mini series.
Smut later on, fem reader. Degradation, praise, and some kissing his feet but only the top of them and itâs only for humiliation purposes.
~2000 words
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âYou are requested by Lord Scaramouche.â
One of the low ranking Fatuiâs voices made you raise your head. Once, you were the same rank as them. But now Scaramoucheâs plan with the gnosis and the Shouki no Kami were complete, and you were elevated to his right hand man. Or⌠you suppose a more accurate term would be his dog that he liked to keep in his lap and pat from time to time.
His Majesty Scaramouche. Such a cruel ruler that you turned a blind eye to just to revel in his radiance.
The general public in Sumeru was split about his presence. A good portion (especially the Akademiya higher ups) believed that he was the stronger, more fit ruler of the nation. All the others kept their heads down and hoped that they wouldnât be crushed like little bugs.
âAm I needed in the throne room?â you wondered aloud.
The blond Fatui agent only nodded and waved you along, out of your dorm that Scaramouche had given you. You could tell from the way he gritted his teeth that he didnât exactly appreciate you being favored by the new god, but to say so would mean certain death for him.
He led you to the throne room â that is, the room where the Shouki no Kami was. Scaramouche ruled from the head of the robot, but could hook up and disconnect from it much easier now with all the testing Dottore did.
Several people were milling about on ground level, looking like bugs as they scurried around the robotâs feet in an attempt to keep him satisfied. None of them could look him in the eye, and the god didnât give them the benefit of a glance anyway. But what did pique his interest was you.
The Shouki no Kami roused. The four mechanical arms moved out of their resting position, already moving towards you.
A sick sense of desire ran through you. You would give anything for Scaramouche⌠and yet you still felt that he was too divine to grace you.
âDove.â That was all he said through the robotâs voice. Come here was what it beckoned.
And you did. You left the discontented Fatui agent behind, approaching the Shouki no Kami. The otherâs gazes were on you, most bitterly.
His robotic hands reached for you, one holding onto the back of your shirt and hauling you into the air. The ground disappeared beneath your feet and you were brought to dizzying heights.
Once you were at Scaramoucheâs actual eye level â that is to say, eighty feet above the ground â another hand cupped you so that you didnât fall.
Scaramouche smiled when he saw your concerned expression. He could use his own voice now instead of projecting it through the robot. âDonât be afraid, dove. I will not drop you. And even if I did⌠Iâd catch you.â
âWhat did you summon me for, Lord Scaramouche?â You kept your tone polite despite the shameful want you were feeling.
âThereâs something that I know you can help me with,â was all he clarified.
The hand below you move one finger so that it rested between your legs. In a panic, you looked down at the people on the ground. Most of them werenât watching anymore.
âThey canât see any of this. Theyâd⌠theyâd think it was unfair thatâŚâ Your voice trailed off and you swallowed, feeling the Shouki no Kamiâs finger against your thigh. âYouâre too good for this.â
He carried you into the robotâs head, where he was standing already. This was his throne. His indigo eyes were alight with interest, watching the way you were dumped in front of him and scrambled to be presentable.
âPerhaps you think we need a bit of privacy, then? Would that make you feel more at ease?â Scaramouche flipped a lever, making the head of the robot close. You two were alone now. The only light was that of the glowing tubes that directed the godâs power into his body.
You stayed silent.
âGood. Now, youâre above all the rest of them. Literally and metaphorically. You worshipped me from the beginning and itâs all paid off now. So how do you feel?â
âUnworthy, still.â
Scaramouche grabbed ahold of your chin, pulling you closer. âDonât then. You had the vision before anyone else; you were the most devoted of my followers before I ascended to godhood. You are worth it because I chose you. And I⌠no one can defy me even if they were unsatisfied about it. Theyâre ants in comparison to me. Even Dottore, who thought he was so all-knowing before.â
All you could do, all you wanted to do, was to rest your head there in his hand.
Here you had the opportunity to throw away all your morals and indulge with Scaramouche. That guilty feeling in your gut stirred again, but you werenât sure if it was guilt anymore.
âYouâre greater than anyone here. Youâre⌠the one who will cleanse Sumeru and all of Teyvat of weakness,â you murmured. Scaramouche lowered his hand and you followed, dropping to the floor obediently.
âI love that about you. You know your place.â His hand stroked your cheek, then brushed through your bangs like a comb. âKneel for me, dove. No. Lie on your back.â
His words seemed to hypnotize you. Scaramoucheâs burning indigo eyes furthered the illusion, locked onto you as you lay down, though his face was mostly in shadow. From this angle, he leaned over in a way that took up most of your vision, his dark bangs falling over his face.
He rested one of his sandaled feet on your chest.
âWhat do you think, then, about your place being right here?â The question came out in a deceptively innocent tone.
âHere⌠with you, in the Shouki no Kami? Or here under your feet?â
More weight pressed onto your sternum. âAs my personal toy. My favorite subject.â
Honestly? Youâd love it. But it felt wrong to say that out loud, being so lowly compared to him. You could be with him, any time he wanted⌠and maybe it would feel like it was love for you and not for the sense of superiority it gave him.
âWell? Spit it out.â
âIâd love that,â you said, your hair splayed out over the ground. âIf you wished it, then I would be anything for you.â
His sandal started to lift, but you grabbed his ankle without thinking.
âWhat are you thinking, touching me?â he asked mockingly.
Your fingers instantly loosened. You couldnât shrink back from his narrowed eyes, with your head already on the floor. âI-Iâm sorry, Lord Scaramouche. I wasnât thinking.â
âSince youâre so clearly desperate to touch me, I just might let you.â He moved his foot anyways, standing normally again.
You sat up when his index finger motioned you too. The obedience made Scaramoucheâs heart beat a little faster; a reaction that he wasnât all that used to stirred lower in his body.
âKiss.â The new archon pointed to the ground.
Kneeling again, you lowered your head until your lips met the top of his foot. This is all I deserve, you told yourself. But Iâm not complaining.
He seemed more and more satisfied as moments went on. Seeing you like this, worshipping him, believing in his power. It drove him crazy. âGood, very good.â
You sat up again, staring at him on your knees. Scaramouche stepped closer, letting himself press against you â his exposed, dainty legs that still had the strength to push you down, and his hips that, when you knelt, were at the level of your face. They rested against your cheek and you could feel something hard underneath.
Scaramouche was enjoying this. It wasnât just you who wanted. And maybe, now that he had all the authority, there wouldnât be anything to interrupt your moment like last time. This would go however far he wanted.
Without thinking about it, your thighs squeezed together.
âWhat do you want me to-â
Your words cut off as he leaned down and pulled you into a kiss. He was on a power trip. Scaramoucheâs tongue passed your lips, navigating your mouth in a way that left no room for argument. It swirled around your mouth, making it clear that he was the one in charge.
That didnât mean that he wasnât getting worked up, though. As you kissed, he leaned his weight over you and his hips bucked against you needily. The moans Scaramouche pulled from you just made his movements rougher.
He moved very quickly from there on; he couldnât stand waiting. Your dress was hiked up around your hips so he could feel your thighs, splaying his fingers over the soft skin. Sliding his hands up, he could feel the way your panties were already wet.
âHa⌠do you have something you want to tell me?â Scaramouche had picked up on your little secret infatuation. âYouâre saying that youâre turned on by me, the one you have followed for months?â
The words almost got stuck in your throat. âYes.â
The new archon laughed, his shoulders shaking up and down. âIsnât that lovely, dove⌠so you wouldnât mind if IâŚâ
He flipped you around so that you were facing away from him. You couldnât see his satisfied expression, you could only feel the way that he parted your underwear to the side. And not only that, the sound of his shorts being pulled down made you let out a noise.
âYouâre sure about this?â you murmured nervously.
âMore than ever.â The biggest part of the anticipation was that you couldnât see anything going on. Both of you made matching sighs as you could feel his length press up against you.
Once it began, you werenât sure that you could ever stop. His hand was tight around your waist, keeping you in place, while he sank all the way in.
âMmgh⌠Scaramouche, it feels so perfectâŚâ You writhed against the floor with nothing to hang onto. The lack of proper sheets or bedding was the only thing that reminded you that you werenât in a bedroom or private place â you were in the Shouki no Kami, far above all of his other subjects. If only the head was open, everyone would be able to see youâ
Your thighs trembled as he pulled back just to slide all the way in again. Scaramoucheâs chest against your back, even if he was smaller, radiated warmth into you.
He buried his head into the crook of your neck. âYouâre taking it so well. I might have to do this more often.â
âPlease, Scahhâ Scaramouche, please do!â
One of his hands squeezed your thighs, the other laced in your hair. Your head tilted back with no resistance.Â
âSo good. Ngh. So good, dove.â His pace increased and his breath followed suit. He was getting close to the edge, you could tell. What you loved was how his voice got slightly higher pitched and he let out sinful gasps.
You could feel him finish in you. You followed suit only seconds later because of his fingers pinching your thigh. After that, you went limp. Your legs were littered with little crescent-shaped nail marks.
Scaramouche huffed. âYouâre a beautiful, disgusting follower of mine. I even surprise myself with how I meander with someone so lowly.â A finger traced along your thigh, collecting some of the white fluid there. âItâs gross in here now, and this is my throne room. So clean it all up.â
A redness dusted your cheeks when he wiped his wet index finger on your clothes. It was a humiliation that stirred butterflies in your stomach.
He simply watched you wipe up all the liquid on the ground. There was no tissues or towels that he gave (surely for the purpose of humiliating you) so you had to wipe it with your sleeve. Just thinking about how youâd have to walk down the hallways messy like that made your heart race.
Once you were done, Scaramouche brushed a hand through your hair deceptively sweetly.
i'm not sure if you do fics with ships that aren't x reader, but if you'd be willing, would you do a whump astralyn fic? :>>>
Words of Comfort - Astra Yao x Evelyn
I was a little unsure who was in which role, or which of them was meant to be a whumper. So I went with it being an outside character hurting Astra and Evelyn working as her normal bodyguard self. Decided on a little bit of hurt/comfort and fluff. ^^
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âAstra!â
Evelynâs voice cut through the air, very different from her normal tone, for a name that she never spoke out loud. Miss or Ms. Yao could do, but she was too panicked.
The celebrity jolted awake, her pink eyes looking around in confusion. They narrowed in pain as she gripped her shoulder. Blood dripped down her skin where her red ruffly sleeve should have been. âWhat happened? Am I still-?â
Finally gaining her composure, Evelyn shook her head.Â
âNo. You were taken by the people I used to work for⌠but I tracked them down. I found you there unconscious and bleeding.â Her gloved hand brushed Astraâs arm. âUnfortunately your sleeve got torn in the process. I couldnât keep your performance outfit in good condition.â
âIâm not bothered by it. My stage manager might have a few complaints, but Iâm alive.â
Evelyn sighed, grabbing a rag to wipe off the excess blood. She knew basic first aid, so she could get the wound cleaned up and wrapped before they could get the professionals involved. It wouldnât be any normal hospital, no, this incident would have to stay hidden from the public as controversies often are. âI should have been there for you. Donât go off on your own anymore.â
âDonât worry so much about me,â Astra said lightheartedly, but her eyes were darkened with pain.
âIt seems that Iâm carrying all the concern for both of us, as this isnât as much of a high priority to you as it should beâŚâ The blonde grabbed her arm a little rougher than necessary to apply the antiseptic. She had to ignore Astraâs hiss of pain as the wound disinfected.
âI was terrified when I was trapped there. They were talking about the ransom money that theyâd charge, although they didnât hurt me except right in the beginning, where my arm was slashed. But I knew that youâd get there.â
Their faces were so close that Evelyn could see the way Astraâs mascara was smeared.
âYou didnât doubt it? You âknewâ that I would be there?â she questioned.
âI knew. Youâre the most trustworthy person I know, and I left only one of my earrings at the scene.â The way that Astra insinuated it, that of course Evelyn would understand, because she would never be caught with one earring unless something was wrong⌠they knew each other perfectly.
Evelyn kept her gaze on the cut, but pulled Astra in so that her head rested on her shoulder. âThatâs a lot to bet on only one detail. What if I didnât guess who it was that stole you away?â
âOf course you would. Thereâs only one person thatâs after us at the moment, and they wanted revenge on you for betraying them. So of course it was them who ransomed me.â Her head lolled on Evelynâs shoulder to meet her eyes. âYou know me. And I know you, Eve. Wordlessly.â
Sentimentality had surely come over her, because Evelyn brushed her fingers through her silky black hair fit for only the most expensive of combs. The most luxurious of gemstones in the strands that sparkled as such on stage.
âSurely you put too much faith in me,â she murmured with a faint chuckle. Astra didnât respond. She was more focused on the way Evelynâs fingers danced along her arm, wrapping the cotton bandages around them.
Silence draped the room. Astra just held onto her, no doubt recovering from the stress. The slash still stung, but at least it was attended to. The moment of relaxation was a nice break from the reprimanding that she knew sheâd get from everyone on the stage team.
Evelyn set down the extra bandages and tightly embraced her with both arms.
Which longer-form fan fiction should I work on next (more details below)?
High school theater AU for Childe x Scaramouche (Curtain Call revamp)
College AU where Scaramouche and Reader work for a maid cafe
Genshin Hunger Games with Childe x Scaramouche
Voting ended onMar 2
I will do all three, I'm just wondering which one I should do first. Been very in the mood for writing Chiscara lately, but I also love Scara x reader.
I began Curtain Call about a year ago and left it with only two chapters. Previously the high school theater one was going to be Romeo and Juliet, but that's boring so I want to do the Phantom of the Opera. Chiscara yay. Scaramouche learns to be a part of the drama club (and to love its members).
The maid cafe idea will be where Scaramouche is forced to work there for the summer by Yae. You, the reader and one of his college classmates, apply there because you have an immediate attraction to him, leading to many attempts to seduce him.
Lastly I wanted to do Hunger Games AU with a bunch of characters in Genshin. More chiscara based fan fiction. Scaramouche aims to win, but a certain ginger keeps latching onto him.
Uhh thanks and I would appreciate any comments so I can hear what you guys want!
OH MY GOSH, I WAS THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THE SCARA X READER FANFIC AND WHEN I SAID IT WAS GOOD
IT
WAS
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IM HERE TO ASK, perchance may i be a bit greedy⌠and ask for a part 2?? WHERE READER COSPLAYS FOR HER GEEK!BOYFRIEND scara for maybe his birthday⌠you know since January 3rd is like a few weeks away!! Might as well celebrate early?
Eyes on Me Part 2 - Scaramouche x Fem!Reader
I am so sorry it took so long ToT. I got out of the flow of writing regularly with a month long break. But pretend itâs still Wandererâs birthday. And hey, this oneâs decently long (~1600 words).
Thinking of starting a new long fic if anyone has any tropes/dynamics/ideas to feature! Poll will go up in a few days so you can choose out of what Iâve settled on.
featuring smut with loser Scara and some bondage if you like
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Scaramouche had stayed true to his word thus far. He hasnât played his gooner gacha game in several weeks now, courtesy of the bet between you two. Honestly, his attitude seemed to be nearing withdrawal from addiction.
It was Scaramoucheâs birthday coming up soon, though; you didnât want him to be unhappy. So you decided to bite the bullet and buy a cosplay online of a character you knew to be his favorite (if any of your friends heard the word âcosplayâ, let alone saw how much cleavage it revealed, theyâd laugh at you for weeks). Heâd mentioned her multiple times before, and she had the assets that youâd expect. The white-and-purple dress was pretty short with a lot of ruffles at the bottom. To fill up the empty expanse of your chest from the plunging neckline, there was also a purple choker that came with it.
Flash forward to now, you were texting him to come over to hang out for his birthday. To get his birthday present.
He opened the door casually, looking at the room he was so used to seeing, but his eyes returned to you sitting on your bed in a heartbeat. You could see his lips form the name of the character, but he snapped out of it before he said it out loud.
âMm. Happy birthday, Scara~â you murmured with a purposeful lilt in your voice.
âY-Y/N, I never thought youâd- I mean, expected for⌠uhmâŚâ His brain was clearly struggling to function with all the blood that immediately drained out of it.
You loved the times where you could catch him off guard. The times where heâd basically worship you with eyes because he didnât even know how he scored you. Maybe it gave you a little bit of a power complex, but that sure didnât turn Scaramouche off.
âYouâre so hot, I canât evenâŚâ Scaramouche finally regained the ability to move and strode over to where you sat.
âI bought it just for you; since itâs your special day and all. But I wonder what sheâs like in the game. Did I get the look right? And her demeanor⌠is it seductive? Timid? Teasing?â you listed off, stalling as to get him even more worked up. âItâs up to you, really.â
âYou shouldâŚâ
Scaramouche cleared his throat awkwardly.
He walked up to you, stepping between your thighs. His fingers twitched against your thigh but didnât dare to explore past the ruffles. âShould um. Should dominate me.â
That was something he didnât ask for much. Pride was very important to him, and he usually preferred to be the one feeling and filling⌠but it seemed that he was okay trashing that for a sexy woman. You pulled him onto the bed by his waist, to which he folded.
Scaramouche met your lips eagerly, totally ignoring the spit that trailed from the corners of your lips. He was more interested in your tongue. He chased it, flattening his tongue against yours almost like he was trying to get to your throat. It nearly made you gag.
His hand clutched at the fabric of the dress. It felt heavenly just for him to bunch his hands in the frills. The other reached up and felt what the dress exposed of your cleavage.
You lifted your head and stopped kissing him, leaving him to catch the saliva between you. âI really like this version of you, Iâd say. Very willing to give me anything just so you can touch me. Maybe I should try this more often.â
He huffed. Sure, it was true, he was a gooner through and through. But he didnât like that you could pick up on that fact. âI wasnât done kissing you.â
âWell, you are now. But that doesnât mean Iâm done.â You rolled your eyes and latched onto the column of his throat. A small breath escaped him when your teeth brushed it.
You knew heâd appreciate having those marks there tomorrow. But that was just the basics. You reached your hands under Scaramoucheâs oversized hoodie, pulling it over his head in one fell swoop. All the pale skin of his chest was revealed â unmarred, for now.
Diving straight in, you sucked on his chest until your lips met his nipple. Scaramoucheâs thighs jolted and trembled, wrapping around your midsection for support. He couldnât keep still. Nor could he keep his voice down.
âSuch pretty noises⌠I hope no one will hear you so wrecked like this,â you whispered, giving the faintest of bites to the bud. He moaned helplessly.
âMmgh- feels soâŚâ Scaramoucheâs head dropped back onto your bed, his legs clenching tighter around you.
You licked a long stripe down his abdomen, focusing especially on his v-line that disappeared into his pants.
âHey, uh, Y/N?â he asked tentatively.
You buried your nose into his hips and stared up with half lidded eyes. âUse your words, baby.â
His cheeks were burning to the touch. âUm⌠she, I mean the character⌠has an ability. In the game. Where sheâs fighting the enemies and she ties them up with a purple ribbonâŚâ
Were you expecting it? No. However, that mental image was one that made you sit back. Scaramouche whined from the loss of contact.
âI probably have some ribbon lying around.â
Scaramouche watched you walk around your room in that pretty dress, looking through every spot that you might have it in. Especially at your boobs â call it straightforward, but he knew what he liked. Finally you bring out a long white ribbon, one that was wide enough to not snap under pressure.
âI want to be barely able to move,â he admitted.
The first part of him that you secured was his wrists. You tied them into a nice little bow, letting the ends of the ribbon brush against his face before you forced them behind his head.
âHowâs that?â
âReally⌠really fffâgood. I want more.â
So you knotted his legs together at the ankle. Scaramouche made a surprised squeak when you pulled them over your head, basically forcing them to be hooked around your shoulders. His thighs bent upward and squeezed his body tight.
Leaning down, you made him take an even more condensed position. He was entirely folded over with none of his limbs able to move independently. And this? This was so much better than the video game that heâd quit. You could entirely wreck him, unlike those gacha waifus who only wrecked his wallet.
Scaramoucheâs skin was your canvas: milky white, smooth, and glimmering faintly with saliva. Your touch made it spike with goosebumps. Your hands, meanwhile, dipped downwards and felt through the fabric of his underwear. He arched into it â unable to do anything else in his pent-up desire â and his hips stuttered into your cupped hands.
Pulling away the fabric revealed exactly what youâd expect. He was close to dripping, and what was already there you used to rub in. Scaramoucheâs legs continue to quiver, so you bit his left inner thigh. You caressed the right side so as to not leave it out.
âIs this all you dreamed of for a birthday?â you asked, pausing your long lick.
He was panting. His indigo eyes, usually bright indigo and narrowed in annoyance, were hazy, so it seemed like he didnât really hear your question.
âGag me.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYou want me toâŚ? One hundred percent?â
âItâs a scene from... ngh, from the game, where sheâs interrogating someone⌠the other person refuses to talk and she, she uses the same ribbons to gag him. You could make me finish when I canât even speak for myself- hah-â His cuts of when your hands leave his thighs, leaving only cold air where your warm hands used to be.
The ribbon sat on the nightstand, none the wiser as for its purpose. You cut a good length of it and lined up the middle with Scaramoucheâs open mouth. You looped it twice for good measure, just so that it would take up some of the excess space in his mouth (he wouldnât mind you sitting there, but thatâs for another day).
His tongue pressed up against the ribbon once you tied it as if testing his restraints. A moan suggested he was satisfied.
From then on, you returned your focus on his aching length. You had to be careful, otherwise youâd make too quick work of him â and edging him a little, seeing him beg to come, was what made the experience worth it for you. It wasnât an easy task with how sensitive he was.
Scaramouche could only let out muffled noises through the ribbons pulled through his mouth, feeling the pressure building so high that he was squirming on your covers. But any time his body tensed fully, you pressed your finger on the tip with a quiet, ânot yet.â
He felt like he could cry.
No matter what you told him to do, he couldnât hold back with his legs over your shoulders like that. His release covered his stomach, but you managed to keep the worst of it from hitting your cosplay (youâd be washing it before next time, that was for sure).
âMmgh! Thff!â Scaramouche whined as you spread the slick over his stomach. You dragged your fingers through it, relishing the feeling of the smooth and now slippery skin. Though you also rubbed soft circles into the bones in his hips that jutted out as a small form of comfort.
You delicately pulled the end of the ribbon keeping his wrists together, and in turn he undid his gag.
âWas that to your liking?â Your thumb brushed the spit trailing down from his mouth and brought it to your lips.
âHah⌠as crazy as you are?â Scaramouche brushed a hand through his mussed dark hair. âYes.â
Many of these have already been featured in previous fics but I thought Iâd put them into a nice list. Warning for smut, fem reader (or is eating out gender neutral?).Â
Casual or only slightly suggestive
Sometimes he just stares, blissful that he even gets to have you in his life.
After so much hardship, after so much fighting, he has you.
Heâs a loverboy through and through. Phainon loves doing little acts of service, taking you on romantic date nights, giving you flowers he finds.
He aims for a domestic lifestyle where he only has to worry about you (and some kids, as long as you want them too).
Very golden retriever coded. Big and a little dumb, but so ready to do whatever you ask.
Itâs very easy for Phainon to carry you over his shoulder, bridal style, anything.
Phainon loves to wear compression shirts because he knows you love how they look on him.
Smut
Phainon is amazing at eating you out. He loves the act of it, seeing you from that angle, and heâs plain fantastic with his mouth. His first priority is making you feel good.
He absolutely loves when you pull his hair.
This includes you playing with his hair or putting clips in it, but his favorite thing is when you pull at the strands to guide him wherever you want.
Loves to call you baby. And loves it in public because now everyone knows youâre together.
Inversely, Phainon loves when you call him puppy or good boy.
Phainonâs well built, but heâs also self-aware about how much weight heâs putting on you.
He is the one in charge about half of the time, but other times he likes to see what damage you can do.
(Damage, meaning how many bite marks you can put on his abs.)
Or he loves hearing you tell him what to do.
He has the most gentle aftercare ever; most of the time it makes you want to cry from how sweet he is.
The morning after is Phainonâs favorite time. He loves the cuddling and the way you just burrow into his chest.
Anytime heâs in the mood, youâll know because he begs to touch you. Phainon tries to keep himself from getting too rough, though you only encourage him to go harder when he does.
Decently high stamina; itâs higher than yours even though youâre more the more thirsty one.
At the end of the day he would do absolutely anything for you. That includes a healthy amount of experimentation (his favorites are oral and warming though).
His favorite part of you is probably your hips â he loves holding them and kissing them and pulling you close with them.
ash i hope you know that every time i see your drawings on some of the fanfics you write, it makes me smile. ur art and writing style is so good oh my god
Thank you so much it makes my day <333
I've been wondering if I should post more suggestive art / have banners for more of my writing, if people are interested?
What happens when youâre about to walk home, but your clingy boyfriend Phainon doesnât want you to brave the snowstorm? Cuddles, hot chocolate, and movie watching?
Yeah this was definitely inspired by the huge snow storm that hit half of the country, including me, a couple weeks ago.
Slightly suggestive but not much! Happy valentines ya'll
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âWow, itâs already 10:30 at night?â Your eyes widened as you glanced at your phone. âTime sure flies. I should be getting back to my apartment.â
Phainon huffed, resting his head in your lap and burying it there. His voice was muffled as he complained, âIâll be so lonely after you leave though. You should stay.â
âNope. Sorry,â you said, patting his silver hair one more time before you got up and grabbed your chunky coat and wrapped your scarf around your neck. While the two of you were busy with each other, it had started snowing outside.
Finally he relented, watching you from across the room. His eyes tracked you as you headed for the door. The only thing that drew away his attention was his phone buzzing continuously â the weather warning notification.
âWait a second, babe. It says that thereâs a ton of snow forecasted. Itâs gonna be a blizzard out there in not too long.â
You gave him a thumbs up. âThen Iâll make it home quick, and text you when I get there. No worries.â
That got Phainon up from the couch fast. âOh no you donât.â
He wrapped himself around you from behind, capturing you in a big bear hug. And his stupid arms were big enough that you couldnât hope to escape his graspâŚ
âI can get home before it starts snowing real bad. You can let me go.â
Phainon spun you around and, before you knew it, he was stripping off your coat and carrying you back into the living room. âNot a chance. Youâre staying here and weâre having a sleepover.â
The more you struggled, the more determined he was. He swung you over his wide shoulder, carrying you like a sack of potatoes.
âHey! You little- put me down!â You kicked your feet, but Phainon just gave you a loving pat on the rear.
âHush, Iâm not letting you go out in that snowstorm. Stay here, Iâm gonna make us hot chocolate.â
He tossed you onto the couch, letting you bounce a few times on the cushions from the force of it. Might as well give up now. Phainon sifted through his cabinets, gathering up everything to make the drinks.
Ten minutes later, he dropped a handful of marshmallows into each mug and hands one to you, practically weaving his body with yours on the couch. His head rested on your chest as he occasionally sipped at the drink. âSee⌠isnât this more comfy than the bitter cold?â
âIt is,â you sighed, âyou make it pretty hard to leave when you just lie on top of me like that.â
âGood.â Phainon wrapped his arms around your upper torso, which forced your arms up in the process.
The windows appeared to be pitch black outside. Large snow flurries floated down, gracefully decorating the concrete below. By the next morning, it would pile up halfway to your knees.
âWhat about a movie, then, to pass the time?â he suggested.
âDrama? Horror? Action?â
âSomething relaxing. I donât want to be on the edge of my seat when weâre busy cuddling.â
You kissed his hair, murmuring a soft, âfair enough,â navigating the remote to the closest romcom.
You couldnât even be sure Phainon was watching the movie. He was preoccupied, his head buried in your chest and breathing in the warmth.
âWill you watch it or nahâŚ?â
He lifted his head, showing a face of pure tired bliss. His hair was slightly unkempt from the nuzzling. âItâs too cold for this. A snowstorm, you know? So I need to get my heat from other sources, which happens to be you.â
Not much movie watching was done. For the most part, the two of you cuddled, wrapping up tight within the blankets to stay cozy.
Once the credits rolled, Phainon shifted himself higher up against you and coated your face in small kisses. Your forehead, your nose, your cheeks; nowhere was safe from his lips.
âPhainahhhn, that tickles,â you laughed, pushing at his shoulders but not in a manner that said you wanted him to stop.
So he changed tactics. The short kisses became longer, more tender, focusing on your jawline and your upper neck. Your head tilted back from the long time youâd grown used to this, the red marks sucked against your throat that you needed makeup to cover in the morning.
âWhy would you ever wanna leave when we can just do this all day, baby?â The words vibrated against your neck, his lips brushed your skin as he spoke.
Your eyes slipped shut in the quiet pleasure of the moment. Gently, your hands brushed through his hair and tugged at the strands. That was his favorite thing of his â when you pulled his hair. His groans made it clear.
Phainonâs arms wrapped tighter around you. He was so clingy like this.
Of course, thatâs when you love messing with him.
You lifted your knee so that it brushed against his crotch. The hushed breath Phainon let out gave you satisfaction, enough to circle it a few times.
âYeah? Tell me how much you want me to stay,â you murmured, voice slightly rough with the power trip that you were getting. âTell me how desperate you are.â
âIâm desperate for you. I want you so bad.â
He always had a habit of being so cute like this. So polite and yet so horny. Sure, he might be way bigger and stronger than you, but heâs careful not to hurt you in anything that he does. The moment that you showed any form of discomfort heâd immediately notice and make sure youâre okay. And this time was no different. He needed you to say you wanted this too.
âIâll need something to keep me warm during the whole storm,â you sighed dramatically, trying to bait him into completely pouncing on you.
After an entire year, I finished writing my Scaramouche x Fem!Reader fic! I just wrapped it up by adding a Christmas special to the end.
Someday I Hope to Be as Kind as You
Word Count: 35,147
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: ĺçĽ | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationships:
Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) & Reader, Nahida & Scaramouche (Genshin Impact), Nahida (Genshin Impact) & Reader, Layla (Genshin Impact) & Reader, Cyno (Genshin Impact) & Reader
Characters:
Scaramouche (Genshin Impact), Reader, Nahida (Genshin Impact), Layla (Genshin Impact), Nilou (Genshin Impact), Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Cyno (Genshin Impact), Collei (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Kaveh (Genshin Impact)
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Hi! Do you accept requests for Genshin Impact fanfiction? If possible and if you feel like it, perhaps you could write a wholesome Nicole x Reader story in which Nicole acts as a mentor or Guardian to a younger (child/teenager) Reader?
She's definitely one of my favorite characters this version, she's so cuteâ¤ď¸
Thank you for the request! However, I have it stated in my rules that I only write x readers for male characters. I drew a quick banner for her instead, just this time.
