Yandere Scaramouche Who Can't Bring Himself To Be Soft In Your Presence. Softness Is Weakness, And You'll

Yandere Scaramouche who can't bring himself to be soft in your presence. Softness is weakness, and you'll pounce at any moment of weakness from him. But he still loves you, more than his mechanical heart can contain, so he shows it in less than kind ways.

A box of chocolates will be haphazardly dropped into your lap with him standing above you, arms crossed and a frown on his face. He'll gesture for you to take them, trying to hide the raging blush that's forming on his cheeks.

"Take them, they're disgusting," he'd grumble before walking off without another word. He'd never buy himself chocolates. Not willingly. His hatred for sweets was more than common knowledge to you, he gagged if you even put a drop too much sugar in his tea. Yet somehow, he'd come to aquire a box of chocolates.

And not just any box. Your favorite. A kind that was only found in Mondstadt. Having a bit of an acquired taste, they never got popular around Teyvat and were hard to come across anywhere else. You remember mumbling to yourself about how you missed their taste a few short days ago and now here they were, on your lap. Despite your hatred for the man, you felt a smile forming upon your lips.

A Boon from the Tsaritsa

Arlecchino x Fem! Reader

A/N: Reader is a simp

She's beautiful from all angles. That's the only thought that's running through your mind as you kneel before her. Her haunting beauty is a sight to behold, her face like that of an angel. Or maybe, a demon, with the way she tempts you. Even the look of disinterest, of lack of care for you, sends a chill of adoration up your spine. All it took was one glance at her in passing and you were absolutely smitten.

“I was told you requested me personally?” She spoke, her voice echoing off the wall and sending a familiar tingle to your groin. Her words, spoken coldly like ice, made your heart beat even faster in your chest.

“Yes, Sir! I did,” you stuttered back enthusiastically. Her dark eyes were on you and you could feel them practically melting through your skin. And the feeling was euphoric. Her painful gaze was like heaven to you and you wished to bask in it, if only her impatience with you wasn't so palpable, “I did well on the previous mission, sir, as I'm sure you've heard. I'm actually the sole survivor of it. I was told by the Tsaritsa herself that I could have any gift I desire for my job well done.”

Arlecchino cocked an eyebrow, crossing one of her gorgeous legs over the other. The way her thighs squished against the heavy fabric of her pants had you nearly drooling, your eyes tracing up and down her long legs to where the heel of her shoe where she tapped her foot against the marble floor, “I'm assuming you have something you want from my orphanage then, seeing as you asked for me. I do not give my children up, if that's what you're asking for, so I suggest calling on someone else for your ‘reward,”

“I want nothing of the sort,”

“Is that so?” She hummed.

“What I want is something only you can give me,”

“And that is?”

Your eyes fell upon her lips. Plump and wet with gloss. The natural pink shade making them stand out against her pale skin. They were pressed together in a frown, but even that displeasing expression excited you, “I want a kiss. From you.”

She was dumbfounded for a moment, you could see the slightest change in her expression, then she went back to her neutral expression, trying to pretend that what you’d asked for wasn't phasing her. She waved her hands, shooing the other Fatui guards out of the room and they left with little sound, their feet sounding like little patters of rain against the floor.

“A boon from the Tsaritsa is not an easy thing to acquire. People typically ask for things like land or status,”

“I'm aware,”

“Yet, you're giving it all up for a peck on the lips?”

When she said it like that, you did feel a little stupid. But you were steadfast in your ways and insistent on what you wanted. Her lips plagued your dreams day and night. And passing her on your way to assignments made you mentally curse whatever fate kept her from being your superior. Although, you doubted you'd get any work done if you had the opportunity to ogle at her as much as you pleased.

“I do not feel as if I'm wasting my boon, I've wanted this for a very long time,” affirmation coated your words, showing that you meant every bit of them. 

Maybe she could feel that. Feel your honesty in the way you spoke. In the way you look up at her with admiration. Most would be upset that they were made to kneel, yet, you dropped to the floor before her without any hesitation the second the order left her mouth. 

You watched her feet as she stepped towards you, her heels clicking against the floor. She cupped your face, just beneath the chin. You'd never touched her before, how could you? But the feeling of her gloved hands against your skin, of her sharp nails practically testing your flesh, it was euphoric. 

Bending over at the waist, she pressed her lips against yours. You would've melted into a puddle right there, had it not been for her firm grip on your cheeks. She tasted sweeter than you expected, but her lips were as soft as you'd dreamt of. Her smell up close was intoxicating, and even though you would've been more than satisfied with just her lips, you felt her tongue forcing its way into your mouth.

The way she kissed was dominating. It was suffocating. It was heavenly. You let her do whatever she desired, practically sitting there like a ragdoll for her to toy with. You wanted to remember every bit of her taste, the feeling of her lips. Her touch. You savored it, whining in sorrow when she pulled away, her lips wet with your saliva.

“Do well again,” Arlecchino spoke in a hushed whisper right against the shell of your ear, “So you can get another.”

With which characters would you ship your moots and yourself with? (Saw the mbti thing, I'm being silly)

FIRST OF ALL!

I need more mutuals!! I do not have many! And yes, this is me calling and asking for friends. A bitch is scared to interact!

But what also makes this difficult is my mutuals are so down horrendous that they literally speak for themselves.

@yandere-romanticaa is one of those filthy Childe stans! (me too though...)

And @paffuto-pastry and @sleepyelias are both slightly less filthy Diluc stans!

For myself, me and Scaramouche are literally getting married and having six kids together.

i’ve literally never even heard of blackwashing until today??? help??? bro what does that even mean???? like i understand what it is but the implications of it are so beyond me?????

also literally what was that even in RESPONSE to???? i have so many questions and so little time

Y'all actually do not understand the amount of hate that I get on my account for my black anime edits, which is why the person was so mad. But at the end of the day, I AM BLACK. When I cosplay the characters are black, when I'm writing, even though I never mention skin color outright, I'm writing for a black person because I am black. So of course, I want a pfp and art on my account that looks like me!

No one has to like the edits, quite honestly I do not care. You can even be offended if you want to. But as I've said before, the block button is your best friend if it bothers you so much (this isn't in reference you, nonnie, I'm just saying)

Holy fuck you're a black washer... Go to hell with the rest of the racists of the world, you'll all have fun together

Imagine being this mad about literally anything on the Internet. Go outside, babe, you need it.

Important question! Do you know your star sign/mbti?

I'm an ENFP-T Gemini!!

You're the first person to ask me this tbh!! 😭