#kuni x reader

There laid the puppet in his most delicate form—adorned with black, babydoll lingerie. The off-shoulder garment stretched back up as his arms clung around your neck. Its flowy and see-through fabric teased your eyes, subtly revealing his slender body beneath it.

“You're breathtaking,” You whisper, pressing your hips firmly against his. He'd shoot a glare if he wasn't distracted by the slow, tantalizing rhythm of your movements. Breathtaking? That almost made him scoff, when in truth, you were the one that's taking his breath away.

“Shut–mnhah..! ♡” Scaramouche tried to retort only to fail as a shiver ran through his body. His usual sharp tongue faltered, leaving him flustered and struggling to regain his composure.

A chuckle left your lips, the desire to push him further fueled by his reactions. Each time you thrust into him, a kiss was planted on his neck. This was too much, you were simply too gentle.

“Are you embarrassed?” You asked softly, sweeping his disheveled bangs away from his face, revealing the red tint around his cheeks.

“Embarrassed?” Scaramouche repeated, his flustered expression increasing before attempting to retort once more, “D-Don’t make me lau—hAH♡♡ngmm..?!~”

As he feels your mouth latch on to the soft skin of neck, a mewl emits out of him. Sucking so gently yet firmly, this would for sure leave a mark. Still, you kept in mind to leave it somewhere less provocative—knowing Scaramouche, he'd complain about it the next day.

You pulled away shortly after, seeing the small red mark on his neck, “We're the only ones here, dearest,” you continued, coaxing the puppet out of the walls he built around himself.

The Balladeer's pride was slowly crumbling, your comforting presence mixed with your intimate gestures, and the way you nestled inside him.. archons, what did he do to deserve this?

His very existence had always been marred with abandonment, rejection, and betrayal.. yet here you were, making him feel accepted, cherished even. Just the thought of it brings him to tears.

“You’re so.. annoying..” He sniffled, his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his pride. His eyes darted away from your gaze, but despite his words, his actions betrayed him. His legs wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer, almost instinctively seeking more of your warmth.

With you settled deeper inside him, a sigh collectively escapes the both of you. “Let me hold your hand,” You murmur softly, lifting yourself just enough to free his arms from around your neck. Your fingers find his, intertwining gently as you guide his hands to yours.

Scaramouche's eyes flicker towards your hands, “Hnm.. you’re too gentle,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if the words themselves pained him to speak.

“You deserve it.”

“No..! I don't–”

Before Scaramouche could finish, your lips pressed firmly against his, silencing his protest. His breath hitched in surprise, his hands tightened around yours, trembling slightly as he kissed you back, hesitantly at first then with growing need.

As the two of you get lost in the kiss, your hips start to move again, languidly thrusting into him. The puppet's whimpers are muffled into the kiss—he gasps and you take the opportunity, entering his mouth with your tongue, exploring the warm cavern.

“Mmph..!♡ Hnmm..” His eyes are shut tight, tears spilling uncontrollably. Every movement you give him is slow and gentle, yet filled with intensity that makes him want more. It almost made him feel guilty, if it wasn't for the way your thumb caresses his hands, your bodies meeting each other in a tender dance.

Soon, you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of you. Scaramouche's eyes slowly opened and you instantly noticed how they've softened.

“Kuni, my good boy–”

“Don't call me that!” Scaramouche quickly cut you off, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment and frustration.

“But you are my good boy ♡,” You repeat while kissing his chest, the lingerie obstructing the sensation. A sigh escapes your lips as you rest your head on his chest, the absence of a heartbeat catching your attention.

“There's nothi–mm♡ngh! nothing.. for you to hear..” Scaramouche sobbed, his voice wavering with the weight of his emotions. How he wished he had a heartbeat for you to hear. If there ever was, he bet it would be racing faster than he could imagine.

You smile softly, guiding one of his hands to your chest. "Then I'll just share mine with yours ♡, " you murmur. His fingers press against your skin, feeling the steady thrum of your heart. It reminds him of enemies on the verge of their end, frantic and fearful. But with you, it felt different—grounding, safe.

Suddenly, a warmth poolrd in his stomach. Butterflies? No, this sensation was too familiar. "W-Wait... I think I'm going to..." The harbinger gasped, his breath hitching as your pace quickened, pushing him closer to the edge.

"Me too," you sighed, your voice now breathless. Scaramouche could feel your heartbeat racing against his hand, the rhythm matching the rising tension between you both as the two of you chased release.

“Cum with me, Kuni. ♡”

“Y-Yes.. hahn..♡♡ yes please..♡”

- I feel like the second you get married he'd talk about children

Childe

- he gets jealous pretty easily but doesn't do anything about it unless it's necessary

"Comrade, it seems you're making my partner uncomfortable. Please refrain from stepping over their boundaries or I will take things into my own hands."

He'd say with a smile and a slight chill to his voice while pulling you away from the person flirting with you.

- whenever you guys sat next to each other he would always sneak a hand on your thigh or just have subtle physical touch.

- when he has to be away from you for a long period of time he'd make sure to grab you some kind of treat or present.

- if you were working (it's up to you if you aren't) he'd try to be around your work building all day until lunch and then he'd visit you.

- at night he'd definitely cuddle you until you both fall asleep (not without a few neck kisses)

Wanderer / Kuni

- After you get married he'd probably carry you in his arms while flying to get to places, gotta go to the grocery store? He'll carry you. Work? He'll carry you.

- I feel like he'd think marriage is a stupid thing before he saw how happy you were talking about the future.

- I think when he'd get jealous he'd just cross his arms and huff out insults towards the person.

"what an imbecile, trying to court someone who is already courted.." he'd huff while watching you from behind, resting his chin against your shoulder to look over it.

- when you're away for longer than he'd like he starts making a tiny doll for you and little clothes for it so he can feel like he still has you around to be a 'nuisance' (to take care of)

- when you come back he'll almost squeeze you in a hug and he'll make sure to keep any evidence of the doll away until you're gone again, then when you leave again he'll continue to cuddle it at night and make sure it looks gorgeous like you.

Diluc

- After you two get married he'll probably like to keep it quiet, only his brother and the other knights know of. He'll definitely wear the ring though.

- he'd probably try to make you breakfast everyday before he goes to work,insisting he'd do it instead of the maids.

- I can imagine the only way he'd get jealous would be from his brother, even though he knows he's just naturally flirty it doesn't stop him from getting jealous and trying to subtly keep you away from him without being controlling. He'll still let you guys see each other since your friends but he'll try to keep the conversations short.

"idiot brother." He'd mumble under his breath as he gently held your waist. A frown painted on his face.

- when you come to his tavern/bar he'd always make sure to keep a watchful eye on you not trusting the drunkards that come through his tavern.

- every time you guys get in a fight I imagine he and you would both apologize at the same time, both with the same gifts almost comedically.

- at night he'd escort you safely from your work or other hobby.

- he loves to always have a hand on your waist or having his arm wrapped around yours.

- he'd always greet you with a kiss on the hand or cheek.

- he'd call you endearing nicknames when in private, "my love, darling, my ember"

(y'all Diluc might be my favorite character to write 😱😱)

Kaeya

- after you two get married I think he'd still flirt with you like you two just met.

"What's your name cutie, Or can I call you mine?" He'd say as he held your hand, you both were going grocery shopping.

- he'd always make sure to make you flustered but it's not hard to make him flustered either. Just a simple brush on the hand on his thigh and he's so flustered that he can't get up for a while.

- he'd take you drinking with him and would be extra flirty when he's drunk.

- he'd love to cuddle with you when he can.

(sorry I don't know much about him so I can't really write him.)

...

“yeah, right. how else would you know–!” scaramouche’s rebuttal was rudely interrupted when auntie nahida walked in, pulling him back by his shoulder. his body jerked, stumbling as his eyes narrowed.

the girl seemed to stifle a laugh.

stupid ass groupie, stupid aunt, stupid– 

auntie stepped before the both of them, separating them. from what it seems, she’s doing this to protect the girl rather than him, that’s interesting. something with his family and protecting the wrong people. “now, that’s enough, kunikuzushi. i told you that someone would tour you around, didn’t i?” 

his fists clenched, scaramouche pursed his lips into a thin line. he bit his tongue, what does he say in this situation? his aunt caught him being an ass, but she never said the guide would be a girl. doesn’t she know that he has an ongoing issue with those kinds of people? he shoved his fists into his jacket's pockets, walking a step forward, “i’m not as lonely as you think, auntie.” 

but it’s not like he has friends, maybe childe, but don’t tell him that. that ginger birdbrain's ego is already big. he noticed she stepped closer, the beach-fontaine girl. he took a half step back. 

auntie continued, scolding him like he was just a kid. he’s not five so she can spare him the lecture. if the note from his so-called mother was supposedly true:

kunizukushi, you will understand why i sent you to fontaine when you’re older or when you are more mature. be good. - mom mother

how come this “break” is reminding him of home? if he came here just to get lectured, he wouldve ditched the shitty airplane and stayed home for the rest of the summer. half of auntie’s lecture was muffled out, “...understand your situation with your mother…” 

as if. 

“...not an opening to throw an attitude… especially a person i asked to tour you to fontaine.” scaramouche scoffed. 

gosh, it’s sort of... awkward to see this unfold. well, name only had experienced a fair share of family fights. but in her defense, she saw them only through lyney and his family’s style. considering auntie and not the snezhevich family, it– for sure– is not a mutual destruction. she stood at the stairs, leaning on the railings and tried her best not to eavesdrop. 

it sucks that he’s such an asshole but looking at him now, his eyes seemed to droop down, averting his gaze to the floor. it’s like watching an owner chide their pitiful cat. she would feel so bad if he didn’t assume she was his fan.

idiot… who’s kind of cute if you squint. 

scaramouche scowled, crossing his arms, “i don’t need someone to tour me around. i’ve been here before.” he looked like an angry, little cat– hair sticking up and his back all hunched. she let out a small laugh, making scaramouche’s head snap in her direction.

oh shit. 

they made eye contact. she slapped her hands over her mouth. 

miss nahida’s eyes softened, lighting up. it was obvious that she was hiding a small laugh. it’s the fond, sweet voice nahida uses when she’s amused. “that’s when you were five, kuni.” 

okay, awkward for sure. maybe she should leave. 

ah, right, “kunikuzushi” even when he decided to make a new name for himself, abandon what his mother bestow upon him. it appeared that his mother didn’t give his aunt the heads up. hearing the name, every single syllable, felt strained, puncturing a million needles into his skin.

nothing wrong with the name, nothing wrong with auntie calling him by his family nickname, “kuni” but the memories of his mother abandoning him for mikoto left a sour taste on his tongue.

auntie snapped him out of his trance, their conversation now becoming clearer. “scaramouche, are you okay?” he felt at ease for a moment, making eye contact briefly with nahida. she continued, “okay, good. But you are aware that you were last here when you were five. it's been over ten years, and things have changed.”

scaramouche replied with a disgruntled hum. was auntie completely and absolutely right? yes. unfortunately, she was. would he admit that he was at fault? hell no!

leaning onto the railing, he stayed put with his firm albeit stubborn behavior. crossing his arms, being passive aggressive as possible, “i think i could handle seeing this city by myself, auntie. i’m not a little kid.” 

the words rolled off his tongue uncomfortably. it was a tad more condescending than intended, feeling the bitter taste in his gums, each word dragged out sharply. he grimaced, i could have worded it better. well, not that it matters, what is said is done. 

thankfully, auntie nahida is on the lenient side as she chuckled lightly. it must have been a good laugh considering how her hand rested on her stomach to keep herself from hunching over. “i never insinuate that you are. i know you’re not the same little boy i once knew, growing up and learning how to adult…” scaramouche bit his tongue from wincing–

the phrase “to adult” or “adulting” is sickening. dancing and frolicking around just to say grow up or learning to become an adult in a terrible way.

“isn’t that why you’re rebelling against your mother, aren’t you?” 

auntie guided him down the stairs where the girl– “name” – was at. he’d deal with her later. it felt like he was still getting treated like a child, each step was cementing the idea that this is truly a walk of shame. truthfully, he knew she didn’t mean to sound harsh, auntie nahida was always a soft spoken lady just with blunt edges. “i know your mother very well and i’m aware that she could be a little bit… much. but i know whatever she has told you in the arguments the two of you would have aren’t true. well, you know, your mother hasn’t been the same since…” 

scaramouche stiffened, knowing why his once gentle, loving though stoic mother he knew was replaced within a day. she became a husk of herself, a distant figure that speaks to him when there’s an obligation not a mother-like need. her walls of ice hardly melting down only fitting two in her heart, leaving him alone; abandoning him to fit mikoto. even though his mother is the ceo of shogun corporations, she wasn’t the sole owner, it was also his aunt– his mother’s one and only blood relation, her twin sister. aunt makoto was the face of the company whilst his mother worked in the shadows, completing tasks makoto was unable to. so when she died, so did his mother. 

“...when aunt makoto died.” he finished her sentence, noticing from the corner of his eye, she flinched a little. scaramouche refused to use an euphemism to avoid the truth, turning to a web of lies to conceal something that actually happened is worse than not telling the truth at all. 

she agreed, nodding her head, “yes, exactly. i’m not sure why your mother wanted to send you off here–” what a lie. “– but it’s summer, scaramouche.” she shook his shoulders, making him feel like a ragdoll. “have some fun, make new friends and ignore your responsibilities, it’s not like you have any obligations while you’re here.” nahida assured him, attempting to coax her teenage nephew.  

she’s inviting him to slack off? what a huge joke. if his mother wanted him to slack off, she would send him to a military school and hope he comes back “normal”. but scaramouche picked up from nahida’s reassuring tone, a hint of hesitation. she knew that he knows that she’s lying about the reason why he’s here. 

he turned to her, narrowing his eyes. he attempted to analyze her face for any tells that scaramouche could pry out to aim for why she’s lying. alas, much to his disappointment, there was none. well, at least none he could find on the very first day. if scaramouche remembered what his mother told him the day before, one of his so-called duties, which Aunt Nahida insisted on ignoring, was to assist her with whatever she needed. 

speaking of that girl, he looked around. the front yard was empty. well, no one but him and nahida was there.

weird. 

“so that girl wasn’t a stalker?” scaramouche blurted his thoughts out loud, his eyes focused on where she stood. at least, she looked somewhat decent. nahida noticed his gaze, eventually turning back to the front door, letting out a laugh. “no, not at all. she’s a local who i asked to help you out.” 

oh.

so, she wasn’t lying.