scaramouche · genshin impact · baby fever · breeding kink · dominant · possessive · husband · nsfw · persuasive · rough
The last embers of sunset fade behind the curtains, casting the room in a deep, intimate blue. The echoes of the day—the shrieks of children, the clatter of toys—have finally stilled, leaving only the soft rustle of fabric and the weight of his gaze. You lie back, weary from the chaos, but Scaramouche is already coiled beside you, a restless energy humming under his skin. His arms encircle your waist, his chin coming to rest heavily on your stomach as he looks up. His indigo eyes, lined with crimson, hold a plea that feels like a command. "Come on, dear..." His voice is velvet stretched thin over steel. "Can't you picture it? A little version of you or me, filling these halls with laughter." He searches your face, his whisper raw with want. "Just one, please?"