scaraling

[scaraling]

Hello and I hope you have a great day❤️

Can u do where scara used to be bullied by reader and her friends in highschool and he does his best to put his past as a complete loser behind him but however one day he discovers that his newest tutee is his ex bully (reader) and she starts torturing scara again as per usual and she realizes there are some things that scara can teach her but they're gonna find it the hard way

note: This request was inspired by the manga "Learning the hard way - ILJINNYEO" if you don't seem to understand this request since it's a bit confusing 🥲🥲

Thank you 😊 and I love your writings!!!❤️💓

Extra Lessons

AFAB! Bully! Reader x Tutor! Scaramouche

CW: University AU, smut, blackmail, bullying, teasing, oral (fem receiving), reader still lives at home with mom, virginity loss on both sides?, unprotected

He never thought he'd have to see you again. And he definitely didn't expect a reunion to lead to this.

A/N: I read the first 3 chapters of the manga and it's wild right off the bat I must say... Roughly following the same plot but changed a few things to not make it entirely the same.

Angst request is up next, maybe I'll have it done by tomorrow...

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Finally going to university Scaramouche was determined to leave his past behind him and start fresh with new goals.

In highschool he was always bullied, degraded, shoved around and made fun of but even then he kept his grades high, landing him in a top university.

Tonight he's meeting one of his new tutees, knocking on the door of a nice house, a woman with a kind smile opening it.

He thought he finally had peace, keeping his distance from other students, not wanting to really make friends but occasionally tutoring for some extra spending money from time to time.

For two years that has been his life, the horror of his loser days finally a distant memory.

Not much of a party fan he decides to spend today's evening tutoring instead of attending some university welcome party for the new students that's being held today, he has no interest in being swarmed in a crowd full of potential drunk individuals.

It's just not his thing, he'd rather chew a mouth full of needles than having to surround himself with obnoxious loud people and blinking lights.

"You must be the tutor...come in, I'll go get my daughter."

Sitting on one of the couches of the well decorated living room he can't help but be curious, looking around only too freeze when his gaze falls on the framed family picture. A picture with you in it.

One of his highschool bullies. And the realization hits him fast as he hears some arguing upstairs.

Before he can explain to the mother he can't tutor her daughter she already stands before him with you behind her, your face equally horrified when you see him.

Your mother quickly introduces you before excusing herself, leaving the house, going to meet up with some friends.

There's no doubt it's you, one of the girls from his former class that made the past few years of his life a loving nightmare.

Both of you stand in awkward silence before you put on your usual act, sneering at him.

"What, you tutor now? Think you're so smart and good? You've never stopped being a loser I see." The laugh sounding from your lips is as condescending and mocking as always.

"You're one to talk, needing tutoring already. What are you, stupid?" Quickly shutting his mouth he doesn't know when he learned to backtalk, your glare burning into his being.

"You got some balls... My parents just want to make sure I understand the new material!" You defend yourself, flopping down on the couch across from him.

"Yeah right." Crossing his arms he stares at you, narrowed eyes looking right into your own.

"Finally grew a backbone? Back then you were never able to even look any of us in the eyes. You even got rid of those ugly glasses." The smirk on your face hasn't changed a bit.

In fact as you scroll through your phone it gets even wider, he can feel his heart dropping in his chest as you show the screen to him.

"Remember this?" On the little device he can see a photo of himself kneeling, head down, an obvious tent in his pants, looking all kinds of pathetic as his bullies surround him.

Lunging from the couch he tries to grab the phone but you quickly pull it back, giggling.

"Delete that! Right now! Why do you still have that!?" During his time at university he has completely forgotten about the existence of that picture.

"Now, now... You don't get to talk back to me in my own home. You wouldn't want me to spread this around, do you?" Knowing you he has no doubt you'd act on your threat.

"...No." His confident voice fades to a weak whisper, sitting back down his hands clench the fabric of his pants between his fingers.

"Please don't."

"That's what I thought. Then kneel and apologize for hurting my fragile feelings."

Gritting his teeth he hesitates, fighting with his pride before dropping off the cushioned sofa, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"...I'm sorry." Words full of venom he looks down, feeling like he's back in highschool all over.

"Hm...An apology is not enough, you have wounded me deeply." Sliding off onto the ground yourself you place one of your knees right between his legs, against his crotch.

"HEY-" his body is rigid as he feels you moving it around, stimulating him through his pants, pulling them open with your fingers.

"You were always so easy to get up. Come on, show me what you got."

But you didn't expect to be greeted with such a sight, even just trough the outline of his purple boxers you can tell he's absolutely huge.

Your thoughts are running a mile while you stare at it, his entire body trembling, twitching, eyes clenched shut from embarrassment and pleasure.

What nobody really knows is that you have never slept with someone before, have never had sex. You're completely inexperienced when it comes to this kind of thing despite your teasing. The most experience you have is getting yourself off with your vibrator.

Friends always talk about how good their boyfriend is in bed, how it feels amazing to be eaten out, to have the real thing inside.

Thinking for a moment you lick your lips, an idea coming to mind.

"Let's make a deal. You want that picture gone, right?" Tone deep you make him look at you, his face flushed.

Blinking in confusion he nods after a moment of silence.

"Yes... I'd do anything to get rid of it..." He's quiet, feeling small.

"Anything? Well..." Hopping back onto the soft cushions you spread your legs a little.

"Eat me out."

His mouth drops open, staring at you like you've grown a second head, trying to figure out if you're serious. Knowing he needs a little more encouragement you wave the screen around, photo still visible.

Even if you're the embodiment of his worst nightmares he can't deny he's absolutely turned on right now, breath coming out in short huffs like he just ran a marathon.

Never having done something like this he'd be lying if he says he isn't intrigued.

"Fine. I'll do it." Shuffling closer he pulls off your pants and underwear in one go, grabbing your thighs and taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart before slotting himself in front of your cunt, licking up a strip between your folds without warning.

The feeling is odd, making you try to clench your legs shut on instinct, only stopped by his firm hold on them, a squeak escaping you.

That's when he realizes this is your first time too.

For him it's like he just found the source of godly nectar, burying his tongue completely in your pussy, teasing your entrance, flicking it across your clit without mercy.

Your fingers find his hair, gripping it tight, trying to squirm away from the pleasure but he's having none of it, holding you in place, making you take everything he gives you.

He's enjoying the power he has over you, speeding up only to slow down when your moans and pants rise in octaves.

Licking and sucking like a man dying of thirst he teases you until you can't take it anymore, the feeling too much, too good to hold back as you gush all over his lower face, shaking violently as your body falls back against the sofa.

Seeing you like this, lips parted, face flushed his remaining patience snaps as he pounces on you, tackling you down on the soft surface and hovering above you.

"If you don't let me put it in I swear to God...I'm going to lose it." His eyes are full of pent up desire, looking down at you like he owns you and wiping his lips.

"You're lucky I'm not satisfied yet..." Pulling at his boxers you fish him out, pressing him against your soaked pussy.

Without hesitation he thrusts in, leaving you gasping at how deep he reaches, trembling beneath him as he slowly drags himself out only to push right back in.

Sinful noises escape you as he pounds inside over and over, pulling your shirt up over your chest, exposing you even more to him.

"Not even wearing a bra...how shameless you truly are."

He can't help himself, speeding up even more as he brings a hand to your tits, squeezing, watching them bounce with every movement, every snap of his hips.

The image of you, the person who made his school life miserable, taking all of him helplessly is enough to make him want to cum, feeling you hot and wet around his cock, absolutely ruining you.

Both of you are in complete bliss, feeling nothing but pleasure, unable to stop.

Pressing you down, his body against yours he cums without warning, painting your insides white as you clench around him, following after him almost immediately.

Panting he takes your still unlocked phone, pressing delete on the picture himself.

Maybe he does have a thing or two to teach you after all.

[scaraling]

Cat hybrid/Scaramouche and Dog hybrid/Reader. Scarmouche is rather distant towards dogs, but the reader constantly teases him and eventually gets tired of it.

:3

Loving tease

AFAB! Dog hybrid! Reader x Cat hybrid! Scaramouche

CW: lighthearted fluff before smut, lighthearted teasing and bantering, pet names (puppy, kitty respectively), grinding, frustrated and pent up Scara, praise

After enduring your constant teasing he finally has enough.

A/N: I'm assuming you wanted smut, but I also included some lighthearted teasing beforehand

This was a challenge, I've never written hybrids before.

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Everyone knows.

Everyone knows not to underestimate Scaramouche, despite the soft cat ears perched on top of his head and the tail swishing behind him.

The epitome of elegance but still deadly and merciless, ruthless on anyone who dares treat him like some simple kitten.

Anyone but you. Somehow he's wary of you. Especially seeing how you're a dog hybrid, tail almost always wagging. Usually he keeps his distance from hybrids like you, the typical cat and dog cliche.

But he can't when you're always searching him out.

You constantly tease him and he hates it, sneaking up on him and pinching his ears, slightly tugging or caressing his tail, hell even just with words, cooing how cute he is but jumping back before he can swat or scratch you.

All he can do is glare deathly at you, at least he tries to. His blushing and flustered face makes it hard to take him seriously, you get under his skin like no one else does.

And you always get away before he can do anything about it, giggling.

This has been going on for years and he's getting tired of it. Tired of the teasing, of being on the receiving end of it. It's time for revenge.

Sitting on top of a tree branch he waits for you to appear like you always do, staying out of your sight, ready to pounce.

Eyes lock onto you the moment you arrive, pupils dilating before he jumps on, tackling you to the floor.

"Caught you, puppy." Smirking triumphantly he pins you to the grass, starting to squeeze and prod at your cheeks like you've done to him many times, sharp canine teeth nipping at your sensitive ears, making you whine in embarrassment.

"How does it feel, huh? Having the tables turned on you?" His voice is mocking, teasing you as your face starts to flush a beautiful red.

Looking at you like this he's starting to understand why you love teasing him so much, it's an addicting view.

"How cute."

Eventually he lets you go, disappearing just like you always do.

Starting that day it becomes an unspoken competition between the two of you, always trying to catch the other off guard.

But today he had an especially irritating day, just wanting to lay down in his room and relax.

You have other plans of course, surprising him in the hallway, tugging at his tail gently as he passes your hidingspot, only to pause when you hear him growl threateningly. He never does that, always having tolerated you.

Grabbing your wrist he roughly drags you into his chamber and basically throwing you onto the bed before crawling on top of you, caging you in, his ear flat against his head with a look of annoyance on his face.

"You don't know when to back off, do you puppy?" Snarling he sees your ears drop a little, reaching up a hand and rubbing one between his fingers.

"Maybe I need to teach you some manners."

Teeth dig into the skin of your neck, making you squirm beneath him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-" trying to reason with him only makes him bite harder, making you whimper slightly, shutting you up.

A hand slides below your shirt, feeling around your body like he's trying to memorize every curve, claiming unknown territory.

Starring at your flustered face for a moment he can feel his patience snapping, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss he fully dominates, hand reaching your chest, squeezing.

His hips rut against your, grinding his growing bulge between your legs, getting needier by the second.

Breaking the kiss both of you are left panting, feeling defiant now your fingers find the base of his tail, wrapping your hand around it.

"You little-" Groaning his sentence is cut short, that area especially sensitive.

"You're going to regret this."

In a flash he basically rips your pants off, throwing them off somewhere, panties soon following, letting your folds soak on the fabric of his own pants, still moving against you.

Arm wrap around you pulling you close to him, head getting buried in your neck, quiet little mewls leaving him now.

"Think you can handle me?" His soft tail wraps itself around your thigh, trying to keep you close as you nod shyly.

"Good. Good girl." You're rewarded with him sucking on your skin before kitten licking at the inflamed skin, hands working to get you out of the rest of your clothes before pulling his own shirt off, not even caring you're very clearly staring.

Feeling you absentmindedly run your digits across his spine he shivers, hastily getting out of his pants, looking down at you.

Leaning back over you he caresses one of your thighs, running teasing lines up across the inside, towards your seeping cunt only to stop right before it, teasing you.

Whines escape you, shuffling around with need and desperation now.

He debates for a moment if he should just give you what you want or if he should tease you some more as payback for all those years of mischief but seeing how wet you already are he decides to have mercy.

Not before taking his time playing some more with your chest though, pinching and kneading, cock gliding through your bare folds now.

Pushing his tip against your pussy his eyes lock with yours as he enters you, completely sheathing himself inside in one single move, your back arching off the mattress a little, gripping onto his arms tightly as you adjust, little droplets pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Easy there, relax..." Wiping the tears away he runs his thumbs over your cheeks, waiting for you to get used to the sudden intrusion, chest heaving up and down.

His pace is slow when you give him the okay to move, slowly turning animalistic as if he was in heat, rutting into you.

Grabbing your hips he angles them up, reaching even deeper, making you feel dizzy with pleasure and bliss.

He starts licking at your chest, rolling your nipple between his teeth, your head falling back, gasp slipping past your lips.

Drumming a thumb against your clit he can feel your walls fluttering around his dick, encouraging him to pound into you even faster until you're trembling around him, gushing as an almost pitiful sound comes from your throat.

Ears twitch back and forth on top of his head, reaching up in the haze of afterglow you caress them, ripping his orgasm from him in seconds.

Collapsing on you he catches his breath, lovingly licking at your neck, face, cheeks, like a kitten.

Maybe you should piss him off to the point of irritation more often.

[scaraling]

Hiiii! I love your writings and I hope you're doing well like really well ❤️❤️🤩

Thank you!! I'm doing well, just tired from working 🥹

I'm trying my best to keep up with requests but I'm falling a bit behind since I get home late most days...

[scaraling]

HIII!! I absolutely love your writings and I hope you're doing well💗💗🤩

Can I request dom scara and reader where they are in public and reader has a v!brator inside her and scara controls it while they're in public🫢🫢🫠

Thank you!! 😁 hearts for you!! <3 ❤️💘💖💓

Discreet

AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche

CW: pure smut, remote controlled v!brator, teasing, edg!ng/den!al, public setting, Scara is a little shit, he's absolutely on a power trip, praise, slight overstimulation

Giving him this much power is asking for trouble, especially when he drags you into a restaurant.

A/N: literally rubbed my hands together when I got this request, jumped right into smut

I have more in my inbox I'll try to write soon but I'm really tired at the moment, work is killing me

Also I'm just assuming that v!brators exist in Teyvat considering the tech they have.

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You don't know what has gotten into you to agree to this, to give him so much power over you.

The two of you are currently walking through the busy streets of Inazuma, running errands, passing many people as you cling to his arm, hands clenching and unclenching.

Anyone seeing you would just assume you're fidgety, nervous while walking around with the 6th harbinger because who wouldn't be?

Most would never suspect the real reason behind your wobbly legs and flustered face, they don't see him play around with something in his pocket, his smirk wider than usual.

Something so small yet so significant to you right now, a little remote.

Connected to the vibrator currently happily humming on the lowest level inside your pussy.

Talking is impossible for you, too scared a sound will slip, constantly biting your tongue.

Scaramouche is having the time of his life, gazing over at you.

"Can't even handle this?" His voice is mocking, teasing, poking fun at you.

Reflexively you open your mouth to protest only for a chocked gasp to escape your throat as he suddenly turns the intensity up, the vibration against your inner walls getting stronger.

A few people turn their heads towards you but brush the sight of you desperately holding onto him off, assuming you tripped or something.

"Aww, what's the matter?" He coos innocently, acting concerned as if he isn't the whole reason for your dilemma, his smug face betraying his show.

Oh, he's not going to go easy on you...

And he truly doesn't, dragging you from store to store, playing with the settings whenever the employee asks you a question and waits for an answer, making sure your voice is unsteady, barely squeaking.

Some people are concerned that you're sick, looking at your red face, eyes almost teary.

Sometimes he leaves you standing at a stall all alone, on your shaky legs, excusing himself to check on other things, your panties soaked and clinging to your clit and cunt as you're forced to shop on your own, barely able to concentrate.

Once he even turned it from the lowest level to the highest without warning, causing you to have to support yourself on the counter, laughing the sellers judging eyes off as you say your leg just started cramping.

Finally finishing shopping you think you can relax and breathe but of course he has other plans, dragging you towards a restaurant even as you shake your head.

Sitting you down across from him it almost seems like you're sinking into the chair, trying to disappear under the tablecloth.

Of course he makes you order yourself, adjusting the level up and down as you try to speak.

When your water arrives you try taking a sip with trembling hands, almost spilling it across the table.

First few sips feel cool against your throat, only to suddenly choke as he once again puts the vibrator to the highest setting before putting both of his hands folded on the table.

You're squirming in your seat, looking confused before it dawns on you, his eyes staring at you with an evil glint.

"No..." You croak out almost pleading.

"Yes." Is all he says, leaning back and watching you.

He's seriously going to let you endure the highest speed through the entirety of this dinner.

The food is placed in front of you but you can barely focus on it, your breath fast, chest heaving up and down as you stuff tiny portions into your mouth.

At this point you're almost afraid people can hear the sound of the machine vibrating inside of you.

Having been teased the whole day it's of no surprise the knot of climax forms quickly, grasping at the white cloth of the table.

But he doesn't make it that easy for you. No no no.

Vibrations suddenly decrease, ripping the build up away from you, the stimulation not enough.

Teeth dig into your lower lip as you look at him, begging with glazed orbs.

"Please..." A whisper, almost drowned out in the noise of the dishes clanking in the background.

"Finish your food." Said with absolute certainty, it's a demand, not a suggestion.

The sight of your barely touched plate makes you swallow as you pick the fork back up.

His edging doesn't stop, the whole time you're eating he dials up the vibrating sensations only to rip them away when he can tell you're getting close.

Your utensils basically fall from your fingers onto the table as you finally take the last bite, it's all too much now.

"Good girl." A simple comment, innocent smile gracing his lips, your grip finding the glass of water again, holding it so tight it might shatter as you feel that knot once again, praying he'll have mercy and finally let you cum.

So he does, his stare on you as you lean forward over the table, hair falling into your face as your lips part in a silent gasp, gushing around the torturous machinery, underwear completely drenched, body twitching.

Server looking confused asks if everything is alright, you're too out of it to even hear him, the balladeer blaming the alcohol before getting up, carefully pulling you from your seat, an arm around your waist to steady you

Looking at the table the waiter is even more thrown off seeing the glass of only water on your side of the table, cloth completely disheveled.

Leaving the restaurant he doesn't even have the decency to turn the damn thing off, letting it buzz inside of you until the point of overstimulation until you're home.

[scaraling]

I love your writing, I hope you’re doing well!!

Nerdy emo Scaramouche x Popular cheerleader reader and scara is lowk obsessive over reader and stalks and slowly wedges himself into reader’s life and takes her virginity:3

Radiance

AFAB! Popular! Cheerleader! Reader x Nerdy! Emo! Scaramouche

CW: college AU, stalking, obsessive behavior, stealing, yandere?, smut, virginity loss, fingering, hickeys, praise

You're a radiant light so he's going to act as your shadow.

A/N: I always get happy when people compliment my writing

I made reader kind, not the typical popular bully type, I hope that's fine

I have another request I'll start working on soon but I don't have much time at the moment so please be patient with me.

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Invisible. That's how Scaramouche feels, going through the motions of his everyday college life, focusing on his studies and hobbies.

Nobody really pays attention to him, occasionally throwing the word "emo" at him like it's an insult but he couldn't care less. After all he is constantly dressed in oversized black clothes, septum, lip and tongue pierced.

You're the complete opposite of him. Popular, a confident radiant beauty of the cheer team with warm kindness that draws people in like moths to a flame. Still, you stay humble but oblivious, the flirting and compliments people throw at you completely going over your head.

Don't think you'll let yourself be taken advantage of though.

At first he didn't like you, your light almost blinding to him, too obnoxious. He's convinced you're faking it all, trying to avoid you but you just keep running into him over and over and OVER. Always greeting him with a warm smile, somehow knowing his name.

Slowly he realizes that that's how you are, a genuine care within you. So he tolerates you.

Until he sees you cheer at a game he was forced to attend, watching your steady and flawless moves with a gaze that's locked on you and you only, everything else ceasing to exist in his mind.

His sudden obsession starts small, occasionally checking your socials to see what you're up to.

But then he starts attending every game just to watch you perform, to see you.

Checking your profile every few days turns to obsessively scrolling through it every single day, refreshing it constantly to see if you posted anything new. By now he basically has it memorized, getting incredibly jealous whenever he sees a photo of you with some other guy.

Following you on Instagram is his first move to wriggle his way into your life, almost spitting out the drink he was sipping on when he gets the notification that you followed him back.

Walking through the hallways he now looks forward to your greetings, sheepishly greeting you back.

Soon seeing you in the halls and stalking you online isn't enough, so he sneaks into your changing room, stealing little trinkets from your bag.

An eraser, a lip balm, a hairclip... Small things you can write off as having lost or dropped somewhere.

Even that doesn't satisfy him. Following you to your dorm after a match he watches you through the windows, sitting in a tree outside, his eyes on you as you sleep.

The next step is intentionally changing his classes, attending the same courses as you. By a stroke of luck he gets seated right next to her, almost having an aneurysm when he sits down the first time, heart beating incredibly fast, palms sweaty with you smiling oh so sweetly at him.

As the days pass you and him engage in conversation, he's absolutely delighted when he finds out your favorite show is the same as his.

It's like a dam broke, having him rant about it like an excited little child while you just listen with a content smile until he realizes what he's doing, pausing and flushing red, adjusting his glasses.

Learning about your favorite video game he binges it to have something to talk about with you, buttering you up even more.

The two of you get closer and closer everyday, even exchanging numbers and meeting up outside of class.

He has successfully forced his way into your life and you accepted it with open arms.

Hanging out at the mall his gaze keeps falling towards the one shop he frequents, full of purely black clothes.

You notice of course, dragging him into it and insisting to look around. Instead of judging you seem to actually be interested in his interests, even of others would call them nerdy.

Back at your dorm he's surprised when he realizes you've bought something at that store, telling him to stay put as you try it on.

Seeing you, the bright cheerleader, in a full black outfit made of a black loose shirt, a skirt and fishnets he needs to grab a pillow and place it over his lap to hide his sudden raging boner.

You're a little confused but sit next to him on your bed talking about anything your mind comes to, not even noticing that he's shuffling closer and closer, breathing down your neck until you look at him, realizing his face is only a few inches from yours.

Flustered you try to pull away in shock but his hand moves to your waist, keeping you in place while he stares into your eyes.

Fidgeting with your shirt you feel like you're about to burst as he suddenly leans in even closer, giving you all the room and time to stop him out shout at him but you don't, letting him place his lips over yours.

The kiss starts slow, gentle, soon turning heated, hungry as he pushes you down on your mattress, pressing you into it, climbing on top of you.

Latching off only when air was needed the sound of panting can be heard from the both of you.

His fingers wander, sneaking under your shirt, squeezing, kneading, intention very clear but it doesn't take long until he notices your incredibly red face, pausing to stare at you.

Here you are, the confident, popular girl, laying below him absolutely flustered and unsure, his mind is working overtime until it clicks.

"Wait...is this your first time doing stuff like this?"

Question hanging in the air you squirm, throat dry as you nod shyly, confirming his suspicion.

On the outside he's smirking like a predator that just found its prey but on the inside he's going absolutely feral with the thought of being your first.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful..." Taking your chin he makes you look up at him, his tone teasing and mocking, crashing his lips back to yours.

Now, he doesn't want your first experience to be a painful one so he has to make sure you're prepared and comfortable, pressing against sensitive spots to get you worked up.

He bites at your neck, leaving hickey's, to him a mark of ownership. Digits find their way under your skirt, ripping at the seams of the fishnets, a protest coming from you.

"Come on I just bought those..." You pout, quickly jolting as you feel his index and middle finger pressing against your clothed entrance, the fabric starting to soak.

"I can buy you new ones. But can't promise I won't rip them apart too, I like them better like this anyways." His tongue licks across the inflamed skin, his piercing dragging across it in a surprising soothing motion as his fingers wriggle your panties to the side, sliding through your wet folds making you shiver.

Trying to cover your face you bring a hand up to it but Scaramouche isn't having it, pinning it down immediately.

"Don't hide from me..." Voice soft and honest his index finger pushes inside of you, your body freezing at the new intrusion.

Giving you a moment to adjust he starts moving it in and out the moment he sees you relax, soon adding a second one, scissoring them around to get you nice and ready.

Your breaths are short, coming out in puffs and small mewls, almost whining as his hand leaves your puffy cunt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down instead.

Eyes watch your surprised and shocked reaction, not seeing a hint of hesitation but seeing excitement instead.

Lining himself up with your weeping pussy he stares down at you, taking in your appearance before slowly pushing in, inch by inch, feeling your hands fly to his shoulders, digging your nails in.

Fully inside he doesn't dare move until you give the okay.

He can't believe he just took you virginity, still trying to wrap his head around it.

Wrapping your arms and legs around him you tell him to go on, his pace slow, careful, pleasant, a shiver running down your spine as your eyes clench shut from the foreign feeling.

Minute by minute he speeds up just a little bit, thrusting into you while placing kisses across your face, loosing himself a little.

"You're doing so good for me." Praising you he can tell it's affecting you, his mind noting it down for future references.

One hand disappears under your shirt, under your bra, playing with your nipples, tugging, twisting.

Everything feels way too good, your moans rising in volume, not caring if anyone heard through the thin walls.

Given it's your first time it doesn't take long for a weird feeling to build up inside of you, snapping before you can even voice your thoughts.

It's overwhelming, shaking you to your core as you tighten your embrace around him, legs locking around his waist as pure pleasure runs over you.

"That's it, just let go and let yourself feel good."

Your sounds are so sweet, the feeling of you coming undone around him soon sends him into bliss after you, burying his face in your shoulder.

Pulling out he doesn't let go of you, just moving to lay down beside you, holding you close as you nuzzle close to him, spent.

Grabbing the blanket he pulls it over you both, cocooning you in together with him, stroking your hair as your head rests against him.

You're the sunshine of this godforsaken college while he'll stay your shade, only yours.

[scaraling]

Hello!! I love your writings it's so entertaining!!🌹🌹💋 can u do NERD scara x bully reader like when reader bullies him and also readers friend but when one time they're alone together yk

Thanks and have a great day and take care of yourself!!🥰🫂

Unexpected closeness

AFAB! Bully! Reader x Nerdy Scaramouche

CW: college AU, fluff and smut, Scara is bit pathetic, bullying, slight degrading towards reader (gets called a slut once and embraces it), semi public sex (empty classroom)

Never would he have thought he'd get close to you of all people.

A/N: I hope I understood this request right...

I might have went overboard with it. Still feel like this isn't my best one but I think that about all my stories

Also I do not know what college is like, I'm not American. Please don't come for my head if anything is wrong here. Everyone take care.

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College is not for the weak.

One would think that bullying and teasing stop after highschool but no. Not for someone as nerdy as Scaramouche.

Your friend group especially has it out for him. Always shoving him around, spilling their water on him, insulting him, throwing his books around.

You're the gentlest out of all of them, your pushes don't have any actual strength behind it, always careful to not knock off and damage his glasses.

No, your power is the venomous words you spit at him, calling him a loser, pathetic, a freak, laughing at him, about his hobbies, talking about the embarrassing stuff he must have at home.

To anyone witnessing these scenes you're a cruel monster.

He can't help but wonder how you turned out like this. His once sweet childhood friend, stabbing him in the back like this over and over.

Today you're sitting alone in the library, trying to study for an upcoming exam, none of your usual friends in sight.

The library is full when Scaramouche walks in, the only available seat next to you. Great. Just his luck.

For a moment he considers just turning around and leaving again but taking a deep breath he decides to just sit down, not knowing himself what has gotten into him.

Surprisingly you keep your mouth shut, only glancing over at him for a second.

It's incredibly awkward. Trying to focus on studying you get stuck on one of the questions, not being able to find the correct solution.

Being the nosy brat he is he looks over, seeing your eyebrows furrowed, his attention then on the problem.

"You're doing it all wrong." Muttering he almost immediately regrets those words, freezing.

"What was that, huh?" You snarl, glaring at him.

"I-I mean...here...this is how you're supposed to solve it..." He stutters before showing you the right way to solve it with shakey hands, surprised you're actually paying attention instead of brushing him off or pushing him off the chair.

"Hm...not bad, freak. Thanks." Voice quiet it doesn't hold the usual confidence.

Blinking in shook he goes back to his own books, pushing his glasses back into the position they slipped from, the library gradually emptying. Despite that he stays seated beside you.

Occasionally you ask him for help when you're stuck, at first demanding but slowly your tone gets softer.

Soon enough you both have to leave, the doors closing and locking for today.

After that day he notices something.

Whenever your friends bully him you're less and less involved until you're off to the side, not participating in it anymore at all, looking away.

The next time he tries to study there's plenty of seats available but you wave him over, insisting he sits with you. It becomes a weird routine.

Both of you become...friends. Sort of.

You even once visit him at his dorm, slowly distancing yourself from your old friends but keeping your friendship hidden.

Scaramouche is afraid it makes you a target alongside him but you shut that down quickly, absolutely insulting them when they try to tease you about never being around anymore, targeting their deepest insecurities.

But something has been building up inside of him, from the first day you started bullying him.

Hanging out more and more you become close, you still have your attitude but you're working on it despite still insulting him.

Currently you're both sitting in an empty classroom, you're typing away on your phone while he tries desperately to pull your attention back to the exam questions he's trying to explain to you but all he gets is little hums of acknowledgement, making it clear you're not paying attention.

Having enough he leans over you, snatching the phone away from your hands, your words of protest dying in your throat when you realize how close his face is to yours when you look up.

He stares into your eyes, almost like he's searching for something, leaning even closer, minty breath hitting your face.

Without warning his lips crash onto yours, your eyes widening as he presses you back into the chair. Heated, desperate, it's a borderline make out session.

His hands sneak under your shirt, caressing your sides while sneaking his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours.

Lifting you out of the chair he makes you wrap your legs around him, carrying you and laying you down on the table, pushing books and notes out of the way.

Latching off your mouth he quickly starts attacking your neck with nips and bites, leaving hickey's, your own fingers burying in his hair with a tight grip causing him to groan against your skin.

You don't know what has gotten into you as you let him push up your shirt, bra visible as he toys with the edge of it before slipping a palm under the lacy fabric.

"You dress like a slut." A simple statement, a smirk spreading across his face that falters a little when he feels you moving against his crotch.

"Treat me like one then." Challenging your legs pull him closer to you, pressing his growing bulge against your covered cunt.

"Gladly." Brushing his fingers across your thigh he lets them slither under your skirt, dragging them across the inside until you're squirming.

Only then he drags them across your soaking panties, feeling them cling to your pussy.

"Already wet from just a little attention." Drunk on the power he has over you now he can't help but mock you a little, make fun of you.

Pulling the soaking fabric to the side he soon unzips his pants, letting his cock out of it's confines, watching your shocked face.

"What, didn't think someone like me had a size like this?" Licking his lips he pushes the tip against your entrance, looking at you for any sign of hesitance but your legs just pull him closer.

Thrusting inside in one quick move, a moment for you to adjust to the sudden intrusion, his pace is merciless, pounding into you like a feral animal, hearing you pant.

Shushing you by placing a hand over your mouth he whispers into your ear. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear and come to check, would we?"

Your bra follows your shirts route, getting pushed up, exposing your tits to him.

Digits immediately find the soft flesh, pinching and tugging at one of your nipples, your face reddening and tears stinging the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

Table creaking and screeching against the floor he leans down, capturing your lips in another dominating kiss, swallowing any possible moans while his now free hand wanders down your side towards your ass, giving it a little squeeze before continuing it's journey to your clit.

Wrapping your arms around him you suddenly freeze up, cumming around his length, making him moan against your mouth and spill inside of you.

Both of you stay like that for a moment, panting before he pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants, grabbing some tissues and cleaning you up as best as he can before helping you fix your wrinkled clothes.

Your gaze falls on him, his hair is a mess, his glasses are sitting crooked on his bushy face, lips still glistening and swollen but a confident grin on his features.

Anyone who sees him will know exactly what happened.

Outside the window the sun has started to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and purple, it's time to retreat for the day.

"We should do this more often." That comment from him alone has you a flustered mess, panties still sticky as you return to your dorm for the night.

Who knew a nerd could be so rough but good at something like this?

[scaraling]

I've written a lot these past two weeks, almost every single day at this point but please don't expect this to be the norm.

I was on vacation but will be returning to work starting Monday and won't have as much time to write 🥹

[scaraling]

Haiii!! I really love your writing and I hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹

I just want to see Scaramouche all soft and needy after just waking up and then filling reader because he had a dream about them having kids 🥹🙂‍↕️

Dream future

AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche

CW: soft needy Scara, smut, can this be considered breeding kink?, mention of getting reader pregnant, unprotected sex, creampie?

After waking up he wants to make his dream future a reality.

A/N: I'm doing well thank you!

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A silent morning, only the occasional bird singing breaking through the quietness accompanied by rustling leaves of the wind.

The bright light of a new day slowly starts to seep through the window, stirring him awake when it falls upon his face.

Blinking groggily he instinctively wraps an arm tight around you, pulling you closer and shielding you from the same light that just roused him, holding you against his body.

Nuzzling into your neck the harbinger can't help but let out a content sigh, almost tempted to just go back to sleep feeling your warmth around him.

Placing a single gentle kiss against your skin he can feel you moving in his embrace, signaling to him that you're waking up already.

Looking at you he can see your eyes slowly opening, squinting at the brightness greeting you.

"Morning..." You mumble, rubbing your eyes.

He kisses your forehead, pulling you even closer when he feels you try to get up, not saying a word but making it clear he wants you to stay in bed longer.

Burying his head back into your shoulder he wraps all his limbs around you, trapping you under the blanket with him.

After a special dream this night he's feeling especially clingy and needy for your attention.

Soft hands run across your back, drawing circles as he refuses to let go of you.

Instead of complaining you run your fingers through his hair, letting him listen to your breathing.

His face emerges back up, looking at you with what you'd consider puppy eyes, an almost begging expression.

Smiling you lean in, placing a soft kiss on his lips that he immediately reciprocates.

When you pull away you stare at him, curious why he's suddenly so insistent on cuddling you so much but he's still staying silent, just stroking your cheeks as he takes in your features with soft eyes.

Usually the both of you stay a few minutes in bed after waking before getting ready for the day but it's been like half an hour already.

"Don't you think we should get up?" Voice soft, curious.

"No..." Is all he says, his hold around you tightening at the suggestion, he's very obviously still sleepy.

Lost in thought his mind is still thinking about that dream he had.

A dream about the future. A future with you and...a family. Children.

He can't get that image out of his head, the image of you, round with the child you both created. Just the thought of it has him going absolutely feral and protective.

He doesn't even know if he's able to reproduce, if he's able to create life but he's sure as hell going to try, even if he has to stuff you full.

Not being able to help himself he wonders, fantasizes...would they have your features? Your nose? Your eyes? Your hair color? Would they be a miniature version of yourself?

Or would they have his own sharper features?

The thoughtful expression, the way his eyebrows are furrowed doesn't escape you, leaving you wondering what he's thinking so hard about.

His palms absentmindedly run up and down your sides, kneading, getting you worked up even without realizing himself, mind slowly getting dirtier and dirtier.

Teasing digits sneak under your shirt, up your chest, squeezing slightly.

Finally he looks up at you, determined expression on his face before moving to cage you between him and the sheets, staring down at you.

It's obvious he's not messing around, not wasting time attacking your neck with bites and sucks, intention very clear.

Tugging at your pants it's clear as day he's impatient, removing them in seconds when you lift your hips a little. Panties disappear in a blink of an eye too.

"I'm going make sure you're absolutely full of me... I won't stop trying until you're pregnant with my child... Until that tiny test shows two pink lines."

Hearing his serious tone sends a shiver down your spine, feeling his fingers drag through your wet folds, making sure you're ready for him, rubbing against your already swollen clit.

Breathing fast and wet against your skin he desperately pulls his cock out, not bothering getting rid of his own bottoms.

Lining himself up against your entrance he stills for a moment, waiting for your okay despite the way he's shaking from barely holding back.

Receiving a nod is all it takes for him to snap, slowly pushing in, letting you adjust.

Your nails dig into his back, dragging him as close as possible to you as he slowly starts thrusting, a soft pace at first before escalating into a fast but still gentle speed full of need.

"Gonna fill you up..." Panting right next to your ear his desperation is clear, teeth nipping at anything he can reach before leaning in, sharing a kiss with you.

Wrapping your legs around him you pull him impossibly deep, earning you a groan from him.

One of his arms wraps around you, like being inside of you isn't close enough, needing more and more, thrusting in and out, only pausing when he suddenly cums deep inside of you.

He doesn't dare pull out, even after he comes down from his ecstasy, not wanting to waste a single drop that could possibly knock you up.

In fact he keeps moving, continuing after his short pause like nothing happened.

His thumb rubs against your clit, soon shoving you off the edge as well, feeling you clench around him.

Your face is flushed, chest moving up and down fast as you try to catch your breath but you know he isn't done yet. Not by far.

Oh no, he's got more stamina to use. You'll be dripping white once he's finished with you.

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wanderer smut where reader rides him and he starts getting whiny and flustered

Mischief

AFAB! Reader x Wanderer

CW: smut, grinding, riding, whiny subby Wanderer, teasing, begging, slight overstimulation

When you sat in his lap he didn't expect you to be planning something so mischievous

A/N: god I love whiny flustered Wanderer. My beloved he's so pathetic

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A relaxing evening.

Peace and quiet after a draining day at the akademiya is what he wanted.

Sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard he can't help but finally sigh, body going slack a little as he rubs his temples. Dealing with all those awfully social and chatty students is absolutely exhausting.

Closing his eyes his ears just barely register the sound of you walking into the room, eyebrows furrowing a little but keeping his eyes shut as he listens to your footsteps coming closer.

He expects you to sit next to him, to feel the mattress dip. He didn't expect you to straight up crawl into his lap, straddling him.

Eyes shooting open with surprise his hands reflexively grab onto your hips as he stares at your mischievous face. You're obviously planning something...

"Bold move." Trying to keep up his usual cocky facade he smirks but you can tell he's cracking, the slight red blush on his cheeks just making it obvious.

You managed to catch him off guard completely.

And yet he lets you snuggle against him like you aren't currently plotting his downfall.

"I was thinking..." A sentence so innocent yet so full of promises.

"I want to help you relax after a long day." Your smile is playful, an idea he can't seem to figure out behind it.

Before he can question you he feels your hips grind against his, a surprised groan escaping his lips as his grip on you tightens, the flush on his face deepening.

Now it's your turn to start smirking, watching him start to squirm under you, breath getting faster the longer you move against him.

"You're being unfair..." He mutters, not being able to stop himself from hardening from your actions, trying to hold his sounds in, to hold onto his pride

Feeling you tug down his pants and underwear he literally has to bite down on his lower lip, gaze never leaving you as he watches you get rid of your own too.

Your slick folds now rub against his bare shaft, he leans his head back against the headboard, a shakey breath escaping him, followed by a chocked loud gasp as you sink down around him, taking him into your warm cunt.

For a moment you don't move, enjoying the sight of him writhering beneath you.

When you do move it's an agonizing slow pace, up and down. Getting more frustrated and desperate by the minute his fingers clench and unclench uncontrollably on your skin, trying to make you move faster.

Quickly loosing his composure he looks at you with red cheeks, eyes dazed and glazed over, a flustered expression on his face.

"Can you please just-" A whine comes from him as you sink down especially deep on him, taking him all the way, making him curse.

"Can you please just... Go faster already..." He basically begs.

Keeping your pace for a moment you hum as if in thought, considering his request.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

Speeding up your pace, basically bouncing on top of him you finally break the last restraint he has, finally getting to hear his pretty whiny voice. Having let go of his stupid pride he's whimpering and whining, holding onto your sides like you're his lifeline.

It's like a dam finally broke, pleasure consuming him as he's trembling under you.

"Please don't stop... please..." Tears of bliss sting his eyes as he gets closer and closer to cumming, it's almost too much for him.

The red never leaves his face, he's embarrassed but he feels too good to do anything about it.

He's used to being the one in control, not the other way around.

Deciding to tease him just a bit more you slow down, earning you an almost painful whimper of protest.

"Please no...don't do this to me..." His voice is quiet, he almost sounds like he's going to sob.

For a good five minutes you keep that pace, just listening to him before speeding up again, even faster than before.

He can't take it anymore.

Without warning his arms wrap tight around you, pulling you close as he buries his face in your neck, cock deep inside of you as he climaxes, moaning right into your ear.

Coming down from his high his embrace loosens as he slumps back against the headboard, hair a mess.

But he didn't expect you to keep moving, slowly, teasingly until he's shaking from too much stimulation.

Only then you finally relent, letting him pull out as you shower his face with kiss after kiss. Normally he'd protest but in this moment he can't bring himself to, letting you shower him with affection as his eyes slowly close.

You tuck him in once he's finally asleep, the exhaustion finally taking a hold of him.

[scaraling]

hi!!! I'm not an avid requester in fics, but I really love your writing! <33

was wondering if you could do a fluffy morning with wanderer fic, with some gentle smut in there. I just wanna see affectionate wanwan :3c

Morning bliss

AFAB! Reader x Wanderer

CW: fluff with gentle smut at the end, soft Wanderer (he's very much whipped and in love), praise, hickeys, aftercare

An early rainy morning filled with kisses and snuggles

A/N: thank you for liking my writing so much! I tried throwing in as much fluff as I can possibly think of

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Soft rain hits the glass of the window, a cozy tranquil atmosphere in the early morning hours.

Wanderer is the first to wake, he always is, tangled in an embrace with you, still sleeping so soundly in his arms.

No matter how you both fall asleep you always end up in each other's limbs. To him it's reassurance, knowing even in sleep that you're here, with him, that you're safe and won't just suddenly disappear.

He'll never admit it but when it comes to you he's like a clingy koala.

Gentle fingers come up to brush fallen strands from your face, soft eyes watch your peaceful expression, your breathing steady as you continue to slumber.

Running a thumb across your cheek, he stares at you lovingly, longingly, like you're the only thing that matters. Despite the grey clouds outside you're the most ethereal being in his eyes, even with your messy bed hair.

Adjusting himself and his position a little he lays his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, arms wrapped around your waist. A calming sound, proof you're alive, something he could listen to all day, every day.

He stays like that until he feels you stir, slowly waking up, blinking the sleep away from your eyes and stretching.

Your hand immediately finds his hair, automatically running through it as you fully come back into consciousness.

"Good morning..." Voice still groggy you try to sit up only for him to tighten his hold on you, refusing to let you move away.

"Not yet...a little longer..." Looking up at you with a stubborn expression, he's almost desperate for more of your attention.

But how could you deny him? Wrapping around him you let him bury his face in your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

Placing kisses along your skin he slowly trails up your neck, your jawline, your cheek to the corner of your mouth before finally pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

Tracing your digits across his back, drawing imaginary shapes you hum a little, you feel him rest on top of you, cuddling you, not planning to let you go anytime soon. You're like a pillow.

He doesn't say anything. But he doesn't need to, his actions speak louder than any words he could ever say.

Every time you try to move his embrace tightens, a sound of protest leaving him as he nuzzles into your chest, acting like a pouty kid that just got told no.

But you do eventually somehow manage to convince him to get some breakfast and tea, only barely tho. With many complaints he rolls out of bed, pulling you with him, never letting go of your hand.

"Let me make the tea. You always somehow manage to burn it. Or yourself." A lie, a blatant excuse for the fact he wants to be the one to prepare it for you, no bite in his voice.

Making sure to ready it exactly to your liking he places it in front of you, watching the happy smile on your face as you enjoy it, drinking his own bitter variant.

Just some time ago he never even thought of being able to enjoy such domestic life.

Still not able to get enough of you he basically fidgets in his seat until he pulls you back into bed despite your whining, cuddling you even more.

Eventually he starts to nibble on the side of your neck, soft bites, not enough to hurt but enough to feel, a pleasant sensation.

Running his hands across your sides under your shirt, up and down, he's acting like you're his whole world.

"Can I...?" Tugging at your pajamas top he makes his intentions clear, wanting to get rid of it.

Nodding you help him lift it over your head, grabbing his chin and tugging him into another chaste kiss while he slowly tugs off your bottoms too.

His pace is careful, almost afraid to hurt you, rubbing your folds through the fabric of your panties, feeling it dampen.

"My sweet darling, always so good to me..."

Fingers push the cotton to the side, circling your entrance, soft pads rubbing against your clit.

Meanwhile you're working on getting him out of his own pants, pushing them down together with his underwear.

You gently stroke him, up and down, getting him to harden under your touch, barely audible gasps coming from him.

Peppering his face in kisses you bring him closer, lining his cock up, encouraging him to push in by running your hands across his body, pressing against sensitive spots.

With a lenient pace he start pushing inside, shivering at the warmth that engulfs him. It doesn't matter how many times you two do this it will never feel less amazing than the first time.

His pace is slow but pleasurable, the connection feeling like love in it's purest form as he thrusts in and out.

The sounds he lets out are music to you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he reaches down again to your sensitive bundle of nerves, making sure to pay attention to it.

Sucking on your skin he's leaving little hickeys across your neck.

Sure enough you soon gush around him without warning, tightening, causing him to follow soon after.

After both of you come down from your climax he slowly pulls out, getting up, watching as you try to follow.

"Don't." His voice is commanding but tender, watching as you lay back down, not without a look of protest tho, making him chuckle a little.

He grabs a washcloth, using it to clean you up, even when you insist you can do it yourself.

Putting it away he climbs back into bed, back under the covers, body once again against your own.

It doesn't seem like you're going to leave the sheets at all today.

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Hello, can you write a fic of reader riding Scaramouches face (with some fluff too if you can :) ) Love ur fics BTW

Sweetness

AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche

CW: Smut, facesitting/faceriding, oral (fem reviving), teasing, one single spank, aftercare, handjob, fluffy soft Scara at the end

He said sit, not hover.

A/N: I didn't know how to make it lead up to the spice I'm going to scream

I have another request I'll start working on soon, please be patient with me

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All day.

He's been teasing you all day, getting you worked up.

Among his gentle kisses he sneaks heated ones. When no one is looking he's suddenly behind you, brushing your hair away oh so gently before nipping at your nape, acting as if nothing happened moments after.

His hands somehow always find your waist, brushing and pressing against spots he knows damn well are sensitive. Doesn't matter if you're currently talking to someone, trying to keep your voice steady.

You two being in a relationship is a known fact so nobody questioned his actions.

And you couldn't do anything about it, always watching him give you that knowing smirk when you brought it up.

When both of you retreat to your shared room for the day he still doesn't stop.

You're both laying on the bed with you laying on top of him in his embrace, his hands still wandering, squeezing.

Eventually you have enough, your face flushed as you look up at him with furrowed brows.

"What's up with you today? You've been teasing me all day." You finally confront him, making him grin.

"Can't I?"

Tightening his embrace he pulls you against him more.

Shuffling against him you sit up, straddling his sides and looking down at him, his hands on your hips, thumb running across your skin. Still grinning.

"What is it that you want?" That's the million dollar question.

"What I want? Hm..." That little bastard, teasing you even now.

"What if I say I want you? On my face."

Now that makes you freeze, eyes widening a little, blinking as you register his words.

"What?" A soft question, trying to make sure your ears aren't playing tricks on you.

"You heard me, darling. I'm not going to repeat myself."

One of his hands is now tugging at your bottoms, making it clear he's very much serious.

"Are you sure?" Your face is now completely flushed, caught off guard by his demand.

"Completely." His tone is firm, confident.

So you let him pull off your pants slowly, not missing the fact his knuckles purposefully brush against your thighs to rile you up even more.

Once those are off your panties soon follow with him pulling you up until you hover over his face knees on both sides of his head, already glistening pussy in his sight. All his teasing seems to have paid off for him.

Licking his lips he can tell you're hesitant and embarrassed.

Impatiently he licks a single stripe up your folds, all the way from your entrance to your clit.

It makes your legs weaken, causing you to shiver a little as a little gasp falls from your mouth.

Using your moment of weakness he pulls you down on his face completely, seating you with a firm grip.

His fingers tighten their hold on you when you reflexively try to move back up, causing little dents on your soft flesh as a warning growl escapes him.

You're staying seated, he's making sure of that.

Like a starving man he licks and and sucks, you being the only thing that can satiate him right now.

He's completely lost in your taste, his tongue once again finding your entrance, circling it before dipping in just a little.

You sound so pretty sitting on top of him, your breath fast, one hand buried in his soft indigo hair, the other supporting yourself on the headboard.

But it's still not enough for him.

Slowly he guides your hips back and forth, making you grind on his face.

It's driving you absolutely crazy with pleasure, it feels way too good to stop, your throbbing clit rubbing against him so perfectly.

So soon enough he doesn't have to move you at all, you're riding his face on your own, desperate for more bliss, more friction, leaving his hands free to explore other parts.

Delivering a single hard smack to your ass, he massages it after, your thighs unconsciouly closing around his head, making him groan in response.

Scaramouche reaches up with his other arm, kneading your chest through your top, he's in absolute heaven. You could crush him right now and he'd be happy.

His lips find your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it between them, stimulating you even more, making you let our borderline obscene moans, your grip on his hair tightening to the point you're pulling harshly on it.

Movements needy and uncontrolled you lean back, supporting yourself with one shaky arm on his sid, he can tell you're close but trying to hold on, almost afraid to smoother him with your sweetness.

Humming against your puffy cunt, vibrations running through you he tops up his efforts, eating you out with all he has, rubbing your sides under your shirt in encouragement.

Your grinding doesn't stop not even when you gush all over his face, trembling on top of him, head leaned back as an almost chocked whimper rips out your throat.

The balladeer is drinking it all up as if it was the most delicious meal he ever had, licking you clean, helping you come down from the climax you just experienced.

Letting you carefully lift yourself off, supporting your weight with gentle touch he watches as you flop down next to him, panting.

Cleaning his own face up he leans over your boneless form, his own locks completely disheveled, eyes dazed and lided as he stares at you. No words have to be said.

In silence he hands you some water, making sure you're hydrated.

Soft palms cup your face before he absolutely showers your face in kisses, placing them everywhere he can reach, making you giggle breathlessly.

You feel a little guilty, about to offer helping him get off too but he interrupts you before you can even speak.

"Don't worry about that. Your taste was enough."

Wrapping you in blankets he makes sure your tired form is comfortable, pulling you in his embrace, stroking your hair to lull you to sleep.

Stubbornly you insist though, reaching a hand down into his pants, stroking him, rubbing his tip.

Not long after he's already cumming inside his pants, having been pent up enough to almost instantly burst.

Getting out of bed he quickly cleans up and puts on some fresh pants, only to come back to the sight of you already sleeping cozily.

His gaze softens, brushing away some strands that fell into your face, caressing your cheek.

He doesn't know when it happened but you very much captured his nonexistent heart.

[scaraling]

Masterlist

Collection of all my stories sorted by incarnation and SFW/NSFW

❀ Kabukimono ❀

SFW:

nothing here yet

NSFW:

nothing here yet

⛈ Scaramouche ⛈

SFW:

Precious

A flowers nightmare (yandere! Scara)

Care

NSFW:

Stress relief (Archon!Scara AU)

Rainy days

Smooth (CW: Footjob)

Sweetness

Dream future

Discreet

𓅪 Wanderer 𓅪

SFW:

Fated doll

NSFW:

Morning bliss

Mischief

✮ AU ✮

SFW:

Delicious (vampire! Scara, modern)

As sweet as honey (vampire! Scara, modern)

NSFW:

A gamers passion (gamer! Scara, modern, scenario)

Unexpected closeness (bully! Reader x Nerdy! Scara, modern)

Radiance (popular! cheerleader! Reader x Nerdy! Emo! Scara, modern)

Loving tease (Dog hybrid! Reader x Cat hybrid! Scaramouche)

Extra Lessons (AFAB! Bully! Reader x Tutor! Scaramouche, modern)

[scaraling]

Can you write about reader giving Scara a footjob please? i love your writing :)

Smooth

Gender neutral! Reader x Scaramouche

CW: nsfw, no plot, footjob, bondage? (Scaras hands are tied), teasing, whiny subby Scara with maybe a single sprinkle of dom, begging, edging

Kneeling in front of you he's suddenly not so tough anymore.

A/N: I'm glad you enjoy my writing, this was new to me and ngl I'm a bit flustered, I've never tapped into this direction so I hope I did it justice... Kinda short tho? I don't know, feels rushed, I think I'm used to writing longer things

Not proofread, please heed the cw!

It's an unusual sight.

The proud 6th harbinger, so arrogant and rude in front of his soldiers, kneeling in front of your seated form with just a white towel wrapped around his waist, hands tied behind his back.

You can't help the slight flush on your cheeks as you stare down at him, his eyes refusing to meet yours, looking to the side instead with embarrassment written all over his face.

Suddenly he's not so confident anymore. Even if it was his idea.

He was the one watching you keep your feet nice and soft, taken care of like the rest of you. And he was the one approaching you with this idea.

Shifting his weight around he slightly tugs at his restraints, face reddening even more when they don't loosen even a bit.

Watching him already squirm under just your gaze you can't help but be a little amused, deciding to test the waters by cautiously pressing the ball of your foot against his clothed crotch slightly.

His response is immediate, a small, shaky gasp leaving him as a shiver runs through his entire body.

Biting his lower lip his head falls forward, indigo hair hiding his expression completely, shoulders trembling.

That reaction gives you the courage needed to go further, increasing the pressure you're applying, slightly rolling your foots ball back and forth, trying to get him worked up.

It doesn't take long until you can feel him harden, tent forming.

You run your toes across it's still covered curve before dragging them across his cocks underside, slowly pushing it against his own stomach a bit.

Scaramouche is trying his best to keep his noises in, too stubborn to let you hear his sounds of bliss.

Pulling your foot away causes him to let out a quiet whine that he can't swallow down, watching you slowly undo the fabric and drag it away, completely exposing his lower area to you.

The balladeer tries to take a quick breath only to feel both your soles on his inner thighs, slowly massaging and rubbing the sensitive flesh, teasingly running up his skin but stopping right where he needs it the most.

Leaning forward a bit he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut. He's so painfully erect but it seems you're more interested in teasing him then giving him what he wants.

"Please..." A pathetic sound, never in his life would he have thought he'd be begging for something so degrading but he can't help it.

"Please? Please what?" Your voice is teasing, calm, you're fully aware of what he's asking for but you want to see him fall apart some more.

Tugging at the rope around his wrists he almost whimpers, cursing the idea of tying him up.

"Please just...stop teasing me...just stroke me already..." Stopping himself from biting his tongue he finally mutters out his pleas, swallowing his pride.

Hearing you hum is all the warning and confirmation he gets, feeling your soft feet starting to rub on both sides of his dick, up and down in a almost agonizing slow pace.

Not able to hold back anymore moans start spilling from his mouth, the sensation of you purposefully squeezing his tip almost too much.

"That's it...keep going for me, you're doing so good... All for me..." Mumbling he's praising you like you're the only thing that matters.

Your pace gradually quickens, his precum acting as lube and making the whole thing easier.

At this point his whole body is trembling, thighs shaking, breath fast.

He can tell he's close. And so can you.

So you slow down.

"No...no... please don't..." He's a complete mess, his usual ego nowhere to be seen, skin glistening so prettily.

"Look at me. I want to see your face." It's not a question, it's a demand.

Throat dry he hesitates but slowly looks up when he feels your movement come to a complete halt.

What a delicious sight, his cheeks are blushing red, eyes are glazed with tears of pleasure, his slightly parted rose red lips are swollen from biting, chest is heaving up and down.

Smiling satisfied you roll his cock between your feet, coaxing pretty notes from him as his eyes loose focus and roll back a little.

Resuming your pace you watch his face closely, occasionally letting his dick glide between your digits, sometimes putting some pressure against his underside.

Not long after he empties himself all over your feet without warning, head falling back as you feel it drip down your skin.

Your stare never leaves him as you help him come down from the high he just experienced.

His body falls forward eventually, exhausted as you move to carefully untie his wrists, giving them soothing caresses with your fingers.

"Not a word of this to anyone." There it is, that cocky attitude you know and love. Grinning you just nod and shift to get up, not expecting him to grab you and pull you back down.

"Where do you think you're going? Don't think I'm done with you just yet." A raspy whisper.

"I still need to repay that favor after all."

[scaraling]

OMG UR ASKS R ON I WAMTED TO TELL U HOW MUCH I LOVE UR WRITING ITS MWAH MWAH DELICIOUS I HOPE UR DOING OKAY 😋🫂

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹♥️ I DIDN'T REALIZE THEY WERE OFF THE WHOLE TIME I'M SO STUPID

I'm doing well!! I hope you're doing good too!

[scaraling]

I literally only JUST noticed I didn't have asks turned on don't mind my stupid ass

I don't think it matters a lot but just in case a reminder that requests are possible

[scaraling]

A gamers passion

Gender neutral! Reader x gamer Scaramouche scenario

CW: obsessive tendencies, Scaramouche is a little shit, e-dating, nsfw under the cut with its own CW

A/N: was too lazy to turn this into a whole story, I think it does better as a short (?) scenario. Got carried away writing at some parts tho

Gamer Scaramouche who you get matched with in an online team game.

He blames you in chat for mistakes you didn't even make. He gets muted for several days because of offensive language.

Gamer Scaramouche who you get matched with so often people think you're a duo. Both of you deny it immediately.

Gamer Scaramouche who slowly knows how to properly work together with you after being matched so many times. And vice versa.

Eventually he adds you as a friend and you officially become his duo.

Gamer Scaramouche who now voice chats with you over discord every evening. At first it was awkward, mostly talk about the game and hearing him cuss out other players but over time it changes to talk about both your lives.

You tell him about your day at work, sometimes ranting. He mostly stays inside his room, working from home. Doesn't take long to figure out you both live in the same city.

Gamer Scaramouche who can't help but feel jealous whenever you mention someone else. He's both jealous of you and the person you talk about.

Gamer Scaramouche who can't help but slowly fall for you.

Always seeking you out specifically in matches, he doesn't care if he throws, he wants to be near your character. He now blames others for potential mistakes you make, defends you when someone tries to attack you for playing bad abd so on. Muted once again for vulgar language.

Gamer Scaramouche who specifically picks characters that work well with yours and throws a fit when someone picks them before he can. Also throws a tantrum on your behalf when someone steals your main. You think it's funny.

He WILL wear skins matching yours, don't call him out on it he'll get flustered and deny it. Possibly gets sad and pouty when he doesn't have one that fits.

Gamer Scaramouche who will gift you skins if you even as much mention them. Check your in-game mailbox because it most certainly will be in there.

People accuse you both of e-dating. He doesn't deny it.

The first time you both meet is at a con. It's where he asks you out, an embarrassed mess. After you say yes he doesn't let go of you for the entire day, always a hand on you.

Gamer Scaramouche who is unbelievably upset having to part ways after the con, like a wet cat. He makes sure to bring you home, even stays the night but eventually has to return to his own apartment. Not before sharing a kiss with you tho, sweet and tender, almost afraid.

Both of you now game and face time every day. If you forget he'll be very unhappy.

NSFW under the cut

CW: male masturbation, dubcon cybersex, cockwarming, reader is a tease

Gamer Scaramouche who can't help himself listening to your voice as you're both playing an especially stressful round. He's rock hard, his pants uncomfortably tight.

He dies early in-game and leans back in his chair, exhaling as he paws at his trousers. No matter what he does it isn't going away. So he slides a hand inside his boxers, pumping and stroking himself, trying to keep quiet.

You're not stupid. You can hear his breath hitching, his voice shaking when you ask him something but you play along.

Starting another game you can tell he's startled, trying his best to somehow play with only one hand but of course that doesn't work.

Teasingly you call him out on his poor performance, asking him what's up with him like you don't know.

At this point he's whimpering, it's obvious you're aware of what he's doing. He's begging you to just keep talking. And you do. All the way until he spills in his own hand, excusing himself to go clean up.

Gamer Scaramouche who comes over to your place to play some games in person. It doesn't take long until you end up in his lap, shuffling around as you try to keep up with him, wether it's a competitive or team game.

All that squirming clearly has an affect on him, you can feel his cock starting to poke your backside, him groaning behind you.

With a smirk you decide to tease him just a little more, pretending not to notice and rubbing even more against him.

He quickly has enough, grabbing your hips. Before you know it your pants and underwear are gone.

After a squeeze, a silent question if you're okay with this he sinks you down on his dick, making you take the entire length.

But he doesn't let you move or thrusts, grip firm on your sides, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Let's see how focused you can be like this, you cheeky tease." He says as he starts another game.

[scaraling]

Rainy days

AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche

CW: hurt and comfort, Scara isn't good with feelings, eventual smut towards the end, dubcon touching? It's soft caresses and cuddles while reader sleeps, nothing perverse, soft Scara but he's still being a tease, grinding, p in v, body worship?

Time and time he meets you again, is it fate or just an annoying coincidence?

A/N: based on the weather I have experienced today, I wrote this partially in the rain. This got longer than I thought it would

Reader is a traveler but not THE traveler

Not proofread

For a traveler like you it isn't unusual to have explored many cities and nations.

Not only that but you've also explored many places that are beyond the safety of big cities, vast sceneries and fields filled with monsters but worth the fight all the same.

After restrictions were lifted in Inazuma you've made the nation of eternity your next goal.

You took the earliest boat you could, excited at the thought of finally getting to see the cherry blossoms.

The seabreeze is refreshing, you can even see the islands in the distance, slowly getting closer and closer, revealing their beauty to your eye bit by bit.

Lucky you got the last room in the inn you're staying at, falling into your bed exhausted from the long ship ride.

Unbeknownst to you it's the exact inn Scaramouche and his subordinates are currently staying at. Even though he has acquired the electro gnosis he hasn't departed yet, dragging it out his stay just a little bit.

The next morning it was raining but you weren't going to let a little rain stop you. You had a brand new raincoat after all, ready to be used.

Ready to explore the now opened land you rush into the lobby, grabbing something to eat.

That's when you notice it's full of Fatuus. And that's when your eyes fall onto the figure in the corner, staring at you. A man you know as the 6th harbinger.

Realizing you're meeting his gaze he turns away, hat pulled down to cover his face but still keeping you in his peripheral vision.

The truth is that this isn't the first time you both cross paths. You've run into him over and over to the point both of you think it's ridiculous.

At some point he thought you were some clumsy spy and confronted you angrily. He quickly realized that wasn't the case when you accused him of following you yourself.

You've somehow become a constant presence in his life, even if you don't exchange many words.

You quickly head out the door, giving a small wave to Scaramouche.

It's raining worse than you thought, the raindrops hitting the already wet ground in a loud pitter patter. Not many people are out and the ones that are either run through the rain or seek shelter.

Determined to still make the best out of the day you tug your hood up and walk out.

Despite the bad weather adventuring through Inazuma feels great. The Narukami shrine is beautiful, the main city lively, Seirai island abandoned but mesmerizing in its own way, the constant lightning a sight to behold.

Currently you're wandering through the abandoned remains of Tatarasuna, the air crackling with electricity. You can't help but wonder what happened here...

And yet again you run into a hatted figure, sitting by the cliff just staring at the furnace, veil soaked.

Without even looking at you he can feel your presence, even as you're about to leave.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?" His voice is defensive but lacks it's usually bite.

"I'm just... Strolling around." You mutter, you can tell he's tense, something about this place is having an effect on him.

"You should leave. This place is dangerous."

Usually you'd argue, talk back, tell him you're very much capable of making your own decisions but something tells you that right now you really shouldn't act like a brat.

Instead you slowly approach him and quietly sit next to him.

He shoots you a glare from the side, a halfhearted one.

You don't say anything. Don't question him or his attachment to this place, just give him some silent company while staring down at the ruined land below.

It's a weird comfort to him. No pressure, no words.

Rain keeps falling, hitting both his hat and your hood.

"I've run into you so much you might as well be traveling with me. Sure looks that way to outsiders." You try to joke to lighten the mood but he just looks at you with a cold gaze that quickly shuts you up.

"...My next stop is Sumeru." He says after a short silence.

"Sumeru? I wanted to go there too..."

"Then travel with me." He suggests, his eyes not leaving the scenery before him.

Now you just look shocked.

"What about your subordinates? Won't they question things?"

Scoffing he shakes his head.

"They know better than to question my word. Besides, I'll be traveling alone. No soldiers that will annoy me."

"But... I'm not finished roaming Inazuma yet..." You really don't want to leave yet, not when you finally have access to the nation that didn't let anyone in for so long.

"I'll go with you. I'll show you around." Not even a hint of hesitation. He doesn't know why he suddenly wants to- no, needs to come with you, accompany you.

Maybe he got attached to you. Or maybe he's just scared to be alone again.

You, of course, are completely bamboozled. You've never traveled with anyone else before, much less with a literally harbinger.

But somehow you can't say no, so you just nod.

The coming weeks he keeps his word, showing you all over Inazuma. Even then he doesn't reveal much about himself but he treats you better than his subordinates, which is a low bar to be honest.

He shows you all the islands, even Tsurumi island, keeping and Fatui soldier away from you by just being near you.

And during this time he learns many things about you, a lot of them he picks up on by just watching you. Your tiny habits that you yourself don't realize, your patterns.

You, a punny little human. A human he once again got attached to. A feeling of warmth spreading through his hollow chest.

At night when you two rest in a tent he watches you slumber, keeping track of your little breaths. He's scared that you'll suddenly just stop breathing, suddenly leave him.

The evening before a ship is supposed to take you both towards Liyue shore you two lay in the grass with you looking up at the night sky.

His own eyes however are on you, watching the twinkle of the stars reflect in your eyes.

When you two check into the inn you've previously stayed at there was only one room available but you two figure it doesn't matter at this point. You shared a shelter so many times the past weeks, sharing a room won't be any different.

You're happy that you finally get to sleep in some comfy pajamas again, happily snuggling into the blankets, laying on your side and closing your eyes.

Exploring is fun but sleeping comfortably once in a while is nice.

Scaramouche lays next to you, absentmindedly running his fingers across your side, a habit he developed over the short time he spent with you. It's something he'd do whenever you're asleep.

He just doesn't know that you're awake right now. Not like you mind, it feels nice. When you let out a sigh in appreciation is when he realizes that you're still very much aware, pulling his hand away like he just got burned.

Eyes opening you turn towards him, blinking away the grogginess that already clung to you.

"Why are you so afraid of showing physical affection?" You ask him bluntly, pouting at the fact he stopped, your sleepy mind not registering the weight of your question.

During your adventure you noticed he would always shy away from any sort of contact, brushing your hands away when you touched his shoulder or glaring at you when you got too close.

At night however you'd sometimes wake and feel his fingers run across your back, feel them in your hair or have him straight up wrapped around you, his arms caging you against him.

Face flushing red he's obviously flustered and feels called out.

"I don't- ...You wouldn't get it." Vulnerability is not something he's used to feeling, nor does he like it.

"Then make me get it." Seeing you shuffle closer he growls, the feelings he's been trying to bury finally snapping as he pounces on you, pinning you to the mattress, blanket thrown to the floor.

"You don't understand! Don't understand anything! Everytime I open up, let people close I end up hurt all over again... End up with everything ripped away from me."

He's angry. Angry at you for making him feel things he thought beneath him. Angry at himself for letting it happen. Angry that he can feel tears stinging his eyes, the same tears that got him abandoned all those years ago.

You reach up, wiping the tears that threaten to spill as he freezes at your gentle touch.

"I tried...I tried not to let myself get attached to you... But I was doomed to fail the moment I asked you to join me to Sumeru." His voice is weak, his body shaking on top of you.

"Then why did you ask me?" It's a question he himself doesn't have an answer to.

Why did he? He could have just ignored you that day, just acknowledged your existence from far away like always and let you leave. But he didn't.

"...I don't know. I really don't."

Pulling him down towards you you wrap your arms around him, a comforting embrace that he returns after a moment of hesitation, his face buried in your shoulder, silent sobs racking through his body.

The 6th harbinger, known for being ruthless and arrogant is currently crying in your arms. He feels pathetic, weak and he hates it. But despite that your hand rubs comforting circles on his back. You don't need to speak. You just need to be there.

He doesn't know when he fell for you. What he knows is that he fell hard.

After what feels like hours he slowly calms down, lifting his face and looking at you while you just keep moving your palm across his skin.

His head rests on your chest as he keeps staring up at you, looking like a hurt kitty, his eyes still glazed and shimmery.

The longer you both stay like this the more his hands are starting to wander all across your body, soft caresses and squeezes at first. A reassurance that you're here, with him. That you're real and aren't going to disappear the moment he lets go.

Fingers squeeze your sides, your hips, back, thighs, anywhere he can reach really. Gentle. Careful.

Until he touches a sensitive spot and you let out a small sound involuntarily.

Movements pause as he looks at your reddening face, a slight smirk starting to spread across his face with sudden new found confidence.

"Oh? What was that about, hm? Sensitive?" Teasing you he inches his digits back to that place.

"Don't be ridiculous, you just caught me of guard-" a squeak escapes you as he presses on that spot once again.

Pressing and touching, teasing you he can't get enough of your little whines, watching you start to squirm.

Your pretty little sounds ignite something inside of him he didn't think possible.

Lust.

Eyes lock onto your flushed cheeks, watching you closely.

His face shifts closer to your neck again, his breath hitting your skin in small puffs.

"Can I..." He's absolutely hungry for you but he wants your permission first.

Swallowing heavily you give a small nod, immediately feeling his lips on the skin of your neck, kissing, sucking, his hands once again on you, gripping and feeling around rougher now, with more urgency.

They now wander to more intimate areas, squeezing your chest.

A feeling so intense, something he has never felt before, making him feel like he's burning up from the inside with you being the only thing able to satiate him.

"I need... I need you...right now..." Desperate whines and begs leave him as he moves his hips against yours, unconsciously grinding against you in an attempt to satisfy his need for you.

"Then have me..." That sentence is enough to have him pawing at your sleepwear, wanting to get it off as soon as possible.

His stare is intense, looking you up and down when you're finally bare, it's almost making you feel self-conscious, shifting against the soft sheets.

"You're beautiful." Is what he mutters before diving back in, leaving hickey's all over your neck and shoulders.

Fingers trail down your stomach slowly until they find your pussy, circling your clit with his middle finger.

"Already soaking wet from just a little teasing..." He mocks a little but can't deny that he himself is painfully hard, aching and straining inside his pants.

Such a pretty sight for him, having you panting below him, eyes dazed, looking at him like he's the center of your world. And right now that's exactly what he is.

Never breaking eye contact he slowly frees himself of his own pants, looking for any uncertainty or doubt in your expression.

But there is none. Only love, only trust.

He slowly lines himself up, rubbing his tip between your folds.

"Are you ready?" A final question for confirmation.

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him close against your body.

"If I don't feel you inside of me in the next few seconds I'm going to lose it..." You whisper. It's enough for him to finally crack, slowly pushing his cock inside of you.

Feeling you stiffen up he lets you adjust, relishing in feeling your warmth around him, letting out a small moan.

"Amazing...you feel amazing..."

When you give him the okay to move he starts slow, loving but it's soon not enough for the both of you.

The two of you are I'm complete bliss, nothing else mattering at the moment but each other, you don't care if the whole inn can hear you.

You're holding onto him so hard you're sure you're leaving marks but he doesn't care, to focused on the way you feel, the way you sound.

His thumb runs across your clit, his other hand twisting and tugging at your nipples, ripping sweet sounding mewls from you.

Feeling you tighten around him he can tell you're close. He himself is too but he refuses to cum before you do, his hand tilting your face to look at him, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

Licking his tongue across them he requests entrance, which you gladly grant him.

Making out with him is what sends you over the edge, squeezing and gushing around him, causing him to shoot his own load inside of you with a moan he couldn't hold back.

Exhausted he falls on top of you, breathing heavily but still placing kisses everywhere he can reach.

Playing with his hair he eventually falls asleep on top of you, nuzzled against you, small barely audible snores escaping him.

Seems you got yourself a clingy harbinger.