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[merakiui]

Oh my god I never thought Id see an alpha!scaramouche. Mera, hes been on my brain a lot recently because of the leaks I saw of him (nervous about what his new design is gonna be and what his animations are gonna be). Some more brainrot for omegaverse though ! Maybe a way you would find out about him being an alpha is that your suppresants don't get renewed on time so when you go to seek comfort from the wanderer you notice he seems a bit different around you. Theres just a little hint of brainrot, you'd do a better job at expanding on it than I possibly could <3

Omg he's been on my mind so much lately!! orz I miss brain rotting about him, so expect lots of mouchey thoughts. <3

(cw: yandere, omegaverse/abo, pregnancy, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession)

As for the omegaverse brain rot, what if it's that one trope where Scara gets you pregnant by accident because you went into heat and he got overwhelmed by his instincts and the two of you end up fucking without protection? And he's so close to biting your neck and claiming you as his for all of eternity, but he miraculously holds back and just,,,, sinks his teeth into his arm instead!!! And now the both of you are sort of stuck together after the pregnancy test comes back positive some time later. You're so ashamed that you've burdened Scara with this and you apologize profusely while he just stares at the test, half-expecting a joke or a mistake or something. You tell him you'll deal with this yourself and you suggest getting rid of the baby since you can't afford the resources or the time needed to care for a child. You're in your final year of university. You have to focus on your degree, not a child, and you don't want to bother Scara with any of your problems.

Scara has this moment of internal panic when he hears you say that because he actually doesn't want you to do any of that. He can't explain why, but the idea of you getting rid of the baby makes him feel oddly uncomfortable. So, since he's a very well-off alpha with a stable and respectable job, he moves you into his penthouse. He says it's only to keep you safe. Omegas are already vulnerable enough, but one that's pregnant and emits the sweetest pheromones?! That's just asking for conflict. Scara promises he'll schedule an appointment with an ob-gyn (hmm maybe it's alpha albedo ooohhhh), but he waits a while. He'd prefer to keep this between you and him (the last thing he needs is Miko breathing down his neck if she finds out; and she'll no doubt tell Ei and then he'll really be in hot water). He'll have the family doctor come in to see you. You won't even have to leave his home, save for when you travel to uni.

Scara's almost never home. And for the first few months, it feels like he just doesn't care about you, which isn't too terrible because it allows you to do all the things you'd normally do regardless of this new arrangement. But Scara is so cold and distant, almost always in a foul mood when he's home, and you begin to wonder if this was a good idea. But while you stew over your doubt, Scara's been watching you through the cameras in his home while he's at work. You're so precious when you're oblivious, and he's given an immense serotonin boost when he watches you crawl into his bed and wrap yourself up in the blankets, most likely to surround yourself with his scent.

There are just a few concerning issues. One: You're still attending university and he can't always follow you to and from your school. Two: Your friends are always messaging your phone. He'd know because he's had a colleague he's acquainted with tap into your phone so that he can read every message as soon as you receive it. You haven't told them anything yet, which is a relief because he wants to make you disappear from the world so that it'll be you, him, and the adorable baby growing inside you. You don't need those fools anyway. And three: You don't actually like him. There's no love. You're just here because he told you he'd take responsibility.

But when your friends insist on meeting up with you, claiming that you never go out anymore, it really gnaws on Scara's patience. And when you get into heated arguments with him when he refuses to let you go outside for fresh air, of all things, and he has to calm himself down because he doesn't want his temper or the intense amount of pheromones he's releasing to stress you and the baby out, it just adds more fuel to the growing fire. You only need him. Why can't you realize that? That's what you told him while he was fucking you all those months ago. So why does it feel like you can function perfectly fine without him (save for those little moments when you get weepy and melancholic, yearning for an alpha's presence)? He'll make sure you'll depend on him soon enough.

After all, he'll be the only one in your life. There won't be anyone else to turn to. You'll have no choice but to accept him and this life, even if you think you can leave after you've given birth to Scara's child. There's no way he's letting you go now, not when he's fallen so deep into this obsession.

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[merakiui]

As celebration for Scaramouche finally getting some spotlight and become playable, I have more brainrot! Nsfw warning? Just like the thought of him being a streamer or gamerboy with an unhealthy obsession with the neighbor nextdoor to him. Listening to you bring home multiple one night stands, your voice carrying through the vents. Its so irritating how it gets him riled up! Eventually his curiosity is peaked and he tries to send anonymous gifts and waiting for your reaction around the corner. It starts out sweet and innocent till he buys a polaroid camera to take explicit pictures of you for his own selfish desires, getting off to them for awhile till it no longer works. The thought of you bringing home different people gets to him and he starts planning on how he can make you his <3

Aaaa I love gamermouche. <3

(cw: yandere, implied nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, (cyber)stalking, obsession, modern au)

Scaramouche has never felt true love, so the fact that there are nearly a million people who watch his content, join his streams, and leave comments is jarring. This sort of recognition, while very much well-deserved and a wonderful ego boost, feeds a vacant part of him. The part that craves validation. The part that wants to be needed and noticed by others. The part of him that’s cold and lonely. And when a million eyes are on him, he’s able to ignore his fractured past and focus on a successful present.

He’s good at what he does. Streaming games of all genres, occasionally collaborating with other streamers. Hotshots like Tartaglia, who always engages in irritating banter with him (the fans eat it up every time), and the beauty vlogger Signora, who is surprisingly good at FPS games. Scaramouche could do without these troublesome collabs, but it boosts his viewership and those videos always do well. Why snuff a tree that continues to produce fruit? He can endure a few hours of collaboration as long as it brings in a good paycheck and lots of viewers.

With the way his current life has been going, success after success after success, he shouldn’t need to feel so…empty. He lives in a nice, spacious apartment on the sixth floor, he has an expensive set-up with three monitors and the best mic and headset, and his recording studio is organized and neat—a perfect space that’s soundproofed and allows him to hide away for a few hours, where he’s free to do as he pleases.

Lately, he’s been in a slump of sorts. He can continue to put out videos and he can stream as if nothing’s wrong, but there’s been this gnawing sense of incompletion that’s weighed heavy on his mind for a while now. No matter how well a video does, how great a stream went, or how many hours he’s put into his favorite games, everything feels so meaningless and hollow. Perhaps he’s burnt out. Perhaps he’s overworked himself. Perhaps it’s time to try other hobbies.

Or perhaps the problem lies with his neighbor.

You’ve lived next door for as long as he’s lived in the building. It’s been about three years now, Scaramouche thinks, and he remembers the day the two of you met. He’d come home late after a dinner spent with his mother and self-proclaimed aunt (he wishes she’d just piss off), and as usual the meeting went about as well as it possibly could when you can’t stand the sight of the one who cast you out when you needed her most. Understandably, Scaramouche was in a foul mood. He’d been wanting to get home as soon as possible, take a bath and scrub the dinner and every useless conversation from his skin, and he really wasn’t looking for any interruptions in his path to absolute comfort.

But when the lift doors slid open and he stalked down the hall, he found two people in front of his door. You were one of those people, pressed against the door while some stranger captured your mouth in a steamy kiss. Scaramouche heard his resolve snapping. He’d just come back from a shitty night out and this is what greets him? Two lovestruck fools exchanging saliva and breath as if they’re desperately in need of it?! He withdrew his key ring and obnoxiously shook it to disturb the oh-so-sweet scene. Thankfully, you took notice of him and you pushed the other person off of you with a breathless laugh.

He ought to stuff that laugh right down your throat.

“You’re in the way,” he snapped, and you stepped awkwardly aside. With a huff, he slipped his key into the lock and opened his door. Before melting into the darkness, he stared you in the eyes and said, “Make out against your own door.”

And then he slammed it shut, listening to your muffled laughter and the offended scoffs from your lover, date, friend… Honestly, he couldn’t care what they are to you. He does care when he hears the door beside him open and close and, with a low groan, he realized he just met his new neighbor—the one who’d previously caused quite the commotion moving in a few days prior.

Ever since then, he’s been privy to your nightly routines. How this madness could go on for three years is beyond him. How anyone could bring home a new soul every month or so and repeat this for three years is beyond him. By then, shouldn’t you have found ‘the one’? Though Scaramouche knows nothing of real, true love, he’s certain that three years is plenty of time to connect with at least one of your one-night stands. Unfortunately, you’re not the only one who has the pleasure of connecting.

The walls aren’t the thickest, and aside from his recording booth every other room, especially the ones that run parallel to your apartment, is thin. So thin that he can hear the bed creak if he presses his ear against the wall. And you’re always so loud. Wailing and moaning and gasping. He hears every sound, every little cry, and it grinds his patience into dust. If he wanted to listen to an explicit audio, he’d have done so online. The last thing he needs is to hear the lewd sounds of sex while he’s recording or streaming. He has faith in his soundproofing, but he can’t be certain that his mic won’t pick up the sounds. And if anyone hears something like that on his videos or streams, no matter how faint, it’ll just cause more unnecessary trouble for him. The last thing he needs is to toe the lie of cancellation for the nth time.

He’s learned your schedule by now. Weekends are for one-night stands. Any other day is normally quiet. So to get through those nights, he’ll either retreat to his recording studio, put his headset on, and play games for the fun of it, or he’ll sit out on his balcony with earphones turned all the way up, music spilling into his brain, and he’ll count the stars. It’s a habit he’s fallen into ever since he started stargazing. Tiny balls of light from a distance, yet so destructively sad up in the expanses of space. Lonesome, little stars that are destined for implosion once they reach the end of their lives. He counts the stars every night. He’s not sure why he does this. He’s not even that interested in astronomy.

Scaramouche counts a number of stars that’s immediately wiped from his head when he turns in the direction of your balcony and finds you staring right back. You’ve wrapped yourself in a thick blanket to combat the chilly midnight air and he blinks back at you under silver moonlight.

“Hey.” You smile.

His shock quickly morphs into a dark scowl. “Don’t ‘hey’ me! Do you ever hear how obnoxious you sound every single night?”

“Not really,” you answer with a shrug and he sighs loudly. “Most of them like obnoxious.”

“Well, I don’t. So either learn to shut up or don’t bring any more idiots home!”

You lean against the railing and hum in consideration. He glances at the space that separates your apartments, a sliver of gloom that drops down to the pavement below. He folds his arms across his chest, brows furrowed.

“Do you want to come over instead? I can make room in my schedule.” You’re grinning now, teasing him with a snarky expression. What he’d do to wipe that look off your face…

Scaramouche’s face darkens and, rather than retorting icily, he turns swiftly on his heel and vanishes inside. He can hear your victorious laughter as he shuts and locks the balcony door.

“Stupid,” he seethes, gritting his teeth. “Stupid neighbor. Of all the brainless things to say…”

The next time the two of you meet you’re not on the balcony and the sky isn’t cradling dozens of stars. Instead, he meets you in the hall just as he’s returning from grocery shopping and you’re on your way out, dressed pleasantly in formal attire.

“I didn’t realize you could dress nicely,” he says absently as he rifles through the keys and charms on his key ring. “I only ever pictured you in discarded, forgotten garments.”

“Aw. You think of me?” you counter with a wink. “I’m flattered.”

He rolls his eyes. That definitely sounded like a roundabout way of saying he daydreams about you. “You wish that were the case.”

It’s a poor retort, but it’s all he can manage before he walks through his door and you stalk past him, your laughter echoing in the hall. Scaramouche watches you go, leaning against his doorframe and smiling to himself. You have a very confident walk.

And it’s these small interactions that have him growing attached to you. He learns that you work at a club entertaining wealthy clients. He’d know because he followed you there one evening. And you also love sweets. He’d know because he’s left plenty at your door and you’ve always gasped in delight upon seeing them. You also seem to enjoy collecting cute plushies, for he’s bought a few that reminded him of you and left them at your door. You take those as well. He’s found your social media and has taken to scrolling it on a burner account. Can’t risk using his official account otherwise you’ll know it’s him and he’s not sure he wants you to know of his feelings yet.

Scaramouche is very fulfilled when he admires you from afar and bestows heartfelt gifts to you. His chat has commented that he seems…softer lately, and Scaramouche tells them they’re delusional. He’s not soft. He’s never been soft. But you seem to know just how to smooth the rough edges in his exterior.

Now he sits against the wall that connects your apartments, eyes shut tight and hand wrapped firmly around his cock, and listens to the sounds of you getting fucked in the next room, picturing himself above you. He’s gotten better at cumming at the same time as you, and he likes to think that everything you say while in the throes of lust are directed at him and not your one-night stand. He recalls your playful offer from many nights ago and wonders if you’d ever sleep with him. In his imagination, you’re practically at his feet, begging for a fraction of affection, and he can choose to please you in whatever way he wants. Unfortunately, it’s not like that in real life.

He plays games and streams to cope.

When Tartaglia gifts him a camera designed to look aesthetically old-fashioned for his birthday, Scaramouche considers donating it. He doesn’t need this camera, especially one that comes from Tartaglia. But when he considers its other uses, it quickly becomes something of value. He takes plenty of candid photos of you and he hangs them on the wall. He bought a strand of fairy lights, which have been draped over his bed frame and hang low, and he’s attached his favorite photos to the clips. He looks up at these pictures as he falls asleep and, like the stars in the vast, brilliant sky, counts them.

The next time he meets you you’re on the balcony, and this time you’re counting stars. It’s a Saturday evening and, miraculously, things are comfortably quiet.

“No R-rated movies tonight?”

You glance at him and smirk. “Only fluff.”

Scaramouche props one elbow on the railing and rests his cheek in his hand. “Looks more like sad, teenage angst to me.”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“Someone’s nosy tonight.”

“Then forget I asked.”

“Nah. I’ll tell you.” You turn to face him, fingers wrapping around the bannister, and he wishes those perfect hands could wrap around other things. “Has anyone ever pressured you to do something you didn’t want to do?”

He finds himself nodding despite not having any examples at the forefront of his mind.

“Then you probably get how annoying it is.”

“All the time,” he admits, but it feels more like a lie. He frowns at nothing in particular.

“Most of my friends are married and everyone in my circle thinks I should do the same.”

“Your circle sucks.”

That squeezes a laugh out of you. The corners of his lips quirk upwards upon hearing the delightful sound.

“What about you?”

“Marriage?” he echoes, perplexed. “Settling down is…a commitment.”

He realizes, in that very moment, that he’s never dwelled on marriage and long-term relationships. And now that you’ve put such a thought in his head, he thinks that married life with you wouldn’t be so bad.

“What if we were married instead?”

You recoil, genuinely shocked, and laugh awkwardly. “Uh, what?”

“You want all of those idiots to stop pestering you, right?”

“I mean, it would be nice. Yeah. But I don’t see how—”

“We could pretend. Make it a fake marriage.” He hopes his shrug looks nonchalant because he is far from nonchalant.

“Why? I thought you hated me.”

“Not enough to pretend to marry you.”

“Huh…” Your fingers drum along the railing. “Huh. This is a first.”

Scaramouche is certain an arrangement like this is good practice. Not only can he learn more about you, he can experience how it feels to know you on a deeper level. That, and it’ll help him avoid scandals. Online sleuths are quite skillful and if anyone knew he was dating it would stir up annoying nonsense. Though he hardly cares about his reputation as much as he cares for you, it’s still something he has to take into consideration when it comes to money.

Maybe he’s counted too many stars tonight. There’s no way he’d ever ask something so foolish under other circumstances. But maybe it’s because he’s been itching to get closer to you. Stalking you isn’t enough. Taking photographs isn’t enough. Daydreaming isn’t enough.

He needs to be inside your apartment, inside your life, inside you, forcing his way into your heart and making a permanent residence there. All he needs to do is charm you. You’ll see how good he is, and once you do there will be no need to watch your every move.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you mutter. “You’d better be a good husband.”

“I’ll be the best,” he replies with a cocky smirk.

“All right, Scary.” You hold your hand out, leaning over the railing to reach him, and your smile sparks pure joy in his chest. “We’ll pretend to be a married couple for a little while. At least until everyone stops bothering me.”

His hand fits into yours and the two of you shake. Scaramouche can’t believe this is happening. His spontaneous plan is starting to look more solid with each passing second.

“I look forward to meeting your friends and family,” he jests and you laugh.

“Likewise.” Situated against a starry backdrop, you really are the best dream he could ever have.

That night, Scaramouche does a drinking stream to celebrate. And come tomorrow he’ll begin to put his slowly forming plan into action.

[merakiui]

HELP KUNIKUWU HAS ME IN A GRASP. A horny take BUT imagine if during the party you ended up forgetting some things at the office and need to return. Out of curiosity, Kuni follows in pursuit. Maybe both of you are tipsy so he gradually gets the courage to confess in a very.. heated.. way. Taking you against your own employers desk 👉👈

OOOO YES YES! OTL

It’s even better if you hardly remember that night come the next day. >:) you wake up in Kuni’s house, bundled up in blankets on a very comfortable king-sized bed and there’s water and some medicine on the bedside table. Kuni’s already up, scrolling through a tablet and cataloguing last month’s expenses, and you’re hit with so much horror when you walk through his house and find him sitting at the kitchen bar, working his afternoon away.

The night is very hazy. You remember you got into a drinking competition with Tartaglia—a foolish endeavor considering he knows very well how to hold his alcohol and will never back down from a challenge. And then Dottore was talking about some files or something—it’s hard to remember—and you’d realized at that moment that you forgot to pack your work folder into your briefcase on your way out. You’d been so excited for the party and ringing in the New Year that you left work in a hurry. So you’d gone back to the office and…that’s it.

Common sense tells you that you definitely found your way to Kuni at some point and that the two of you made it back to his place. But you’re not naked. In fact, you’re wearing one of Kuni’s shirts. The picture becomes increasingly clear the more you dwell on these details and you feel so terrible for dragging him into your mess, even if it was a mess the both of you probably enjoyed. But when you confront him and sincerely apologize, he looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“We didn’t do anything. You were intoxicated and that old fool wasn’t going to bring you home, and you were too far gone to articulate your address. So I brought you here,” Kuni explains, his eyes never leaving his screen. “And then you threw up on yourself and I couldn’t just let you sleep in my nice, comfortable bed when you were so filthy. So I changed your clothes for you and you fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow. That’s all.”

His response is so concise that it’s hard to find any fault in it. It sounds reasonable, even if the part about him undressing you while you were just barely conscious unnerves you a little.

“I believe I’m owed a ‘thank you’ after all the trouble I endured,” he snaps, and this time his head lifts to look you in the eyes.

“O-Oh, right! Thank you…and I’m sorry. This is kind of awkward right now, so I’ll just…be on my way. Just tell me where my clothes are and I’ll change and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

What a way to start your New Year…

Kuni agrees and tells you exactly where you can find your clothes, which have been washed and folded in a neat pile. The fabric smells of lilacs and vanilla and you heave a relieved sigh as you change. Yet something doesn’t feel right. You’re not sure what it is, but the feeling that there’s something else going on persists when you observe his spacious master bedroom. Surely you’re just overthinking things. You don’t even have any visible markings or love bites. Maybe you’re too hungover and paranoid.

Paranoid. Why are you paranoid? What’s there to be paranoid about?

Kuni bids you a terse farewell. See you at work. Right. Work. He’s your superior and yet he took such good care of you. He didn’t have to do that. You’ve always thought he was a grumpy man with a bad temperament, but the fact that he went out of his way to help you when you were too drunk to do much of anything is…nicer than you’d expect from him.

When you’re gone, Kuni releases an exhausted sigh. Thankfully his shirt covers the scratch marks on his back… Honestly, you’re so troublesome sometimes. Do you have any idea just how much he loves you? You did—last night, that is—but you don’t remember. Of course not. Why would you? He was foolish to think any of his tipsy confession would stick with you. But it’s not as if this is a step in the wrong direction. He got to see a new side of you last night and he was able to touch and kiss and love you. And you’d told him the sweetest things. There’s no way you could ever betray him when you’re in such a state.

But in the event that you do, there’s a special room in his expensive penthouse that’s awaiting a permanent tenant.

[merakiui]

Mera! HELLO ITS BEEN AWHILE! I managed to get a c2 r0 Scara and named him Kazuyuki (I forgot the meaning behind it as Im brainfarting horribly) but Ive been having thoughts of omegaverse a lot recently so consider: Omegaverse with Kunicat but you yourself have a set of animal ears and tail (either a cat like him or any other animal, you choose!) I actually dont have a concrete scenario for it other than maybe you being a stray and Dottore takes you in. Of course theres banter between yourself and Kuni due to you being in his territory but that all changes when you go into heat/rut and Kunis instincts are going absolutely nuts now.

I hope you've been well! Been busy lately with making appointments and the holidays and haven't been checking up on your blog so I just spent a good 2-3 hours catching up on everything. Seeing the previews of your works gets me so hype to read them when they eventually are finished 💅🏻 Tyt in creating them, they'll be amazing!

Hello hello!!!! :D a big congratulations on c2 Scara and his weapon!!!!! The name you chose for him is very beautiful!

Omg omegaverse with Kunicat!!!! Since it's the year of the rabbit, maybe darling is a bunny! He doesn't like you at first because you're encroaching on his territory and he'd much rather live alone instead of having to share his surroundings with another. He hisses and swipes at you if you get too close to him, but the day you go into heat/rut is when everything changes. Kunicat's eyes are blown so wide the minute your enticing scent fills the air, and now he doesn't know what to do with himself because his instincts are telling him to stuff you full while his heart is wondering what these feelings are. He will be so protective and even more territorial of you afterwards. Dottore breathes near you and he's ready to attack.

Aaaa you've given me so many omegaverse Kunicat thoughts now!!! Imagine if Dottore takes in another stray (a mischievous alpha fox who may or may not be Foxtaglia >:D) and now Kunicat is even more possessive of you!! Thinking so hard about this... orz the intense rivalry between Kunicat and Foxtaglia... orz orz

[merakiui]

Mera.. I saw the Kunikowo (I cant remember the way you spelt it) BUT I NEED TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS 👁👁 I am looking like a whore rn

AAAA YES!!!

I have so many thoughts and they’re all scattered, but I love the idea of (modern au) Kunikuwu who works a draining office job, hates his coworkers with a passion (but that’s just because he’s too scared of letting any of them get close enough for a friendship and they also annoy the soul out of him), and has been crushing on the secretary from Dottore’s department for so long now. Too long, actually. It’s been years and he cannot bring himself to confess or do anything remotely romantic because he’s so terrified of you betraying him if he pursues any relationship outside of the professional work one the two of you have established. You think he hates you because he’s always in a bad mood whenever Dottore sends you to deliver some files to him, and he almost never smiles (unless it’s in sarcastic retort to his other colleagues), so you try your best to avoid Kuni’s ire. 

Kuni thinks he knows what type of person you are, but when he finds himself at the company’s New Years party and he sees you loosen up alongside your coworkers he realizes his observation was completely wrong. Your work persona isn’t your actual personality. You’re so much more lively and fun. You really are the sun to Kuni’s moon, and he realizes right then and there that his feelings run deeper than he thought. 

[merakiui]

Scara is one of those sex androids used for intimacy right? That makes me wonder, how realistic would the dick be? 🤔 Would it feel real and still work as a human dick would? I can imagine that a similar liquid that shares the same consistency but not be real cum. - Vaus

(nsfw)

It's surprisingly realistic, so much so that it functions similarly to a human's but feels smooth and soft like a silicone dildo. Although there are some obvious differences. For one, Scara has to run a specific program in order to make it erect, and it is possible of ejaculating (so long as he runs another program to do that as well). Once he’s more sentient or ‘human,’ it becomes easier to do these things without the need for a command.

He can also produce a liquid that has somewhat of a similar consistency and appearance as cum, but it’s water-based and can easily be refilled should his internal system run low on it.

[merakiui]

No thoughts other than being bred in the changing room by employee!scaramouche - Vaus, again with horny thoughts for short men 😔

OHH WAIT OMG!!

This makes me think of Scaramouche who works in retail and he absolutely despises it with a great passion. He comes into work with the most bitter attitude, hates having to smile and act nice to the customers, and is ready to throw hands the minute someone tries to argue the return policy. There is lots of hatred that fits into his small body and he has no one to take it out on. :(

So the first time the two of you fuck in the changing room—it awakens something in him and he realizes you’re his stress relief. It’ll become an almost weekly occurrence whenever the two of you are on the same shift, where he’ll just yank you into the room during break (sometimes even while he’s meant to be working) and shove you against the wall with a low hiss of “don’t make any noise.” You’ll see your reflection in the foggy mirror, as well as Scaramouche’s furrowed brow and narrowed eyes as he unbuckles his belt. He always cums inside because it’s convenient and he won’t have to worry about cleaning up the mess. Just be his personal hole for a few minutes and he’ll be ready to get back out there!

[merakiui]

Ah Mera.. imagine getting a pet such as a cat when living with Kazuha and Scara (hell let’s throw the aloof Xiao in there too) and instead of giving them affection you give the cat it! All of the kisses and scratches, how could you :(? - Vaus, who loves her cat too much

They have never wanted to be a cat so badly in their lives. >:( aaaa the three of them are so jealous. How can a cat get more love than the three of them combined? It’s really not fair; they want to be at the receiving end of all of your kisses! I do think the cat would grow on them, especially the grumpy Scara and Xiao. Kazuha warms up to your cat right away and he’s more than happy to play with it. Scara complains about every aspect of the cat, but he secretly enjoys seeing how you light up whenever you’re near your cat. And Xiao just,,, quietly sulks about not receiving your attention. Like Scara, he’ll act like it doesn’t matter in the slightest. But the truth is that it matters a lot and Xiao really wants you to give him lots of love, too.