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Hey dear! May I request a headcanon about

Scaramouche, Kazuha and Xiao with a Female Reader who has Angelic Wings, and is an Angel?

𐙚 anemo boys with an angel reader

┊scaramouche; kazuha; xiao x angel!reader

❥ warnings : NSFW; f!reader; they're all a bit manipulative, I'm sry; dub-con?; public sex; breeding kink; innocent reader?; is It scummy too? idk; raw sex; cumming inside; oral (f!receiving); mean scara; boob sucking

❥ a/n : I made it nsfw with fluff ig (I didn't know if it was meant to be nsfw, I'm sry if it's wrong!). Also, I made 3 different headcanons for each one, Idk if you wanted it like that, I really hope I did well thoo. Thanks for the awesome request!! 🩷

I don't know why, but XIAO seems to me to be the possessive type too (or maybe I just really love characters written like that).

・I know that at the same time he doesn't want to admit it, he can't let go of you. Even if you're not in his field of vision, he'll always be there to protect you while you do your work, unbeknownst to you.

・He would tell himself that it's because you're too naive, and that while you're in Liyue, he needs to keep an eye out for any abnormalities.

・You kinda fit into an abnormality if he really thinks about it, possessing long wings composed of beautiful white feathers. He pressures you to answer his questions at the beginning to find out where you came from, simply answering that you had fallen from the sky. He would contradict you at any opportunity he had to demand for the truth, and he'd not stop following you until he found out (he never did, because that's simply the true).

・And when you stopped pretending you didn't notice his presence following you around, — calling his name out loud and sighing deeply — he'd be so embarrassed that he'd stay away for a while, only to regret it as soon as he came back and found you with another man.

・The way you laugh sweetly while hugging his arm between your breasts, oblivious to the way the poor guy's face reddens completely and he starts stumbling through words pops a vein on Xiao's forehead. How could you maintain such an innocent appearance and not know what you were getting yourself into? Honestly... He would have to knock some sense into you!

・Your surprise when Xiao brings up the topic "sex" tells him everything he needs to know. You're not afraid to be curious, exactly because you don't know what it means to make love. From your shy personality, he knew you'd get embarrassed once he taught you everything you didn't already know.

・He tries to get it into your head that you should be careful with other men who aren't like him, because humans only think about the pleasure of the flesh. Your answer, however, leaves him surprised. How come you don't believe him? "Sex can't be that good" you say?

...

You whimper as your insides stretch to make way for Xiao's length between your tight walls in pure impatience. He leaves you with your back to him, drooling on the floor as his balls slap against your needy clit.

"U-urgh! Now you know..." he slides his fingers over your nipples and makes you shiver, begging him to slow down and take it easy, but they reach your clit, where he increases the pleasure you felt in ten times. "Y-Now you know how cruel this world is, don't you?" he grunts, slamming himself into you harder and molding your pussy to the shape of his cock.

Until recently, you didn't even know what sex was and a new world opened up in front of you. The way he brought orgasm after orgasm out of you without rest. It was too much, but still so good...

Deep down, Xiao would feel guilty for cumming inside you so many times without making you aware of the consequences. He liked the feeling for some reason, he liked seeing the hot liquid drip from your privates every time he thrust inside you hard, but would you even be able to bear his offsprings as a divine being?

・Despite everything, he embarrassingly makes sure to ask if you're okay at the end of it all. His voice carries the same tone of seriousness as always, but his mumbles gives away how nervous he feels.

・ Your tiredness doesn't stop you from smiling softly in his direction and nodding. You initiate the caresses and reassurance because you feel he needs it right now. And your heart feels warm watching the way his eyes close as you draw circles on his back with your hand, making Xiao relax (a luxury he doesn't often have).

KAZUHA was kind to you from the beginning. You didn't know anything about this world, but he guided you during your journeys together, somehow without ever asking you about your origins, maybe because he wanted to give you some space and avoid to make you uncomfortable.

・You never had so many close friends, so you didn't suspect anything when Kazuha was too touchy with you. He would caress your cheek with his thumb and look deep into your eyes sometimes, seeming to undress from just looking at your face like he could see right through you.

"You're so soft..." he would comment, his voice dreaming as he ran his palms up and down your arms and made a shiver run up your spine. "Can I touch you here?" His eyes would finally move away from your body to meet yours for permission, pointing to the pair of wings that rested on your back.

・ Your cheeks reddened without you saying anything. Maybe he was just very curious, nothing to worry about...

・However, it was a result of never having your wings touched before that you now found yourself breathing heavily, trying to hold in the sounds that threatened to escape your lips as he gently felt the softness of your feathers.

・When a soft moan finally reaches Kazuha's ears he finally looks at you. His mouth half-open, soon giving way to a sly smile that leaves you slightly worried about his next actions.

"N-nmh—! T-too much!! Kazuha..." his cock strokes against your womb in slow, deep thrusts, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he used his fingertips to stimulate your sensitive wings over and over again, like a child who had just been given a new toy to play with.

You try to hide your face in embarrassment at being seen in this state, acting so weird and dirty right in front of him. But your arms are pushed to the side of your head, fingers intertwined with Kazuha's, who pinned you down and used your vulnerable moment as an advantage to go deeper inside your wet pussy.

・When he were finished filling you full of his seed, he would take the time to admire the sexy sight in front of him: your limp body lying on the bed, your hair messy, breathing heavy, and your feathers a mess because of him.

・The scene is so stimulating that he can't help but put your heavy thighs over his shoulders and sniff between your legs. His breath so close to your core making you jumb in surprise and your clit throb once again.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed, love..." his tongue gives an experimental prod to your entrance, taking in your precious essence. "Each part of you is sweeter than the other." he smiles softly before starting to suck you like a champ. His tongue moving in and out of you, tasting your mixed liquids without a care in the world.

"Is it sweet just for me?" you whine loudly, and he takes that as an answer. Sucking your insides for long minutes and making you cum inside his mouth until nothing else came out, because you deserved all the care in the world.

・ From then on, any opportunity he had to touch your body, give you love, and shove his nose into your butt he would take advantage of. Because nothing is fairer than receiving all the affection from your very first friend, and him being able to explore your curves as much as he wanted, since you were so different and he was just curious...

Ever since SCARAMOUCHE first saw you, he knew he needed to corrupt you.

・ He'd get so angry when he saw that smile from corner to corner on your beautiful face. He just wanted to unmask you in front of everyone else who said you were a sweet and naive girl. Nobody can keep a facade for that long!

・Scaramouche knows how to pretend to be helpful and kind when necessary for his own gain, and you would fall like a duckling. Even when he offered to help you carry bowls of harra fruits and knocked everything over with an "oops, I'm so sorry!" synically. And even when he stretched his foot in front of you so that you fell and he could take a peek at your flowery panties, you always forgave him.

・His little tricks were developing into something more since the latter wasn't working at all. Now you strangely no longer had any effort in getting Scaramouche to approach you, because he himself was going to you, hugging your body and putting his face between your breasts, claiming to like your body heat.

・You felt a little tingle between your breasts, and your nipples hardened when he was so close. Scaramouche noticed this, and used it as an excuse to pull down your clothes and suck on your boobs.

・Your eyes widened in surprise. Eyebrows arching as you hugged both of your bodies with your wings so that you couldn't be seen acting so... Sinful. Your first instinct would be to scold him, but the spell backfired against you when he asked back with an false obliviously scattered on his face "what's wrong with that?"

"U-Uuh? Well I-"

"You don't know it, do you?" he interrupts you and smiles, hungry eyes staring up into yours as he sticks out his tongue to tease your nipples, eliciting a long whine from you. "I'm just trying to help you. Can't you see it?" you are speechless. It does feel good... So it can't be bad, can it?

You feel more uncomfortable between your legs. A new feeling that made you rub your thighs together in search of some relief. And maybe that's what Scaramouche was trying to tell you.

"H-help me... Please..." your voice came out in a whisper, pleading for him to do something to make this feeling stop. He notices the wet spot staining your tight shorts and contains a chuckle to himself as he pulls down your undergarments.

・So you find yourself in this situation: your legs spread wide with you two sitting on top of a rock while Scaramouche gave you his medicine, which meant stretching you out from the insides with his thick cock that he swore would help.

・One of your best friends, Venti, questioned you about your position, unaware of Scaramouche's presence between your legs as he covered your breasts with his saliva and sucked on it desperately, gushing shot after shot of his cum deep inside your womb in front of the anemo archon in person.

・Your wings embraced both of you, but he could only see you hiding your body without knowing why. Your face is red and your eyebrows are drawn together as if you have a fever. It was all very suspicious, but he couldn't tell what it was...

・And if Scaramouche was feeling generous today, he wouldn't speed up his movements and wouldn't let you get caught in the act in front of Venti. Although it was tempting to think about the squelching sounds your intimacy would make and the screams of pleasure you would let out. Not to mention that he could finally unmask you in front of everyone.

・He stops, giving your soaked pussy two “good job” pats. Only because he knows he'll want more of it in the future... Certainly not because deep down he started to favour you and care about your well-being!

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ONCE AGAIN. MY TERRIBLE TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS RESULT IN ME PULLING AN ALL-NIGHTER TO FINISH A CONTEST ENTRY. FUCK

anyways, made this for track 1 of the fontainalia film festival poster contest hoyo was running. im never drawing shouki no kami ever again

[im-a-moldy-bread]

Where Did The Years Go?

Yan Scaramouche x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You said you understood him. So why do you plan to leave him too?

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, Scara is in his Kabukimono era, thoughts of murdering the Reader, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 800.

*~*~*~*

Dendrobium could only grow in areas where Celestia is blind. Kabukimono knew that, almost more than he knew anything else. The Dendrobium blooming next to a grave long since abandoned, much like the rest of this island, has no one to watch over it, no one aside from you and him. The seven red flowers sprouting in the tomb were unloved by this world, much like Kabukimono once used to be before he found a home within you, his beloved. 

The flower had many names, unlike the unmarked, broken stone that hid some sort of rotting human beneath the soil. The Flower of Poison because of the stamens which are indeed poisonous to mortals unlike himself, intended to keep pests like mice away from the inner parts. The Flower of Death was another ominous title since the flowers are said to bloom only when an Inazuman is said to cross over to the other side after passing on, be it from old age, disease, or some slow and painful death they either did or did not deserve. Sometimes, when you are feeling guilty enough, you visit this grave too, and sit down to meditate, contemplating what your mother is doing in the afterlife if it even existed. Perhaps this was why you were given a Vision, the shade of that of the tea you often brewed for both Kabikumono and yourself, a bright green color that dared not dwindle. The Flower of The Other Shore is also a common label for Dendrobium because when a soul passes the river they are said to be greeted by a field of them. Kabukimono ponders for a moment, leaning down to pick out a petal, playing with it between his thumb and pointer finger, stopping when he hears you call out his name, followed by the slightly loud note of a bell. He leans back down and buries the petal within the soil of the grave, bowing before hurrying off in the direction of your home.

Today’s dinner is a combination of what you both managed to gather. Kabukimono gathered the fish and seaweed, while you cooked the rice from the small field outside your home, along with some Lavender Melon. Your meals are often like this, Kabukimono found out a few days into him becoming a resident here for the time being, that what you ate depended heavily on the weather and the harvest. He promises himself that one day he will treat you to a meal and life so grand that you will never go back to foraging all day to just be barely given enough to scrape by. 

Seven months have passed since he first arrived here, according to you. He hopes that this life will continue to get better and that he will be able to give you the life you deserve.

“Kabukimono,” The saying of your name is unusually deflated like it has been the past week or so. “I… have to tell you something, alright?”

“Absolutely! Tell me anything, anything at all.”

What comes out of your mouth is not what he wanted to hear at all. “I… I’m leaving Yashiori Island.”

“...Huh?” He looks down at the small bowls that are in the center of the two of you. His side, as usual, has more food than yours, because you keep saying you cannot bear to see him go hungry. “Why?”

“There is not enough food. Not enough… anything. The thunderstorms are getting much worse too… I can’t live here anymore.”

You think this is the first time you have been scared of Kabukimono, because that new expression he is wearing is utterly terrifying.

“I… I’m sorry, Kabukimono. I’m… leaving for Inazuma City soon.”

He smiles, and in the blink of an eye, he is standing up and then your foreheads are touching, his hands grabbing your shoulders so tightly you could feel them almost dislocate. 

“No, you’re not, because that’s awfully selfish of you! My [First] would never do such a thing, right? They wouldn’t leave me alone to starve and cry and be covered in filth.”

Being aware that you are unaware of his non-human nature, yet acknowledging your uncontainable empathy, makes employing this strategy even simpler. It works every time you want to leave.

“Here, you can have my portion for tonight, alright? Just… Just don’t leave me. Please?” After a moment of silence, along with the tears that trickle down your cheeks, he knows he has one, at least for now. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, [First].”

When you don’t answer again, looking to the side, to the bag of your essentials, Kabukimono wonders if that grave would have enough room for two and not just one.

But he dismisses it because surely, you’ll be with him forever, right?

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ unexpected development ! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

summary ⁠☆ you get transported into your favorite otome game’s world as a shitty side character with a raging death flag. you try to prevent your inevitable destruction... but it doesn't go according to plan as much as you'd hope.

notes ☆ of course it's another scaramouche fic except this time it's plot is manhwa inspired

“This trashy game!” you curse, watching the pitch black GAME OVER screen linger in your phone. Happy music plays despite the current cg of your character at the hands of the tyrant character slash love interest Scaramouche. You sigh, tapping on the back button. “I was so close to completing his route… stupid, stupid game, ugh…”

Teyvat’s Seven Stars was a new otome game that you'd tried out for fun, bored out of your mind. The amazing art and soundtrack garnered your interest, not to mention the male leads were totally your type!

It had an array of tropes and spared no expense of flowery scenes and fanservicey excerpts that made you play despite its massive cashgrab feature. Heart fluttering near death scenes! Action packed romantic scenes with the main characters! It was consuming you and you loved it.

Even if the Scaramouche route was testing your patience.

You get that he was the most difficult to conquer out of all of them, but really, one! wrong! move! ….and an immediate gameover. Life sucks when he's your favorite character, and when your favorite character was notoriously known for having a horrid and difficult complete clear route that no one has completed yet, of course you needed to complete it, no matter what!

Damn it, now you've run out of love points to restart another run. Fuck you, system! Stupid trashy money grabbing game! You put down your phone, closing it. An immediate heavy weight settles on your shoulders, making you feel sleepy as you clutch your phone to bed.

Tomorrow… you'll complete his route for sure…

[ TEYVAT’S SEVEN STARS SYSTEM ACTIVATED! RUNNING GAME FILE NOW ]

Ah. You should've known what was coming.

—

[ CHARACTER FILE: [NAME] [LAST NAME] - CROWN PRINCE KUNIKUZUSHI’S BETROTHED! ]

What the fuck.

You think you've lost feeling in your jaw when the glare of the system shines bright, mocking you.

“[Name], you're awake!” You turn to the sound, and you face probably the most beautiful person you've ever seen. No, what the hell. You've seen him before.

Beautiful silky dark hair, glossy electric indigo eyes, a perpetual aura of ethereal lightness…. the game descriptions weren't lying after all. yes, you weren't dreaming. This was Scaramouche, or should you say at this point in time… Kunikuzushi?

He immediately clings to you. Oh. Oh. Well fuck. “I… uh.”

Scara- ahem, Kunikuzushi’s eyes are littered with tears and oh no you're a weak hearted person for your favorite character. “I'm so glad you're okay! I'm sorry, my mother- I mean, I'm so glad you're okay.”

The rest of the moments is a blur when your… fiance? betrothed? fills you in on what happened. Your mind is fuzzy and you can only piece together just a rough summary of what point in the game you're in.

So, you are currently three years early from the main story. Unfortunately, you are not either of the main protagonists Lumine or Aether. No, the system apparently hates you for being a hater and gave you the most egregious role.

A side character. A side character who barely even appears in the story, left to be trampled on by the story's plot. What's more, you're in the timeline wherein the current Kunikuzushi doesn't take the name Scaramouche because his Mother, the lone Queen Raiden Ei left him when he could not pass the Inazuma kingdom’s test to be worthy of the gnosis.

He took the name Scaramouche after being trained by the shady organization known as the Fatui, the main villainous force in the game and usurped his mother. In other words, a blackened tyrant character!

...And you were the betrothed his mother set for him - executed in the future because he didn't want any trace of Ei’s influence. Amazing.

The future Kunikuzushi would be an arrogant, tsundere and soft-for-only-one-person type of character, but now, he was like a gentle, tucked away from the world young prince.

Wait…. wasn’t he also gullible before?! Very cute, but it's no wonder he blackened so quickly with such a naive personality!

You, well, technically, the character [Name] [Last Name] ended up in this situation after they threatened to leave Kunikuzushi because he was far too fragile for their taste. A side character who’d contributed to Scaramouche’s blackening and paid for it with their life. That was who you were.

Okay, now you pity this boy a lot. He already had a traumatic childhood with Ei not giving him enough love and therefore a plethora of issues, and he'd even end up being a crazy tyrant who stopped at nothing to get the main protagonist in his grasp! For your death flag not to happen, you HAD to do something about that.

You had no choice.

To survive this horrendous fate, you came up with a plan. And that would be Plan give-kunikuzushi-all-the-love-in-the-word-before-he-meets-the-protagonist-and-turn-into-a-blackened-dark-tyrant!

Okay, lengthy plan, but to plan ahead is to be smart, so you can take care of the name later.

—

So far so good, this plan of yours. Plan get-kunikuzushi-to-turn-into-a-sparkly-prince character and not his blackened self was going well! (You gave up on thinking of a cool name) Thank god for cliche romance novels.

So far, you've increased your proximity to him, including him to spend time with you, showering him with bouts of affection and care. And so far, it's been paying off. The once secluded Prince has become so cute and so sweet!

You have to pat yourself on the back for this. You were doing the protagonist a huge favor that now they had a wonderful love interest in their sights for future reference.

Although, if there was one nitpick you had on your conduct, it would be the fact that Kunikuzushi didn't take kindly to others aside from you, and would even be panicked, utterly devastated if you even brought up the mere mention of leaving.

“Break… our engagement in the future?” if it weren't for him looking shell-shocked and deathly pale, the furrow on Kunikuzushi’s face would've been cute. “No! I don't want that! You aren't planning to leave me, are you?”

He gives you the most horrendous god kneeling look of a plea, and of course you drop the subject immediately.

“It was a joke, of course. I'd never want to break our engagement!” you hurriedly reassure, gently taking his hands in yours.

Kunikuzushi looks at you, all puppy eyes and pink cheeks. So cute. Who wouldn't want to stay by his side? You reassure him, “Whatever happens, I'll always stay by your side, okay?”

He looks at your intertwined hands with an unreadable expression on his face. “Do you promise?”

You nod. “I promise, Kuni.”

He nods, gripping your hands tighter, and his expression rivals a blazing sun, brimming with conviction as he pulls you in for a huge hug.

And of course, who wouldn't turn down an opportunity to hug their favorite character?

Surely this time, you’ll definitely escape the death flag and horrendous side character ending, right?!

You don't notice the shadow on Kuni’s face when the mere mention of being separated from you comes up.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what would happen if your Kunikuzushi met the protagonist. Would he immediately fall for them? you wonder, and an uncharacteristic pang of discomfort tugs at your chest. Ah, what would it matter.

You smile at the gentle, pristine and kind Kunikuzushi that's currently excitedly telling you about how Ei praised his sword skills after he beat his younger sister. Even if the main protagonist would come here, you could keep this adorable Kunikuzushi for yourself for just a little longer.

You kiss his cheek, and he heats up. Yes, the future can wait for now.

How the hell did it come to this?

“You told me you'd always stay by my side, right?” a hand slicked with blood is resting on the side of your face. Electric indigo eyes, these ones now having a ruthless glint to them, stare up at your own. “I've removed everything else that can take you away from me. Now, you have no reason to leave.”

By remove, he meant the man who'd decided to make a move on you after you went to the gardens for some fresh air. Hence the blood on his hands and sword, hence the reason why there's a dead body by your feet.

The once adorable and fair-faced Kunikuzushi still turned into Scaramouche after all, and you failed to prevent his blackening. He was truly, undoubtedly the same game Scaramouche.

But… Why was he acting like this? Wasn't this the exclusive feature only the protagonist should be experiencing?

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then the back of your palm. You blush.

Yes, he is now an extremely dangerous individual capable of executing anyone he deems appropriate to just for the sake of it, and yes, this same man is kneeling before you as you're just about to leave after the main storyline cg act just started. And yes, like the protagonist, you should stay far, far away from him.

But could you really? When he was pleading you with such an expression of longing and yearning? He takes your hand to caress it to the side of his face, eyes haughty and grin unsettling, gosh was he so… so attractive, like that.

“You won't leave, right?” Why was he so…. so sweet? Why was this scene structured as if you were the one he wanted to be with, not the protagonist? “You promised me, after all.”

….And why on earth did your heart leap out of your chest when he said he wanted you to stay?

(It was hard to pretend you didn't know why when the smile on your face said otherwise.)

1.5k words, only the real ones know that ive been planning a cliche otome game au since day 1 I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS FIC 😭 might turn this into a series if people like this though <3

@ MHIIEEE : do not repost, copy or plagiarize or claim my content or work as your own.

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hii, i hope you're doing well. I've been wanting to make a request for a while but i think they've been off, but anyways. I'd like to request a nsfw with athlete!scara and cheerleader!reader in which scara wins a game and wants a reward in the locker rooms. tysm !! <3

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Semi public. Scara receiving. Praise for Scaramouche.

I had trouble deciding what sport he would play, so it's not directly mentioned. I had fun writing this❤️

"Are you sure no one is around?" You asked, nuzzling your cheek against Scaramouche's hip while you palmed his cock. He thought your shy hesitation in the moment was adorable.

"Yes, I am sure," He reassured you, combing his fingers through your hair. He felt a shiver of anticipation go through him as you unzipped his pants.

Scoring the winning game point was one thing, but being rewarded by you in the locker room was something entirely better. His cock was already hardening at the sight of you on your knees topless in front of him, your cute cheerleader skirt hiked up around your thighs with a shy blush on your cheeks while you palmed and nuzzled on his cock.

"You deserve this," You took his cock out, licking a slow line up his length. You drug your tongue slowly over the tip, kitten licking before sucking it into your mouth for a moment, "without you the team wouldn't have won the game."

Scaramouche let out a shaky shy, his cock throbbing from how wet and soft your tongue felt sucking and lapping at his precum. Your tongue curled warm and languid, prodding at the vein that bulged to the surface.

"You did so well, the shining star of the entire game," You went on, looking up at him adoringly as you took his cock into your mouth. You vibrated a loving moan on his cock.

Scaramouche moaned, softly at first like he was overwhelmed by how good your mouth on his cock. Praise from you made him weak in the knees, keening a louder groan from him as his hand found the back of your head.

He stroked your hair appreciatively, pushing your mouth down onto his cock. "Fuck you are so good to me," He moaned, holding your head in place while he slowly thrust into your mouth.

You coughed, your throat feeling heavenly spasming and convulsing on his cock as it hit the back of your throat. He couldn't stop the moans that spilled from his mouth, gripping your hair tight as his eyes rolled closed.

Scaramouche had to lean against the lockers, his cock throbbing strong on your mouth as you sucked. "Praise me more," He moaned, pushing his cock into your throat again before he took your mouth off it.

You licked and sucked the head of his cock. "Nobody came close to comparing to you out there. You shined brighter than anyone playing. You stroked and pumped your hand while you talked, "I could barely take my eyes off you."

Scaramouche pushed his cock back into your mouth, losing himself to pleasure of your mouth and your praise. His moans were starting to echo through the locker room, bleeding into whimpers when you sucked harder every few thrusts.

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彡 ❛ I LOVE YOU ! ❜ SCARAMOUCHE

imagine scaramouche breaking in and breeding you.

warnings :: nsfw. 18+ content. creampie. unprotected sex. breaking in. scummy scaramouche. somnophilia. mentions of past non-con (this fic is consensual though!) breeding kink + mention of having children.

notes :: finally writing for scara ! this fic took me soo much effort to write because i've been having major writers block aaah ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The shattered shards of glass on the ground scattered as his body made its way in, stepping through the window and landing gracefully. The moonlight shone on the floor of the bedroom he entered, the figure on the bed sleeping soundly as the breeze from the broken window blew their hair slightly. His gaze was fixated on you, the smile that was on his face nothing more than sinister. He approached the bed slowly, making his way around it until he stopped by your side, his eyes examining your form as you laid under the blanket.

The man bent down until his lips were at your ear, "Oh (Y/N)~" he cooed softly. "Wake up, sleepy head." He whispered, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. Your face scrunched up as his fingers brushed against your skin, your eyes fluttering open slightly before closing again. Scaramouche frowned at your lack of reaction, his hand going under the covers and sliding down to your hips. "Oh, (Y/N).. Thats no fun.." He pouted, his fingers hooking on the hem of your shorts. "Don't you wanna show me some love, baby? Didn't you miss me?" He asked as his fingers slipped into your shorts, his fingers rubbing on the thin fabric of your panties. A soft noise escaped you, your thighs moving together to push his hand away. "Hm.." Scaramouche thought for a moment, his fingers stopping their actions as he looked down at you. "Why are you always so mean to me, huh? Everytime i try to fuck you, you push me away or start screaming for help." He complained. "I just wanted to give you my love.. Is that too much to ask for?" He sighed, his fingers going back to stroking the front of your panties. "You can't even appreciate my affection, darling. That really hurts my feelings." Scaramouche puffed his cheeks slightly, his fingers slipping under your panties and touching the soft skin of your cunt.

"But that doesn't matter." He hummed, his fingers tracing along your slit and rubbing against your clit. You squirmed slightly, letting out a small whine. "You're gonna give me the attention I want, whether you like it or not." Scaramouche declared, his free hand ripping the blanket off of you and throwing it across the room. "So don't even try to get away from me." He hissed, his fingers teasing your entrance as he climbed on top of you. Your body flinched when his hands grabbed at your thighs, pushing them apart as he situated himself between them. He let out a low groan, his hips rutting against yours, "Shit, baby." He breathed, his clothed cock pressing against your pussy. You turned your head, your eyes slowly opening as his movements got rougher. "Scara..?" You called out tiredly, his movements stopping immediately as he looked down at you with wide eyes. "Ah, fuck." Scaramouche muttered.

His face scrunched up as he started thinking about what to do, his fingers still in your panties. His thoughts were interrupted by your sudden moan, his hips thrusting forward instinctively as you arched your back. "Scara.." You moaned out, your hand reaching down and grabbing his wrist. Scaramouche let out a shaky sigh, his eyes closing as his fingers rubbed your clit slowly. "Shit, I can't stop now." He groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants as he listened to you moaning his name. He pressed his fingers down on your clit, the pleasure causing your hips to buck against him. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, his hips rocking against you as his other hand pushed his pants down. "Don't scream, okay? Don't scream this time, don't call for help.." Scaramouche begged as his cock slid against your slick cunt. "I need it.. I really fucking need it." He grunted, his head dipping down and resting against your shoulder. "I'll be quick, I promise." He mumbled, his fingers pulling your panties aside and gripping his cock. "So please don't ruin this for me.." He breathed as the head of his cock slipped inside you, his hips slowly thrusting forward and letting you take him inch by inch. "Oh.. Oh shit.." He cursed, his cock bottoming out in your tight heat. He panted against your neck, his hand grabbing the front of your shirt and lifting it up. He leaned back, his eyes focused on the soft mounds of your chest as he pulled his hips back. "I-I can't hold back.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips thrusting forward and bottoming out once again. His eyes snapped shut, his cock twitching inside you as he let out a strained groan.

His thrusts were shallow and slow, the man above you shaking with need. He whimpered softly, his fingers pinching your nipple. "Oh fuck, (Y/N).." He whispered, his hips rocking against yours as he tried his best to keep himself composed. His hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers brushing against the slight bump on your lower stomach. "Look, baby.. Can you feel me here?" He panted, his cock throbbing as he pressed down on the bulge. You whined, your hips rocking against his in an attempt to take his cock deeper. "Shit.." Scaramouche gritted his teeth, his hips pulling back and slamming forward, your slick walls clinging to his cock and pulling him deeper. "Oh god, baby.." He moaned, his resolve breaking as he started to desperately rut into you. "I need it.. Oh fuck, I need it.." Scaramouche whined, his hands grabbing the front of your shirt as he slammed his cock into your heat. His moans filled the room, his mouth hanging open as he pounded into you. "F-fuck, I love you, baby." He stuttered, his fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly, before tearing it down the middle. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, his mouth watering at the sight. "S-so beautiful.." Scaramouche whispered, his hands palming your breasts as his hips moved faster. "I-I love you.." He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy as he felt his climax nearing. "I love you, s-so let's have children, o-okay?" Scaramouche suggested, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he fucked into you. "A-and we can get married a-and.." He trailed off, his moans interrupting his train of thought. He leaned down, his hands grabbing your waist as his hips rocked against yours. "Just- Just marry me, okay?" He asked, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

The bed creaked underneath the two of you, his hips snapping forward harshly. Your moans rang through the air, the wet sounds of his cock sliding into your cunt adding to the obscene symphony. You gasped, your back arching off the bed. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit..fuck!" Scaramouche babbled, his cock throbbing inside you. His movements became erratic, his hips sloppily rocking against yours. He leaned down, his arms wrapping around your waist and hugging you close to his chest. "Please, please, please.." He moaned, "Cumming inside.. cumming..i'm cumming..cum with me..oh, oh.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep in your pussy. You let out a loud moan, your walls clenching around his cock as you reached your climax, his cum filling you up as he fucked you through your high. You panted heavily, your body twitching every few seconds. Scaramouche let out a strained groan, his hips grinding against yours slowly. He stayed still, his cock still twitching and throbbing as his cum leaked out of you.

Scaramouche lifted his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours. His lips curled up into a lazy smile, his hand reaching up and caressing your cheek. He leaned forward, his lips connecting with yours in a slow kiss. "Mm.." He hummed, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him access to deepen the kiss. Scaramouche tilted his head, his tongue tangling with yours, the two of you letting out soft moans as his cock throbbed inside you. Scaramouche broke the kiss, his tongue licking along your bottom lip, before pulling away completely. "Did such a good job..took me so well.." Scaramouche purred, his cock slowly sliding out of you, before plunging back in. "Mm..love you." He mumbled, his hips moving in small circles. "I love you so much.."

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Gamer!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluffy fluff fluff Humor. Scara laughing and being in love.

I do intend to write smut later, but this idea popped into my head. The image of this man bursting out into genuine laughter at something he thought was really funny is just 🥰😌 Inspired by a Tik Tok and directional confusion for the Seelie event.

As good as Scaramouche was at video games, he had his off days like everyone else (it made him pissy to admit it). He was missing shots that he normally made easily while he was live streaming a first person shooter game.

"Your aim sucks today, my love," You said, grinning as you came into view on the camera to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks turned a dark crimson. "Yeah, whatever. You think you can do better?" The blushed darkened more when a few messages popped up in the chat box saying things like, "Hey look, Scara's wife is here!"

"Get your eyes back in your heads, fools," He snarled a little at the screen.

"Hmph, I probably could do better," You said, crossing your arms and looking away from him. He knew your blustering was to cover up how shy you felt.

Scaramouche sat back and handed you the controller. "Okay, let's see it then," He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the spot he enjoyed having you the most when you played games on a live stream with him: his lap.

"Fine, you'll be putting your money where your mouth is," Settling onto his lap, a little bit of a nervous smile on your face, you took the controller. It always made you a little nervous to live on camera with him. His fingers rubbed at your hip soothingly.

Now, whenever you played a game with him on a stream, there were a lot of moments where it showed that Scaramouche is genuinely in love with you.

The way he beamed at you with pride when you made a perfect shot. If you looked unsure of when to shoot, he put his hands on yours and helped you aim. "That's my girl," He praised, running his fingers through your hair. Seeing the cute way your cheeks flushed from his praise made his heart flutter.

Now you were at a point in the game where you had to consult a map to see where to go. Except, something just wasn't clicking with you. You flip flopped between looking at the map in your inventory and the mini map, saying "That looks like where I need to go, but I am not sure.."

You did this a few times, going to different parts of the map and looking totally confused when you realized it was the wrong area. "I..I don't understand..I thought that's where I needed to go. Maybe I should go back the way I came.."

Suddenly, Scaramouche snorted and burst into laughter. "I can't help it. You just look so cute, and so stupid, I just can't," He could barely finish his sentence around the laughter.

You stopped playing and looked at him with a soft smile on your face. Scaramouche was genuinely laughing at something he thought he was funny. Not scoffing and making fun of it with a glare on his face, but genuine laughter with the most beautiful grin on his face.

It was a moment to live for.

You sighed and handed him the controller. "Wanna put me out of my misery?"

Scaramouche wipes some tears from his eyes. "Glady, by the way, you ran right by the area you were supposed to go to three times," He snickered as he marked the right place on the map.

"I..what?" You sputtered, "And you didn't say anything--" Scaramouche cut you off with a long, slow kiss on your lips.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

SAGAU. Scaramouche birthday special. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Yandere Scaramouche. Romantic intent. Stalking. Drugging. Kidnap. Smut. Collar and leash just cause. Harsh Degradation.

As promised, here we go. I hope you all enjoy❤️

Scaramouche sensed you while he was in Inazuma at the Delusion Factory. He supposed now that he thought about it, he'd sensed you sooner. It was the first time he'd ever felt captivation. It practically seemed to vibrate on the air.

It was strange to him at first. Laughable even. Yet intriguing. He'd never felt captivation before. He'd felt all kinds of emotions: pain, fear, especially in the eyes on his subordinates while he'd been in the Fatui, hatred, rage.

But never captivation. Especially captivation that felt like utter, pure worship. It gave him such a thrill, that feeling.

In the beginning, Scaramouche never noticed when he started to have to desire to find out more about you. It was difficult at first, like he was being blocked.

However, he was a smart guy. He'd been the one to discover the stars in the sky were fake. Manipulation between other worlds would be no problem for him once he figured out the ins and outs. All it would take is time.

Little by little, he started making cracks between the barriers. He could sometimes smell you around him on the air, like a faint whisper. Before he knew it, he was waiting, holding false breath to catch even faintest scent of the air.

It was easier and easier when he decended to into false Godhood because he could sense you completely, and much to his delight, your love, worship and adoration for him had only increased. He could feel you so strongly.

One day, he suddenly heard your voice. It was faint, but loud and clear. Those words echoed in Scaramouche's head: "I want so badly for him to become a God, he deserves it. If I could help him win, I would."

It was then he realized that you were his first follower. He could feel your undying devotion, your pure love. And your jealousy. Your delicious jealousy over Haypasia. He'd said a few affectionate words about Haypasia just to feel your jealousy.

Your jealousy was devotion.

You were the first person to connect with his consciousness. He realized that.

Even after everything that happened, you still called him Scara. He'd heard you say it felt wrong to call him anything else, especially when he'd been so willing to accept his memories back and embrace them.

Before Scaramouche decided to try and erase himself with Irminsul, he could feel you reaching out to him as he turned and walked away from the Traveler. You'd thought, "No, don't go. Don't leave me," He'd sensed you were crying.

And it hurt.

His presence was already completely stable in the game by the time he'd done that. In a way, he'd already "come home" to you as you liked to call it, and yet, you still felt sadness, fear and dread when he went into Irminsul.

You'd worked so hard to prepare for him. He was stronger because of you. He could feel all the care, love and effort you'd put in. You practically had everything giftwrapped in a nice, neat bow for him. How sweet his precious darling is. So devoted.

The vision on his chest had lit up when you took him into your first combat situation. "I'm in your hands, Scara," You said that like you trusted him. You love him.

He hated with every fiber of his being that you'd had to depend on another character before him. He was the only one who you needed. They couldn't take care of you like he could.

Everyday he chipped away at the barrier between you and him. He had to get to you. The more he felt your emotions through your hands, the more his need intensified to have you all for himself.

In every way.

When Scaramouche finally stepped foot into your bedroom in the middle of the night, he could only stay for a short amount of time. "Soon, my girl," He said softly, brushing some hair off of your face, "soon you'll be all mine. But then again, aren't you already?"

Every time he visited, he took a little trinket of yours back to Teyvat with him. He had to establish your presence in Teyvat somehow. He wanted complete and total stability. You were naive enough to think you'd just lost those things, that ring he took, that bottle of perfume.

Scaramouche hated when you had to be away from your phone at first. Who were you with? Who were you talking to? What terrible things would be lurking around to take you away from him? He felt much better when he could access your phone whenever he wanted.

He had to keep you safe somehow.

All he thought about was you. You were everything to him. You said he was everything to you. You were so beautiful. So fragile and delicate. He noticed you'd been feeling tired. The weight of life was exhausting.

You were strong. He knew that. That's exactly why you needed him to protect you. To keep you safe with him always.

During the long night, Scaramouche would fist his cock thoughts of you. Of digging possessive bruises into your pretty, unmarked skin while he fucked his cock deep inside of you. Sinking his teeth dominantly into your throat, your shoulders, your neck.

To hear you crying underneath him, begging and pleading for him to cum inside of you. He would always cum inside. He refused to have it any other way.

You were his. Your body was his, your heart was his. Everything you had in you was his. Your heartbeat was his heart. You were absolutely everything to him.

By now, Scaramouche was able to move fluidly between Teyvat and your world. He always stalked right behind you whenever you went, close enough for his fingers to brush the back of your neck. You never sensed or saw him, moving behind the wall of a self made glitch he was quite proud of.

He only had a little bit left to prepare.

You were so naive it was adorable. A few nights, he just hadn't been able to help himself. He'd bit up your neck and shoulder a little while you slept. But you innocently thought you'd bumped into something.

It had been easy for him to acquire the sedative. Tonight was the last night you would be apart from him.

You jumped, your posture stiffening when you felt chilly fingers on the back of your neck for a moment. A shiver went up your spine when you heard his voice before the needle pierced the skin of your neck. Dizziness swept over you in a state of panic. Until you heard his voice.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't be afraid," He said, letting you lean against him. He could already feel you relaxing against him.

You looked up at him with blurry vision. You were confused, but not afraid. "Scara?" He could hear the confusion in your voice. You could barely hold yourself up.

Scaramouche scooped you up bridal style in his arms. "I needed to put you to sleep, I can't have you feeling any pain while we cross the barrier. Hold onto me, and sleep now."

"Mhm, okay," was all you could manage, putting your arms around him before everything went black. It was time to leave this world that didn't deserve you. He deserved you. He deserved you at his side.

His little pet, his precious darling. His to fuck, love and enjoy.

He already knew you accepted him. There had been absolutely no fear in your eyes.

Scaramouche would keep you hidden for awhile. Even though he knew Nahida would be a good thing in your life, he didn't want to share you with the world or anyone yet. Just as he always knew, you adjusted well. Thanks to him.

Your cunt was squeezing so fucking perfectly on his cock. Your loud, lilting moans, your desperate whimpers of bliss, your pathetic babbling about how good his cock was making you feel, every bit of it was intoxicating.

Even the collar around your neck shaking around on your neck from the force of him fucking you was exhilarating.

Scaramouche took out all his frustrated passion out on you. You had the audacity to make him fall in love you. It was such a filthy, useless emotion to him. Until now.

Growling, he wound the leash clipped to your collar around his hand and yanked your upper body forward to capture your lips in a dominant, passionate kiss. His tongue greedily explored your mouth, swallowing every sweet moan and whimper for him.

He kept one hand in a bruising grip on your hip while he bounced you on his cock. "You fucking belong to me, slut," He hissed, biting at your lips, "do you understand," He yanked on the leash in command, making you moan louder in bliss, "Fucking tell me you understand while you cum on my cock."

"I'm yours, Scara!" You cried out, clinging to him in the way he always knew you would. "I'm only yours..I'm only yours..!" Your orgasm was building up so intensely that you could barely think.

The rougher he was with you, the more you relaxed. You were so pliable and responsive for him. The look in your eyes only got more adoring. To pay you back for such submissive, adoring devotion for him, he wouldn't stop fucking his cum up inside of you all night.

"Listen to you," Scaramouche laughed, taunting you as he smacked your ass roughly, "you sound like such a cock drunk slut. You are fucking yourself absolutely stupid on my cock," He groaned, yanking you forward so he could deepen the bruise on your shoulder. His tongue lovingly lapped up any blood that welled to the surface. It was already staining your soft skin in many places.

He only gripped you tighter the more he felt you twitch and moan in bliss. Your arms were wrapped around him, clinging to him like he was the only one in the world.

He fucking loves you so much. He never knew he much he wanted to feel someone clinging to him. Someone who loved him entirely and completely. He knew you would never leave him and he knew he couldn't let you go. Ever.

"Fucking hell, you are so tight that I can feel you are about to cum," Scaramouche moaned huskily, fucking you harder than before on his cock. "Fucking cum for me, you pathetic slut. I need to feel you creaming on my cock."

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, your body feeling limp and pliable in his hands. His hand stroked your hair soothingly when you started to cry and babble about how you were going to cum.

Scaramouche wanted to selfish satisfaction of cumming inside of you before you orgasmed. You felt every throb of his cock as it ribboned and roped cum inside of you. He wanted you feel it painting your walls as his cock continued to kiss into your sweet spot.

He would be only he satisfied until you screamed in pleasure while you squirted. If you didn't scream this time, which you would, he would he simply fuck his cock inside of you until you did.

"You are mine, all mine. All fucking mine," He hissed, watching you shake and drool as you suddenly squirted on his cock. He smirked when he heard you scream in the way he craved to hear.

Your pretty eyes were glassy while you rode out your high. "I love you," You said, leaning down to capture his lips in a tender kiss that sent him reeling, "I love you so much," Your head dropped into his neck, nuzzling lovingly against it.

"My good girl, my sweet girl," He murmured, kissing the top of your head before lifting you off his cock and onto the bed. As he crawled on top of you, his hands felt gentle, like you were glass as he tilted your head up to kiss him again.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

could you do a scara x reader during new years where it just strike the new year so scara decides to fuck reader to start off the new year

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Softdom! Scara. Just pure, raw fucking honestly. A little fluffy at the end.

Happy New Year, everyone❤️ Hopefully you all stick with me through another year.

To Scaramouche, there was no better way to start the new year than fucking his cock deep inside of you while you writhed and cried beneath him. His hips snapped into yours, determined to look down and see his cum and yours dripping from your cunt once midnight rolled around.

"This will be my New Year's resolution," He groaned, hissing as he felt your cunt squeeze tight around his cock, the tip hitting your sweet spot with toe curling accuracy, "to fuck your pretty cunt full as much as I can."

In a fit of dominant passion, Scaramouche grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling on it to make you look at him, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure. "Look at me while I am fucking you, doll," He hissed, bending one of your legs up to fuck himself deeper into you.

It sent him reeling how you obediently rocked your hips up to meet his thrusts, babbling his name inconsistently behind loud moans and whimpers of pleasure. Watching and hearing you fall apart on his cock was intoxicating to him.

His head dropped down into your neck, relishing in your pleasured cry as his teeth sank into your flesh next your throat. You twitched, a shaky hand finding the back of his neck to press his mouth onto your neck.

His teeth grinded almost delicately on the fold of skin in his mouth, sucking a deep bruise, blotchy bruise. The way you pressed your body up against his, your cunt harder each time his cock kissed into your sweet spot made him shudder in bliss.

Scaramouche licked soothingly at the inflamed skin before sitting up. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding your legs apart so he could watch his cock slid wetly in and out of you, your slick oozing onto your puffy cunt with every thrust. A white ring had form around his cock, always a sign of a thorough fucking.

His pace was so intense that you could barely think. Pleasure even curled around your spine as your back arched off the bed. Your orgasm was building to dizzying proportions.

Scaramouche could feel you were close, could see it in the way you twitch. Hear it in the way your moans turned high pitched with desperation. It drove him to pound his cock harder into you, fuel to the fire of his passion.

You raised a shaky hand, reaching out to him. He intertwined his fingers through yours. You squeezed his hand before you squirted on his cock, barely hearing the sounds of fireworks outside ringing in the new year.

With a satisfied groan, Scaramouche feverishly fucked you through your orgasm, warm cum ribboning inside of you. He wrapped his arms around you, clutching you against him while you rode out your highs.

You were his most precious treasure.

Once the motions of his hips stopped, he tilted your head up, kissing your lips softly as he pulled out. "You'll be just as good girl this year, won't you?" He asked.

"Mhm," You said sleepily, your eyes glassy from the pleasure of passionate lovemaking. Once Scaramouche rolled off you, and pulled you against him, you curled your body lovingly against his. His fingers stroked through your hair as you rested your head on his chest.

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- Brother's Best friend ! -

Scaramouche x Reader Smut

THIS WAS INSPIRED BY SOMEONE BUT I CANT REMEMBER THE BLOG NAME 😞

also I was debating making this longer but I just ended up redoing it so lmk if I should make a longer version of this !

🪼🌸cw: afab reader, wall fucking, degradation, use of pussy/cunt.

It was no secret you had the hots for your brothers best friend, Scaramouche. Hell, even your older brother knew! But it's not your fault your brother just had a hot best friend.

Scaramouches hair, his eyes, his voice, his style. Everything about him was so attractive. Even his snarky, condescending attitude at times, you can't help daydreaming and drooling over him whenever he comes over!

This is precisely why your older brother told you that his best friend is absolutely off limits to you. To not even look at him, or speak to him! He was off limits. Because you had the hots for him.

But that didn't mean that he didn't have the hots for you either.

Yes, everyone knew about your little crush on Scaramouche. Even Scara himself. The way you looked up at him with heart eyes, anyone could see. The way you would ask for his help for the most simple things when he came over, even if your brother was there too.

Now, Scara really did enjoy your brothers company! But he couldn't deny that you were also part of the reason why he came over so often. Just to see the way you run to the door excitingly to greet your brother and him. To see that look in your eye when you see him. To see the way you discreetly rub your thighs together and act all nervous when he knows damn well, all you want is to get in your brothers best friends' pants.

And he would happily oblige the next time he saw you. He was already planning.

So the next time Scaramouche did come over to your house with your brother, he simply ignored you. Only giving you a slight nod when you rushed to greet them. But that was the only acknowledgement you got.

Scara was planning on sleeping over with your brother to play video games all night. He knew exactly when to make his move. But that meant ignoring you first so your brother wouldn't get suspicious.

It killed him to see your disappointed face when he wouldn't talk to you! Watching as you left to go sulk in your room the rest of the night. But it's okay! He'd make sure to make up for it later tonight! <3

Which is exactly what he did. Once your brother put on his headset to play some game, Scara managed to sneak out of his room and beeline straight for your door! He knocked on it gently.

You peaked it open a little at first, before realizing it was him and opening it all the way.

"Scara! What is it? Do you-" You were suddenly caught off as he shoved his way into your room, shutting the door behind him and pinning you to the wall with his hand clamped over your mouth.

"Keep quiet, yeah? I managed to sneak away while your brother was distracted with his game so try not to alert him and be too loud, okay?"

Your cheeks went red but you nodded your head regardless. His hand was quickly replaced by his lips. Capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss. He's been thinking about this all day long.

Scara pinned your hands to the door above your head with one hand, his other roaming your body, squeezing your ass. You had already become so desperate for him! Trying to push your lips against his harder.

He shoved his knee between your thighs, feeling your already wet cunt squish against it as you tried to grind into him, causing him to chuckle lowly.

"I knew you weren't as innocent as you tried to be. I could tell from the moment I saw you, you were nothing but a slut who practically begged to drool over my cock." Scara whispered in your ear before kissing your neck, down to your chest.

You whined softly at his words, still desperately trying to get more friction from his knee. He let go of your hands and quickly lifted your oversized pajama shirt over your head, exposing your breast to him.

"Didn't even wear a bra, fucking slut. You were waiting for this, weren't you?" You nodded your head vigoursly, leaning up to kiss him only for him to grab your chin tightly to keep you still while he took your nipple into his mouth.

You had to bit your lip to keep quiet. Scaras knee jerking up into your clothed pussy. He pulled away from your breast with a wet pop.

He hastily discarded his pants and boxers while you quickly kicked your panties off somewhere to the side. You didn't even have time to react when he spun you around! Your face and front pressed against the door while he kept his hands on your hips, rubbing his pre on your ass.

"Ready?" Scara asked softly into your ear, his tip teasing your entrance as you let out a small "mhm.."

That was all he needed before pushing into and bottoming out. You both let out a mix of moans and gasp. He gave you a moment to adjust to the feeling then started pulling out again until he was at the tip and roughly shoving back in all the way.

You could hear him groan behind you as he started fucking into you, his balls slapping against your ass. One of his hands snaked around you, shutting your mouth while the other was holding onto your wrist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

He was manhandling you. His best friends little sister. And it felt heavenly. Your moans muffled by his hand as your head squished up against the door. Your pussy was milking his cock for all its worth!

"Mm-Mmmph!~" You moaned out from behind his hand. His cock was dragging along your walls. It had you seeing stars. Scaras eyes were locked where his cock disappeared and reappeared from your little pussy.

"FUCK! You feel so fucking good, fuck.." He groaned, his head rolling back slightly. "Best fuucking pussy ever."

His cock twitched inside you. The harshness from his relentless pounding had your legs shaking. You were close and he could tell by the way your cunt went tight around his dick. He shoved his fingers into your mouth to silence you. You started sucking and swirling your tongue around them, choking like a good little whore!

Your orgasm was approaching quickly, leaving you trying to find something to stable yourself with. You clawed at the door, leaving marks behind like a feral cat as you completely crashed.

You came hard, tears blurring your eyes as you choked on Scaras fingers. He came soon after. The sight of you shaking from his cock was too much! With one harsh thrust and a loud smack of his pelvis hitting your ass, his warm seed flooded your pussy!

You moaned loudly again around his fingers as he filled you to the brim. Your body went limp after he pulled out, watching his cum drip from your abused hole and down your thighs.

He felt his cock grow harder again at the sight. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. You felt his erection pressing against your ass again as you let out a soft whine. This was going to be a long night.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

scara fucks you!! ~ 💕

“A-ah!!” You moaned, gripping onto the bed sheets tightly, almost ripping them a Scaramouche gripped your hair tightly, having a steady grip on it as he thrusts his dick into your wet hole.

“So warm for me, aren’t you?” He whispered, panting, his face red, “You- little whore.. Your mine aren’t you..” He thrust into you faster, holding your thighs as his nails made crescent imprints on them.

Your nails dig into his back, and oh his it drove him crazy as he muffled his moans in your neck, biting it as some blood came out.

“S-scara- let me cum..” you whimper, abut to read your edge before Scaramouche gets out of you, smirking, his eyes having a devious glint to it as he held your chin in his hands.

He dove his lips onto yours like a madman, his tongue going into your mouth as he explored yours, his fingers slowly diving into your hole, thrusting in and out as you grip onto his waist for support, about to fall off.

“God,” He groaned, “I just can’t fucking control myself when I’m around you.. Dumb slut.. I bet you dream about me fucking your insides and rearranging them, don’t you?”

He smiles at your silence, to fucked out to speak as drool falls from your mouth, from pleasure.

“Don’t worry,” He says, “You are my little darling that only I get to fuck and use, right?” He taps your thigh, wanting a response as you nod and whisper yes, in a hoarse and croaky voice from screaming so hard.

“You wanna cum, don’t you~“ You nod again, staring at him with your eyes.

“Beg for it, beg for me to defile you and make you cum..”

[im-a-moldy-bread]

VAMPIRE AU | ANEMO BOYS

- IN WHICH: you’re a touch starved vampire, who just can’t seem to keep her fangs to herself…

nsfw/suggestive

(i wrote this very quick as the idea just popped into my head, so it’s not profread!!)

you were eternally grateful for the friends you had, after all, they let you relentlessly suck their blood when needed. or more like, when you wanted. were you going to die if you went a day or two without human blood? no. could you have easily suck the blood of an animal? yes. but human blood just tasted oh so much better, especially when it came from them.

they felt special whenever you’d ask for a taste, little did they know, they were one of many, and you were just getting started.

KAZUHA

never failed to grasp the back of your head as you dove your fangs into his soft, delicate skin, grabbing a handful of your hair as he threw his head back in pain. his refreshing cederwood scented cologne intoxicating your nostrils everytime you released your breath to drink more. he was never hesitant about you taking his blood, especially when he knew you craved it, because, he craved you just as much. and you knew this as he made no effort to hide his soft moans that would shamelessly escape his lips, praising you, and begging you to take more, “mmgh k-keep going— take as much as you need—more…more…“ he couldn’t deny that it hurt, when you so hungrily devoured him, as if he was nothing more than another evening snack. however, he also couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it, maybe a bit more than he should. sometimes he’d find himself interrupting you to shift his positions, as to hide his growing erection when you’d swirl your tongue around his neck, making sure to take every last drop.

XIAO

was more of the aloof type, never one to show his emotions in public. his voice was always nothing but stern and his tone was cold. sometimes talking to him gave you chills, and you’d be left wondering if the two of you were really friends. that’s why you found yourself often begging for him to share his blood to you in public, causing him to break his cold nature. and unfortunately for him, he couldn’t deny your puppy dog eyes as he’d scuff and grab your hand, leading the two of you to the closest bathroom. your favorite part about him besides his neck, was his arms, so firm and muscular, his veins often popping out as he grabbed your waist, forcefully digging his fingers into your skin as to not make a sound when you’d suck his blood. if he wasn’t biting his bottom lip until he bled, he’d find himself slipping, letting out low pitched hums, groans, and curses. that’s when he couldn’t deny it any longer, he needed you to give him more than just your fangs, he wanted your whole body, “fuck, fuck, — i can’t— just make it quick— before i…”

HEIZOU

was the most needy, with most times instead of you asking him to take his blood, it’d be him asking you. no matter the place, time, or event, heizou wouldn’t fail to beg you to take him right then and there, teasing you by wearing loose fitting clothing, rubbing his neck continuously and playing it off by saying he’s “hurt” and “needs assistance”, and most of all, touching you directly. he’d teasingly slowly rub on your thigh up and down , just to make his way up your shirt, fondling your breasts as kissed you deeply, swirling his tongue along your fangs. “come on…don’t you wanna suck my blood? just a little…please..” breaking off from the kiss, he’d stick out his tongue that was stained red with his blood that escaped when it pricked your sharpened tooth, winking as he toyed with you. he knew what he was doing, and he knew he would always be the victor because you couldn’t resist your urges. and you’d be taking much more than “a little” because more than you craved his blood, you craved to hear his needy pleads beg you to stop, in which you wouldn’t, because that’s what he asked for, right?

SCARAMOUCHE

was the best at saying the opposite of what he wanted. constantly pleading with you to get off of him, and to “go ask someone else”, yet, whenever you’d agree to follow through with his demands, you found yourself continuing to feast on his sweet blood as he firmly held your head in place, deeply rooted in his cold neck. scaramouche dreaded the nights where he’d be unable to sleep without you coming to claim what was yours. his pride was too large to ever ask of you to suck his blood, or for him to even agree to the idea. so he loved it when you’d force yourself upon him, digging your claws into his hair as you sprawled on top of him, like a crazed hunter who’s found its prey, leaving him helpless at your embrace. his denial turned to silence, then turned into sensual whines, him trying his very best to conceal his pleasure by biting his hand as his usual pale complexion hued red. “aah—aah—aah—stop- stop- it really…really…feels…” you loved making him crumble before you, and one day, you were going to make him scream for more. scaramouche, so high and mighty, being knocked off his pedestal by a persistent vampire who wants nothing more than his blood.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

𝐏𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 : Putting up and decorating both of your guys’ tree is fun but what if it’s both chaotic and fun with the kazuha, xiao, aether, and scara??

Notes: wooohooo!! I’m so ready to burden myself to write almost everyday cause I can’t do it everyday, hopefully motivation doesn’t run out soon as I have already planned on what days to write for what!!

Credits

★☆﹒KAZUHA

Putting up the Christmas tree with KAZUHA is very calm, helping putting up as the gentlemen he’s known. He will happily help you decide on what theme you want to do on the tree like having red, white and silver ornaments! The best decoration person ever in the world!! Best person to spend time putting up a tree and decorating with too, he remembers how you like things done so it’s very easy to tell him how you picture something and he will get what you mean! It’s a very relaxing time to hang out with him as he gets you and very easy to talk to!

★☆﹒XIAO

Had to make him putt up the tree with you, maybe you feel bad tricking him to spend time with him, but it was fun messing with him. Messing up on spacing out the tree branches, putting the wrong color ornaments etc. seeing ornaments that remind you of XIAO makes him blush a bit and look away from you. He isn’t used to celebrating something with someone in a while so take it easy on him. He might not understand how you want it to look like but will try his best to do how you like it to be, does ask if he should put an ornament or the lights in a certain place incase you don’t like it.

★☆﹒AETHER

AETHER will already have an idea on what he wanted to do with the tree BUUUUT since you asked him to help you put up and decorate the tree, his face will have the heart shape emoji eyes. He always tries to make you not put up the tree, there’s no fighting in that cause he will stop you from helping putting up the tree. AETHER will ask on how you want it and will do it how you want it and possibly put up some other colors that match that you are fine with, BUT, if you ask him on how you should do it he will be so happy saying on how he was gonna do it. Amazing calming time spending with aether tho paimon might have came and tried helping, aether made her go away just to spend time with you alone

★☆﹒SCARAMOUCHE

Had to force him to help you by dragging him, SCARA messed with you in the end. He would mess around putting whatever ornaments and putting away the right color ornaments you want. SCARA also did not help put up the lights on the tree he watched you put it on and blind you by plugging the cord while putting them. Laughing to himself after pulling that stunt but he does pull out the cord, he’s mean but not too mean he does care. He will help you put up the lights from seeing you intensely rubbing your eyes, he feels bad so he is repaying by actually doing the work. He does remember what ornaments you wanted to put and decorates it like how you wanted, he remembers a lot of things you like so if you need help doing something he has possibly already know what you want it to look like

[im-a-moldy-bread]

the human condition.

He draws no breath, yet he lives.

He has no heart to love, yet you set his soul aflame with the ghost of your touch.

He has no need for nourishment, yet the taste of your lips is his favorite delicacy.

He has no need for sleep, yet every moonlit night he chases your nightmares away.

He is burdened with immortality, yet if you wanted to tear him to pieces he would let you.

He knows betrayal like an old friend, yet he trusts you will put him back together again.

He has no claim to this world, yet he would burn it to the ground to see your soft smile.

“For you, my love, and to hell with the rest.”

art credits: @/__ixyo on twitter

[im-a-moldy-bread]

Planted

Dark content. Yandere. Angst? This is just a comfort fic for myself.

Scara pov.

When did it started? My salvation, my drug, —gone. This was what I wanted, I think. So what's this numbing punch in my chest? Like the sickening annoying seagulls circling above your boat in the middle of nowhere, giggling at your predicament with their superior freedom from above.

Oh, how I loved you, tiptoeing on the borders of obsession. When our heart first linked, the saturation was turned up to a hundred. I shut my eyes in reflexes, but you refuse to get out of my sight. Jealous, anger, how dare you live like this while I'm being blinded, how dare you grow up in this rainbow vomit garden and only now introduce me to those purple roses. I was fine until you came along, I didn't know what it was like, and now my eyes burns in your world, yet so captivated I can't leave.

This is your fault, so you don't have a choice. You don't have the right to say "Stop bothering me" and "I'm sick of you". You made me look at you, follow you, addicted to you. How could you?

Even then I still cling onto you, because your words are honey and I am hungry. It doesn't matter what those words means, as long as you still look my way, I will continue.

Are you crying? Your choked sobs sounds so calming, like the breeze before a storm. I want to fill my recordings with it, but your glistering eyes were begging for me, I have to pay attention to my darling.

You can't leave me. You don't need them. You no longer have a need for these legs, so bear with it sweetheart, it's for your own good. What if you get stolen and defile by those pest? I will plant your feet in the soil, nurture it and wait for you to grow. I will preserve your pretty face, the eyes and ears may be apart now, but once you grow again, into a new you, I will piece them back. So don't be scare, I will handpicked those leeching maggots off of you every day.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

can we get spy!scara x wife reader smut please..

★ summary: spy!scaramouche x wife!reader. he comes back from a mission and shows you just how much he missed you.

☆ cw: nsfw. established relationship (husband/wife). oral (f receiving). slight overstimulation. fingering. scara calls you 'love'. 877 words.

as soon as your ears catch a sound of a doorbell ringing, you drop whatever thing you were doing, running over to the front door, opening it with trembling and swift motions.

"sca-"

scaramouche's lips descend on your lips immediately after the entrance to your apartment is free from any obstacles - and when i say immediately, i mean that he didn't even bother to close the front door, pinning you to the nearest wall.

he cups your face with both of his hands, his mouth basically eating you alive like the starving man he is, showing you how he missed you. meanwhile you, trying to keep up with the rhythm of his tongue inside your mouth, close the door with your feet. you barely even register how you do it, but only when the front door is closed, you let out a soft sigh through your nose and give in to the kiss.

it's sloppy, quick, messy, his fingers are tangling in your hair and the other is on your lower body, prodding your shirt up impatiently as he groans into the kiss.

"[name], i missed you so much..." scaramouche mumbles when your lips finally part, both panting and clearly excited for more to come. "you don't even understand how much. so let me just... show you then, hm?"

you couldn't have imagined what you've signed yourself for.

"s-scara- ngh, fuck!... y-you're- aahh.." struggling to form a proper sentence, you shudder involuntarily at how his lips seal once more around your cunt, tongue moving inside, deliberately but rigidly tasting you all over.

scaramouche's lips are coated in your slick, but he doesn't stop. you've already cummed once on his tongue, and he's planning to continue until you'd be nothing but a drooling, crying, whining mess, and all because of his tongue. as much as he'd like to have your mouth or pussy stuffed with his cock, for now he'll just show you how much he missed you while being away on all these stupid missions.

his hands press your hips further onto his mouth, thumbs unintentionally - more like subconsciously - rubbing circles on the skin where he holds you in a grip. he makes sure to send occasional vibrations over your clit and through his tongue, muttering sweet nothings not in your ear, but into your cunt - only a few times though, he doesn't want to stay too much time away from your delicious pussy.

your hand's fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, tugging onto the soft indigo locks as if there's no tomorrow for both of you. as scaramouche grabs your hips yet again, steadying them once more and inching your cunt closer to his face, you can't help but feel the cold silver ring on his ring finger - it provides you with such reassurance that you, for a moment, forget what he's even doing down there, until he pulls his tongue out to make a slow lick on your clit.

"f-fuck, love... would you- mmn... stop writhing so much?" he asks quietly, panting slightly, lips barely moving away from your wet core. you shiver at how his breath hovers over you down there.

"s-sorry, it's just... f-feels too good- ah!.." he interrupts your breathy whimpers, inserting two fingers inside your cunt, feeling the puffy walls clenching around them immediately as he moves his digits inside inch by inch, thrusting them in and out of your hole.

meanwhile his lips latch onto your sensitive nub yet again, swirling and licking around it with determination never seen before. you - even if he asked you not to, you just can't help it - writhe again more and more on the bedsheets, hips bucking into his mouth and fingers, wanting more of everything. oh, how you missed this but, most importantly, how you missed him.

a few more minutes of your moans, whimpers and him sucking on your clit with his fingers moving inside your cunt and you're already a mess, and scaramouche noticed that a while ago when your hold on his hair started to loosen.

"what's wrong, are you close again, love?" he chuckles, aimed to bring you over the edge again and again if needed. hearing you mumble a few breathy 'yes''s.

"j-just a little bit more, scara, p-please... s-so close..." you manage to babble, tightening the grip on his hair to start guiding his mouth to your pussy again.

scaramouche realises what you're getting at, fingers picking up the pace again, curling around that one spot inside a few times before his tongue licks along your folds and clit again, swirling around the bud once more. that is when he hears that loud, long, throaty moan and your incoherent babbling that follows it right after, the walls of yours cunt clenching and tightening around his digits as he feels you bucking your hips into his face for a few more moments.

scaramouche licks his lips and fingers clean as he watches you pant in and out slowly, chest heaving up and down on each breath you take.

"i missed you so much..." you mutter breathily, half-lidded eyes looking down at him as he does the same.

"mmhm, me too. and i showed you just how much i did." he says in reply, kissing your thigh soothingly.

[im-a-moldy-bread]

1:00 am ft. bf! scaramouche

note: set before dating . masterlist

after scaramouche ranked number two compared to his younger sister, mikoto, his mother has been scolding him for not doing better and how his sister who is two years younger than him is doing beyond what he could grasp. he's lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. remembering his mother's words to him, how mikoto is only fifteen and yet ranked higher than the so-called heir of the shogun company? it's ridiculous. he needs to do better. he needs to. how else will he ever get his mother's approval... fuck this shit. fuck the shogun family, and fuck everything.

his hand patted his nightstand until he found his phone, nothing better to do. he has already studied, taken extra notes in his classes and he doesn't even need to have six classes because he already exceeded the class points needed to graduate high school. although, his electives for design needs work. he will be fine. he opened tiktok on his phone and snorted a little when he saw your tags of him. "@eonsadrift scara, we should do this!", "@eonsadrift, this is so us.", etc. he replied to every comment and liked each reply you sent afterwards. he wanted to scold you for being up late but he knew you would do the same to him. he sighed and put down his phone. it's fine. it's time to go to sleep anyway.

...or it's at least he thought. his phone buzzed with a voice. he squinted and picked it up. he whispered, "what?"

your voice talked back, "did you just say 'what?' ???" he only hummed in response, burying himself into his bed. "yes, i did. why did you call me? it is 1 am."

"i didn't call you?" you answered and scaramouche felt a little sad. he doesn't understand why he felt sad. he just was.

"what?" he didn't mean to sound so pitiful like a puppy to a chain. but he knows for sure he didn't call you. right?

"yeah! you called me, scaramouche."

fuck. he shrugged it off. maybe it was a butt dial. "did i?"

"mhm, you called me like 10 times... wait nevermind, it's 5 times. it's not that bad. but did you need anything? you usually never initiate calls."

shit. he started the call first? did he subconciously think of you before he passed out? why doesn't he remember anything at all?

"no, i don't." he murmured, digging his face into his pillow, regret seeping into his bones.

"okay, goodn-"

he interrupted, "no... don't leave, name. stay on call with me. i like your voice."

silence was on the other line. you didn't talk for two minutes, it worried him.

you could only muster to say, "what?"

scaramouche's hand combed out his hair out of nervousness. but he didn't understand why he was so nervous. you guys are simply friends and that is all. childhood friends actually. why did he feel nervous? he doesn't even know why. "stay please... your voice is um... soothing. it's relaxing."

he heard you cough on the other line, in which, he thought you were sick. he made a mental note to ask you if you were sick during the call. "oh! thank you?"

he huffed, "yes. your welcome and don't make me repeat it again. can you talk about your day or something. i am exhausted."

you already know about the rivalry that the shogun children have against each other. but it was less of a rivalry and more as a wedge the mother created. on accident or on purpose? it was never enclosed. "school related or no?"

"any. just keep it away from academics please." you made a realization that ms ei scolded him again.

"alright, scara."

you know when he gets drowsier, he tells the truth more lightly other than hiding it behind five layers of toughness. that's when you ask him more questions on something he wouldn't usually answer. "hey scara, why did you call me?"

"because the sound of your voice has always made me feel better. it relaxes me instantly. one of the reasons why i-" he yawned midway of his sentence. you wanted to know the rest. he couldn't leave you on a cliffhanger for you to stare into the ceiling.

"'the reason why i-' what?" he only yawned again, making you realize that your time was up and he's too sleepy to reply back. "goodnight name."

you sighed, "good night scara! i love you too."

"what?"

"i mean i love the moon!"

call ended with scara <3

when he thinks back on this moment a lot, even since you two are dating now, does he regret saying that? no because he doesn't even remember saying all those sappy things. if he did, he wiped out the memory of it and only brings it up when he's drunk. did he admit it though?

maybe that's a story for next time.

tags: @ainnofinway