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[kalystatheevil]

scaramouche is observing you, amused. you've been shamelessly staring at him from across the room for the past half an hour, like a baby seeing a stranger for the first time. "come," he says, and pats his lap.

cw: heavy voyeurism, intoxicated reader, dom!scara, fem!reader, noncon elements (but reader is horny af), 18+

heizou, aether, kazuha and childe look up to watch you walk towards him while continuing their conversation. after the party died down, they were lounging around on the sofas, talking in low voices.

scaramouche grabs your hips to pull you on top of him without hesitation, making you straddle one of his thighs. your cunt throbs hotly, pulling at your belly. a little shift, a little friction - instinctual, to find relief.

"ah… that's what i thought." scaramouche smirks. "not surprising after you kept fucking me with your eyes."

"scara... she's really fucked up. i don't think..."

"come on." scaramouche interrupts, relaxed. "ride my thigh so everyone can watch."

you must be dreaming. his ethereal blue eyes are so close now, seeing you, only you. your body starts moving all on its own, craving. It's bliss. slick seeps through your panties, your lips part to gasp, allowing mewls to pass.

it feels so good. his thigh is firm and eyes are tingling on your skin. you feel like you're watching yourself, rutting so pathetically on the thigh of someone so painfully beautiful.

"tell me, angel," scaramouche mumbles close to your ear, voice thick with lust. one of his hands rests on the small of your back, caressing it warmly. "how about i stuff your needy hole with my fingers, mh?"

you gasp, tingling. yes. yes.

no conversations are held anymore. in the dimly lit room, only your gasps and moans are heard next to the soft ambient music as you ride his fingers, dizzy from substances and pleasure.

"clench," he commands, and you obey. twinging pressure sears through you, so deep and intense that it makes you want to whimper, plead. "let it out… haha… let it out, baby."

the pleas tumble from your lips like marbles. he laughs, breathless, as you seek your own release on his fingers, caressing and stroking your insides. when you falter, he thrusts them up with his leg, so hard that you feel it in your entire body.

you come with intense shaking. time stops, zaps of pleasure chasing you as you slump against scaramouche. slick slides down the sides of his bare thigh, where his dark shorts rolled up.

nobody speaks. cocks find their way back into pants. some kindly avert their eyes.

a strand of your hair glides through scaramouche's fingers. "i like you, y/n." he watches it get caught on the wetness that's still on his fingers. his other hand never moved away from your waist.

"i think i'll keep you."

[kalystatheevil]

Doing a handjob to scara in the middle of the class ? 🤭 ive been requesting this foreveeer

cw: public setting, no dialogue, videotape, gn!reader, 18+

scaramouche lowers his head, tense where he had been so carelessly relaxed before, bangs falling to cover his eyes.

just like everyone in your class, your gaze is focused on the assignment in front of you. Scaramouche's cock pulses on your palm, the taut skin feeling as smooth as plastic. If you could look under the table, you bet it would be just as shiny, too.

luckily, there is no need for you to do that.

under his bangs, scaramouche peeks out, eyes focusing for just a moment to glimpse at the camera you put up before class. Lense trained on scaramouche, it captures everything from just the right angle. The empty seat next to their classmate... put to good use.

no matter how tough scaramouche wants to act... This, he can't help but be embarrassed about. The shame racks through his body, flowing right into his abdomen to make his cock twitch pathetically.

you settle your thumb on the gland, drawing circles while pumping the tip with your palm. The leaking precum drenches everything thickly - oh, what a pervert, getting off on this. He curls into himself even more, trying with all his might to breathe silently. If a moan slips out, you will have it right on camera - and you will never let him live down the ensuing shame.

but scaramouche is a good boy. He takes all of your strokes silently, a single string of drool trickling out of his mouth and slowly dropping towards the paper below.

oh, how you love to see scaramouche fucked silly. But this... is too easy.

when you feel him start to orgasm, you immediately react. Your thumb presses hard on the slit, fingers squeezing his shaft.

scaramouche's entire body quivers from the sudden cruel build in pressure. He leans his hips forward so much that the chair slides back - But his knees can't take him, and he sinks towards the floor, slipping out of your grasp and over the edge of the table.

that evening on camera, you will see the last pathetic splurts of cum land on the classroom floor. You will see him try to gather himself before anyone notices, cock twitching, barely able to kneel while drooling with hazy eyes.

but now, you only smirk, sucking the syrupy juices that leaked out off your fingers.

what a treat ~

[kalystatheevil]

yours

tw : mommykink, breastfeeding kink

imagine scaramouche needs your comfort like every evening after his fatui harbingers meeting...

scaramouche....a powerful man, an assertive warrior, capable of controlling entire armies, born to be a god.

a man with an insatiable thirst for power, who crushes anyone who stands before him...who was now against your chest, his eyes cloudy.

"i....i need..." he needs your comfort.

his lips kiss your neck delicately as he unbuttons your shirt. You know what he wants. what he needs.

he pushes the collar of your shirt aside, and his hot, trembling breath fangs over your hard nipples as he stares at them.

your hand gently melts into his hair as he begins to suck one of them gently, his breathing quickening with desire before slowing down little by little. he could feel your nipple hardening between his lips as he teased it with his tongue, sucking on it like milk was going to come out. you wanted....fuck...how you wanted to give him milk...feed him..

"good boy…” you breathe hotly as he raises his gaze to look at you devotedly, his hands gripping your waist a little too tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

"yours..."

and no matter how much you whisper to him that you'll never leave him, his hold on you never weakens. you are his.

"mine..."

his to use..his to fuck...his to hurt...his to break...his to kiss....his to kill...

forever.

[kalystatheevil]

imagine riding scaramouche in the middle of a party with your friends group, after hours of looking at each other.

his hard hands grip your waist violently as you jump on top of him. he raises his head, panting, his eyes half-closed, illuminated by a single ray of blue neon, in the middle of the darkness of the room in which you hid. his hot breath ghosts over your lips, trembling each time you push him a little deeper into you. through the slightly ajar door, indie music resonates, as well as a tangle of voices and laughter.

“ahn--” his thighs thrust up hard, hitting your insides firmly. your lips separate, and his hand quickly presses against them.

"shut the...fuck up...." he growls between two breathes of pleasure, his thighs lifting, slapping against your ass, your intimacies meeting in a hard and fast rhythm. "you want the others to hear you moan like a whore? huh?" your eyes roll back as his thumb slides inside your mouth. you hold yourself to his bony shoulders as he continues to fuck you mercilessly, pressing down on your hips, pushing himself into you. you could feel the pleasure he felt from fucking you...his moans, the way he panted hotly against your lips, the way each of his muscles tensed under your fingers, the heat of his body, and his throbbing cock, making your insides shake and clench.

"g...god...i'm gonna..." he pants. his black nails dig into your waist, and you come hard against his body, biting his thumb and suckling on it to muffle your moans. a whimper escapes his lips as he comes too, his arms wrapping around your waist with all his might, his seed filling you hard. your insides tighten against his cock, milking every drop out of him, making him twitch and growl of pleasure.

his thumb leaves your moisted lips, a trickle of saliva connecting them, and your half-lidded gazes lock, riding out your orgasms. scaramouche smirks against your lips and whispers tiredly: "who knew you were such a slut..."

you close your eyes, and smirks back. yeah, you didn't know this side of yourself either.

[kalystatheevil]

you want to be good… you want to be loved. and scaramouche knows exactly how to treat his little princess.

cw: gn!reader, reader in fem clothes, princess kink, praise kink, dom scaramouche, stockholm syndrome, 18+

"hug it properly, Princess." your arms tighten around the pink bunny plushie while you burrow half your face inside it. scaramouche hums, satisfied. "good… good. you like it, don't you."

you nod. all of this is making you feel a little embarrassed - but in a good way.

"haah… Princess… you are so warm and tight around my cock…"

you blush a little more, your skin becoming the same pretty shade of pink as the pillows and sheets around you on the queen sized bed. the bed the harbinger bought you when he kidnapped you. just as he did this bunny…

it looks like you, he had said.

a little whine escapes you as he slowly glides deeper inside you, muffled by the plushie in front of your mouth. you feel the flesh of your buttocks spill between the cracks of scaramouche's fingers as he squeezes them. the smooth fabric of your miniskirt shifts with the movement, a cool sensation on your skin.

with one hard clench of his muscles, he thrusts deeper into you. you squeak, the sound immediately turning into a moan when your eyes roll back in pleasure.

you like it deep. and scaramouche knows that very well. he spent weeks over weeks trying to get to know your body to sheer perfection.

he growls at the sound you make - his cock twitches inside your belly, pulsing and stretching your hole more as it swells hotly.

"Princess…" he thrusts once more, hard and deep. another moan almost violently escapes your throat. you bite the plushie, trying to hold it back.

"i meant to fuck you slowly today. to take my time." another thrust, another involuntary moan. you clench around him in anticipation of what is to come.

"but how the fuck am i supposed to do that when you start moaning like a whore, Princess?"

he doesn't ask for permission when he moves his grip towards your hips and starts fucking you senseless. your body glides back and forth from his thrusts, your pretty hair becoming all disheveled. choked sounds escape you, cruelly snuffed out every time he slams back into you.

you hear him pant in rhythm behind you, one heavy breath for each time your stomach tingles, higher and higher with each thrust, until you can feel the pleasure all the way up in your lungs.

you gasp, clutching your bunny tightly. it slipped downwards with the movement, releasing your mewls into open air.

your face is burning. scaramouche hears every single one of the sounds you make, but no matter how much you try to hold them in, they just escape.

and they turn you on, too.

your muscles start clenching in waves. scaramouche leans forward, fanning hot breath on your skin without losing his rhythm. the loosened front pieces of his harbinger uniform glide over the skin of the small of your back, making shivers race up into your skull.

"Princess… haah… I feel you clench… come… come for me, Princess…" he kisses your exposed shoulder softly, where the strap of your silk top slid off. at the same time, even more violent thrusts make you topple over the edge.

you milk him, hard, whimpering while clenching to ride on the highest wave of this blissful orgasm. in your vision blurred from pleasure, you see the pink bunny looking back at you, body squished by your arms.

my bunny... all mine...

i think i will call you scarabun

[kalystatheevil]

GOOD LORDS the COLORING! This looks absolutely scrumptious. Kazuha's moms, everyone.

Ningguang is so ethereally pretty... And I bet Beidou only wears fancy clothes for date nights with Ningguang ahahahaha

✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛

(bonus)

[kalystatheevil]

picture scaramouche bent over, hands tied behind his back, face pressed to a coffee table with you holding him from behind

tw: cursing, cnc, praise, humiliation, dom reader, unhealthy use of ellipses; (amab reader), 18+

you rub your glistening cock between scaramouche's spread asscheeks, almost moaning from the view alone. your precum is already leaking into the cracks, moistening them prettily.

"fuck, scara… what did i tell you, huh?" a sharp slap resounds, and scaramouche's right cheek immediately starts turning pinkish. the boy grits his teeth.

"go to hell you fucking psycho."

"mhhh…" your thumbs leave little indents in the supple skin of his ass. between them, a throbbing hole clenches nervously. "a psycho, am i."

scaramouche moans as you push the tip past the rim. you're sure he didn't mean to, but it still escaped his lips. slowly, you push just the tip in and out, watching intently as the skin spreads around the gland, swallowing it greedily.

"you stretch so beautifully, scara," you coo, a soft blush on your face. "so incredibly beautiful"

"stop— stop looking!" scaramouche growls. "it's—" he gasps loudly when the tip enters him yet again, face already red from all the blood gathering in his head.

"it's what, scara..."

"it's— ugly…"

at this, you click your tongue and stop. "ugly?"

scaramouche becomes angry, deflecting from his quickly rising shame. "yes, ugly. seriously, stop with this stupid game you're playing, i don't need you to act like you're into th—"

you thrust into him, deep and hard. scaramouche's words are lost in a strangled gurgle as his eyes roll back.

"it seems i need to fuck that thought out of you."

with one roll of your hands, you shorten the rope connected to his tied wrists, tugging them upwards. slowly, you start to roll your hips back, watching as the rim catches and slides over your cock. you moan. "aah, scara… you look so, so pretty like this"

"fuck… you… ngh— a-aahn…"

you breathe heavily. "fuck. fuck, scara. you take me so well. look at you, moaning like a slut..."

"shut— shut up. fuck. i'll kill you. i swear i'll fucking kill y— MGH!" you slam back into him. any further protest is drowned by the sound of thighs hitting flesh in sharp slaps as you start pounding into him. harder and harder you thrust back inside, needing to reach deeper, faster, harder.

it doesn't take long for scaramouche to lose his composure. on the surface of the coffee table, he rolls his head almost limply to the side. his eyes are blurry with pleasure, but still he tries to look at you out of the corner of his eye - to make you see exactly what you are doing to him.

you breathe a laugh, panting hard. under scaramouche's mouth, a steadily growing puddle of drool forms. he twitches, legs giving in.

you grab his hips so hard his skin will certainly bruise. scaramouche is not yet allowed to stop taking you. you stare and stare, fucking him until the world starts to tilt, until your cock feels numb from sheer pleasure, until you start twitching so hard that it's visible on the front of scaramouche's stomach—

you cum hard, gasping for air. white stars form in your vision, and you can feel your hands tremble on his soft skin.

"haha…" you laugh, out of breath. under you, scaramouche whimpers quietly.

after a moment, you pull out slowly. a thick line of cum connects the tip of your still slightly twitching cock with scaramouche's warm, fluttering hole. "ahh… fuck. my cum… hahaha… deep… deep inside you…"

scaramouche lets out another whine. his hole clenches before releasing a white drop of liquid. he whimpers, trying to say something.

"mh?" you ask, using your thumb to smear the droplet around the throbbing hole. "speak up, scara…"

amidst his wordless whimpers, you push your thumb inside and laugh again, feeling scaramouche milking it powerlessly.

"i wonder when you came…"

"mmglh…" scaramouche answers. when something warm touches his freely leaking cock, he flinches lightly. a moan tumbles over his lips. with the palm of your hand, you rub the tip of his soft erection.

"or rather… how many times." scaramouche's eyes slowly roll backwards. with a grin, you raise your hand back up and glide your tongue over the palm, humming appreciatively at the taste. "yum ~"

"no…more…" scaramouche finally breathes. "can't…" your arm slings around his belly. with ease, you lift him up. "ahn—"

"no more? no more, scara?"

"no... more..."

"but baby..." you place a soft kiss on his temple.

"we were just getting started."

[formatting shamelessly stolen from scara smut writer @hanxku]

[kalystatheevil]

truly murder weapons

beeh

[kalystatheevil]

Aaaaa these are so good omg T~T The way you drew their body language and how they interact...

The love this fanfic has received has me in tears sometimes, thank you so much for drawing these, they're so CUTE AAA THIS IS ART TO MY FANFIC CAN YOU BELIEVE IT AAAAAAA

Also perspective is hard but dang, you really drew that so well, it looks immersive

ahahahahaaaaaaaah THEY ARE HEREEE

A few storyboard sketches i made during my fangirling for @kalystatheevil ‘s fanfic, Maple Leaves on a Wanderer’s Path 🥹

They are very rough, and just very unrefined, but i only wanted to get the vibe of how i imagined things. Aaaaand i was venting my absolute love for this fic ahhahaha. The last one was a pain in the aaa thi ,man perspective is hard.

Thank you for your amazing fic, i literally cant wait for more ✨