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Have some yokai wanderer sketches 🙏

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Hi hi!! I'm pretty sure this is my first time requesting so I am a bit scared afjrjwj...

Anyways could you do Scara x reader (could be gn,whatever makes you comfortable!) where Scara is a complete nerd and is just explaining to reader about his nerdy interests/hobbies while reader just thinks about devouring and worshipping him 🤭

You could ignore/delete if you want or if it doesn't fit with your rules!!(I did read them but just in case) have a great day/night and take care of yourself!!❤️

𐙚 secret obsession

⟡ you discover what Scaramouche's face (a boy in your class) really looks like and now you can't stop thinking about him

— pairing : nerd!scaramouche x gn!reader

— warnings : NSFW; reader is obsessed? A bit too much, lmao; yandere reader; penetrative sex (in reader's imagination); oral (m!receiving)

— a/n : HIII! YOU LOOK SO SWEET :( Don't be scared to send smth, I loved your request 🫶 I hope I did your first request well and ty for reading the rules😭😭

part 2

You know what they say about not approaching the shy kid who sits alone at break because they usually mean trouble? You did completely the opposite of that.

Scaramouche should've been the smartest boy in your class. However, his presence went unnoticed by the other students, even though he had a charming beauty that he hid behind his hat and corrective glasses. These same glasses that you picked up from the floor when he collided with you while blindly speeding up his steps in the hallway with a stack of notebooks in hand to deliver to the professor.

Your mouth opens in shock at finally seeing him without that giant hat he wore all the time, lying on the floor along with his lenses and notebooks. Soft skin, round and bright eyes of a vibrant color like a doll that you couldn't stop staring at.

"Y-you're in the way." he mutters, lifting his finger to adjust the glasses that hung on the tip of his nose with his other arm holding the notebooks tightly against his chest, and slightly panicking when he notices the lack of presence of the frame.

"You're welcome." you level up the glasses to his face, straightening the messy strands of hair on his head with your fingers and a smirk on your face. He blushes and forms a pout with his mouth, mumbling something you couldn't hear and taking his glasses back from your hand, without even looking back before running away.

As the days passed, the more lost your mind seemed to become after your sudden encounter with Scaramouche. You'd taken the hat he had forgotten home, as he had run away from you out of the blue that day and left it with you. Until now he didn't seem to notice the lack of the accessory, unlike your mind which couldn't erase the meeting between the two of you from your memory.

Your thoughts were always about him and what happened that day, how silly he looked wearing glasses, but still how satisfying it was to know that you were the only one who was aware of his ethereal beauty. Your concentration was unconsciously broken the moment your eyes landed on Scaramouche, head wandering through scenarios that you created about him and made your heart race without your permission.

The situation got to the point where one of your teachers called you to talk about your sudden lack of attention during class and your friends started to worry, asking you if everything was okay, you just shrugged it off as a personal problem.

Maybe if you took the time to actually talk to him and get to know him better, that would stop, right? Wrong.

It was incredibly difficult to maintain a topic with Scaramouche (that or he didn't pay you the slightest attention). He was closed off, in a way that scared you. His hat was still stored with you inside a large bag that you took to school every day. You weren't the shy type, so why so much trouble handing his belongings back? It's not like you got attached to it or anything...

But in the end, talking to him ended up being inevitable, as you were paired up together to work in pairs by a great irony of fate. All you had to do was ask a simple "what do you have in mind?" for him to start babbling on his own, and you just assumed that was how you'd bring up a topic next time...

"Next time?" This should be the last one! It was just a matter of handing over his hat and continuing with your life, but did you really want that?

He would never know the dark places your mind wandered to as he spoke huge sentences without a single pause. How his velvety voice sent you soaring.

It was so naughty of you to take your fantasies — that you were supposed to have in the confines of your room — to the classroom, your thighs rubbing against each other under the table in search of relief.

"Are you even listening to me?!" His call would bring you back down for a second. Your chin rested in the palm of your hand, but without stopping your mouth from opening and a little drool dripping from the corner.

Maybe you would listen to what he had to say if he threw you face down against a counter, aggressively took off your shorts just to fuck you from behind :(

Of course, it'd be more difficult to understand and assimilate what he wanted to say in your fucked out state, but he could thrust the knowledge into you!! Moving his waist like crazy and laying his chin over your shoulders. His mouth so close to your ear that all you could hear were his off-key moans.

He'd look so cute all concentrated!! Eyes closed and sweat running down his forehead. At some point he would get so out of control that his tongue would roll out, and thin lines of drool could be seen in his mouth. You could be his little fuck toy, as long as he uses you and only you for his pleasure.

The way he'd squeeze your waist too... After having made you cum so many times, of course that area of your belly would be sensitive! The way he squeezes you, at the same time he thrusts his dick with all his might into your wet hole, you think you're going to faint. It even feels like he's hugging you like a cute teddy bear, without caring how messy he's leaving your insides.

"You're not paying attention again..." he complains, clearly irritated. You nod and he rolls his eyes, continuing with his speech when he thinks he's got your attention.

But maybe that's not the right way... He should leave you on your knees in front of him, sucking his dick willingly so you can learn your lesson. Doing your job of cleaning him up after he had taken his cock out of you.

Classes end and you say goodbye to Scaramouche. He's clearly surprised when you pull him into a hug, rushing out before he can say anything, smiling and giggling. Now you were covered with his sweet scent. The same fragrance that impregnated his hat.

Oh, and about the hat... Who knows, maybe one day you'll return it to its owner again? It's still very useful to you. (╯︵╰)

part 2

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cw. oral (fem! receiving), pussy drunk kuni, fem! reader

how you're shaking, twisting, turning— eyes widened, breath catching at the very touch.

on the tousled, messy bed, your body moves smooth like water as you gyrate your hips into scaramouche's hold. the man wasn't stupid, his perceptions of you were always correct, besides, he was aware that the reason for your figure being loaded with pleasurable shocks and trembles was he. he alone.

a cruel tug at his hair makes him suddenly increase the flicks on your clit, you see, scaramouche likes to take his time with it before spitting on your pussy repeatedly, grinning in delirious pleasure when you react to every single droplet of his saliva making contact with your cunt— it's so you're all nicely wet for him while he's listening at the addicting need in your voice.

now, he sensually slides down his tongue to reach in between your folds, but he does it slow— pulling his face away just a bit from your sore cunt so he can get a real good look at how it's going to make you react, of course, with that wide grin on his face as well, trying to make you feel.

the wetness, the precision, can you feel it? the sheer contact of tongue on your throbbing skin.

your blunt nails begin to scratch his scalp— and oh? he's so loud with it too, scaramouche cannot stop himself, groaning into your cunt and gripping brazenly at your thighs as he squeezes the flesh before pressing you into his mouth more.

he's certainly done for, you can feel it when his hands abruptly shove their way further between your legs, forcing you wider for him.

you being his sweet significant other, have grown familiar with his actions and body language, being aware that tugging at his hair only turns him harder— makes him whine out even louder when you ride him later.

you comp through his hair as you moan his name in shambles, letting his tongue lap up and down your folds as he catches himself grinding stronger and deeper into the mattress from your taste alone, the heat of your skin overthrowing his body.

scaramouche swears it makes the entire scene so much more sensual when you push his head to where you needed it the most, practically end up riding his face as you claim him with your slick, the heightened arousal on your pussy suffusing his face and speeding his flicks of tongue.

you wail ever so dreamily for more, recognizing that your boyfriend will never be able to stop spoiling you.

growing hotter by the minute, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you circle your hips in tandem with the tip of his tongue teasing your clit. with that combination, scaramouche repeatedly bumps the wet muscle into the sore bundles as the loud squelching noises were almost able to overthrow your own.

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Finished it 👉👈💕

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OH MOTORCYCLIST!SCARA X FEM!READER?? (suggestive fluff)

this is basically like a good girl x bad boy trope, reader sneaks out past curfew to see him knowing her parents disapprove of him and he takes her for a ride then stops somewhere to kiss and feel her up (just touching, not fucking) ‼️

bonus points if the reader is kind of a prude? not sure if that's the right term, but she's like a virgin who keeps getting shy at the slightest intimate touch

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Kissing. Touching. A few smutty words but nothing too graphic.

Scaramouche was everything your parents hated. They'd even tried introducing you to nicer, quieter boys, but that wasn't you wanted. You were positive you were falling in love with him.

There was just as allure to him that you couldn't resist.

You made sure to memorize every floor board that creaked so you could avoid them when you snuck out to see him, your heart pounding and holding your breath until you were out the door.

Scaramouche loved watching you wrestle with your emotions. You were such a good girl, you naturally had your own reservations about sneaking out late to see him. And he was thrilled he had won in the end.

He was waiting for you next to his motorcycle, hidden behind a tree across the street from you. You looked back over your shoulder hesitantly to make sure no lights were on.

"Relax, I don't think anyone saw you," He reassured, putting his hands on your hips to steady you as you put a leg over the back of his bike. You let out a shy squeak, trying not to shift restlessly from the sensation of his hands on your hips. You blushed, thinking you heard him chuckle seeing your sudden show of flustered you felt.

"Hold onto me," He said before he started his motorcycle.

"Okay," You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his back. It was his turn for his cheeks to flush, feeling your cheek nuzzle into his back.

You closed your eyes, being soothed by the sound of his motorcycle, listening to the sounds of everything going by you. You soon forgot about your anxiety and let his presence wrap around you like something secure and comforting.

You relaxing around him, and he could feel that.

You picked your head up curiously, opening your eyes when you felt Scaramouche pull over. "What's up?" You asked. You were afraid he was already going to take you back home. The thought made your arms tighten around him.

It was cute how you were clinging to him.

"Nothing, I just think the stars look pretty in this spot," His words instantly calmed your trembling heart. Seeing the look on your face was priceless as he helped you off the back of his bike.

You looked so innocent looking at the stars with wide eyed wonder that he to kissed you. "Hey," He said, curling his finger under your chin to get your attention, capturing your lips in a sudden, soft kiss when you looked at him.

"Sc-Scara," You stammered shyly, wanting to cover your eyes to hide how flustered you felt. Your mouth opened like you were going to say something, your words falling into a shaky side as his fingers dipped up the hem of your shirt to graze featherlight over your skin.

Scaramouche could feel you melt against him, silencing any further protest with another kiss. You could've stood there kissing him all night, moaning softly into his mouth as you opened yours to invite his tongue into your mouth.

He hummed approvingly, deepening the kiss. The sensation of his ball of his tongue piercing exploring your mouth made you shiver. It grazed against your tongue as you curled your tongue around his.

You moaned louder into his mouth, his hand going up your shirt and folding over one of your breasts. His fingers groped and kneaded the soft flesh. You started to squeak his name in shy protest again, only it came out in a muffled moan into his mouth.

Scaramouche was absolutely eating this up. You felt him smirk against your lips, his hand going inside your bra to gently pinch your nipple. You mewled into his mouth, leaning into his touches.

"Am I making my pretty girl flustered?" He teased as he pulled away, rolling your nipple gently between the pads of his fingers. He was making it really hard for you to think right now.

"Can I stay with you tonight? I'll have to sneak back pretty early but," He cut you off with another kiss, delighted that you'd asked.

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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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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who presses down on your tummy when he's fucking you so you feel just how deep he truly is. his voice husky and deep, warm with a hungry twinge of want reserved just for you. spreads his palms and fingers as wide as they can go, whispering, "feel me there? right here? yeah? that's how deep I am. tell me, can your pretty cunt take it?"

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who forces eye contact, your cheeks squished together between his fingers till you form the prettiest pout for him because, "I need to see how I'm making my pretty girl feel."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who fucks you over and over again until he's satisfied you won't be able to take anymore, who gingerly presses kiss after kiss to your ankles and calves as he gingerly lowers your legs down from his shoulders, murmuring, "good girl, you were such a good girl for me."

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Zayne hard thoughts drabble because he's ruined men for me and I- this man ain't even real please send help

minors dni

The soft strokes of Zayne's tongue drag another orgasm out of you and you whimper and cry out as your hands weakly push his head away. Soft pleas filling the thick silence of his dimly lit bedroom.

"S- Sir... I- you- please... no more..."

"You shouldn't ask for something if you're just going run from it... I'm being nice with my choice of words considering you didn't ask me for this but rather, you begged me for it like you were some kind of a desperate whore..." Zayne chides with just the faintest hint of a smile, "You know you don't really want me to stop. You've had so many opportunities to stop me- you have one right now and instead of taking the opportunity, you keep choosing to take whatever I give you. Does that sound like a girl who wants her daddy to stop?"

"N- no," You whisper with a meek shake of your head, "No, sir."

Zayne gets off of the bed and you watch him loosen the remaining buttons on his shirt before shrugging it off, "Doesn't that sound more like a greedy girl who's only pretending she doesn't like being treated like an object?" He grabs your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He loves making you feel helpless just as much as you love feeling helpless.

Zayne is a healer, naturally. He likes to cater to you and make sure you're not only healthy but happy, satisfied, and always falling more and more in love with him. You're his prize but sometimes all he needs is to make you feel small. It's never a bad thing, he knows how far is too far and he's always ready to put you back together once he's done breaking you.

"Yes, sir," You reply; voice wavering as he reaches down to ease his fingers between your slick folds. Still recovering from his tongue, you squeeze your legs shut.

"Hm... I didn't know you could close your legs being that you're always so eager to spread them for me. I like this. I like how conflicted you are right now. Only you could know that you can't handle something and still want it so badly."

Zayne reaches down to unbuckle his trousers and he stops, "You do it."

You stare at him blankly and swallow, "Do what?"

He gives you a humored huff, "Don't be stupid."

You give him a puzzled expression before reluctantly easing your hand down between your thighs. He grabs your wrist, "Do I have to draw you a picture?"

The air hangs heavily in the room and Zayne sighs impatiently before tapping the buckle of his belt, "Does that make sense?" he asks you shortly. You nod and sit up to clumsily unbuckle his belt. Shakily you open his trousers and press a kiss to his clothed cock.

Zayne rests his hand atop your head, "Good girl. Now don't dawdle. I've wasted enough time trying to point out the obvious."

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Pats🌸🌸

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Pause wait, is tumblr sensitive with nsfw animations 🧍‍♀️

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I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart,  panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

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This like makes me delulu on a whole another level AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKFKAFJAJFJAJFJSB THJS IS MY FAVOURITE THING IM SCREAMING

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.

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