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can you write some fluffy scara aftercare? like the shower is done and he and s/o are just laying in bed and they’re playing with his hair and expressing their insecurities and stuff? this is really vague and it’s okay if you decide against it

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. abandonment issues discussed. soft!scara

bear with me, everyone, i am at the beginning stages of an awful cold. don't worry, your request wasn't vague at all🥺

right now, in this moment, all is right with the world for scaramouche. you are tucked safely under his arm in bed, the night the nice and quiet. the kind of calm that coupled with your fingers gently stroking his hair had made his eyes lull closed awhile ago. he could feel the steady rhythm of your breathing against his chest.

his fingertips brushed absentminded and soothing over the inflamed skin where passionate bruises are blossoming as a result. bruises that you never once attempted to cover up or hide. you always let him be so rough with you.

it really spoke volumes about how much you accept him just as he is. how much you trust him, and give him room express his passion as loud as likes in whatever way he likes.

scaramouche thought your fingers would become still after awhile. this time they didn't. you usually fell asleep before him.

"what's up? can't sleep around me?" he teases as he opens his eyes. he readjusts his arm around your waist, moving you closer against his chest.

you shook your head. "no, it's not that. it's just.." you trail off, idly playing with a few strands of his soft, damp hair. "i'm just thinking, that's all."

scaramouche tilts your head up so you would look at him. "out with it. what's rattling around and around that pretty head of yours?" his thumb skims along the dip in your hip. an action that read you are safe talking to him about it if you wanted to.

your cheeks flush as you look away shyly. "i was just in your office this morning tidying up. and i suddenly thought about what it would be like if you left me," your lower lips trembles a little. "i could barely stand the thought. it made my heart hurt so badly," the words just came tumbling out of your mouth.

he cringes hearing your next words: "you aren't going to abandon me to some day, are you?"

your life until you met scaramouche has been a long cycle of rinse and repeat. you are always that one in the background. the one who merely serves as a tool to idly pass the time before they moved on to something they thought was more interesting.

everyone always leaves. it hurts more and more each time.

"do you know why i always sleep closer to the door?" scaramouche asks, moving your head so you would look at him again.

"why?" you look a little confused by the abrupt change in subject.

"if something bad happens, i can be right there to stop it at the door. whatever it is wouldn't get the chance to even step an inch towards this bed. it's not for my own sake though, it's for yours. it's so i can protect you," scaramouche sincerely wonders if celestia itself is aware that if anything happens to you, he would burn it all to ground.

teyvat. celestia. the heavenly principles. all of it.

"i don't let anyone take what's mine," his thumb brushes over your cheek. he knows asking if you trust him or not isn't the correct way to approach this. a brush off question he would never ask you.

scaramouche recognizes the vulnerable look of fear on your face. he is pretty sure he had the same look many times in past, and more times after than he cares to admit. sighing, he reluctantly took his arm from around you, and rolls over to reach down and grope around for something on the floor.

feeling his hand bump against his hat, he bats it aside. he wanted what was under it.

"here," rolling back over, scaramouche hands you a handmade little doll. "keep him with you. he is my.." an embarrassed blush dusts his cheeks, ".. travelling companion. even when i am not here, i am still here. as long as this doll is with you, know that i will always come back without fail."

your eyes widen in surprise for a moment. "scara, i can't take this from you," you hug the doll to your chest nonetheless. scaramouche feels relieved that the doll is doing its intended purpose. adding to the comfort and reassurance he is giving you.

"yes, you can," he scoffs, "it's mine to give to who i please, isn't it?" he raises an eyebrow at you. he remembers you using the same logic with him many times before.

he knows how it feels to be abandoned. there is no way he would ever wish that upon you, his precious treasure.

"thank you, scara," your heart is swelling with such love that you thought it might burst. the feeling made it hard to breathe for a moment. "i'll keep him with me, always. i feel a lot better now," even your voice sounds lighter.

"good," he puts his arms back around your waist, moving you back against his chest. "now, you should congratulate me."

you snort softly, giggling a little as you rest your head on his chest. "why?"

"because i figured out the impossible. how to be in two places at once," scaramouche boasts, the same egotistical smirk that you have come to love tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"oh? well, how about this instead," you pick your head up off his chest, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

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HI SUZUUU! Hope ur doing well :3 Can we please have a feral Scara breeding reader over and over until they can’t think straight anymore? 🙏 With some overstimulation and bondage if possible :3 LOVE YOUR WRITING AND HOPE U GET BETTER AFTER TOMORROW!!

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Breeding kink. Creampie. Bondage. Overstimulation. Feral!Scara. Degradation.

This is my face writing this: 😳 Why is creampie such a hot word? Thank you very much 🥺

"Such delicate little wrists," Scaramouche took the time to drag his tongue down one of your wrists before admiring his work. You looked twice as delicate as your wrists, all helpless tied up for him. The purple ribbon he'd chosen to tie your wrists above your head with complimented your skin perfectly.

Seeing you like this made it twice as hard to stand the throbbing in his cock. But, he didn't just want to breed you. He wanted to hear you beg for him to breed you. Beg for him to cum inside you. He doubted he would be able to control himself.

He groaned feeling your wet slick rapidly soaking onto his cock as he grinded against your clit. He was willing to bet that if he curled two fingers inside of you right now, you would immediately feel tight.

"Come on, kitten," Scaramouche encouraged, grasping your chin to make you look at him, "It's easy for you to use your words. I want to hear you beg like the slut you are," He didn't think he could get any harder until he saw the look of adoration welling in your pretty eyes as he degraded you.

The friction of his cock rubbing against your throbbing clit felt so good. Your hips were jerking and rolling into his, the cutest whimpers and moans of shocked pleasure sounding from you. "Please, fuck me, and cum inside of me. Please, please," Was all you could manage before the throbbing in your clit spilled a string of moans from you.

Scaramouche is practically salivating as he grasped his cock, and hastily lined it up with your weeping hole. There was something so arousing about stretching you apart, and pumping you so full of cum that it seeped out around his cock with every thrust.

A pocket of cum in your stomach had the chance to lead to a stomach swollen with child. He let out a low, dominant growl at the thought.

"Such pathetic desperation," He moaned, pushing his cock inside of you. "I need more of it," Your back arched off the bed as his cock kissed into your sweet spot.

It was twice as invigorating for him to hold you down with one hand while he fucked his cock inside you. The amount of control you were giving him, letting him move your head to side so he could bite and suck at the sensitive skin next to your throat made absolutely weak.

You trusted him enough to let him bite the most vulnerable place on your neck. To let his teeth carelessly gnaw and suck at it until dominant marks of possession bloomed. What did he do to deserve such a fucking treasure?

"Deeper, Scara! Harder, please!" You pleaded, writhing underneath him. As comforting as it felt to be tied up for him, you wished you could touch him too. To press his mouth into your neck in that way he likes.

"So fucking tight. You are craving to milk my cock," Scaramouche moaned, his hips snapping into yours as he increased his pace. He was getting lost in the tight feeling of your cunt.

You struggled to hook a leg over one of his hips, the furious pace of his cock nudging into your sweet spot took your breath away. "Sc-Scara, I can barely..barely.." The pleasure was so overwhelming you could barely think, your body quaking with the ache of over stimulation. "Barely breathe," You rocked your hips up so obediently as shameless moans grew louder in octave.

Scaramouche laughed hearing you barely being able to form a simple sentence while you moaned. "You can take it, I know you can," He pinched one of your nipples for extra stimulation, rolling it between the pads of his fingers until it hardened.

You couldn't help it. His feral pace made you cum suddenly, your moans were tinged with a shyness he found endearing. Your body had the delicious, extra twitch of overstimulation. It was all the more erotic for him.

Now that he made you cream hard on his cock, his thrusts turned somewhat careless, aiming to drive his cock as deep inside as it could go. "Just once isn't going to be enough," He growled, leaning down to capture your lips in an aggressive, passionate kiss. He moaned into your mouth, forcing his tongue past your lips.

You felt the pulsing of his cock between your sensitive walls as cum ribboned inside of you. Your mewls of bliss only further server to fuel the fire of his pace.

He scoffed once he pulled out, seeing beads of cum drip from your hole. "Tch, this isn't enough cum," Your hips twitched up into his fingers as he fingered his cum back inside of you.

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Nerd and yandere!scara x naive!reader please I'll beg

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Masturbation. Mentions of recording with web cam, Cunnilingus. Blow job, Finger sucking, Creampie. Obsessive behavior/thoughts. Yandere! Scaramouche

I apologize for having been a bit slow. I have something of an overflow in my inbox 😅

Scaramouche was willing to bet, no, he was positive that you had no idea. You are so naive that it was adorable. You didn't know that he knew your class schedule down to the letter. You didn't know he hoped to catch the scent of your shampoo or your perfume while he sat next to you in class.

You didn't know that he snuck into your dorm, and rooted through your panty drawer. He picked out his favorites to imagine you in while he jacked himself off.

He was 100% positive that you didn't know that he put cameras in your room that he could access easily on his laptop. He would constantly watch you while he did his homework, set up his rebuttal arguments for the debate team (he is the unbeatable captain of the college debate team), or while he played video games.

You didn't know that you gave quite the treat. He remembered watching you one night when you were restless. You'd rolled over onto your back, took off your clothes, and spread your legs. You let out the cutest, desperate little moans as you fingered and rubbed your pussy. He fisted his cock watching you cum, your legs trembling as you grinded shamelessly into your fingers.

Scaramouche selfishly hoped that you were thinking about him.

Would you look up at him with the same naive expression with your lips wrapped around his cock? While he held you down and impaled you on his cock?

God, his current favorite fantasy of you is putting you on your knees with cat ears perched on your head. His hand would be careful not to bump or jostle them while he gripped your hair, bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

You'd had the cutest expression on your face earlier as you listened intently to the Professor's lecture, occasionally tapping the cap of your pen on your notebook while you were thinking. It made Scaramouche crave to slide to his knees underneath your desk, and bury his tongue in your pussy to show his appreciation for how cute you looked.

What he wouldn't give to have you in dorm room with him. To have you crawl into his lap, grinding on his cock in only your soaking panties. To hear you say that you didn't want to go to class today. "I want to stay here with you. I'm really wet," You'd say with your lips right next to his ear in the shyest of tones.

"You have pretty fingers," You told him once. Such an intimate compliment, said with a blush on your cheeks sent such a shiver through him. His cock had started to pulse from the thoughts of making you choke on his fingers while you sucked on them, your adorable little tongue lapping and curling.

Scaramouche was rapidly closing in on you, the delicate little lamb. The mid year project with partners had just been assigned. Thankfully, whoever sat next to you was who you worked with on the project. Had you been partnered with someone else, he'd been prepared to pay them to switch partners.

You would be his. His and no one else's.

His hand was drifting down towards his cock, thoughts of your hole stretched and weeping around it filling his head. Soon his hand wouldn't be doing the job. You would, your pussy clutching warm and tight on his cock while he made you cream on it.

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Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Face sitting. Squirting. Sex toys.

I wanted to get something written real quick before I get on the bus back home tonight. I have a 4 and a half hour layover tonight. Please, give me filthy things to write about to pass the time😭

Scaramouche loves putting his mouth and tongue to work on your pussy. He knows what he can do with his fingers, and his cock. He craves to be able to do the same thing with his tongue. And from the state he reduces you to with it, he knows he is more than going above and beyond.

The way you moan, and tangle your fingers in his hair as your hips jerk to grind on his mouth. The way you tug on his hair before you press his mouth down onto your cunt. The way your back arches when he latches his lips around your clit.

Scaramouche absolutely detests anything sweet. Sugar was a literal cancer on society. There wasn't one sweet on this earth that he would try and like. Until he tasted your cunt, that is. Your sweet was one he didn't even fathom existed.

And he wanted it all the time.

However, Scaramouche didn't just want it all the time. He wanted to hear you beg for his tongue all the time too. It especially made his cock pulse hearing you beg for it overstimulated. More often than not, your wrists were tied above your head and to the headboard, struggling to keep your legs open while he pumped a vibrator inside of you.

When his eyes drank in the twitch of overstimulation, he would lean his head down and kitten lick your clit teasingly. He mocked your moans as they rose in octave for a few moments, slowly swirling his tongue around your throbbing clit. "Look at you, kitten," He cooed tauntingly, drinking in the way you whimpered and twitched in pleasure as the vibrator hummed on your sweet spot. "Overstimulated, and about to cum on the vibrator like a slut."

Your cheeks flushed from his degradation, your clit throbbing more as Scaramouche swept his tongue across it. "But-but..I'd rather cum on your tongue" You whined, grinding your clit on his tongue.

The more overstimulated you were, the sweeter you taste.

Squeezing your thighs around his head while you are riding his face never fails to send him moaning into your pussy, his tongue lapping greedily on your clenching hole. He can feel them tightening on either side of his head, the way they shake while you grip the headboard, trying to hold yourself upright. "Good girl, cream all over my tongue like the slut you are," His fingers stroked and teased the sensitive flesh on the inside of your thighs, trying to get you to squirm more and grind on his tongue.

Making you squirt while he ate you out was incredibly satisfying to him. Imagine his delight discovering that he could make you squirt. After that, he was a man on a mission. Your body always shook when he made you cum. You were so lost in how good his tongue was making you feel, grinding and moaning shamelessly on his mouth.

He lived for the shy blush that dusted your cheeks realizing that you were squirting.

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HI SUZUU! Hope you’re doing well :3 Could we have a Soft!Dom Scara with a reader after a really tiring day? Where he would stuff reader with so much cum her stomach was practically bulging :3 With overstimulation and bondage if you please 🙏 Hope I made sense and HAVE A NICE DAYY

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Bondage. Overstimulation. Multiple creampie. Degrading praise. Soft!Dom Scaramouche.

It made perfect sense ❤️

Delicate, tied up, and helpless. That was how Scaramouche liked you best, especially when he was tired. Tired enough that he thought he would fall asleep if he blinked too long.

You'd been in the same cycle with him for what felt like hours. Even though your wrists were bound above your head, knotted securely to the headboard, he still found a way to hold you down so he could fuck deeper inside of you. Once he reduced you to a whimpering, moaning mess while he pumped you full of cum, he would pull out and finger any cum back inside of you.

Scaramouche scoffed softly hearing you whimper in overstimulation as his fingers skated over your swollen clit. "You just be a good girl. Relax and take what I give you," His thumb circled over your clit, the stimulation sending your thigh quaking as you grinded into his fingers.

You were twice as pliable overstimulated. It delighted him the way you twitch in anticipation of his every touch.

You could tell Scaramouche was tired. You could tell it in the way he grunted and moaned in your ear, his face buried in your neck to try and muffle him as he grinded and rubbed his cock on your puffy pussy. In the way his teeth hastily bit bite marks into your neck. "Good girl," His tongue flicked over the shell of your ear, "Be nice and still," He groaned as he pushed his cock back inside of you, "A perfect, pliable slut," He gently applied extra pressure on a blossoming bite mark to remind you of your place, bottoming out with a muffled groan into your neck.

You writhed a little from the dull ache of overstimulation, your hips jerking up into his as his cock nudged your sweet spot. Being overstimulated, it felt magnified. "I'll be a good girl, I promise," His degrading praise made you blush, and your gummy walls clamp tight on his cock.

Scaramouche's heart fluttered hearing how endearing you sounded. Sitting up, he put a hand on the back of your head, capturing your lips in a dominant kiss of appreciation for your total submission. His cock pulsed from how quick and obedient your mouth was opening for his tongue.

Being as tired as he was, Scaramouche wasn't thinking all that much. He'd tied you up so he wouldn't have to think. Just chase the feeling of filling the pocket of cum in your belly in a little fuller. You weakly hooked a leg over his hip. Even though you were struggling to keep up with his mindless cycle, you were still wanting to take of him.

"Be a good girl, and cream on my cock," There was a hint of softness in his command, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as he pulled away from the kiss. His hand dipped down between your legs and found your clit.

Each pinch and rub made a louder moan or whimper keen from your throat. His helping along ushered in your orgasm, your wrists straining in the silk ties as you shook. Scaramouche's body shuddered as your walls squeezed around his cock.

His thrusts turned sloppy for a moment, lost in the dizzying pleasure of his cock pulsing cum for uptenth time inside of you. He let out a soft whimper of his own hearing how sweet you sounded, mewling as you felt every pulse and rub of his cock as he angled it up deep inside of you.

His cum dripped from your hole, a shy blush on your cheeks as you felt the pocket of cum expand a little. He spent the longest time, lazily thrusting into you as he chased his high. He knew he was going to sleep like a rock having bred you this thoroughly.

Pulling out of you, he gently gripped your chin. "One more round, okay?" He felt weaker for you seeing the submissive way you turned your cheek into his hand as you nodded.

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Im sending hugs to you. I hope this ask helps in any way it can. If you dont want to write it, feel free to ignore (although id appreciate it if youd answer the ask and tell me you wont write it.) love love love you and your writings!

Request!

Fatui scara coming home earlier than his wife which is rare since hes the one thats usually late cuz of harbinger duties. One she does arrive, its practically hours that should be spent in bed, resting. He senses wife troubles aka wife in need of love and attention due to being exhausted from work, life or whatever may be. All he knows is that he needs to get rid of your stress. By fucking it out of you, that is.

I can see this as soft dom scara but you can do whatever you like ^^

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Creampie. Husband!Scaramouche. Degradation. Soft!Dom Scara.

Thank you, dear ❤️ Writing this did help. I am glad everyone likes my soft doms a lot. Scara is straight up husband material in a lot of unique ways 😌

Scaramouche is very set in his ways, his eyes immediately hooding with annoyance the moment he walked through the door. He didn't receive his usual greeting: his wife's arms wrapped around him, nuzzling into his neck with: "I missed you. I am glad you are home."

This man legit walked into every room and looked around. Pulled back the curtains to every window, looking outside in hopes of seeing you. Sighing, he crossed his arms. "Where is my wife?"

He was pretty sure the entirety of Teyvat, and maybe even Celestia was impressed that he'd found a woman who could tolerate him, and the general experience even knowing him brought. He would've been the biggest idiot not to lock you down when he did.

Being the man that he is, Scaramouche knew exactly what you needed the moment he saw you walk in the door. You looked tired, anxious, and lonely. He knew you got anxious without him, and the fact that he'd stayed away three days longer than he promised didn't help much.

Scaramouche knew what he had to do: these tensions were best relieved by fucking you raw, absolutely dumb and drooling on his cock. Real men tended to their wife. And he was determined to do nothing short of that.

From the way your pussy was clenching around his cock as he fucked into you from behind more than said how much you missed him. There wasn't one moment where his cock hadn't been aching to buried raw inside of you.

The relentless pace with which his hips smacked into yours was furious. "Sc-Scara!" You cried out, his cock head nudging firm and consistent into your sweet spot struck you breathless, your fingers clawing at the sheets. You could barely breath as shamelessly loud moans sounded from your throat, "I can't breathe! I need you so badly," The latter was said behind a choked back sobs of pleasure, your hips pushing back into his cock.

"Shh, shh, I know, kitten. I know," Scaramouche groaned, he reached a shaky down to stroke the back of your head before grabbing a handful of your hair, "Just shut that pretty brain of yours off, and focus on one thing," He pulled your head back, pushing a hand down on the small of your back to make you arch it down, "Pleasing me."

He smirked feeling such a shiver rippled through you. The more dominant he got with you, the more you relaxed. Archons, he'd missed you so fucking much. Both him and his cock. Your pussy was clutching so warm, perfect, and tight on his cock. Craving to milk it for all it was worth that it was hard to keep himself from cumming.

Fucking his pretty wife full of his cum was part of tending to her. And there was more than a thick, milky ring glistening on his cock. "Fuck I can feel it, you are so close," He groaned drunkenly, reaching down to rub and pinch your clit, "Cum on your husband's dick like the cock drunk slut you are," He kept a hand on your hip, holding your body still so he could fuck his cock as deep inside of you as he could.

You were dizzy, seeing stars and drooling. Your pussy only clenched tighter, your clit swelling and throbbing more underneath his fingers as he degradingly praised you. He delivered a firm smack across your ass to emphasize he meant what he said.

You mewled in bliss, your toes curling as pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes. You felt every pulse of his thick, veiny cock dragging between your sensitive walls. You could barely hold yourself up on your elbows, your whole body shaking from pleasure.

Scaramouche was certain all those unwanted, stressful tensions were melting away from you. "Who do you belong to, kitten?" He purred, the pads of his fingers skating on your clit, "Who did you swear to honor and obey?"

"You! It's you, Scaramouche!" You barely heard the shaky laugh behind you before the knot of your orgasm finally broke apart, your pussy squirting as you creamed hard on his cock. You could barely comprehend up from down, all the feelings of how hard it was being lonely, waiting all the time was for you was forgotten.

"That's fucking right," Scaramouche moaned, his cock pulsing cum for third time that night inside of you, "Look at my good girl fucking shake, my perfect obedient slut," He babbled. His eyes drifted closed, lost in the haze of how perfect his cock felt sheathed inside of you.

The satisfaction Scaramouche felt was immense when he pulled out of you, his cum oozing out of you as he gently flipped you over onto your back. Your arms immediately wrapped around him as he collapsed on top of you. "I missed you, Scara. I missed you so much," You said sleepily, nuzzling into his neck.

"Finally," He murmured, holding you against him.

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Hellloooooooo😖

This is my first time sending a requestttttt-

Before I ask, I hope you're happy and doing greatttttt, I wish you have a great, wonderful, and lovely day tomorrow!! I wish you the best!! I love you and your workkkk, advanced happy birthday to my favorite writer🫶🫶🫶!!

I was wondering if you can do a Yandere Scaramouche with a fem reader where she got kidnapped by him, and when she woke up, he was about to tell her that struggling is useless because she's tied up- but was surprised that she didn't even struggle at all.

He thought that she's only trying to get his trust so that she can escape later on- but when he saw how she seems to reciprocate his actions, and even initiates them sometimes.. He eventually trusted her-

The rest is up to you-!!

(I hope I didn't yap too much😖😖😖

English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if my grammar is bad-.. T-T

And also, to be specific, please make it smut-

Feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like writing it<3!!

Again, I hope you're doing great, take care of yourself, love you, bye bye-!!🖤🖤🖤)

Yandere!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut Kidnapping. Drugging. Bondage. Degradation. Praise. Creampie. Obsessive/possessive behavior.

Porn with plot this time. This might be a bit longer than I anticipated cause I wanna work on dialogue and detail. I enjoy writing Yanderes ❤️ Smut written while sick, so bear with me🥺

You are way too good for this world, and certainly way too good for the likes of Scaramouche. He knew this. However, this was for your own good. You are strong, but that's exactly why you needed him to protect you. He had to get to you before the unfortunate dregs of life broke you down. Sank it's claws into you, and broke you into a bunch of unfamiliar little pieces.

He more than had experience in the regard.

Scaramouche spent months preparing for this. What he didn't expect was what happened when you finally woke up. The confusion was evident in your eyes when they opened, blinking a few times to focus your vision.

"You are awake," His voice sounded like velvet in your ears, your gaze snapping to him, "Before you woke up, it was real treat for me, you know?" He walked over to the bed, "Getting to see what you look like all tied up for me," His fingers brushed one of your wrists, "Though I am starting to wonder if blue would look just as pretty on those delicate little wrists of yours."

It took a few moments for everything to catch up with you. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shy embarrassed blush that he often craved to see coated your cheeks, your eyes glancing up. Your wrists were tied together and to the headboard with purple ribbons of silk. "What's happening?" You asked a little weakly.

Scaramouche was surprised at the blush. He cleared his throat. "A valid question. I kidnapped you. You dropped like a brick after I drugged you. I may have used a bit more than I needed, but you haven't been sleeping well lately," He replied, matter of fact.

You sighed softly. "Okay," You nodded, adjusting yourself on the bed a little.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow. What was with you? What was up with that blush on your cheeks? Why were you being so calm? Why didn't you flinch away from the touch of someone who'd just drugged and kidnapped you?

Did he dare think you'd thought about being tied up for him?

"There is no use in struggling," He added, to which you only looked calm. He put his hand on your cheek, waiting for you to shriek and shy away from him.

Looking into his electric eyes always made your heart shake. "But, I'm not," His breath hitched in his throat as you turned your cheek into his hand.

"Yeah, you aren't. Now," You were no doubt trying to lure him into a false sense of security. That was usually the go to strategy for anyone who got kidnapped.

Perhaps he would keep you quiet with the few extra doses of sedatives for the first few days.

"Fine, leave me tied up for awhile. When you feel comfortable, untie me. I'll prove I won't run away," You said, giving him a soft smile that made him grit his teeth, "I promise."

Scaramouche flinched hearing the words I promise. So, he tested you. Boy did he test you. He would leave little traps to see if you would leave. He left the door unlocked. The windows open. He even left the damn door wide open. And yet when he returned, there you were, waiting for him.

Was this what love and loyalty looked like in another person? Did he finally understand what those things met?

The more he pushed his boundaries to see if you would break, the more you seemed to accept him. He got handsy and grabby with you, holding you down while he pressed lustful, harsh kisses to your lips. His teeth biting at your lower lip, his fingers brushing over all the intimate places he wanted to sink his teeth into.

Scaramouche was drowning both you and him in the obsessive passion he felt for you. And you accepted every bit of it. Even felt comforted by it. And when you said, "I want you to touch me. I want you," crawling to straddle his lap and nuzzling your cheek into his neck, every last bit of control he had shattered like glass.

"Say it," He hissed, his hand gripping the headboard tighter as he drove his cock into your sweet spot, "Tell me you want me while I make you cum on my cock, slut," He groaned, trembling as he felt your gummy walls clench on his cock.

If you could touch him, you would've. Your hands were tied above your head to the headboard, one wrist wrapped in purple silk, the other wrapped in blue (he couldn't make up his mind). "I want you, Scaramouche," You moaned, rocking your hips up to help push his cock deeper inside of you, "I want you so badly. I always have."

Fuck, your moans sounded so fucking sweet. It sent him reeling that someone like him could make someone like you, the purest thing in this world to him, moan so lewdly. Your weeping, abused pussy sucking his cock in. It was all so fucking addicting.

He drank in the sight of you, twitching and writhing underneath him, ribbons rubbing against your wrists from the force of his thrusts. Your eyes half lidded, and drool pooling from the corner of your mouth. Would you touch yourself if he untied you right here and now from how good he was making you feel? Your fingers skating over your clit, making your walls tighter on his cock?

There wasn't one intimate part of your body that didn't have dark, blossoming bruises of passion bitten into it. He'd had his fingers inside of you while he marked you up, feeling you soak his hand as he sucked and bite your skin.

"I fucking hope you know I am cumming inside," He growled, hovering his other hand over your throat. He didn't wrap his hand around it and squeeze. He just left it there to exert his dominance over you. Cum nearly spilled inside of you seeing how much it aroused you.

Seeing your eyes light up hearing that he planned to cum inside. The intimacy made your orgasm curl tighter. "Y-You promise?" You managed, moving your head back, and exposing your throat submissively to him for him to squeeze if he wanted.

Scaramouche couldn't hold back his moans anymore, especially not after that and so sweetly said. "Fuck, I'll pump you so fucking full. What a whore," He groaned. He would pump you so full like he imagined all those nights he jacked himself off to thoughts of you.

He knew he would never get enough of the shy, adoring blush that coated your cheeks when he degraded you.

"You are mine. All mine," His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as his cock pulsed inside of you. "Do you underneath me, slut? Or are you too fucked dumb?"

"I'm all yours, Scara. I always was," Your words were said with such tender truth to them. He couldn't detect one single hint of deception in your voice, even as your words broke apart into moans and whimpers.

You couldn't help it. You are in so love with him that it hurt. You'd just been too scared to tell him. Afraid of rejection. He could see it in your eyes. But, he understood that completely. "Shh, it's okay now, kitten," He started to babble, shuddering in pleasure as he pushed one of your knees up towards your chest, "I have you now. Everything will be okay. This horrible world won't ever hurt you," His hips snapped into yours with twice the vigor, "I'll see to that."

Only he alone could taint and corrupt you. Only he could break you down and put you back together as he saw fit. It was all the better for him that you accepted it without hesitation.

"You are close, fuck I can feel it," Your walls were squeezing so deliciously tight on his cock. He placed a rough, passionate kiss on your lips, devouring your mouth for a few long minutes. "And you are crying to," He pulled away, brushing the tears of pleasure falling from your eyes away with his thumb, "Cum on my cock like a good girl. You want me to cum inside, don't you?" He cooed.

You could barely manage a nod, crying out for him as your orgasm hit you. Your cum flooded around his cock, the feeling of your walls craving to milk his cock made cum pulse inside of you.

His fingers relentlessly rubbed your clit, further making you twitch and mewl in bliss as he fucked you through your climax.

"Good fucking girl," Scaramouche said, panting as he pulled out of you. Cum dripped out of your weeping hole. He didn't give you time to catch your breath, however. He was already working his way down between your legs to lick and suck your pussy clean.

[seimio-inari]

Happy early birthday!!! I wish you the best :)<3 

This is my second request lol and I want to state again how much I LOVEEE your writing!

As for my request (smut), how abt scummy slightly whiny? scara that just loves to overstimulate himself as well as us! Whether it be with sex toys, with his tongue (piercing?) and his dick lolol. Reader has a sensitive body and often squirms around a lot and tries to stay quiet which he does not like at all so he decides to have his way with us and teach us a lesson in his college dorm where he does NOT care if anybody hears 🧍‍♀️. Feel free to add anything you’d like to this if you do end up writing it and go wild🙌

that was embarrassing to write I hope that made even an ounce of sense lol. I hope you have an amazing birthday once again and a great day/night!! 🩷

Scummy Scaramouche. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toy. Cunnilingus. Overstimulation. Creampie. A dash of Daddy kink and degradation. Scara with a tongue piercing. College AU.

Aww hunny, don't be embarrassed🥺 It was my pleasure to write this. Thank you so much🥺 Because this Scummy Scara, it's kinda gonna be filthy😳

Scaramouche's eyes were hooded into a very annoyed glare. On the one hand, being able to reduce your poor sensitive body into a squirming state stretched his ego, and made his cock pulse. But you were doing something that really annoyed him.

Pissed him off, in fact.

His head has been buried between your legs for what felt like hours now, his tongue piercing grinding and flicking on your swollen clit as he fucked a vibrator in and out of your weeping hole. He could faintly hear the cutest noises keening from you. Noises you were holding back with a hand over your mouth while you squirmed in bliss.

"Don't you dare hold your noises back," He growled, latching his lips around your clit, swirling the ball of his tongue piercing around the throbbing nub. You clamped your hand tighter on your mouth, your other hand finding the back of his head to press his mouth down onto your cunt. The delicious friction of his tongue piercing made your legs shake.

You swallowed back a whimper behind your hand as Scaramouche took the vibrator out of you. He groaned into your cunt as he reached down to rub the toy along his throbbing cock. His cheeks flushed embarrassed at the soft whine that sounded from him as his cock throbbed.

He shivered knowing the more overstimulated he was, the more cum he would pump inside of you.

He slowly drug the toy up and down his cock, his mouth sucking wetly on your clit, and his tongue lapping at your clenching hole. There was a determined look on his face, his thrusts with the vibrator reflected his determination to make you be loud. "Moan for Daddy, you know you want to," He purred, nudging the toy relentlessly into your sweet spot as he teased his tongue piercing on your clit.

"Sc-Scara, someone might-might-" Your hand reflexively tightened on your mouth to quiet your moans, your hips bucking up to grind on his tongue. "-might hear," You barely managed to finish.

Scaramouche scoffed, frustrated. You were always so stubborn in a very determined way. He would fix that. How dare you try and stay quiet in bed! Sighing he released your clit with a wet pop and sat up. Taking the vibrator out of you, he grabbed your hand and took it off your mouth.

"Come on, make noise for me. Moan for me," He hated that he sounded whiny, but he needed to hear you scream and moan for him. Even though the door of his dorm room was open a crack, he really didn't give a shit if anyone heard.

And neither would you when he got his way.

"I'm going to tie your wrists above your head so you can't cover your pretty mouth," He handed you the vibrator as he batted your legs apart. "Hold this on your clit, and rub it on my cock while I fuck you," His instructions were simple. He had to have at least one of your hands busy. He could control the other one easily.

He was going to be damned if you didn't call him Daddy while you crying that you were cumming. Let everyone hear who was fucking you this good.

Blushing shyly, you knew how lewd you were going to look. He turned up the vibrator to the highest setting, putting it on your clit before you could take it in your hand. Scaramouche smacked your other hand away as he came up to quiet your moans.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you now," He moaned, not being to stand how hard his cock pulsed watching you rub your clit with vibrator. The fact that your hole was already clenching around nothing as he pushed his cock inside felt divine to him.

"Or maybe you prefer if I tied you up, and fucked you with the vibrator inside you too," He groaned, bottoming out a fluid snap of his hips, "You would moan for me then," He couldn't help but moan at the thought. It wouldn't take a lot of sweet talking to get you to let him do that sometime.

His hand grasped your chin roughly. "Be a good girl and let everyone know how good Daddy is fucking his slut," He couldn't get enough of the way the shy blush darkened on your cheeks.

The stimulation of the vibrator on your clit, coupled with his cock head hitting your sweet spot relentlessly made your head spin. The overwhelming ache of overstimulation was setting in, making your walls clamp tighter as whimpers and soft moans that started to rise in octave with each thrust started to escape you.

You alternated between rubbing your clit, and rubbing the parts of Scaramouche's cock that wasn't inside of you between thrusts with the vibrator. These periods of time were the only moments you got breathe and adjust to his size. He slowed down his pace to feel the vibrations on his cock, slowly fucking his cock inside of you.

The eventual overstimulation proved to be simply too much for you. It wasn't long before you started crumbling, writhing on the bed as your orgasm curled tighter and tighter in your core. "Daddy! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned loud behind a whimper.

Scaramouche let out a shaky, but victorious laugh. Finally! You were finally being loud in the way he craved. You almost dropped the vibrator from how good his cock felt stretching you apart, returning it to your clit with shaky hands.

"God you should hear what a slut you sound like," He moaned, shuddering in pleasure as he felt your pussy come undone on his cock. You couldn't control your moans, squirting from overstimulation while you shook from the intensity of your orgasm hitting you.

He rubbed and played with your clit while you while you tended to his cock with the vibrator. A few more pumps between your gummy sensitive walls emptied his cock inside of you. "Good girl. Fucking good girl," He groaned, satisfied at the state he'd reduced you to.

Pulling out of you, he scooped the cum that leaked out of your pussy onto the vibrator, and fucked it back inside of you.

[seimio-inari]

Hiiiiiii how are you doing? <3

Stepcest Scara playing with us using a remote controlled vibrator while we're trying to play it cool while there's a family gathering pls? I can only imagine the shit eating grin he would have on his face when he looks at reader across the room while his hand presses a button on the vibrator lol

Stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toy. Edging.

No kidding, that shit eating grin would one for the ages. *Soda is called pop where I live. I am doing..okay..

Scaramouche prided himself in this idea, considered it genius in fact. Even though there was a family gathering going on, the only thing you'd be able to think about was him thanks to the vibrator inside of you. You'd looked so proud and determined, telling him that you could handle anything he had in store.

He was going to enjoy watching his sweet, delicate step sister struggle not to fall apart, craving his cock between your legs instead of a vibrator.

Things had been quiet so far, the vibrator inside you remaining off. And that started to make you think: when was he was going to press that button? He could practically see your mind racing. As much as he was enjoying making you squirm with anticipation, it was time to have his fun with you.

Father gatherings always bored him to tears.

You glanced at Scaramouche before you bent down to get a can of pop out of the ice filled cooler. His shit eating smirk sent a shiver down your spine. Scaramouche rolled the controller in his pocket around and around in his hand, purposely letting a long minute or two drag by, watching you walk over to get some food before he pressed the button.

You nearly dropped the entire plate of potato salad. The toy was on the lowest setting, sending teasing vibrations humming on your sensitive walls. The lowest setting wasn't so bad.

At first.

Your clit started to swell and throb, the wet arousal starting to soak your panties was getting harder to ignore. It wasn't easy to go around, and appear that everything was perfectly normal. In the wake of making polite conversation with another relative, talking about your dog or the weather, thoughts were swirling in your mind.

Of your step brother pounding his cock inside of you, teasing and degrading you about not being able to handle a simple vibrator inside of you. Those thoughts helped your walls to clamp around the vibrator.

You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands, struggling to keep your focus. Soft vibrations were humming against your sweet spot, so barely there that it made you want to sit down and rub your thighs together, or discreetly sneak inside to rub your clit for a few moments.

All the while you could feel Scaramouche watching you, that shit eating smirk widening on his face.

You gasped, covering your mouth and coughing to disguise a moan. The vibrator abruptly turned up to the medium setting. Vibrations were more consistent, making you twitch as you forced a smile on your face.

"The..the weather certainly has been lovely lately," You managed to say, fidgeting a little realizing your panties were soaked and clinging to your pussy.

"Are you okay?" Your relative asked. They thought you were in distress, but it was quite the opposite.

"N-No, I am fine. Just a little-" You were cut off suddenly, the setting on the vibrator suddenly switched to the highest setting. Struck breathless, you tried to continue your conversation, but in the end, couldn't. "tired," You concluded, digging your fingernails further into your palm.

You couldn't exactly say what was going on. That your step brother had his favorite vibrator inside of you, teasing you. That all you wanted was for him to bend you over and fuck you raw.

You excused yourself, your plate of food forgotten. You bit back a whimper, rubbing your thighs together, trying to concentrate on anything. Your eyes always went right to Scaramouche, who was leaning back casually in his chair, his phone in one hand while the other played with the controller in his pocket. The little shit was casually playing a phone game while he teased you.

The vibrator turned to the lowest setting again, right when you were about to cum. Scaramouche knew the way your body twitched all too well. You were a mess, panting a little as you tried not to squirm in your chair. The vibrations were back to being soft and teasing. Barely there, making it torture since you'd been denied.

You move your hips a little hoping to coax the tip of the vibrator more against your sweet spot, but to no avail. Taking a deep breath, you escaped inside the house. You couldn't have anyone see you start to fall apart like this.

You could feel his smirk on your back as Scaramouche watched you dart into the house. You barely made it into your room. Fuck it if the vibrator was still on the lowest setting. You didn't care. If you could make yourself cum just once then maybe you'd be able to handle yourself back down at the family gathering.

Scaramouche got the intoxicating view of you spreading your legs and moving your soaked panties aside. "Couldn't handle it anymore, huh? How pathetic."

You jumped, your fingers barely grazing your engorged, and throbbing clit. Hearing him call you pathetic made your walls clamp tight around the vibrator. "You were right. I..I couldn't handle it," You swallowed back a moan, the look in your eyes one of frantic arousal.

"Hm? What did you say?" Scaramouche twirled the remote control between his fingers. Your eyes zeroed on his thumb hovering over the button, "repeat that, kitten. I was what?" He pressed the button.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your fingers shaking as they tried to find your clit. "Fine, fine, you were right. I.. I couldn't handle it," Moans you struggled to swallow back were starting to come out.

Scaramouche made sure the door was closed before he crawled onto your bed. "Good girl, it pleases me to hear you say that," He loves how your eyes lit up from the slightest words of praise from him. "Does my precious girl want her step brother to get her off?" He purred teasingly.

Your body immediately melts as Scaramouche turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. His cock pulsed seeing your juices ooze out around the vibrator as he started to fuck it in and out of you.

He knew he couldn't keep you up here long. But there was nothing saying later that night, he couldn't watch you use it while you took his cock down your throat.

[seimio-inari]

helloo, this is my first time requesting something but I have gotten obsessed with the way you write so-

I had this idea of a f!reader that is really not vocal in bed. And scaramouche absolutely GETS OFF to every little whimper and whine she makes because he doesn't hear it that often and makes an effort to hear *something* KDBDKDIEIDJD

Ok that's it, woohoo (with my luck i've already forgotten i even wrote this a day later so I'll just sign off with an M to remind myself, lmao)

~M

𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ scaramouche x fem!reader

꒰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ꒱ nsfw themes. cunnilingus. begging (both sides). fingering. penetration. kiss/bite marks. use of "baby" n "pretty girl". just the tip but not for long. he slaps his cock on your pussy like once + slight pussyjob?! (think that's it :3)

꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ꒱ he just wants to hear your cute little moans. is there really something wrong with that?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄—this was actually drafted like... a few days ago?? i don't remember when but suddenly, now, at a random time of 4am i felt like finishing it so here u go !! might be a bit off or something cuz i did it while half awake 😭 LMAO [not proofread]

he's trying his best, he really is. all he wanted was to hear your pretty moans that tell everything he needs to know—that he's making you feel good.

scaramouche's tongue laps up your dripping arousal as his hands held your thighs apart. a soft sigh could be heard from him upon dragging a finger along your slit. that same finger soon enters your hole and finally, you let out a small moan. your voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it, "please moan for me, baby," scaramouche says and dips his head back down in between your legs. he plants a gentle kiss to your clit before speaking up again, "i really want to hear your pretty voice." he sounds almost... desperate.

he brings in another finger inside your pussy, curling them up at the perfect angle that he was sure would let you let out some kind of sound.

but all he got was silence.

a frown forms upon his lips but he won't give up. he leans down to suck on your clit all the while maintaining eye contact as much as possible. a deep blush appears across your cheeks, radiating heat on your skin. his hand makes it way to yours to guide it towards his head. you oblige in his obvious wishes and let your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair.

scaramouche pushes his fingers a bit deeper within you, in hopes that the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot ever so slightly. he wants you to be all needy for him. surely that'll get you talking, right?

after some time, he found himself already lost in the sounds of your cute whimpering whenever he thrusts his fingers inside. "...'m cumming, scara..." you quietly gasp out as he began to absolutely devour you. he's acting like he hasn't eaten in days (which he doesn't even need to do!) "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me."

you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body and bit by bit, moans began to continuously be drawn out from you. he smiles and lets out a low groan; upon standing up, you could clearly see how hard he was as he was stroking the length of his cock. slowly working it up from the base up to the tip.

he teasingly slaps his cock against your folds, eliciting a few good whimpers from you. since he felt like teasing you further, he slides the length of his dick along your slit. the head of it entering your hole every now and then but never fully settling inside you.

"tell me you want it." he spoke in a low and sultry tone.

"i want it." you replied upon throwing the last bit of your dignity out of the window, "i want you, scara. please..." a soft smile curls up his lips. affectionate kisses on your forehead and temples as he easily slid his cock inside. every sweet little sound you let out seems to drive him a little more crazier.

scaramouche's thrusts were slow, yet deep and precise—making sure that you felt pleasure rather than any hints of pain. "fuck, scara..." the way you gasped out his name with so much need laced in your voice. he fucking loves it.

"let me hear you some more, pretty girl." he whispers in between soft kisses on your collarbone as he felt like marking you with his kiss and bite marks. the feeling of that along with the head of his dick reaching your deepest parts sent shivers throughout your body.

he's glad to know that he's making you feel good.

and now he wants to fill you up for being such a good girl, all for him.

[seimio-inari]

congrats on the new child king

[seimio-inari]

Demon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Scara playing cat and mouse, really. Degradation. Scenting. Corruption. Creampie. SELF INDULGENT

@missunstxble pitched the idea. I have one more Demon!Scara smut planned. Written listening to Animal by Magnolia Park.

"Hey, Scara?" You asked, looking up from the book of urban legends he'd been watching you read, "Do you think demons exist?"

"Hm?" Scaramouche said, focusing his attention on what you said as opposed to watching the way you played with your lower lip in thought while you read. "Elaborate your question, I'll amuse you," He has to fight to keep the smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips.

You were so cute, asking a demon about demons. Your innocent question made it twice as cute for him. You didn't know he is a demon.

"Do you believe in demons?" You repeated, showing him a illustration of what the author thought a demon would look like (to which he had to swallow back a snort). "And if you were a demon, what would be do to obtain that one human you really, really want?"

Well, he'd asked you elaborate, so you did.

Did you have any idea what you were really asking? Such naive innocence made him have to have you more. I mean look at you. All small and delicate. Fragile and defenseless.

So deliciously corruptible.

Scaramouche sighed, considering how to play his cards. He took the book from you, and closed it, holding it above his head when you tried to reach for it. "Let me frank, kitten," He began, flicking you in the forehead, "You are pure demon bait."

A shy blush reddened your cheeks. "Huh?" His answer blind sided you, "H-How?" For a hypothetical question, Scaramouche sure sounded like he'd taken the question seriously.

He almost licked his lips. You just continued to ooze innocence from every fiber of your being. That's what made you smell so fucking good. To tease you, he ignores your question. "To start with, I would start scenting you as soon as possible. The sooner you smelled like me, the better. It would deter other demon scum from taking what's mine."

He'd been doing that for weeks. Any opportunity he could find for you to wear his hoodie, or one of his shirts, he took it. "I would start marking that pretty skin if yours. Your collarbones, your throat," Raising a hand, his fingers followed the pattern of his words, ghosting over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, "your chest, your hips, your thighs. Any intimate part on your body would have my teeth marks."

Every word Scaramouche said was making your heart shake. You were stunned into silence, looking at him in awe. "Hypothetically speaking, of course," He chuckled, seeing the way your eyes lingered on his hand when he took it off your thigh.

"You know, honestly, that doesn't sound that bad," You said, making him raise an eyebrow at you. More more like a cat pricking his ears in attention. "That kind of possession just sounds so comforting to me," You blushed realizing Scaramouche's words started to make you wet.

Now Scaramouche allowed himself to smirk. Tug tug went the cat, pulling on the string attached to the mouse. You'd only put yourself that much closer to being his. You were practically begging for him to take you now.

A demon needed to have patience.

"Hey, Scara?" You asked, the shy tone in your voice made his cock twitch. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest, smell your sudden arousal filtering in the air. "You wanna unwind, and have sex?" Even the shy quiver that went through your body was irresistible to him.

"Offering yourself up on a silver plate," Scaramouche purred, moving closer to you on your bed, "how very characteristic of demon bait," His hands were already unzipping and taking his hoodie off of you. He'd purposely turned your air conditioner down more than a few degrees so you would get cold and ask to wear it.

He would allow himself to lose control a little while still keeping his secret. You didn't have time to think about much his teasing flustered you. His hands were pawing at your clothes, his mouth and lips on your skin steadily starting to draw shaky moans from you.

Scaramouche groaned, scooping a fold of skin into his mouth. The taste nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head, his teeth feverishly sucking and grinding on your pliable flesh. Your arms wound around his neck, a shaky hand finding the back of his head.

You pressed his mouth against your neck, your hips jerking up to grind your clothed pussy against his cock. He'd left only your panties on, just so he could feel your juices through the flimsy fabric onto his cock. One hand found your hips, holding them down as he grinded his cock against your panties.

"Fuck, what a slut," Scaramouche laughed shakily, his degradation sending jolts of pleasure to your throbbing clit, "already so wet for me," A wet pop accompanied his mouth as he took it off your neck.

You were already reaching to take your panties off, earning you a gentle smack on your hand. He hastily tugged your panties off. "Do you know how long I've wanted to devour you?" There was a somewhat unfocused, drunk look in his striking indigo eyes.

Such a desperation for Scaramouche gripped your body. It reflected in your eyes, in the way your body pressed against his. You were clinging to him, which is what he craved more than anything. You moaned as he pushed the head of his leaking cock against your entrance.

"To stretch this pretty pussy out, and fuck my cock deep inside?" Sweet mewls keened from you as he started to push his cock inside of you, his fingers dancing on your clit. "To feel you clench like a whore on my cock?" He pinched your clit, hissing in pleasure as your gummy walls clutched around his length.

Leaning down, Scaramouche scooped one of your nipples into his mouth to suck on. You gasped in pleasure, eagerly rocking your hips up to help draw his cock inside of you. He was fast overwhelming your senses, your body twitching sensitive as his tongue swirled around your nipple.

With a growl, he bottomed out with a quick snap of his hips. His cock nudging firm into your sweet spot before he started thrusting made you see stars. "So soft, and warm. So fucking tight," He groaned, pressing his weight down on you, giving himself leeway to fuck himself deeper into you.

Your fingernails dug into his back, racking along his skin in a way that made him shudder in pleasure. If only you knew that a demon was fucking you this good.

He sat up, firmly gripping your thighs to hold them apart. He wanted to admire his cock pumping in and out of you, juices seeping around his cock as you lost the ability to form coherent words.

"So big.." You whimpered, writhing on the bed in his grasp, "Sc-Scara.." was about all you could manage. Each stroke of his cock, stretching and rubbing between your walls sent you that much closer to the edge. Your words fell apart into uncontrolled moans.

"Fuck, moan just like that while I empty my cock inside you," He kept a possessive grip on one of your thighs, rubbing your clit, "cum on my cock like an obedient slut," Putting his hand under your head, he picked it up so he could press a heated, possessive kiss on your lips.

"Look at you shake," Scaramouche purred in approval as you suddenly creamed on his cock, shaking and drooling from the intensity of your orgasm. "Such a good girl deserves a reward," The sensation of his cock ribboning cum inside of you further melted you underneath him.

[seimio-inari]

what is bro so angry about

[seimio-inari]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[seimio-inari]

Just Scara appreciating your body aka lots and LOTS of body worship + slightly implied chubby! Reader and pervy! Scara if you squint

NSFW under the cut!

Scaramouche who just loves your hair, adoring the way he can weave his fingers between the strands for leverage whenever he's kissing or fucking you. Or when you wake up in the morning, with the top of your head looking like a rat's nest, he thinks the way it frames your face and sticks up wildly everywhere is cute. It reminds him of how messy it gets after you two have sex and the thought makes his pants tighten.

Scaramouche who just loves your cheeks, whether they're chubby or not. When you're angry, he fixates on the way they go red and puff up, making him want to kiss or pinch them. Or when you're crying in pleasure, his tongue is quick to dart out and lap at the tears running down the puffy skin.

Scaramouche who just loves your eyes, and could stare into them forever. No matter what colour, he just gets lost in them more often than not. The way they go lidded when his lips meet yours, or squint as he pleasures you. His favourite part is when they roll back as you orgasm.

Scaramouche who just loves your mouth, and the way your pretty lips frame it. They're so soft whenever he kisses you, he never wants to pull away till they're bruised and swollen. And the sweet moans that escape you when he's going down on you makes him so hard, watching as your little tongue lolls out as you get lost in bliss.

Scaramouche who just loves your neck, seeing it as a lovely canvas for him to decorate. More often than not you're neck is covered in hickey's, some new and some faded. He loves biting you everywhere, but there's something about marking up such a classic area. You never leave the bedroom without your entire throat and shoulders covered in purple-red blemishes.

Scaramouche who just loves your chest, especially your breasts. Size doesn't matter to him, he'll squeeze and fondle the soft mounds to his heart's content. He loves the way you tug on his hair whenever he sucks and plays with your nipples till they're puffy and swollen. He finds great comfort in burying his face between them whenever you ride him.

Scaramouche who just loves your arms. The way they wrap around his body, holding him close is just so comforting. The best part, in his opinion, is when they loop around his neck whenever you both engage in a sensual make out session, the warmth radiating from them making him feel fuzzy on the inside.

Scaramouche who just loves your hands, they're so dainty, he thinks to himself even if they're not smaller than his. The way your fingers curl around his length when he makes you jerk him off has him throwing his head back, grabbing your wrist to guide you at a pace to his liking. The sight alone has him cumming into your palm, and he just has to take a picture of the way his semen drips from your digits afterwards.

Scaramouche who just loves your stomach, especially if you're a bit more on the chubby side. If you're taking it from behind, his hands have a habit of creeping around your waist to sink into the soft flesh of your middle, groaning at the way it squishes beneath his palm. Even in a non sexual scenario, he loves giving you back hugs, his hands sneakily going beneath your shirt to play with your chubby tummy as he buries his face in your neck.

Scaramouche who just loves your hips, not caring if you have hip dips or not. Hell, he probably wouldn't even know the difference. The slight sway as you walk has his mind wandering to not-so-innocent places. Everytime you two have sex, his hands' default resting place is on your hips, using them to move you up and down his stiff cock.

Scaramouche who just loves your thighs, the way they're so soft and make a great pillow for his head. He loves it when you wear skirts or shorts, the fabric framing your thighs perfectly. When he's eating you out, he makes it a point to pull your thighs around his head, moaning in pleasure as the plush flesh engulfs him.

Scaramouche who just loves your ass, flat or not he can and he IS going to smack it hard at the most random times. You ask why he's always lagging behind you when you're walking somewhere and he brushes it off as wanting to see the scenery. But little did you know that the 'scenery' is your ass. If you're doing it doggystyle, he will be slapping and groping the flesh of your behind like its a stress ball at his disposal.

Scaramouche who just loves your pussy, his favourite thing about you aside from the fact that you're...well, you. It doesn't matter if he's using his tongue, fingers or cock, the way you clench and cum around him gives him a high like no other. If you're wearing a skirt and the wind happens to be blowing a bit too hard, he'll be breaking his neck to try and get a peak at those soft cotton panties that hug the puffy lips of your folds in a way that makes him drool.

Scaramouche who just loves your legs. He's developed a little habit of throwing them over his shoulders whenever he's got you in a mating press or feasting on your pussy. The way your toes curl as he makes your squirt all over his dick makes him feel smug.

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Just Scara appreciating your body aka lots and LOTS of body worship + slightly implied chubby! Reader and pervy! Scara if you squint

NSFW under the cut!

Scaramouche who just loves your hair, adoring the way he can weave his fingers between the strands for leverage whenever he's kissing or fucking you. Or when you wake up in the morning, with the top of your head looking like a rat's nest, he thinks the way it frames your face and sticks up wildly everywhere is cute. It reminds him of how messy it gets after you two have sex and the thought makes his pants tighten.

Scaramouche who just loves your cheeks, whether they're chubby or not. When you're angry, he fixates on the way they go red and puff up, making him want to kiss or pinch them. Or when you're crying in pleasure, his tongue is quick to dart out and lap at the tears running down the puffy skin.

Scaramouche who just loves your eyes, and could stare into them forever. No matter what colour, he just gets lost in them more often than not. The way they go lidded when his lips meet yours, or squint as he pleasures you. His favourite part is when they roll back as you orgasm.

Scaramouche who just loves your mouth, and the way your pretty lips frame it. They're so soft whenever he kisses you, he never wants to pull away till they're bruised and swollen. And the sweet moans that escape you when he's going down on you makes him so hard, watching as your little tongue lolls out as you get lost in bliss.

Scaramouche who just loves your neck, seeing it as a lovely canvas for him to decorate. More often than not you're neck is covered in hickey's, some new and some faded. He loves biting you everywhere, but there's something about marking up such a classic area. You never leave the bedroom without your entire throat and shoulders covered in purple-red blemishes.

Scaramouche who just loves your chest, especially your breasts. Size doesn't matter to him, he'll squeeze and fondle the soft mounds to his heart's content. He loves the way you tug on his hair whenever he sucks and plays with your nipples till they're puffy and swollen. He finds great comfort in burying his face between them whenever you ride him.

Scaramouche who just loves your arms. The way they wrap around his body, holding him close is just so comforting. The best part, in his opinion, is when they loop around his neck whenever you both engage in a sensual make out session, the warmth radiating from them making him feel fuzzy on the inside.

Scaramouche who just loves your hands, they're so dainty, he thinks to himself even if they're not smaller than his. The way your fingers curl around his length when he makes you jerk him off has him throwing his head back, grabbing your wrist to guide you at a pace to his liking. The sight alone has him cumming into your palm, and he just has to take a picture of the way his semen drips from your digits afterwards.

Scaramouche who just loves your stomach, especially if you're a bit more on the chubby side. If you're taking it from behind, his hands have a habit of creeping around your waist to sink into the soft flesh of your middle, groaning at the way it squishes beneath his palm. Even in a non sexual scenario, he loves giving you back hugs, his hands sneakily going beneath your shirt to play with your chubby tummy as he buries his face in your neck.

Scaramouche who just loves your hips, not caring if you have hip dips or not. Hell, he probably wouldn't even know the difference. The slight sway as you walk has his mind wandering to not-so-innocent places. Everytime you two have sex, his hands' default resting place is on your hips, using them to move you up and down his stiff cock.

Scaramouche who just loves your thighs, the way they're so soft and make a great pillow for his head. He loves it when you wear skirts or shorts, the fabric framing your thighs perfectly. When he's eating you out, he makes it a point to pull your thighs around his head, moaning in pleasure as the plush flesh engulfs him.

Scaramouche who just loves your ass, flat or not he can and he IS going to smack it hard at the most random times. You ask why he's always lagging behind you when you're walking somewhere and he brushes it off as wanting to see the scenery. But little did you know that the 'scenery' is your ass. If you're doing it doggystyle, he will be slapping and groping the flesh of your behind like its a stress ball at his disposal.

Scaramouche who just loves your pussy, his favourite thing about you aside from the fact that you're...well, you. It doesn't matter if he's using his tongue, fingers or cock, the way you clench and cum around him gives him a high like no other. If you're wearing a skirt and the wind happens to be blowing a bit too hard, he'll be breaking his neck to try and get a peak at those soft cotton panties that hug the puffy lips of your folds in a way that makes him drool.

Scaramouche who just loves your legs. He's developed a little habit of throwing them over his shoulders whenever he's got you in a mating press or feasting on your pussy. The way your toes curl as he makes your squirt all over his dick makes him feel smug.