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oceanisty · 2 days
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You Hated Me, but I'm Crazy for You
Scaramouche x Fem!Reader
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A/N : Okay so, my teacher decided to give a group assignment where we make dramas. I got assigned by my group to make a script for a drama. The script was about two students being academic rivals, they are supposed to be friends in the end but my GOODNESS I just can't unsee the romantic tension between the two characters. It's TOO GOOD to pass so I decided to make this one-shot. ISTG I've never grabbed my laptop to make a fanfiction THIS FAST in my life, I'm literally still in class as we speak.
DISCLAIMER(S) : Academic rivals, enemies to lovers, modern AU, high school AU, both Scaramouche and Reader are 18 years old (junior to senior year in high school), curse words,  angst(?), reader absolutely hates Scaramouche but he is CRAZY for her, this mf is a SIMP for the reader, the reader having VERY strict parents. If it’s ooc I am so sorry. I might make part 2, I don’t know. I feel like this is a little bit too short.
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You didn’t know what happened, you didn’t know how it happened. You had a perfect life, perfect grades, teachers loved you, guaranteed a bright future ahead. Your families are proud, your parents approved you for being the perfect, straight A’s girl they wanted you to be. It was all going very well, but then… he had to show up in your life.
“H-Huh?....” You stared at your report card, terrified. Your rank says “2nd”. You keep opening and closing your report card, asking your friends if you’re not imagining things. You got 2nd…. for the first time in your life.
“Haha… that scared expression on your face, what a sight to see.” That boy walked past your desk, with a proud smirk on his face.
Scaramouche… a boy your age, slightly taller than you, those soft looking indigo hair annoys you, those stupidly beautiful eyes of his keep piercing you through your soul. You hate him, every single atom of his existence. Ever since entering the Akademiya, he keeps bugging you, annoying you to hell. Scoring higher than you by the slightest, he would rub it in your face.
It’s worse when he keeps beating you on reaching the 1st rank every single semester. You became a disappointment for your parents, they keep putting you under pressure. The only time you managed to reach 1st rank was in the first semester of 11th grade. You were so happy, you proudly rubbed it in his face, telling every single one of your friends that you beat him. But of course, your parents’ reaction was nothing other than a disappointing hum.
You stayed up late night after night, studying 24/7 just to beat his ass. Only for him to reach the 1st rank again in the second semester. The smug expression on his face when he looked at you with a mocking grin, you just wanna slap his face in front of everyone right then and there. Once again, your parents are disappointed in you. Putting you in a house arrest, not allowing you to spend your summer out with your friends. Making you stay at home, just study, study, and study.
You feel trapped, you just want to be free. You don’t know why he has to exist, why he has to be in your way. Your life was perfect, you had everything. He doesn’t even look like he’s trying! He just sits there, looking as lazy as a sloth, yet he keeps beating you on every single exam being thrown at you. The only thing you wanted was to survive highschool smoothly. Because once you’re in college, you’re free from your parents.
The pressure got worse in 12th grade, your senior year. The pressure from your parents became worse. Once again, he got 1st rank. As you stare at your report card with a devastated expression, Scaramouche approaches you and leans slightly closer to peek from your shoulder. He let out a chuckle when he saw your scores on your card, you turned your head to look at him with a glare. He just flashes his annoying smirk at you then walks off.
Later that noon, you see him just sitting in the empty classroom. You didn’t even care what he was doing when it’s currently after school hours. You barged into the empty classroom to approach him with anger, you grabbed his collar and pulled him up to your eye level. “You motherfucker! You think you’re better than me?! For my whole life, you’ve been torturing me. What is your fucking problem?!”
Scaramouche just looks up at you with a calm expression, a small smirk appears on his lips. Yet he refuses to say anything, which makes your blood boil even more. “I swear to the Archons above, I will kick your ass one day… you bitch!” He just let out a mocking laugh, a grin appeared on his face. “You’re so pathetic… It’s so easy to rile you up, it’s almost like you’re so obsessed with me, darling~” You had to hold yourself from punching him because of that mocking tone in his voice.
You both stayed at that position for a while, he looked so amused while you look like you would and will kill him. After a few seconds, you threw him back at the seat and just walked away. As much as you wanted to send him to the infirmary, you told yourself that it’s not worth it. What you didn’t know was the fact that Scaramouche’s heart beat faster when left. A blush spread on his cheeks, a hand covering his lower face. “Oh fuck…” He whispered to himself.
If riling you up would mean for him to see you snap at him, he would gladly do it for the rest of his high school year.
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Made by @oceanisty on 27/03/2024. Dividers by benkeibears Navigation Genshin Masterlist
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tartaroooo · 1 day
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One More Night
Hookups were supposedly a one- time thing. A way to have fun without getting attached.
So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?
A/n: A quick edit of a draft I've had in my notes for a while now. Gn! reader x Scaramouche.
Art credits: ike_0910
Warning: Slight nsfw, cursing
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Scaramouche despises hookups.
To be tangled within the sheets with a complete stranger, the idea repulsed him to no end. Honestly, it was rather pathetic. It was nothing more than a desperate act of attention. A despondent call to those terrified of estrangement. But archons forbid, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit curious.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try at least once?
Besides, stress has been eating him up lately. He needed a way to clear his thoughts and forget. To let go and revel in the pleasure of losing himself in his inhibitions.
But there must be something wrong with his hookup. Weren't they supposedly a one- time thing? A way to have fun without getting attached?
So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?
Why does he insist on keeping you on his bed, with a part of him wishing you'd stay there forever?
He hated this so much.
Words can’t express how much he loathes this thing referred to as attachment. He refuses to let his emotions run rampant again and undergo the heartbreak of treachery. He’s been betrayed three times. He’s not letting you be his fourth one.
Yet here he was, in bed with you for the 5th time this week, lips locked in a fiery fit of passion. Your wrists were pinned above your head, it was scary how he didn’t want to let you go. How despite his repugnance towards devotion, his hypocrisy ruled with the thoughts of keeping you in place.
"You taste so fucking good…", he mumbles as his breath brushes against your lips. Your skin was redolent of fresh lemon with the base of woody amber, the bed sheets stained with the scent of your perfume. The air was heavy, choking the last of his self-control. He eyes you, taking shallow breaths underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips as you never fail to provide him with the dopamine of having control. He dives in for another kiss, this time devoid of passion and merely fueled by his hunger. Hunger for you. For the delightful moans that slip out your pretty, little mouth when he pounds relentlessly into you. For the way your body arches when he rakes his fingernails across your smooth skin, all the while his hips snap forward to hit that spot deep within you. A certain area only he knows that would drive you crazy.
He was obsessed with this feeling.
He knows that he should've let you go already, that this is something that shouldn't be happening. But dear archons forgive him because being wrong never felt so right. You were like a poison who seeped into his veins, rewiring his brain to be filled with thoughts regarding you and you alone. You collapsed the building of his very morals, turned everything he stood up for into non-existent debris.
"One more night…" He mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. It would be a comforting gesture, if not for the fact that he sinks his teeth into your skin and gnaws on it like a piece of meat. He’s sure that's going to leave a mark tomorrow yet it doesn’t stop the sinful moan that escapes your throat, an invitation for him to keep going. And he will most definitely keep going. His sense of judgement disintegrated when you hooked your arms around his neck, reciprocating his intense desire that tarnished both your bodies and short circuited your willpower. Nothing else mattered. Just you and his desire to have his way with you until he's satisfied.
A low chuckle escapes from the confines of his throat as he saw how much of a mess you became. A mess that belonged in his museum of you, framed, sculpted or whatever way its preserved. With a smirk that seemed to widen every passing minute, his fingers lightly trace the curve of your spine.
He just couldn't get enough of you.
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floylia · 6 hours
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ELYSIAN ♫
04. Take a risk?
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Vulnerability is a demanding feat for Scara.
In fact, vulnerable Scara is a privilege not many have seen. He does not allow himself to slip through the harsh mold he sculpted for himself.
So imagine the bewilderment on your face upon finding your dear friend lying in the comfort of your bed, face down on the once perfectly, cushioned pillows, with his phone sitting atop the edge.
You inched closer before settling near his sleeping frame.
Scara has not changed. His purple hair retained its fluff, while some strands draped over his closed eyes. He looked at ease—so different from how he usually presents himself.
Years have passed since you’ve last seen him in person, but this was not the reunion you were expecting. Instead, you anticipated a snarky Scara, complaining about your overpacking skills while undermining your decision-making abilities before force-feeding you his favorite Inazuman cuisine as a show of hospitality.
How wrong you were.
Because this was a better sight.
“What are you doing?” Scara’s eyes flung wide open.
Shit.
You cleared your throat, before standing up and feigning ignorance at your earlier actions, “Dhouldn’t I be asking you that question? I entered the room to see you sound asleep in my perfectly made-bed with your outside clothes on.”
“I don’t even know what happened,” he responded while rubbing his eyes and tousling his hair.
What a domestic scene.
“Get out of my bed. You messed it up.”
“You’ll live,” Scara responded as he removed himself from your bed before spotting Bambi lying on the spacious couch across the room with his favorite stuffed bunny neatly wrapped around his feet. Scara pointed at your cat, “You actually brought him?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged, “Because you’re an awful cat owner.”
You threw the perfectly cushioned pillow at his face, “Be careful with your words.”
The light thud of the pillow landing on the floor after hitting his face, roused your once asleep rag doll. Immediately, Scara sat next to Bambi, expecting your cat to sit on his lap, ready to be petted. But you knew better, Bambi despised affection—or so you thought, because your cat gladly took Scara up on that offer and made himself comfortable.
You scoffed at the scene while Scara smirked at your reaction, “It seems Bambi still likes me more than you.”
You rolled your eyes, “He’s probably the only entity in this world to tolerate your cocky ass.”
“My fans would beg to differ.”
You decided to humor him, “Yeah, I’m sure they’d get down on their knees for you.”
“They better.”
“I hate this conversation.”
He chuckled slightly, catching you off-guard, still in disbelief that you were in the same proximity as him, bantering as always as if distance was never an issue.
“You started it,” he said before grabbing his phone, “So what do want to eat?”
“What? It’s twelve in the morning, aren’t you leaving?”
He scratched his head, “Oh, should I go?
No. I missed hanging out with you.
Yes. I’m exhausted.
I don’t know? But I have questions you need to answer.
Fuck it. “I want a bowl of Shimi Chazuke.”
His face brightened up, “Oh, that’s my favorite.”
I know. “What a surprise.”
He continued to scroll on his phone, dedicated on scouring the internet for his favorite midnight snack, “There’s one restaurant open for delivery. Even better—it’s ten minutes away,” He glanced back at you, “Anything else?”
You shook your head, “Ayaka and Thoma already spoiled me today.”
Not only did they feed you, but Ayaka gave you an “Inazuman goodie bag.” You have yet to open it.
“The food should be here in thirty minutes.”
That should be enough time…
You hummed at his words and made yourself comfortable on the bed with a pillow resting on your chest acting as support for your arms as you scroll through your phone before saying, “Then while we wait, do want to finally explain why you brought me here?”
You glimpsed at your friend. Scara froze for a second before shifting his posture on the couch, “Straight to the point?”
You nodded, “Why not? That was part of our “deal,” right?”
Scara recalled your conversation.
You found it strange how he kept fidgeting and adjusting in his seat while holding your rag doll like a stress toy. You’re aware of Scara’s sporadic generosity, but was he up to?
Finally, he cleared his throat, “Are you willing to take a risk?”
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Notes:
I’M SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES
i don’t like this chapter, but i hope you do?
i had another non written alternative for this one saved in my drafts, but it felt unnatural, so i scrapped it
next chapter is the last written chapter for a while
shimi chazuke is scara’s special food
Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?
Scaramouche x fem!reader
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hanxku · 9 months
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imagine jerking wanderer off in the middle of a forest in sumeru, hidden in the shade of a tree.
you looked down on him, sitting astride his half-undressed thighs.
out of breath, heart trembling. those lips that previously commanded entire fatui armies, moist with your saliva...that indigo, mean gaze that terrified anyone...and now looking only at you.  you you and you.
"...touch me...I can't take it anymore..." he whispers, sliding his hands on your hips.
you raise an eyebrow.
"....p..please..." he adds between his teeth. you didn't need to insist, he must be very excited today to give up so easily. 
you lower your hand, and he automatically raises his hips, groaning as your fingernails brushes his erection still covered in his black bodysuit. rock hard.
"how long have you been like this, mh?"
he lowers his head, his hands tightening more around your hips, squeezing them.
"who fucking cares....just...touch me..!"
your hand automatically tightens around the bulge, snatching a shaky whimper from him.
"you're in no good position to give me orders, little puppet..."
the boy's breath was getting more and more erratic as you rubbed his erection fiercely. you could feel it pulsate under your palm.
"...ah...could it be when we bathed in the lake this morning? when you kept staring at me with those bratty eyes? mh?"
he lowers his head and nods very slowly.  he couldn't take it anymore. he wanted you to touch him.
"fuck...just...please..."
your hand passes over his chest, only covered by his black bodysuit, so thin that it revealed his hardened nipples.
you rub them as you pass your hands on his torso, which tenses at the contact. no heartbeat in the entrails of his doll body, but a palpable warmth that emanated from his white skin. your hand goes down...and down....and his breathing increases as you grip his bodysuit between his legs, releasing his erection from the wet tissue.
his hard member stands under your eyes, already wet and throbbing with need.
you grab it gently and start to stroke it slowly....too slow.
one of his hands grabs your wrist. he growls :  "i fucking swear... if you...don't go faster than that I will...agh!"  your hand tightens around his member. his head falls back against the trunk of the tree. he moans.
"yeah ? what are you going to do, huh?" you whisper as you lean towards him. his puppet white skin quivered under your tongue and lips as you kissed down his neck.  "you can't do anything to me, wanderer....can you ?" your hand quickens.
his eyes open wide to the sensations and his body tenses with pleasure under your fingers. his hips rises even more, with a seemingly unsuspected force, lifting you up slightly on his legs.
"oh...fuck..." he moaned, his voice thick with arousal. "keep going please...dont stop..."
his hands slide down your body, shoulders, arms, waist and legs.
his indigo hair slightly concealed his half-closed dark eyes as you watched him trembling, on the verge of orgasm. beautiful...
your hand slides down his cheek, your lips close to his without kissing them as you whisper "come for me....let go..."
he doesnt need more to come hard between your fingers, moaning and whimpering your name against your lips, his body throbbing with pleasure and his eyes rolling back as he finally let his head drop against your chest.
you raise your hand slowly and lick it gently before bringing it to his shaky lips.
"what a good boy...." you whisper softly as he hugs your waist tighter, suckling on your fingers, his body still throbbing against yours.
he gave you the power for this time....he was too weak...next time he won't let you have your way.
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i23kazu · 5 months
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GENSHIN MEN & YOU USING THEM AS A BODY PILLOW .
characters. wriothesley scara x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. this is so tiney im so sorry anon but this is all my brain can handle rn ueueuueue. i hope this is okay :"))))) . | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D
wriothesley
wriothesley actually doesn't mind being your body pillow...
i mean. you're comfortable. he's comfortable
everybody wins!
but also sometimes you squeeze him really hard and he freezes up because how are you so STRONG. like what the hell
(secretly he thinks of you picking him up like that. ough)
wriothesley doesn't actually have the heart to tell you to move aside.
how can he, when you look like such an angel wrapped around his waist? bathroom and bladder control be damned.
it's like having a cat on your lap. rule number one: never move from your spot if you're the chosen one. congratulations. you're bound to the couch forever
when you wake up, though ... wriothesley has fallen asleep. now it's your turn to not move. you're the body pillow now. hehe.
scara
grumpy cat. gruuuuumpy cat
okay i feel like maybe i push the scara hates things agenda a lot. i don't actually think scara hates this... when he knows that it makes you happy, he's willing to sacrifice his back just for you
maybe at the most he acts as if he's reluctant. dont let it fool you though – he's warm to the touch and actually a relatively good cuddler.
please don't be fooled! he might warm up to the idea sooner or later
it really is a win though, please keep convincing him. he gets cuddles, you get cuddles, and he doesn't even have to ask for it! no more convincing himself that he's fine and doesn't need that
especially when you initiate it. just keep doing it – watch as he slowly inches closer towards you. maybe he even tries to put his arm on your waist, stroking it with his thumb. just maybe.
and maybe, you're the one who allows him to open up to physical affection.
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cherriette · 8 months
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how they're like in bed ! [kuni/wanderer/scara]
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~ cherry cherry~
featuring . . . . : K♡NIKUZUSHI (kabukimono) + W★NDERER + SC★RAMOUCHE + afab!reader (separately | headcanons)
NOTE ::: SMUT WRITTEN BELOW THE CUT : do not read if you do not like smut, obviously. 💗 this is my first time but i did my best to make it like all the good smut i've read :(
choking, degradation, impact play, begging, hair-pulling, oral (giving and receiving), marking, overstimulation .... etc.
NOT proofread. sorry. 😔
idc who interacts just make sure you're not on my dni list 🙏🏻😒
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~ cherry cherry~
♡ Starting off with KUNIKUZUSHI who can be gentle; but prefers to go whichever pace you like. He's on the more vocal side (and this I strongly stand by), whimpering out your name regardless of how fast or slow, rough or gentle, etc. he's thrusting into you.
♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who whimpers and mewls into your ear; muttering about how good you're making him feel, how nicely you feel around him.
♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who just loves how you suck him off, the way your tongue swirls around his hardened, aching cock, or how you look up at him teary-eyed from all the times you've gagged on him. Might just get ahead of himself, and grab your hair to practically mouth-fuck you; whining out your name so loudly, and little 'yeah~'s and 'don't stop~'s. ♡♡♡
♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who, honestly, would be on the needier side -- in a way, just a sub? For the most part, really (but, not a bottom, necessarily)..? Yes, he wants you to feel good; but god, he just loves how you make him feel good; wanting more and more because he can't get enough of you 💗
♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who just loves eating you out. Licking your clit, before moving back down to your drenched folds. He just can't have enough of how good you taste --- and your moans on top of that? Relishing each and every one of them.
. . .
♡ Honestly; I imagine he likes any position where he can see your face, and otherwise just likes when you're on top of him. Seeing how your lips part to let out those pretty noises, and how your eyes roll back when he fucks you in all the right places. Getting so lost in pleasure as he ruts into you, holding your waist or hips --- or whatever part of your body he can, really, and his own eyes half-lidded and glazed over with pure lust. Slurred out words from him because he's just so drunk off your little pussy.
Burying his face into your chest (or the crook of your neck depending on the height difference..?) as he stuffs you with his throbbing cock, kissing along your pretty skin already abused and adorned by his hickeys and love bites.
Lasts pretty long, too; but, of course, will stop if you want to stop before he gets tired. He wants to make sure he's helping his dearest love feel good and is enjoying it, after all.💗
♡ Makes sure to do aftercare ; cleaning you up, cleaning up whatever mess you made - and cuddling you with kisses and making sure to get you whatever you need. Telling you how happy you make him, how much he loves you; making sure he wasn't being too much for you and that you're not hurt, etc. <3
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★ Leading up to SCARAMOUCHE who, unsurprisingly, is much more rough and merciless when he fucks you. Cock plunging into your poor abused cunt, still leaking his seed from the previous rounds; and your ass red from all the good, hard slaps he left there while pounding into you. Don't forget the hair-pulling, or how he groans out how good your pussy feels 'round him, how much of a dirty little slut you are for him; or how nicely you're taking is fat cock — bound to cum inside you for the nth time at this rate.
★ SCARAMOUCHE, who just loves when you're a mess for him. Drool trickling down your chin and glossing your pouting lips, eyes glistening with tears as they're half-lidded, your hair a mess (even more so from all the times he's grabbed and pulled it), and your pretty little pussy red from how hard he beat it with his dick ~💗 It almost makes him want to keep going, just ruin you a little more because fuck. <3
★ SCARAMOUCHE who will keep going 'till he absolutely overstimulates and ruins you. All that leaves your lips are incoherent moaning and poor attempts at forming any word from how much he fucked himself into you (and he's still going <3). He's sorry (he's not), he can't help it when you're being so good for him 💗💗
★ SCARAMOUCHE who has you sit on his face when he eats you out. Sometimes a 6-9, or straight-up just has you spread out all for him to have. Lapping at your clit and pussy lips, taking in your taste and all your moans. Holding you by your hips, or hugging your waist; and you can't even crawl away because he'll hold you still until he's finished with you. If he feels like it, he'll let you cum right away rather than edging and teasing you ~ but, realistically speaking, he just loves doing the latter so here's to silently hoping. ♡
★ Full-on dom, let's be honest. And he loves being the one in control; having you beg for him to fuck you senseless already, let you cum, etc. --- degrading and slapping your ass on top of that? If you're into it, he may just also choke you, slap you; maybe do a little bondage depending? Those are just 'if's on my end, though. </3 He looks like it, honestly..?
★ Loves to take his frustration out on you, too. After work, a shitty day ~ maybe something just pissed him off and he just wants to bury his dick into you to relieve it. 💗💗💗 He'll fuck you in any place and position he feels like. Bent over his desk, against the wall, cockwarming him in the middle of a meeting; whatever other wild places come to mind. You'll be leaving covered in bruises all over, hand prints on your ass, and shaking legs - with a potential inability to independently walk.
Oh, and don't ever think for a moment you can try take control; he'll just hold you down and fuck you even harder 'till you get it in that pretty head that your only job is to take all of him until one or both of you really just can't go on any longer. <3
★ And when he's done with you, he'll make sure to clean you up if he's in the mood for it. Maybe he will, maybe he'll just lazily flop beside you and go to sleep [if you're in such a place]. In the case he does do aftercare, it's not too different from Kunikuzushi; just he won't be as all over you as Kuni would.
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★ And finishing off with WANDERER, who I imagine is almost as rough as Scaramouche. Like, of course he'll fuck the shit out of you and degrade you ~ making sure you're sore and overstimulated by the time he's finished with you. He just can't help but get off from your hands desperately grab onto anything you can while he slams his hips into you, relishing all the little noises you let out for him.
★ WANDERER, who just wants to hold you down and bury his cock into you, muttering a balance of praises and degradation into your ear, carelessly ramming into your tired cunt regardless of whether you're currently overstimmed and unable to form a single word.
★ WANDERER who makes sure to leave his mark on you. Your neck, collarbone, thighs, where-ever else. By his teeth or harsh grip on you, he will leave something (multiple, more accurately). All the more to prove that you belong to someone; him.
★ WANDERER whose back is more or less likely filled with scratches from your own nails. He's just being so rough with you and you can't help it 💗 :(
★ WANDERER who prefers to be the one on top and in control, spreading your legs and just putting you in any position he likes. Holding your hips or thighs so tightly that his nails leave little crescent-shapes and bruises by the end of it.
★ He of course wants to make sure you feel good, letting you tell him how you want it — but, unless you really don't want it, nothing still stops him from fucking your brains out while all you can do is just scream out of pleasure. I imagine he likes taking it from behind; holding your wrists together on your back and pumping into you - or maybe burying your face into the pillow/whatever surface?
★ Also kind of likes you being on top of him 😕🙏🏻 Seeing the way you bounce on him just turns him on so much, even more so when he's the one shoving you onto him and forcing those sweet moans out of you.
★ Cuddles you after it, telling you how you did so well, kissing along your neck and holding you close to him.
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #cherriete
AAAHHH 😖 not too proud of this one but i've been thinking ab (*overly obsessing over) scaramouche and this was the only thing i could manage to write.
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angelsrcute · 9 days
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Imagine Catboy!Scara sucking on your nipples, since he heard women can lactate, but Imagine his disappointment when there isn't any! :(
Oh? You have to be pregnant for that? No worries, he's gonna breed you full of his kittens and then drink all the milk. Deffo the best plan.
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lyvndr · 8 months
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Thinking about modern Wanderer, who's your secretly needy roommate, who always thinks about you during late nights where his sex drive is at an all-time high.
Thinking about modern Wanderer who, in the depths of night, crawls out of the bedsheets just to pull up images of you on his phone, sliding his boxers down his legs to reveal his half-hard cock.
Thinking about modern Wanderer, who lets out the softest moans through bit lips as he stares at images of you, each photo zoomed into your legs as he thought more and more about how lewd you would make him look.
Thinking about modern Wanderer, who cums so quickly at the thought of you on top of him, smiling sadistically while he squirms around, imagining you lowering yourself onto his dick.
Thinking about modern Wanderer, who starts to hump at his pillows while staring at your photos, your innocent, unknowing smiles in each and every photo pushing him closer and closer to the edge—
until you walk in.
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“Oh—! O- Oka— ohohohohokay—!!”
Sinful squelches from the vigorous amount of lube on your roommates dick corrupted the room's previously quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and Wanderer's high-pitched moans added to the sheer sin of the room.
How he had managed to get here with you straddling him and ruthlessly jerking him off was something he couldn't even try to think about. In fact, the boy's too dumbified and fucked up to even have a functioning train of thought that isn't about how hard your hand is squeezing his dick, or how merciless you were for jerking him at such a quick pace.
You're trapped between Wanderer's legs as one wraps around your torso, constantly kicking at the air when he gets closer and closer to the edge. His other leg is laid on the bed, still around your sitting figure, but remains resting on the bed— unless he's also kicking the sheets with his heel, having completely given up on keeping his composure.
Both of your hands twisted on his dick while they were practically riding it. The wetness from Wanderer's pre-cum mixed in with the lube was beginning to kill him; his eyes rolled back on numerous occasions, widening, squinting, or sometimes he'd close them for a little bit until you focus your hands on a veiny area, to which he goes crazy and squeals, squirms, and eventually loses all sense of self control.
“Ghh— Go‐ d— pleease I jus— just—! Oh–!”
Wanderer began to heave air from every corner and crevice of his lungs until they were too close to empty. He'd inhale sharply and breathe most of the air out as a signal that he's close. Wanderer was at a loss for coherent words, so to make up for it, he babbled, moaned, cried, gripped his bedsheets so hard that they began to tear, feeling that small string holding him together being shredded apart little by little, oh-so lustfully close that the string was about to—
snap.
“ffff— fuckfuckfuckff– FUCK—!!”
Wanderer screamed, and between your hands and from his dick spurt heavy amounts of your roommates cum, the liquid spattering all over your hands, face, T-shirt, and bare legs.
You've yet to say a word to Wanderer ever since you caught him masturbating to photos of your earlier, curious to see if he'd be affected by your sheer, deafening silence through his loud moans and cries. However, to your dissatisfaction, he didn't react at all to it— he didn't seem bothered by your utter silence.
It seems he didn't get much of a punishment yet for not telling you about his rut sooner...
“H... Hey,” Wanderer mutters through several pants, “wh— what are you... Ghh—!!”
You, without warning, lowered yourself onto his sensitive and overstimulated dick, taking in the stretching feeling, as well as his desperate cries for you to not continue.
A smile grows on your face.
Now you're definitely sure he'll react to this.
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r0ttenhearts · 8 months
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wasted on you |||
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idol scaramouche x reader
part Ii
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“ohmygosh, have you heard 4nemo’s new single?
“it’s sooo good (y/n!) you have to listen to it.”
“who’s your favorite one? mine would have to be scaramouche.”
your smile would always falter at the mention of his name. not like your friends ever knew you were acquaintanced with the idol group. “i don’t really like idol stuff, it’s not my thing.” you would always brush them off, refusing to take one of their earbuds to listen to the songs they wanted to show you.
hearing scaramouche’s voice again wouldn’t help you, not when you’ve gotten this far. not when you’ve moved on from him.
with college exams over and the end of your final year coming to a close you found yourself with nothing but time. with time came too many thoughts that would tumble around in your mind. too many what if’s and what could have been’s had plagued your mind since leaving scaramouche there backstage.
leaving him was so difficult, but being without him felt harder. you couldn’t help but sigh, now sitting alone in your room as the memories came back to you.
memories of splitting popsicles with him, after rehearsal drinks with his friends, smoking in a field together one of the rare times he was free from his filled schedule.
sometimes you couldn’t help but miss it. but then came the.. not so pleasant memories. the tears, the sore throat after screaming at each other, the way he’d always leave after an argument.
“please, scara! i just want you here with me. just this once. it’s been three years. give me this at least, please. i haven’t seen you in so long.”
remembering your own pleads to him never failed to make your heart ache. it still felt as if there was something unresolved, even after giving him his engagement ring back.
“i don’t wanna fucking see you (y/n)! id rather spend time with my friends doing something i enjoy than wasting my time with you.”
here comes the waterworks. tears would prick in the corners of your eyes when you remembered his tone that day. that angry look on his face.. he never looked so bothered before. it scared you so much that you still remembered it now, two years later.
it was strange seeing him on billboards and ads all across town and even on your own phone. in contrast to the angry glare he held for you, but an indifferent look to the public. would he still look at you that way? or would he look at you the same way he would everyone else?
curiosity got the best of you as you tapped on your phone, looking up his profile on instagram. there he was, looking the same as ever. maybe a little thinner but he still looked as beautiful as the day you left him.
a small smile graced your lips for a moment before it fell, seeing how much fun he had been having with his friends. you still kept in contact with kazuha, but never bothered to ask about him. you both knew it wouldn’t be good for you, so it was an unspoken rule.
“at least he’s doing well..” you mumbled to yourself before shutting off your phone. groaning internally, you knew this was a problem you had to deal with. this constant turmoil inside your head.
you decided you’d put an end to this. once and for all. you thought up a plan before texting kazuha, telling him what you wanted to resolve. despite his gentle warnings you wouldn’t listen. you just had to get through to him! make him understand your reasoning.
eventually kazuha gave in, and now you were standing in the pit to one of their concerts. it made you feel queasy remembering the last time you attended one. with your head hung low you waited for the group to start, they were opening for another up and coming idol group. it almost made you smile seeing scaramouche walk on stage with that glittery white outfit. the same glare on his features as before. he didn’t change, did he?
that sentiment making anxiety well up inside of you. you didn’t know how he would take it. seeing you again after so long. but you didn’t want him to know you were there to begin with, so you hid away from view, angled at a way that you could still watch them perform.
watching them now reminded you of one of the first concerts you ever went to of theirs, thanks to scaramouche getting tickets for you. that feeling of bubbling excitement and anxiousness when they were still so early in their career. you used to genuinely hope that they would make it, and they did!
his singing was stronger than it used to be, voice full of emotions as his eyes were fixated on the mic. a part of you missed this. coming to his shows, watching him give his all to the crowd of people that came just to see him and his friends.
as the group left the stage you sent a text to kazuha, walking away from the crowd and to the meeting spot he had told you about. it wasn’t like you didn’t already know where they were going, they always went to the same bar after every performance.
pushing open the grimy doors to the bar, you could see his back as you walked in. scaramouche was sitting at a table with his friends, drink in hand already as you walked up to them. you pulled out a seat next to scaramouche, crossing your arms over your chest as the guys looked at you excitedly, scaramouche not sharing the same sentiment.
“hey guys, long time no see.” heizou laughed loudly, patting scaramouche on his shoulder as they left the table. now it was just you and scaramouche.
he held this look of shock on his face, like he’d seen a ghost. his mouth slightly opening and closing, almost like a fish.
“hey.” you said softly, putting your hand on his arm. “are you real?” he asked you, now looking directly at you rather than trying not to meeting your gaze.
“of course i am, what do you mean by that? have you been dreaming about me too?” you ask, half joking but half serious as he had been plaguing your dreams for the past few months.
“don’t say things like that (y/n)..” he spoke quietly, taking a sip of his beer. you nod silently, watching him take a sip of his drink.
“i know, this is kind of weird. especially since i’m the one that left you but, it’s been haunting me. and i just want to talk.” you admit to him, looking down at your hands. suddenly your nails seemed much more interesting than to look at him.
“yeah, i think we’re due for that.” he said before sliding his drink over, taking your hands in his without warning. “look, (y/n). i know that back then i wasn’t great to you, far from it actually. i’ve thought about what you said to me that night ever since. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, nor am i asking you to get back together with me. but i just want you to know that i’m sorry. i regret wasting us, wasting what we had. i do love being an idol, but it doesn’t give me the same satisfaction as i got when i was with you.”
you nodded silently at his words, looping your arms around his neck as you hugged him. the words you had longed to hear were now finally being said. “that’s all i wanted.” you spoke quietly in his ear, your voice cracking with tears. “i just wanted that from you scara.”
you wiped your tears away as you pulled back, taking one of his hands in both of yours. “i want to be in your life again, not as lovers, not yet. but as friends. i’ve missed you all this time.” scaramouche nodded, taking his free hand and placing it on top of yours. “i can work with that.”
what you both didn’t see were the rest of the boys from 4nemo watching the scene unfold from the bar window. heizou’s loud cheering being shushed by xiao as both of your heads whipped to the window, red covering your faces in embarrassment.
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meowanian · 8 months
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a little tour in scara and yn’s camera roll
there’s a video of you jumping around the house in your spider-man pyjamas
“now i know how iron man feels when he is around peter.”
there’s a video of you kissing a cats nose and smiling like a fool
“you can kiss me instead of kissing the cat…” he whispered, hoping you won’t hear. “but the cat looks like you, kuni!”
there’s a photo of you in a suit and him in a dress, only happy person in the picture is you…
there’s a video of you riding him…like literally on his back riding him like a horse while he is screaming at you
“CAN YOU JUST NOT???”
there’s a photo of you and him wearing burger king hats in public with your deadpanned faces
there’s a video of you dancing and singing in your room without knowing he was watching you
“this explains why they didn’t accepted to that company lol.”
there’s a video of you and him doing your skincare routine
“i cannot believe i’m wearing a bunny headband right now…”
there’s a video of you sleeping while he is poking your belly and cheeks
“it’s so soft…like a fidget toy…”
there’s a photo of you in the shower playing with bubbles and smiling cheekily at the camera
“you are like a child sometimes.”
there’s a video of him pretending like a youtuber while you two, trying to, cook
“they burned the fucking pancake.”
there’s a photo of you nomming his cheek
“i can nom you all day, kuni!”
“w-what…”
there’s a video of you kissing his face entirely and then whispering i love you’s to his ear
he really treasures this domestic moments with you…
let me know if you want this as a series with other characters!!
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kokomyass · 1 month
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Genshin Headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters pt.2
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Genshin x Fem!Reader
Genre: ☁️
Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!
featuring: Scaramouche, Kazuha, Cyno
Notes: for my man's scara, we are gonna refer to him as Kuni(kuzushi) or Wanderer, for my man's kazuha you are beidou's younger sister and the traveller and paimon know you, and in cyno's part, you are collei's main supervisor.
a/n: my lovlies I am here to deliver!! After an ACTUAL narrow win, the scara, kazu and cyno trio won our hearts! 💕
now that doesn't mean I won't do the others....but let's see.....anyways enjoy!! 💜💜
pt.1 is here!!!
Scaramouche
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"The Wanderer....coming to Paimon and Traveller for help....this sure is a rare occurrence, Paimon must say!"
Paimon and The Traveller were sat opposite to The Wanderer who was looking down with a faint dust of pink on his cheeks.
He was in need of advice on what to get his girlfriend for their anniversary, and in desperation and no one else to ask, he found himself asking the Traveller and Paimon for advice.
"Shut it. I need some advice and then I am off. That's it." The Wanderer kept his head lowered as The Traveller smirked at his attempt to be tough but still seemingly desperate.
"Well, what do you need help with, Wanderer?" Paimon made sure to emphasis the word help failing to hide her cheeky smirk.
The Wanderer glared daggers at her before speaking.
"You are going to help me find a present." he wasn't really giving them a choice.
"A present?! For who?? Paimon knows you have no friends!" Paimon shouted with no filter for the whole world to hear before the Traveller covered her mouth.
"Shut up and bite your tongue, Paimon!!" The Traveller whispered in Paimon's ears ignoring her muffled shouts, "Yes we will help!" The Traveller said to The Wanderer as he let out a grunt of satisfaction.
They went to many different stalls making very, VERY, V E R Y small talk, as most of time The Wanderer would see a stall and would pick up an item, show it to the Traveller and Paimon and put it down.
"We've been walking for ages!!! Who is this even for?" Paimon moaned even though she could float.
"None of your business." the Wanderer spat as he picked up his pace making Paimon roll her eyes.
"Why is he being so secretive, is it for his girlfriend or something?" Paimon said joking like in the Traveller's ear as they giggled behind him finding the concept of him having a partner so unrealistic.
After a while, The Wanderer picked a few things that he liked and put them in a basket. He said farewell to The Traveller and Paimon before going to find the person the present was for.
"Paimon thinks....we should follow him to find who he is giving presents to!" Of course the Traveller didn't object.
So that is how they found themselves stalking the poor Wanderer. They followed him until he reached a girl on a bench reading book.
She looked up, saw him and a warm smile graced her face as the Wanderer smiled back patting her head.
He handed the girl something before she opened it and looked happier than she had just seemed as she jumped in his arms hugging him, as The Wanderer chuckled, hugging her back.
"I love you, Kuni!!"
"I love you too, idiot..."
Your voices could be heard by the Traveller pretty clearly, but not by Paimon
"Ugh Paimon can't hear....OH MY GOODNESS...DON'T TELL ME THEY ARE DATING!! MOVE, TRAVELLER I CAN'T HEAR ENOUGH!" Paimon pushed The Traveller's shoulder a bit too much...
Making them topple out of the comfy bush they were hiding in, interrupting the intimate moment.
The Wanderer was silently fuming as you jumped behind him confused as to who the random two figures were until you notice it was the infamous Traveller and her floating pet.
Just as the Wanderer was about to go insane you held his hand.
"It's okay Kuni," you smile warmly making his temper disappear slowly, "Hello! You must be The Traveller and Paimon! Nice to meet you!....although may I ask why you followed my boyfriend here?"
Even though it was too late, the Wanderer covered your mouth, holding you body against his.
"Y/N....shhhh!" his face was bright red as he looked down.
And of course Paimon had to say something...
"WHAT!!!??? THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND IT JUST ISN'T LIKE YOU!!"
You laughed as you pulled The Wanderer's hand away from your mouth holding it.
"Haha, well miracles happen I suppose....but you haven't told me how you know him and why you are here..."
Paimon gives a long run down of everything leaving a warm smile on your face.
"You asked for help just for me Kuni? You truly are a softie..." you give him a small peck on the cheek making his ears turn bright red.
"Well, you mean a lot to me idiot...." The Wanderer mumbled.
"Paimon still can't believe your getting some action...."
"SHUT IT PAIMON!!"
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Kazuha Kaedehara
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It was your sister Beidou's birthday and you invited the Traveller and Paimon for a suprise party on the Crux.
"I'm so glad you could make it! I cannot wait to throw this party for her she's gonna love it!" you exclaimed walking through the streets of Liyue.
"Paimon is so glad she gets to come and celebrate!! And eat lots too..." The Traveller rolled her eyes at Paimon being food obsessed.
"I need to find Kazuha...he promised he would make it." no one knew about your relationship with Kazuha, not even your sister. Which is why you intended to tell her tonight at the party.
Kazuha had gone to Inazuma for 2 days and was meant to come back at Liyue Harbor by now.
"Don't be worried Y/N, Kazuha wouldn't break a promise! Paimon knows that much!" you smile warmly with love thinking out about true that was, hoping Paimon and the Traveller don't notice.
"Hello everyone." Kazuha's soft spoken voice could be heard as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly as he hugged you back.
"I missed you Kazu..." you whispered in his ear so that Paimon and The Traveller wouldn't hear.
"I missed you more Y/N"
"Um they look quite in love don't they Traveller~" Paimon wiggled her eyebrows as the Traveller laughed slightly. Unbeknownst to both you and Kazuha.
Time Skip!!
It is the night of the party and all presents have been given and everyone is drinking to their hearts content.
"Kazu, make sure you stay sober so we can tell Beidou our big secret. I know you can't handle alcohol well babe...." you whispered to Kazuha as the festivities began.
Little did you know, Beidou thought it would be funny to switch the grape juice he was drinking to wine.
"Thank you for coming again. Are you enjoying yourselves?" you sat by the Traveller and Paimon who were only one seat away from Kazuha.
"We sure are! The food is amazing~ won't you eat and drink?" Paimon asked as you seemed fully sober and they hadn't seen you get anything to munch on.
"Well I just want to make sure everything is okay before I eat and-" Before you could finish your sentence someone's arms slithered around your waist from behind, you turn back to see Kazuha with flushed face and eyes lidded.
"Kazu, are you drunk? And as much as I wanna cuddle, everyone is gonna see-" you whispered to him, trying to softly pull his arms away.
"HEY! KAZUHA AND Y/N!! WHY ARE YOU BOTH SO CLOSE?!" you hear Beidou's drunk voice as everyone went silent and stared at you with a drunk Kazhua wrapped around you.
"We have been together for 2 years though...." you slapped your hand over Kazuha's mouth, after he just spilled your secret, smiling nervously as everyone started mumbling.
"Paimon shipped you guys and all...but TWO YEARS?!!!" Paimon shouted.
"Beidou you see the thing is-" you sheepishly tried to explain before Beidou hushed you.
"I'm joking around....I knew you guys were together it's pretty obvious. You should let that boy live a little though...luckily, I gave him some wine to really enjoy the party" you stared in shock as Kazuha had now fallen asleep on your lap and Beidou laughed loudly as everyone began chattering.
"Traveller, Paimon....do you agree?"
"Yes you guys act like newlyweds...but we are so happy for you!!"
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Cyno
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The Traveller and Paimon happened to be in Sumeru and they met up with Cyno just to see how he was doing.
"How's it going, Cyno? Anything new?" Paimon asked gleefully.
Cyno ate his food silently before replying.
"I want you to meet someone." he began eating again not expanding further making the Traveller and Paimon a bit perplexed.
"Um...do you wanna expand on that, orrrr...?" Cyno didn't say anything, all he did was stand up and start walking off assuming they would follow.
"Hey, hold up!!" Paimon and the Traveller chased after him walking his pace one they caught up with him.
They walked a long way to Gandharva Ville only to see Tighnari.
"UGHH CYNO WE ALREADY KNOW TIGHNARI!!" Paimon shouted in frustration from walking for such a long time as the Traveller shut her up.
"Tighnari, where is Y/N?" Cyno asked ignoring Paimon.
"Ummm I think she went to the Desert with Collei? Why?" Tighnari asked confused as to why Cyno was asking where his own wife was.
"Many thanks." Cyno walked off without answering Tighnari's question as Paimon and The Traveller followed.
They has arrived in the desert and 2 figures could be seen digging up in the sand.
"Paimon has had enough floating for one day, Paimon refuses to go anywhere!!" Paimon folded her arms standing her ground(or air??) before seeing Cyno and The Traveller walking off towards the people infront of them.
"Wait for Paimon!!!"
"Y/N, Collei." Cyno spoke out causing you to turn your head and smile warmly, waving. You stood up from your crouched position.
"Mr Cyno! And The Traveller and Paimon!!" Collei shot up as you told her to calm down so she didn't hurt herself.
"Hi Cyno, what brings you here? Or are you here for a usual stroll? And who are these individuals?" You walk up and give him a tight hug that he reciprocates.
"This is The Traveller and Paimon. This is Y/N guys." Cyno effortlessly introduced you.
"Why, I have heard loads about you from everyone! My dear Collei was just talking about you!!" you smile warmly whilst patting Collei's head.
"It's nice to meet you Y/N!! And nice to see you Collei!! Cyno why did you want to introduce us?" Paimon asked trying to sound polite.
You laughed as you answered the question for him, "You see, I am Cyno's wife."
"WHAT!!!??? CYNO WHY DIDNT YOU SAY IN THE WAY HERE? PAIMON WOULDN'T COMPLAIN AS MUCH!!" Paimon shouted a bit too loud and Cyno just shrugged.
"Didn't cross my mind." all you could do was laugh at Cyno's usual antics.
"This is shocking...but at least Paimon doesn't have to be a victim to your horrible jokes..."
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a/n: GUYS THANK YOU FOR BEING GREAT SUPPORTERS AND I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS!! DONT FORGET THAT YOU CAN REQUEST ANYTHING YOU WOULD LIKE! LOVE YOUUUUU!!! 💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮
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angelcwre · 8 months
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ceo! scara who would make you sit on his lap while he pretends to listen to what his employee is saying during a very important meeting, unbeknownst to these employees...
you are trying your very best not to whimper, his bulge.. a very big one too, is pressing right on your clothed pussy.. he is purposely doing this! >:(
so, as a revenge, you decide to grind yourself on his erection.. a small grunt could be heard by you only as a hand snakes its way onto your waist, gripping yours tightly..
his chest presses against your back as he nibbles sneakily on your ear before muttering..
“stop moving darling, or i'll have no choice but to bend your cute little ass over this desk right now and fuck you senseless infront of these employees..” he chuckles “i bet you'd like that, hm?”
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sumeruin · 2 months
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bad idea, right?
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♫♪: pairing: toxic ex! scara x afab! reader (modern but still in universe au)
♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, kind of dubcon but reader is very obviously into it, slapping, spitting, bondage, degradation, slight humiliation, toxic relationships, pet names, fingering, female anatomy but no pronouns or gendered terms used, i think that’s it but if i missed any please let me know!!
♫♪: a/n: originally meant to post this like. weeks ago lmao sorry <3
♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!
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fuck. you don’t know why you keep doing this, if you’re being completely honest. he’s bad for you. so, horribly, unbelievably bad for you. and yet, as he sits on your couch, leaning back and propping his feet up on your coffee table like he owns the place, you don’t want to kick him out. all you wanna do is slap that stupid smirk off his face and let him fuck every single thought out of your mind.
his voice breaks you from your thoughts. “are you planning on saying anything, or am i supposed to just stare at you?” his eyes linger on your waist, following the curves of your body and leaving you feeling much too exposed for your liking.
you cross your arms over your chest defenseivly, returning his smug stare with a glare of your own. “why are you here? i thought i made it clear last time that i never wanted to see your face again.” unless it’s in between my legs, your brain adds silently, and you desperately try to shoo those thoughts away. if you start thinking about how good he is in bed, you’ll never be able to make him leave.
he clearly notices your internal struggle, raising an eyebrow and letting out a laugh that’s only slightly mocking. his condescending gaze makes your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. how does he always manage to make you feel humiliated when he’s the one who keeps crawling back? “you did, but we both know that’s not true. i bet if i looked between your legs right now you’re wet just from looking at me. you always were into the weirdest things. you found another guy willing to slap you around yet?”
your face burns at the reminder of the things you’ve asked him to do, all of them depraved and perverted in nature. from the times you’ve begged him to spit on you, to the times you’ve placed his hand on your throat and silently urged him to apply pressure while he was fucking you. it’s clear he enjoys your humiliation, a fact that only makes you more humiliated and only sends yet another pang of heat in between your legs.
“th-that’s none of your business, *scaramouche*. just- what do you want?” he flinches ever so slightly at the venomous way you say his name, and that fact that you’re calling him that at all. you never call him that, it’s always “kuni” or “scara” or some random pet name. never “scaramouche”.
after a few painfully long moments of contemplative silence, he slowly stands up and walks towards you, and you can’t help the way you reflexively lean into his touch when he grabs your chin. he chooses not to answer your question, simply tilting your head to face his as he speaks, tapping your cheek with two of his fingers. “open.”
despite your best judgment, you obey, silently opening your mouth and gazing up at him in confusion.
he simply admires the sight for a moment, then, without any kind of warning, he spits directly into your open mouth. his grip tightens on your cheeks so you can’t close your lips, and he smirks to himself as you grimace at the feeling. “you done being a bitch yet? or am i going to have to fuck it out of you?”
you glare, though he only laughs in your face at your attempt at intimidation. “you look pathetic, trying to intimidate me while my spit is sitting on your tongue and your drooling all over me like a dog. is that what you are? my pathetic, stupid little mutt? maybe i should put a leash on you. then you wouldn’t think you could leave me.”
he lets go of your cheeks, though he gives you a threatening look that promises consequences if you try to do anything other than swallow. you do, sending him another barely threatening glare as your voice comes out. “fuck off. ‘m not yours anymore.”
scara only gives you a mocking smile at your words, gripping your wrist and dragging you over to the couch before practically throwing you on the cushions. you’re suddenly thankful for that throw pillow phase you went through a few years ago. maybe celestia did have a plan besides making you waste your money.
he hovers over you, his eyes furious and his mocking smile gone, seemingly having decided to drop the faux nice facade and embrace the dominance he holds over you. his hand curls around your neck, not tight enough to choke you yet, just enough to cut off a little bit of oxygen and fill your brain with that fuzzy, soft haze. “fine. you wanna be like that, huh? i can deal with a brat.”
he yanks your pajama shorts and underwear down your legs, carelessly tossing them to a random corner of the living room before working on your shirt. he doesn’t even bother trying to take that off the right way, he simply rips the fabric down the middle and exposes your perfect tits, which he then decides to start massaging with his left hand. with his right, he takes his belt off and restrains your hands behind your back. you can’t control the moan that falls from your lips as your back arches into his touch, and you’re only a little ashamed of how desperately needy your voice sounds. “fuck, scara-!”
he grins in response, his eyes trailing from your exposed cunt to your eyes as he responds, his free hand trailing down to rub little circles against your clit. “yeah? i’m right here, doll. not going anywhere.”
scara relishes the way you jolt under his touch, body shaking as whines and mewls fall from your lips. fuck, it’s been so long. you hadn’t realized how deprived you’d been until someone was finally playing with your pussy. no one’s ever as good as scara, not since you slept with him the first time. he knows very well how much he’s ruined any other guy for you, how he’s the only one who can make you cum this hard. and he loves it.
he deems you wet enough after a few more moments of him rubbing your clit, and then he slides two of his fingers in your twitching cunt, not even bothering to take off his rings beforehand. not that you’re complaining, you both know how much you love the feeling of the metal rubbing against your insides. he notices the way you start to drift away, and lands a heavy slap to your cheek, snapping you out of the pleasure induced trace he put you in with a predatory grin. “are you trying to hide from me? you should know better.”
you can only whine in response, trying to blabber out a coherent response while on the verge of cumming your brains out all over your ex boyfriend’s fingers is much harder than it looks. all you manage is another little mewl, gazing up at him with teary eyes as you whine out the words. “not- not tryin’ to hide, kuni… p-please, need more- need- need to cum, please let me cum!”
scara only gives you another grin, clearly pleased with your performance, and he slips another finger inside you, scissoring them and making you cry out as your back arches and your legs twitch from where they’re resting on either side of his body. your moans get less coherent, but he doesn’t seem to mind. he just pulls his fingers out of your pussy and holds eye contact while licking them clean, then pulls his pants down just far enough to take his cock out. he slaps it against your clit a few times, and pats your, quickly reddening, cheek condescendingly as he speaks. “i don’t think you’ve done anything to deserve getting fucked.”
his soft pats switch to a harsh grip on your chin abruptly, and he forces your face to make eye contact with him while he continues. “why don’t you convince me, hm? tell me how sorry you are for pretending you wanted to leave me, how much you missed me. then i’ll consider it.”
scara’s grin is wicked now, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes as your face scrunches up and you start to sniffle at his denials. he’s the one who started this, why is he making you seem like the desperate one? you wouldn’t be this desperate if he had just kept his stupid hands to himself. still, though, your cunt aches from the overwhelming emptiness, little drops of slick drooling out and making a mess of your favorite blanket.
so, you obey like always, the words flowing from your lips with an ease that makes it seem like something you’ve always known, a deep rooted fact that you can’t possibly deny as you stare up at him through thick lashes with glossy eyes. “p-please, kuni, need you so bad, it hurts! i- i was wrong, wasn’t- wasn’t thinking… missed you so much, please!”
scara smiles, baring his teeth in a way that you distantly know should terrify you, but as he thrusts deeply inside you, filling you up so well with one deep stroke, you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore.
you aren’t sure you ever did.
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mistle10 · 9 months
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Character: Scaramouche x fem afab reader
Rating: 🔞🔞🔞
Summary: "Scaramouche is a surprisingly gentle lover."
A/N: Everyone on tumblr is like "oh he fucks so hard you'll end up bruised and battered" and I'm like NO.
Word count: 1.3k
Fic under the cut!
Simply put it, Scaramouche is a surprisingly gentle lover. If you're his, truly his, then that stubborn demeanor would dissolve in your presence. Of course, he could fuck you rougher on occasion, but he could never hurt you, not even if you begged and pleaded. Gentle touches during the day turn into more intimate caresses as the false sky fades into starlight, and another intimate encounter begins.
His eyes, normally sharp, are soft when he looks at you, and he takes his time undressing the both of you. His lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity down your spine, eliciting a soft whine from you. The lights are dim, nothing but a few candles illuminating your shared space. The soft glow of the light against his pale skin makes him seem even more ethereal than he already is, and your heart skips a beat.
Scara runs his hands down your sides, the spider cracks on his palms just barely tactile on your skin. His kisses are firm but gentle, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor, and you let out a shaky breath as his hands begin to trace the curves of your body. With a practiced ease, his hands slide down to the curve of your ass, pulling your body more firmly against his own. He holds you firmly in his grasp, making your body tingle with desire as he holds your body against his own.
Scara dips you down onto the bed, leaving hot kisses down your body, over your chest, pausing only to lightly press more up and down your breasts, then your hips, and even further.
When he finally reaches your legs, delicate hands push your thighs apart, lingering for a few moments to knead the soft flesh there with his thumbs. Next, a thumb brushes down your lower lips, feeling the moisture that he caused.
Then, he looks up at you.
"Eager now, are we?" He teases, an expression more akin to a dorky grin than any malicious smirk he's shown in the past.
You bite your lip, chest rising and falling as his tongue darts out of his mouth, licking at your folds with almost a teasing slowness at first. He makes a more direct pass at your clit with his tongue, bringing a soft moan from your lips. Despite his lack of bodily moisture as a doll, the wetness from your arousal is always more than enough for him to pleasure you without issue. He would breath through his nose, his breath fluttering over you and causing little shivers with each exhale.
As his tongue licks and sucks your clit, he inserts two of his slender fingers into your core. Your legs quiver, and you let out a strangled groan, nails digging into the sheets beneath you.
A weak, yet nubile "Scaraー" passes your lips, halfway between a moan and a whine, and he groans lowly, the vibrations of his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through you. The pleasure begins to mount, and you let out a weak sound, almost a whimper, as his ministrations continue. He sucks your clit harder, pushing you over the edge. Your back arches, toes curl, and a high, breathy whine leaves your mouth, muffled by your hand. He always knows exactly how to get you breathless and desperate for him. This happens to be one of his favorite ways. Your walls clench around his fingers, and he pulls them from your core, giving your clit one last suck before pulling away, a string of your own arousal connecting to his lip for a moment.
He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, letting out a pleased hum as you begin to calm down. He crawls up the length of your body, settling on top of you and pushing your legs apart once again. You can feel his cock, warm and hard, resting against your inner thigh. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed, as you feel his tip at your entrance. Oh, how you missed this. His cock, the sensation of it inside you...you missed it. You craved it, and the slow, firm press of him inside you is a sweet ache.
He bottoms out in you with ease. He's not too big, just big enough to avoid your cervix and brush against all of your sensitive spots inside. It feels good, feeling full again. He holds himself there for a moment, a soft sound leaving him as he does so. He rests his head on your shoulder, taking in the feeling of you as he waits for you to adjust.
It suddenly occurrs to you how little you'd said to each other. But the two of you don't exactly need to talk to each other, not really. You could express everything you needed without words.
Caressing your hips, he gazes over your body for a few moments before bringing those blue eyes back up to meet yours.
"My dear, won't you say it for me?" He smirks a bit, "please."
A weak, yet loving, "I love you" passes your lips, and his lips meet yours with a gentle passion. He grabs your wrists, wrapping your arms around him, and settles more closely on top of you, lavishing your neck with sweet kisses.
Your warm body makes him feel safe, in fact, he's never felt safer than in your arms. As someone so proud, he could never admit that he was fragile, too, but the show of vulnerability he often gave to you was admission enough.
As moans spill from your lips, he drinks them all up, wanting more. His hips move more eagerly inside of you, and he just wants you to feel good.
"Ohーmy dear," he groans, voice strained, "it's...you're...nng." He falters, losing his words momentarily as his pace increases. He lifts himself up slightly to watch himself thrust inside you, his cock covered in your arousal. He's entranced by the sight of it. The way your core squeezes around him as he moves inside of you, the way the light from the candles shines off his pale skin. He never wanted to leave your arms again, his body and mind needed this. This feeling of belonging in the arms of someone who loved him unconditionally.
You feel his thrusts begin to become more uneven, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, his hands' gentle grip on your hips becoming a bit tighter.
"Cum for me, my dear," he murmurs, leaning back down and capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. He wants nothing more than for the two of you to finish together.
You nod your head, biting your lip, as you wrap your arms around him tightly.
He releases inside you with a quiet, trembling gasp, and you shudder, your walls clenching around him, milking him of every last drop he has to offer. He presses himself into your shoulder, and his warm body tenses against yours, holding you tightly. It takes him a few moments to calm down, but as he pulls back, he smiles, a warm, dorky expression.
He's a bit more reserved in this form, a softer, kinder side of him that was reserved for you and you only. Of course, you saw this expression much more frequently than his usual cocky attitude. You wouldn't have minded either way, because both versions of Scaramouche were yours.
After sex, the two of you always went back to your usual routine. He brings you close to his body, holding you tightly, and there's nowhere you've ever felt safer.
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hanxku · 9 months
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imagine scaramouche needs a quick way to calm down any rely on you to help him.
"harder...harder...!" you beg as he pounds you senseless, groaning agaisnt your lips, his hand clenching around your neck.
"you slut...isn't that enough for you? haha...of course it's not..."
scaramouche had a bad day. harbinger meeting, boring experiences with dottore....all he was waiting for is catching you between two walls and release pressure. you tug on his longer indigo hair behind his neck and he growls of pain and pleasure before kissing you wildly.
his thrusts becomes more messy, driven by despair. he just wanted to feel good..."let it out....let it all out...." you whisper between moans as you feel the pace pick up. he presses your hips between his fingers and raises his head to look at you with a wild, needy and... almost childish expression. "fuck...I'm gonna...i'm..."
"yeah...go on....inside...."you squeeze your legs around his waist in encouragement and he pours into you in a shaky moan, his hand sliding weakly from your neck to your chest to your lower abdomen, which he squeezed lightly to feel himself moving inside you. "i feel it...moving inside you...between your guts..." he sneers softly, rubbing your belly as if you're the most precious thing in teyvat.
you catch your breath weakly as he hugs you, rubbing his head against yours like a kitten. you kiss his forehead gently and whisper a few words to each other, before going your own way, him as the 6th fatui harbinger, you as one of his devoted subordinate...as if nothing had happened....until next time...
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draclula · 5 months
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Scara brain-rot
tw: smut, afab reader, mentioning of edging, streamer!scara, vibrator, semi-public (?) orgasm, finger riding, oral sex (reserving), clit stimulation, slightly degradation, mentioning of punishment
Scara has been hearing your whines and moan from the bedroom for a good hour or so. You were chasing your orgasm, pumping your middle and ring finger inside of your slick- and fuck, you just couldn’t reach it. Your wrist was tired, you couldn’t find the right position and your fingers cannot reach your sweet spot because they were too short. You have given up on rubbing your clit, you couldn’t focus on both of the actions. Scara couldn’t help you at the moment, he had assigned stream for tonight and it just so happened that the very same night you were feeling horny. Even his headset wasn’t enough to block the sounds you were making. Scara was worried people from his stream were going to hear you, and some even commented on some faint noises. His mind was at a completely different place, he kept dying again and again. People also noticed that and started teasing him in his chat.
He lost it when he heard you sob, right after he lost another round. He muted his microphone and threw his headset on the desk, getting up and going to the bedroom where those goddamn noise were coming from. You jerked up in surprise when he slammed the door open. Scara stared at you: riding you fingers on the bed, wearing his purple hoodie and knee high stockings. The rage in his eyes made the room still. Not daring to ask him what was wrong, you just stared at him- cheeks stained with tears of frustration. He stepped in the room, grabbing your wrist and ripping your fingers out off your dripping cunt. 
“You are very annoying, you know?” he spoke harshly, pushing you to lay on your back. He licked his pointer and middle finger, sliding them with ease inside of you “Scara-!” you yelp in surprise of his sudden action.
“Shut up, whore.”
His fingers started to slide and curl inside of you. He then lowered his head and started sucking on your clit- he didn’t have time to wait for you to finish. You couldn’t hold it together, your left hand flew to his hair and started to push him more as you tried to move your hips. Your right palm was covering your lips, trying to keep silent as he instructed you. Scara’s long and slightly slender fingers were brushing on your sweet spot. Choked moans were threatening to escape your mouth, hot tears rolling down and disappearing in your hairs. Such a pathetic sight. His fingers were already knuckles deep inside of you,  your juices were dripping down and staining the sheets, a big wet spot was forming from his saliva and your slick. 
Your legs were slowly wrapping around his head, making it difficult for him to move. His free hand slammed one of your tights to lay flat on the bed, you daren’t bring it back up. Your palm started to ball his hair in your fist. As he looked up he was met with your fucked out expression and rambling behind your palm. It signalled Scara you were close to your release. The hand he slammed your tight to lay was now on your lower stomach. That was what sent you over. Your body trembled and winced when you finally came. It felt so sweet, to finally feel the tension break, to finally feel relieved. He fucked you thru your orgasm till you calmed down a little. When he finally broke away from your twitching core, Scara made his way to his nightstand and opened it wide with force, rummaging around he finally took out a medium sized box. Your tired eyes followed his every move as he opened it and it revealed a bullet-sized vibrator. He made his way back to you and slowly pushed it up your greedy hole, despite your poor protests. He took the remote and turned it up to ‘level 2’. The toy’s sudden buzz made you jump in surprise. Your sensitivity haven’t worn of just yet. 
When you reached down to remove the toy, so you avoid being overwhelmed, he sternly stated
“If you remove the vibrator I am going to edge you till you feel numb and still deny your orgasm.”
It was enough for you to stop your action and grab onto a pillow for support. He had his arms crossed, looking at your hopeless form. After a few seconds he turned to leave the room, standing at the exit he suddenly stopped. “I will be controlling the vibrator while I am on my stream. Do not make any noise under any circumstances. Else, there will be a punishment.” and with that he closed the door with a slight slam. 
He returned to his stream, now with a can of soda, placing it on his desk and then he sat on his game chair with force. Scara quickly slipped on his headset once again and unmuted his mic.
“Alright, let’s try againy.”
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