#scaramouche thirst

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 5﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Scaramouche x f!reader: Edging

Event Masterlist

Your boyfriend The Wanderer— had suddenly changed. He says he remembers his past, who he was. You couldn’t believe him really— still, the determination in his eyes when he tried to make you familiar with his identity was a sight to behold. He had also, gotten meaner. In the best ways, still, there was such a big change in his behavior, you couldn’t take it easily. For example: the person who didn’t even tell you to ask for permission to cum, was edging you right now!

“Please— please love,” you gasped, feeling his hands wrap around the plush of your thighs, parting them away and nibbling, lapping at your cunt. Scaramouche looked carnal right now, a daring glare shot at you when you rutted your hips too hard against his face. “Don’t be filthy. Behave.” He snarled, watching the pout on your face turn into a wobbly lip. It felt so good— your loins were on fire.

Your back arched at Scaramouche’s relentless movements along your cunt, his lips wrapped around your clit and suckling, hands grating up & cupping your breasts, squeezing them, pinching your tits. Every movement pushed you forward to the cusp of the orgasm— again. His digits placed inside your heat, curling up, moving in & out until he felt the ever so familiar series of clamping.

“NO!” You squealed, all his movements halting down. “Ssh, told you, didn’t I? You’d cum when I think you should.” Scara reminded you, shushing your whimpers with a needy, rewarding kiss. “Good girl.” He praised, lathering up your wetness in his fingers and suckling on them. “Taste yourself.” His fingers shoved their way into your lips, while you suckled onto his digits diligently.

“Do you wanna cum this time?” Scara smirked, watching your body zeroed out all over again. “Yes, yes.” You gasped, flustered at how quickly you managed to babble those sentences.

“Where are your manners?” He scoffed, slapping your clit.

“AH! Please— sir.” You whimpered, oh you were so mouldable now. All in for his touches, wanting more and more and more…

“Good, then cum over my cock.” He slipped his member out, spreading your pussy lips and rutting himself balls deep. You soaked him inside you easily, given the pool of wetness that ran down your thighs. “That’s it, good girl.” Scara praised, panting alongside you. “This pussy’s so good you know that?” Watching your mouth agape with a lip-bite.

“Hold it in, cum with me & only, with me. You understood?” Scara commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MDNI

Scara tit sucking...my brain is so full. He sucks on your tits like he’s been starved, his hands clutching at your back desperately as if you’d run away if he didn’t hold you as close as he possibly could. You hear him hum softly, and he even lets out the occasional whimper- he’d glare at you and deny it if you asked him, but after a few forehead kisses and head scratches, he’s right back to calling you mommy <3

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day one: bondage ~ scaramouche + f!reader

warnings: a little teasing

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

oh, what a lovely sight you are for the balladeer. sprawled out on the bed, not an article of clothing on you, all tied up and exposed for him. your arms are bound behind your back, legs forcefully parted by your ankles, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

scaramouche can't help but admire you in this state, a product of his own doing, tying you up so perfectly—and he's ready to make use of it. you watch with burning desire in your eyes as he strokes his stiff cock in his hand, its tip oozing precum.

he steps forward, pressing the tip of his length to your glistening cunt. he lets out a scoff at your neediness as he pushes his cock past your entrance, all in one go, earning a shocked gasp from you.

"what? d'you expect me to take my time?" scara bites, the last three words coming out in a tone of sheer mockery. he wastes no time, hips rutting back and forth as he watches your body squirm, desperate to be released from your binds. alas, scaramouche has no intention of letting your limbs free, but he invites you to keep trying with a smirk.

"squirming so much," he grumbles, his thick cock stretching your walls with each forceful thrust. every rut of his hips makes you forget, if not only for a split second, that you're all tied up. your legs still struggle—only because you long to wrap them around your lover's waist, to pull him deeper into you, to have any sense of control over him.

but alas, you don't have control, and scara revels in that. he also basks in the sweet sounds you make, those that you try to hide by biting your cheek, but come flowing out anyways. "hmm, right there?" he coos after hitting a spot that elicits a particularly strong reaction from you. you frantically nod, and he proceeds to hammer in on that spot, as if it's his driving force.

you're still shifting your arms around behind your back, the discomfort numbed by scaramouche's length bullying your cunt, constantly rubbing against your sweet spot. your legs shake, sore from being held up in the air for so long. he only laughs in response, giving you a cocky "what, tired already?"

the quiver of your legs only increases as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, his thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. your orgasm is quickly sneaking up on you, moans gradually picking up in speed and intensity, perfectly aligning with scaramouche's unholy thrusts.

a flurry of words leave your lips at once, all indicating to the harbinger that you're already approaching your climax. "mmm, if that's the case, i guess 'm getting two from you, yeah?" he hums—so nonchalant, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.

your climax hits suddenly, cunt tightening around scara's cock as he fucks you through your release, now playing with your clit to bring you to new heights.

he gives you no break when you come down from your high, continuing to slam himself into you with no remorse. with his unoccupied hand, he slaps your thigh lightly. "tell me, d'you want me to untie you?" you nod, still hazy from your heavenly climax.

he snickers in response, and you swear you can feel him fuck into you faster. "too bad."

he keeps on stretching your sensitive walls with his cock, thumbing your clit as well. you squirm against him more, trying to untie your arms by yourself, to no avail.

"cum on my cock again and i'll think about untying you." he declares, now steadily approaching his own climax. he locks in on that sweet spot of yours again, working your body like only he knows how to.

he cums with a low growl, his hot seed painting your walls white—it's enough to send you past your own limit again, clamping down on his length with a shaky moan of his name.

he pulls out shortly after, grinning at the sight of his cum slowly flowing from your entrance.

"i think i'll keep you like this for a bit longer..."

[nymphiria]

♱ ∿ SCARA BOSS MAKES MY HEAD SPIN

☰ cw: yes we fuck the robot. fem!reader, monsterfucking?, dubcon, humping, power imbalance, mean dom!scara, some degradation, fear play

THE BALLADEER knows how tiny he makes you feel under the gaze of his divine form. it’s normal, he says, for a human like you to feel intimidated by the mechanical body that encases his once smaller frame. his power to you was always a mystery, an unknown ability that has never been tangible. but now? scaramouche radiates divinity and authority — power oozes from every facet of his being.

it’s enthralling being in his presence, the very same one that you never thought yourself interested in before your venture to sumeru. your purpose was to merely accompany him and the doctor for plans unbeknownst to you. what a shock it was to see your superior, your lord, metamorphosing into a god made by human hands. years of being at his service and yet only now do you feel that he truly commands respect — the kind of respect that puts the feeble on their knees and the strong in their graves.

“does it frighten you? staring at the embodiment of godliness?”

you feel like a small mouse as you sit in the palm of his enormous mechanical hand. the once familiar voice of your lord is now distorted, almost monstrous as he prods you with his questions. he must’ve seen how your legs were shaking as you first took in what would soon be his new vessel. he likes seeing you tremble, the adrenaline makes his head spin as he soaks up your reaction. scaramouche was never one for blatant teasing, instead settling for routine chastising of your work effort. perhaps he’ll make an exception to his character just this once.

“my lord, p-please i implore you to put me back to the floor. i am not one for heights,” you tearily plead your case hoping for leave. if you stayed in his presence any longer you might just faint. being so high up and under the scrutiny of a harbinger are not a good combination for consciousness.

how dare you.

he gives you the opportunity and honor of witnessing him before his ascension and this is how you repay him? with excuses and disrespect? that wouldn’t do. you seem to have forgotten your position under him, your role as his servant. respect and praise are what he should be receiving from you, but instead he’s only been given the disposition of a mouse escaping a feline.

now, that’s no way to treat your god now is it?

cold. he’s so cold. the palm you rest on is already freezing enough, another is just cruelty. but that’s all the balladeer is: cruel. he flaunts it like a wealthy woman would with her new set of jewelry. traitors to the fatui receive it on a massive scale compared to the rotten attitude he gives you for small mistakes. you thank celestia sometimes for sparing you from most of his wrath and pray that it stays that way.

celestia never listens.

the icy robotic fingers glide across your skin; the clothing you once wore now reduced to nothing on the ground far below you. it’s impressive, really, how he hasn’t crushed you under the weight of the metal appendages he’s fondling you with. it just serves to remind you that if he wanted to, he could very well end your life. but he chooses not to. he’s choosing to be gentle with you. maybe he cares about hurting you? or maybe he just doesn’t want to hire another lackey to pick up the papers he throws off of his desk in a rage. you can’t tell which you would prefer more.

as frightening as the situation is, it’s feels… good. the cold material sends shockwaves up your spine each time it makes contact with your bare pussy. each time the metal rubs against your clit, your back arches unwillingly at the pleasure. it’s unknown how many times you’ve cum against his fingers and soaked them with your juices but it’s far too many to be decent. he just doesn’t stop. no matter how much you beg and plead, he won’t let up it til he’s had his fill of you.

is he getting off on this? you can’t see his face so it’s hard to tell. chances are, though, he’s wearing that signature sinister grin that he’s oh-so known for. he hasn’t said much since he shredded your clothing and pressed you onto your back. you pray that he lets you go soon — maybe you’ll pray even harder for your poor legs to work after this.

“that’s more like it. beg for me, beg for the pleasure of your god. if you’re good enough, maybe i’ll extend my mercy to you and keep you as a pet.”

[heartsiez]

WARDROPE MISHAP

you see them shirtless/they see you shirtless

⌗ childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

⌗ fluff, crack and very suggestive

modern au i think...

— ajax

"hey, have you seen my outfit?" ajax shouted out to you from the bedroom. you sighed, resting your book down on the couch next to you. "no, for the second time i haven't."

yesterday he had lost his outfit, which meant he couldn't go to work since his other outfits would, in his words, 'distract his fellow co-workers'. obviously you thought he was just being dramatic but when you went to see them... yeah. there was no way other people but you, would be seeing him like that.

"oh, then should i try wear my other outfits? maybe i'd even get a promotion." you could feel his sly smirk from through the walls to which you scowled. "just.. have another day off and go shopping to buy a new one." you offered the idea.

"no, nevermind. i think i found something better." he spoke normally, the voice only just making its way through the thick walls. "show me after you've gotten into it. i don't trust you." you eyed the closed bedroom door you saw from your view.

you heard a sound of agreement and went to pick your book back up, but not even a line into it and you heard the door opening. you could sense him in front of you and you placed the book back down again. "that was qui—..." your voice trailed off as you took in the view.

ajax was leaning against the wall in front of you with his arms crossed, and no. shirt. on. your mouth stayed agape while you kept staring, refusing to take your eyes off the godly sight laid upon you. you could see him smirking at you but you weren't even mad. his body was making up for it. did he always have such rock hard abs?

"take a picture while it lasts." he shrugged, straightening his position on the wall. you shut your mouth, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “you..." you spoke, trying form your words. "you should put some clothes on." you cleared your throat, fighting to get out of your trance.

you grabbed the blanket that was laid on the couch and brought it and yourself over to him. you wrapped the blanket around him, moving away. "put some clothes on, its cold, you know." you averted your eyes from his torso. god, his abs were to die for. how was he so perfect? how were you blessed with such a toned body?

"hm, your gazes are very subtle..." ajax spoke sarcastically as it only hit you that you failed at removing your eyes from him once again. "well... well this is your fault. i know what you're trying to do." you glared at him trying to turn the tables. "oh? and what am i trying to do?" he asked, dropping the blanket onto you instead.

"you're trying to tease me with," you gestured to his naked body. "with all of that." it took you your all to not touch him. god, could he just pound you down already? "so you're saying just because i have no shirt on, i'm trying to fuck?" he acted shocked, raising his eyebrows.

you frowned. "what? what? don't twist my words, i never said you're 'trying to fuck' i just said... i just said that... that uhm," your brain was twisting up as you tried to think of what you said earlier, but you just couldn't remember. ajax let out the laugh that you loved, but also hated because he only did that laugh when he'd successfully riled you up.

"calm down, i know what you said. i'm only teasing you." he gave you a soft smile, pulling you in to embrace you. this was meant to be a sweet moment but you couldn't help but want him to be embracing you like this in a different situation.

ajax knew what you were trying to do as you began pressing yourself up against him. "hey," he spoke grabbing your attention. you looked to him and raised an eyebrow. he pulled the blanket that was wrapped around your neck to pull your face closer to his, before he claimed your lips. you instantly kissed back, running your hands through his hair. ajax moved his arms to your back, the blanket sliding off you to the floor as his hands glided under your shirt.

he moved you against the wall, your mouths sloppily moving against one another as you both wanted all that was offered in between you two. your hands moved down to his torso, pawing at his toned body. he placed his leg up against your crotch, making you gasp giving him an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

you whined as he moved his leg away from you, reminiscing about when he'd next give you that pressure you oh so wanted. ajax pulled away from you, giving you a quick kiss before glazing your shirt off of your body. you turned your face away, flushing from the embarrassment of you being exposed. he grabbed your jaw and placed his lips back onto you, fondling with your pants as you moved away. "you're not going to work anymore, are you?" you panted with your eyes heavy, looking at your lover with want.

"what do you think?" he replied back with a teasing smile as he moved his hands down to your lower body.

— scaramouche

he sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone while you played around in your closet with a frown. "baby, do you know where my favourite shirt is? i can't find it." you asked looking at him.

he paid you no mind as he shrugged. "just wear another one, i don't know." he mumbled out. you rolled your eyes as you focused your gaze back onto the clothes in front of you. "i need my favourite shirt, not another one. this is an important event we're going to." you spoke out remembering that he wasn't even dressed up. he looked like he was dressed for home.

he looked up to you, placing his phone down next to him. "well, i don't know what you want me to do about it." scara crossed his arms. you picked a random shirt out in front of you and threw it at him. "is this one good?" you asked as he raised the shirt up in front of him to take a better look. he snickered and tossed it to the floor. "if you're trying to look like a fucking toddler, then yeah, sure."

you glared. "you have cool looking shirts, could i borrow one?" you walked up to him and placed your hands on his shoulders. "sure," he eyed you down. "go for it. though, they're not really for going out things." he reminded you.

"doesn't matter. you're not dressed up so it'll be okay if i'm not." you browsed through his items of clothing before picking out one you liked. "could you hold this?" your passed it to him before he could even answer. you slowly peeled off your shirt in front of him, not even noticing the way your boyfriends eyes stuck to you.

oh god, you were beautiful. how had he never thought about how good you looked? he'd seen you like this so many times, even with lesser clothing, but he never took a good look. how could someone be this heavenly? honestly, he just wanted to take you right then and there. who cares about the stupid event?

"...ara? scara! are you there?" he was stuck in his thoughts that he didn't even realise you calling his name. "yeah.. yeah. need something?" he feigned a frown at you. "yes, actually." you did a grabbing motion with your hand towards the shirt he was holding. "oh, right." he quickly passed the shirt over to you, moving himself back over to the bed to sit down.

you hadn't put on the shirt just yet, but instead you were gazing over at your lover. you weren't stupid, you knew he was staring at you. you could almost feel the stare that was shot into your torso by him. if his eyes were knives, your body would’ve been shredded by now. scaramouche caught your stare and tried to act annoyed while fighting the distraction of your body. "need something?" he vaguely asked, picking up his phone to distract his eyes with something else.

"i'm not dumb you know," you dropped the shirt that you were holding to the ground. "far from it actually." you shrugged, a small smile claiming your face. he clutched his phone a little tighter, gnawing on his lips. "what do you mean?"

"i mean, i know your were staring at me." you moved closer to scaramouches position on the bed. "i wasn't staring." he defended himself. "theres nothing there that impresses me." he lied, moving his phone to cover you so he didn't look. "oh? nothing that impresses you huh," you raised an eyebrow. "then maybe i should go find somebody else that does get impressed by me—"

"no." he swiftly replied, moving his phone to glare at you. "don't even think about it." he scowled at the idea, frustration visible on his face. "well, if it doesn't impress you, shouldn't i go find someone who it does impress? no point in being with someone who doesn't find me impressive." you gave a teasing pout, trying to bite back a laugh at his reaction. obviously, you'd never find someone else. you loved him too much, and he knew that too. but still, even knowing you're just teasing him, the idea still irritates him.

"it.. it does impress me. a lot." he admits, trying to move his face from your sight so you couldn't see his flustered face. you walked over to him, laying him down on the bed with a smile. he started fidgeting under your gaze, waiting for you to do something. these looks you gave him always made him nervous. usually he could tell what you were thinking just by looking at you, but in these situations he could never expect what comes next.

"i know it impresses you baby," you smushed his cheeks together, forcing his head to look at you. "i know it does." you whispered before clashing your lips together. he tensed first, he didn't expect for it to be that quick, but he soon relaxed and blended into you. he gripped onto your back, moving his hand over whatever he could. he loved every part of you, though he'd never admit it due to ego reasons.

moving your hand up his shirt, you caressed his stomach. he wasn't muscled up or had any abs, he had a slim, toned figure that you absolutely melted over. you swore he was created by some god above. you started moving your hand up further, pinching and playing with his nipples making him whine and wrap his legs around your waist.

the kiss turned messy, all tongue and lip. though, he loved these kisses. he didn't care if it was dirty, he just wanted to taste every part of you, he'd do it every day if he could.

you smirked into the kiss, pulling away but he trailed after you. you moved him back down on the bed, lifting his shirt up a bit to trail your kisses down lower, lower and lower. "n— not yet.." he gave a lustful gaze to you. "hm? what do you mean?" you moved up to kiss his neck. "fuck.. i want this to last.. mmh!— l- last longer.." he mumbled out, trying to cover up his sweet noises.

you smiled, moving down to grab onto the bottom of shirt. "then lets get even, okay baby?"

⌗ this is so fucking short i am sobbing. i’ve never written ‘suggestive’ or ‘smut’ related things before so i am SO SORRY if this turned out a total shit show 💀

[ladymorrie]

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𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚 — 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦

𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 ?

♡⃛₊⁺˖‎𐦍˖⁺₊♡⃛

When Scaramouche woke up from his coma. He had only one idea in mind, to go find this person. After his third betrayal, he was filled with anger and hatred, but is that really an excuse to abandon someone ? And then not just anyone, it was the person who had offered him his only moment of peace he ever had. But in front of him was a grave with her name.

He promised you so many things, that after becoming a god he would protect you, that he could make you immortal and so you could spend eternity together. Even though he could never be a god, he still wanted to be with you. Scaramouche wanted to hate you, he wanted to say to himself that this proved his point and that humans could not be trusted. But he knew very well that it was wrong, it was all his fault. A feeling of bitterness when he thought back to the day you took a pillow and placed it on your belly under your clothes to show him what you would look like pregnant. Create a life together....you talked about it often. This is no longer possible, is it ?

In truth he had imagined a few times your face filled with joy when he would announce you that he had finally become a god. What an idiot he was. You didn't care if he became a god or not. Even if he had become a loser, you would have greeted him with a smile, all you wanted was for him to walk through the door. Yes, after all you had always been like that. When he came home covered in blood, instead of calling him a monster or being afraid, you forced him to take a bath and during this time you took the opportunity to prepare a good meal that you also forced him to eat. But now he can never eat them again. And with that thought he felt something wet along his cheek.

His lover waited for him until her last breath, now that he is here, he cannot accept that she is gone.

[cybersp4c3]

Scara,,,cute little pliable doll scara. He’s so small and easy to manhandle, you can just pick him up and use him as you please!

Even better, dress him up like a doll. Cute frilly dresses, poofy skirts, lingerie, short dresses, etc. He’s just a little doll for you to play with!

Scaramouche denies it all. Saying he’s not a doll, but he’s still a raiden puppet at the end of the day so he’s still technically a doll.

He tries so hard to break free from his past, being a prototype and all only for him to fully turn into a sex doll when he’s under you. Moaning and whining, begging for more, begging to be used.

TLDR; scara is baby girl material

[unidentified-box]

scaramouche as power bottom..?? hell yeah..!!

he's the one who's going to take your cock nice and good, riding you until he's satisfied he doesn't care how many times you had came. He wants your seed to fill him up to the brim.

what a cockdrunk slut he is..

[aetheternity]

Scara with a mommy kink? Scara with a mommy kink.

[suguru-getos]

Hello! My name is shinra (im a female) and Id like to ask for a smut one for scaramouche from your event pls ☺️

I still think about him in the fatui so a superior and secretary scenario would be great. For example getting a reward from him in the office. You can think about what happens next, thank you so much 👍💘

Hi Shinra, thank you for participating!

En’s 2k Event:

You were invited by the Baladeer in the Fatui headquarters present in Inazuma in the Delusion factory. Even though the Resistance was fighting hard, your strategics landed them in quite an advantage.

“Welcome, little pet. It’s time you recieve some headpats, some appreciation for not being worthless,” Scara smiled, watching you walk towards him submissively.

“Relax, no need to tense up so hard, I’m just, giving you your much needed, and much deserved reward,” his free hand landed onto your head, forcing you on your knees.

“Thank you, Baladeer,” you mumbled softly, looking up at him doe-eyed.

You knew what was about to come, you knew you were about to deliciously choke onto his cock, please him and yourself.

“Put that mouth to good use,” He ordered, watching you slide your tongue around his tip, groaning at the sensation as you let it sheathe inside your warm mouth.

Before you knew, his hands were intertwined with your hair, face fucking you brutally with every rut of his hips. Smirking sadistically at the way tears pooled down your cheeks. “Mine, my little Assistant, mine to do whatever I want with,”

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MDNI

“I want you to play with yourself for me.”

You say to Scaramouche, who’s currently sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his knees to his chest. He reluctantly spreads his legs to expose his cunt, glaring off the side as he brings his hand down and rubs his neglected clit a few times before slowly pushing one of his slender fingers inside.

“Good boy.”

It doesn’t take long before his breathing becomes labored. His face is flushed a rosy pink, and he’s bucking into his own touch. His pussy is practically dripping with slick, and the lewd squelching sounds it makes as he pumps his finger in and out are almost humiliating. “Such a needy boy..bet you wish it was me playing with your pussy right now, hm?” Your comment is met with a breathy “S-shut up..” and you can’t hold back a giggle at how he’s still trying to be intimidating. You smile at him. “That’s enough, baby.” You Inch closer and press a kiss to his thigh before taking his wrist and bringing his hand up to your mouth, licking his finger clean. He looks down at you with an expression you might have thought was disgust if you didn’t know better. “You’ve got an attitude, but you did a very good job. I think you deserve a reward, hm? Let me take care of you now..”

[nymphiria]

♱ based on: this ask ♡

SCARAMOUCHE loves how obedient you are for him. it pleases him to see how pliant you are under his cold touch. the only reaction that his icy fingertips bring out of you are the goosebumps that dance across your skin. other than that, nothing comes out of you — not a glance, not a word, not even a small movement. no longer having any fire left in you, you submit to him and allow him to do anything he wants with your soulless husk of a body.

“it’s a cold night,” he mutters to you as he adjusts your yukata. it’s become routine for scaramouche to pick out the clothes you wear during both night and day. before the sun rises, he will be at your door ready to get you prepared for the day’s activities. he washes your body with lavish soaps and does your hair to his liking. the clothes that he assembles for you are made of rich fabrics with intricate designs (all catered to his liking, of course). he bides his time dressing you up and doting on you as if you were a porcelain doll.

in actuality, that’s all you are. you are a doll to be kept and caged by the balladeer — never to come near the tangible outside world, only look at it from a distance. you are his world and he is yours. you will see his face day after day until you are no longer of this mortal realm. what is the point of fighting it when your fate is sealed?

“i’ll be staying here tonight. one of my doors keeps letting in the cold wind and i refuse to freeze to death in my sleep.”

you know he’s lying. scaramouche takes great care in making sure nothing in his residence is sub par. if the door was truly faulty, it would’ve been corrected before he went to bed. it doesn’t take a genius to know what he wants, especially with how he moves closer to you after you’re both settled on the futon. it doesn’t take long for him to roll you on your back and climb on top of you — taking your lips so gently that it was slightly insulting. his hand moved to pet your hair and tangle his digits in the stands.

each stroke of his fingers through your hair is slow and deliberate — his way of giving you wordless affection. in the past, you could barely stand him being within a foot’s length of you let alone touching you intimately. this little display of physical affection is his way of showing you that you belong to him. you’re too tired of fighting to push him away. even when his hands move downward to tug at the sash of your yukata, you don’t flinch. the feeling of his chest legs pushing your thighs apart and his hips grinding against your clothed cunt don’t incite a reaction. you simply take everything he has to give.

“you’re so good for me. you know i always reward you for being so obedient so relax, darling.”

[lightningsky]

Head empty. Just fucking Scaramouche until he's a babbling mess that can barely form any coherent sentence. Imagine how adorable he must look as you thrust your dick in and out of him so harshly, hitting the right spot that makes him scream louder and, fuck does his voice sound adorable when he cries for you to stop.

[myarlert]

15 and 21 for your event with Scaramouche and albedo (seperately ) plz female reader

Also congrats on 4K 🥳

‘𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.’ & ‘𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.’

part of the 4k event. thank you for requesting!

cw: nsfw, smut. minors do not interact.

4K EVENT | M.LISTS

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 who would have you on top of him, eagerly grinding your hips down into his in a desperate need of friction to your clit. he chuckles every now and then, his eyes darkening as he sees just how needy you really are, nails digging into his chest with your hips slamming down onto his. ‘you know.. i can tell you’re not moving at your full potential. don’t hold back.’ oh how he would grab at your hips, pulling you down roughly onto his cock, letting his eyes fall to the space that’s opening and closing, watching how his dick disappears in and out of you with the nastiest squelching. he loves to see just how wild you can get, when you lose control and go mad. times like this he can only lay back and watch how you use him to get yourself off. don’t think he wouldn’t order you around still though, he would definitely spat things out.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 oh sweet albedo, he wouldn’t know what to do :( he would be so overwhelmed with how good you feel grinding on his lap. his eyes would drop to how you’re dragging your hips against his clothes thigh, seeing that slick trail being left behind on his pant leg. ‘you’re so beautiful… gosh.. i can’t get enough of you.’ it would come out as a sweet pant as his head falls back against the chair, feeling just as good as you are. just thinking about how he might even let your name tumble from his lips as you finish, how he would desperately claw at your clothes to get you scooter up, to tug his cock out of his pants for you to sit down on it. he is so eager and ready to please i can’t take it.

[rillian4e]

Bad girls get punished or?

ft& Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, IL Dan Heng

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, rough sex, pet names, praise kink, foul language, spanking, chocking, thigh riding, marking, breeding, degradation, teasing etc...

summary: you've been feeling neglected, and acting bratty towards your boyfriend which lead to him putting you in your place.

Neuvillette: riding, spanking, pet names

Neuvillette was fed up with your behaviour, he was trying to work, but you just had to sit and grind onto his lap, he had already told you to stay quiet while he finished some paperwork, and he would reward you but you didn't have any patience for that, instead giving into your desires which resulted in punishment.

Having you bent over his desk as he spanked your cute little butt, "Ow..! That hurts... Be more gentle!" you whined, feeling his big hand slap at your skin once again, there would be red marks for days surely, despite how it felt painful—you secretly enjoyed it, feeling more aroused than ever to have him punish you like this. Neuvillette could tell you were enjoying it, making him sigh, he was too forgiving at times like these, placing you to then ride his lap, wiping your tears away, "You're such a bad girl, cherié, I won't punish you any more, instead you'll have to ride me."

He muttered, looking at you before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, "If you end up not needing my help, then I'll reward you by fucking you nice and full, what do you think, hm?"

You smiled delighted when you heard his words, he really was too forgiving towards you, but you knew that he would be the opposite when you get your reward, always making sure you're satisfied.

Wriothesley: cockwarming, rough sex, manhandling

While you were needy and horny, your lover was busy, having to handle some affair within the Fortress of Meropide. It didn't help that you wanted him so badly, you went ahead and visited him, only to find him buried with paperwork as he sipped his favorite tea. Wriothesley was used to your neediness, often indulging your desired as he missed the warmth of your cunt enveloping him as much as you too did, but he could just abandon all of his work, it was the busiest around this time period for the duke.

Even as you wore your pretty little skirt and top, he didn't give in to your pleas instead having you cockwarm him, "Mm...stay still, love. Just a few more hours, and I'll give you what you want."

you felt better when you heard his words but "a few more hours", was he crazy?! No way would you be able to wait that long, not when his cock was buried so deep inside your aching core—it was so hard to resist the temptation of rolling your hips and fucking yourself on his shaft. you tried your best to stay good, nuzzling his neck, but when you felt his hand rub your thigh up and down... you couldn't do it. instead lifting yourself up and then sinking onto his cock, the sensation making you moan, albeit it was a quick relief as Wriothesley then pulled you off his lap, clearly that was his last straw.

"You're not getting out of this, sweetheart. You know, I adore when you're being a brat, but it's time to punish you a little, turn around." ah...you fucked up.

you gulped before doing as told, without waiting any longer, Wriothesley pushed his cock inside your cunt, immediately picking up a relentless pace without giving you a moment to catch your breath.

Wriothesley made sure to fuck his seed deep into you, hopefully that would satiate you for some time, you had to leave his office with his cum dripping out of you cunt, you were praying that it wouldn't drip down your legs.

Alhaitham: soft Alhaitham, praise, pet names, comfort

The scribe was not pleased with your behaviour, he was trying to read his book in peace when you came, all flustered and begging Alhaitham to fuck you in the House of Daena, where plenty of other scholars are, yeah, he of course refused, it was a risk, and he wanted to read his book. you couldn't get yourself off, it's been far too long since you last had any Intimacy with Alhaitham due to how busy he'd gotten, and in his little free time, he always reads books which doesn't help that he isn't spending time with you. You were rambling on and on, but no use, Alhaitham wasn't budging.

You didn't understand why he was being eo mean, so cold, he didn't didn't wanna give you a kiss, you didn't even realize that you were crying when Alhaitham pulled you into a hug, a large hand patting your back in comforting circles, "Hush, don't cry, princess... I was being too harsh on you, it's just that I've been overwhelmed and stressed, but that's not an excuse, c'mere." Quickly he placed you to straddle his lap, stroking your cheek tenderly, "I'm very sorry, my love, please forgive me."

He resorted on making it up to you, bringing you home, and making the whole night about you two, his fat cock stretching your cunt as he peppered kisses all over your face and neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, a contrast to the way he was slamming desperately into your hole, he only then realized how much he had missed you.

"Such a good girl... My sweet, sweet girl, taking me so well, I'm proud of you..." He'd whisper into your ear, his hand rubbing tight circles on your clit, his sweet words only fueling your desires to be fucked dumb by him which he fulfilled.

Scaramouche: manhandling, foul language, use of pet names

Punishment is his favorite when you're being a brat, this was no exception. Who did you think you were, trying to make him jealous by flirting with other men? The moment you were home, Scaramouche had you in mating press—his length filling your womb to the brim, he knew you wanted this to happen, your gummy walls only clenching more around him at his harsh and degrading words.

"Did you think you successed, hm? Trying to make me jealous by giving other men your attention? Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat." he muttered, one of his hands squeezing your throat, putting firm pressure, enough for it to feel uncomfortable.

His rough pace only continuing till you cannot take it anymore, your legs trembling from the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation, Scaramouche feels no mercy for you, focusing on his pleasure and teaching you a lesson. "Did you seriously think anyone other than me could fuck you this good?" He asked, looking down at you, his eyes betraying no emotion, only gazing at you as if you're some pathetic worm.

"Answer me, slut." his grip on your throat tightened, you cried out, shaking your head, "N-No...only you! Only you...can f-fuck me this good..!" was the best you could speak out, hoping it was enough for him to forgive you.

Jing Yuan: thigh riding, praise, pet names

He was busy with paperwork, being a general wasn't easy, it meant that he would be busy most of the time which you understood when you became his lover, but that didn't mean you weren't desperate for his affection. Jing Yuan would only tell you to wait and be patient, pressing kisses on your head, it didn't help that you were horny for him. He didn't like the way you were trying to dry hump him, wanting to feel that much needed friction against your dripping core. "What did I tell you, sweetheart? To wait, did I not?"

He sighed as you tried your best to give him puppy eyes to make him cave in, when he saw you disobey his words once again, he gripped your waist,

"Mm...you're being a very needy thing today, I won't be giving in today, though."

he exclaimed, giving you a kiss on the lips before he had you rub yourself on his thigh, having to get yourself off alone, it frustrated you but it was better than nothing. You did like riding his thigh, but you wished he would just fuck you or at least let you ride his cock—you so badly needed his thick length inside your hole, the more you rubbed your clothed cunt against his thigh, the more you wished he'd help you, a small wet patch was already growing on your underwear.

Jing Yuan wrapped his hand around your waist, supporting you while his other scribbled on his paperwork. You were getting desperate to cum, moans escaping you as you rode his thigh with the desire to reach your climax.

"Close, my love? You're ruining my pants, such a messy girl." a low chuckle escaped his lips, taking his eyes off his paperwork to give you a little of his attention. His hands gripped your thighs as he lifted you up and down hard on his thigh.

Even though he only let you ride his thigh, it would suffice as long as he was the one helping you, it was a whole another feeling when he helped you.

IL Dan Heng: vaginal sex, edging, teasing, mean Dan Heng

You have been trying to tease your lover for the past few hours, playing with his sensitive horns which you knew was the easiest way to get his attention. Rubbing the ridges with gentle motions before pressing kisses on both of his horns, Dan Heng loved when you gave attention to his horns, but he was trying to read his book, not have you make him aroused. His attempts at making you stop failed, though. After having enough of you being a brat, his tail wrapped around your waist, eliciting a reaction out of you—was he finally gonna give in?

"You're too greedy, love. I was busy, and I would have made time for you, but not if you keep acting like a brat."

You thought he would give in, he always did after all, and he did. His cock was inside you, hitting all the right spots, it had you seeing stars. Dan Heng really is too kind is what you thought before he told you that you can't cum.

"I'm not giving you permission to cum, princess. That's your punishment, besides isn't this what you wanted, for me to fuck you stupid?"

Was he being for real? you were so close, yes, you did want him to fuck you, he was right about that but you wanted to cum, not have to be edged when you were so desperate to have an orgasm. nevertheless you did as you were told, having him cum inside you made you feel slightly better, albeit you wanted to come too.

You knew you were at fault and that this was your punishment for not listening, he did mention letting you cum if you were good enough, maybe he will feel sorry for you and let you, who knows.

[rene-darling]

EXPLORING- him

In which you find yourself being able to closely touch and see your boyfriend's body..aka body hcs, and you examine their scars...im not sure if this is the original artist but I found the pic on scara.meowing insta

...Wanderer...xiao...kazuha...

Wanderer

The wanderer isn't one to let just anyone see his body,

Even thinking about being so vulnerable in front of someone leaves his head aching and sends a weird feeling up his spine

Letting someone see the scars he has obtained from throughout his life is something he won't ever agree to doing,

So if you wish to be able to see him, you'll have to find a roundabout way to do so,

Luckily for you, for the past few days, he's been complaining about back aches from being hunched over all day trying to complete his assignments from being a vahumana student

You offered a massage which after much pain and annoyance he agreed to.

After he agreed he turned around from you and took off his kimono, slipping it off with ease as he moved to remove the top half of his black body suit as well, cheeks slightly flushed as he was basically stripping in front of you.

He laid on his stomach starting forward, his usual snappy self is a bit quiet, it isn't every day he's laid bare in front of you for you to touch without engaging in promiscuous activities.

"hurry up what are you starin-" Suddenly the boy goes quiet as you run your hand down his spine, chuckling to yourself at his immediate quietness

Imprints of big circles are left on his back, most likely from the tubes that once connected him to his shouki no kami, large red indents are all that's left on his puppet body, and his back tenses once your fingers trace the circle following it's track.

Your fingers trace his skin where forgotten scars lay healed, scars mostly gained by cruel experiments at the hands of the doctor, his face sours when you touch them, constricting in...annoyance? Sadness? Or perhaps at the reminder of bad memories.

And when your hand traces up his spine to a strange purple symbol on the back of his neck, one that represents the electro symbol but not quite.

And as your hand touches it, it's as if a bolt of lightning is sent through his body, his hand immediately reacting to slap away your hand from it, quickly getting up and backing away from your touch his panicked eyes look into yours his breathing ragged for a moment before calming down

"I'm...im sorry" his voice comes out in a whisper, as if that's all he could manage..

Xiao

If you thought getting the wanderer to show himself to you was hard think again.

In no circumstance will he ever allow you to massage him just because his muscles feel sore

He's too proud as an Adeptus and as a Yaksha to allow that.

No matter how many long nights he's fought allowing himself relief in this form is out of the question.

It's not just his pride speaking though, he's far too selfless to allow himself rest.

Only when his karmic dept clings to him and dark miasma swirls in the air that surrounds him does he agree to allow you to touch him, albeit very reluctantly.

Only after being pushed to his physical limit does he allow you to touch his bare body, his bare body that he despises so much.

Your hands, which remain untainted by the dark miasma that surrounds him, untainted by the blood of thousands of innocents, he isn't deserving of your touch.

But he holds his tongue, letting your hands roam over his toned back without arguing, not so much as a pip is heard from the man,

He has a small frame, and an even smaller waist but the muscles he's trained from over a millennia are quite clear and pronounced

Your hands ghost over healed scars that he's long forgotten the stories too, claw marks which indicated a time his very flesh was punctured and bleeding.

Those scars he had gained admits battle, those roughly edged scars that you touched oh so very sweetly. He doesn't deserve this. In his mind he doesn't even deserve you but this especially.

He breathes deeply, it's okay, it's fine, he doesn't mind as you touch the scars he obtained during wartime, a time when he used to fight with his brothers and sisters

But his breath does hitch when you touch a scar that...even after thousands of years is stuck deep into his skin, a scar he received long before being rescued by Rex lapis.

His fists clenched as the memories flashed before his eyes,, the memories of him..his breathing increased almost to the point of him having a mini panic attack..

He only calmed himself once your hand moved away from there and to his arm as you traced the tattoo on it, gently tracing its edges as you reassured him that it would be alright.

Kazuha

Kazuha does not mind one bit if you want to see his body

He'll make a sly remark about your request of course

But he'll never deny nor say no to you

He doesn't have any insecurities regarding his body

He's confident in them and the scars he has obtained over the years of being a samurai

He'll raise an eyebrow at your request and give you a sly smile, yet when you explain your reasoning he'll smile gently and he chuckles nodding to your request set

Taking off his shirt for you and laying on his stomach, you can see his arms wrapped in bandages and some freshly obtained scars on his back are too.

Most though, are healed each one having a story behind it,

Whatever scar you trace he'll have the story behind it, from the smallest of cuts to the deepest of gashes he'll tell you, in depth how, where, and when he got it

Scars trace throughout his body down his arms that are wrapped in bandages, perhaps this day, he'll let you redo them for him,

Other than his scars his skin is soft and smooth, it's quite fair and he definitely has a tan line, his face is a bit darker than the rest of his body due to him always being out in the sun

He sometimes likes going into gruesome details about how he got a specific scar, but when you asked him about one he got on the day tomo was killed, he hesitates.

Going quiet for a moment, thinking deeply about what to say or tell, but unlike the other boys, he's more open with you and he'll tilt his head back as he recounts the story of that scar.

He won't tell you the whole story but...little by little he'll start mentioning little details here and there, leaving you some empty spots for you to figure out.