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moochalove · 6 months

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Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 2)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Another part finished!!! This kinda scratches my brain but i need more…. so expect a part 3….

i got into some darker themes and I intend to keep them around so please be warned.

word count: idk but it’s pretty long 🗣️

not proofread 😋

TW: panic attacks, yandere themes, implied noncon but nothing detailed

Rolling over to stretch you notice the sun seeping through your curtains. Ah, that’s right, he’s still here. Well you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to drop him off wherever he needed to be, then come back and sleep some more. With one last stretch you stumble out of bed, heading to the living room you notice Scara curled up with the blankets surrounding him. He even sleeps weirdly….. You stop and think for a moment, should you wake him up? Or should you just let him sleep longer…

“It’s not nice to stare, Y/n.”

Cutoff from your thoughts you take a few steps back, eyes settling back down onto his now awake figure. “S-sorry, I was just trying to figure out whether to wake you or not- I…” Rubbing his eyes he throws the blankets off of himself. “Yeah yeah, save it.”

And you thought you were cranky when woken up early, huh.

“I’ll give you some time to get ready.” Turning on your heel you walk back to your personal bathroom wanting to wash up quickly, “By the way, hope you slept well.” You weren’t sure why you were inclined to say that. Shrugging it off you leave him to gather his stuff. Scara, on the other hand was taken aback by the comment. Was he a flustered? Maybe. Surprised? Definitely. Was he gonna reciprocate the act somehow? Hell no, it’s not like he owes you anything! Nope, nothing at all! Huffing he folds up the blanket before placing it back in the basket.

While reaching down he notices a funny looking book, “How to prepare for motherhood!” Did your sister leave it here? He was curious to ask you more questions but it definitely wasn’t his place. Shrugging he ignores it and tosses the somewhat neatly folded blanket onto the book.

Coming out of the bathroom your face was freshly clean, teeth: brushed, hair: combed, contacts in if needed. You were dressed casually, but still wearing a baggy shirt so no one would notice your baby bump. Grabbing your keys you jangle them around before teasing, “let’s go drop the baby off~!” “Ugh, as if!” his face is slightly red and churned. He combs his hand through his hair- you are reminded of a certain someone by this singular action.

Staring at him your mind floods back positively bad feelings. The way he treated you oh so gently, like a porcelain doll that would crack under too much pressure. And the way he pleased you like a lover should. As if he’d been a starving man and you, his first meal- but it seems you were just a side dish- an appetizer before the real meal he could ravish any other day.

Scaramouche stared back at you a little distraught, “Oh my g- What is it now? You look like a deer in headlights.” He’s already poking your face and shaking you slightly.

Your mind is retelling you the events of that night at a pace you can’t even comprehend. The tight feeling in the head that hurts so much yet feels hollow and empty is telling you something’s wrong but you haven’t been caught up to speed yet-

“Hey, this isn’t funny! What’s wrong?” he sounds genuinely concerned.

Once your mind starts running at a pace you can’t imagine, it starts linking certain events of your life together like it’s some tragic movie. A horrible one at that.

Scara is shaking you now he’s practically begging you to snap out of it. Oh, how you would laugh at the way he’s begging, the way he’s actually concerned. You wouldn’t think someone like him had it in him.

By the time you regain consciousness you’re lying on the couch with an ice pack on your head with a straw attached to a bottle of water. Trying to move and get up at the sudden reminder that you were supposed to drop Scara off you shoot up only for your head to pound in return, “Ow… what the f-“ this action causes you to lay back down.

Scara is practically inches away from you, eyes wide with relief and a small smile plastered on his dumb looking face. “You’re awake! I was sooooo- um..” he quickly backs off with a sigh, “I was just getting tired of being here, was just about to call someone to come pick me up. But it seems sleeping beauty has finally woken up!”

“What the hell happened?” you reach to hold your head, slowly recounting the events that led up to a blank space in your mind. Your face scrunches up, realizing you had a panic attack in front of Scaramouche…. You contemplated on telling him the truth of making up some random bullshit. Both of you look like you’re about to say something, “So-“ “I’m-“, with a small chuckle of you both wait to see who will speak first.

“I just wanted to say that i’m.. I’m sorry for whatever that was earlier. I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps I didn’t get enough sleep.” Your words trail off and your ears start to feel a little warm. “It’s okay, Y/n, I-I was worried about you, you know?” Scaramouche trailed his last words, looking off at some painting you have hanging up on your wall, “Anyways… I’m not too sure what happened with you but it’s none of my business so don’t try n explain yourself because I really don’t care ,” you could only feel a little guilty and embarrassed but you nodded along, “Let’s go grab some dinner.” Huh? Why did he wanna get dinner? Perhaps he felt bad about what he said? Oh well, it’s free food! Surely you would need to replenish all your engere after this whole ordeal. Plus, you needed to stay healthy so the growing life within you can stay alive and healthy.

You’re hit with a sudden realization that you’re not wearing an oversized shirt or sweater of some sort. Had he removed it in attempt to see if there was something physically wrong? Like a wound of some sort? Okay- maybe if you get up slow enough he surely won’t notice? right? RIGHT? Just act natural- slow and steady does it! Or do you just look awkward slowly rising? Hit with a sudden way of embarrassment you shoot up before turning to run to your room to change, “O-oh no…. I forgot my phone… in my room… haha… i’ll be back….!” slamming the door behind you you’re sliding the oversized hoodie on and grabbing your phone then putting some casual slip-ons. When you walk out you notice the previous hoodie folded up to where you were laid.

“O-okay! let’s go!” He can tell you’re still frazzled just by the way you’re so inconsistent with your actions and moods. Maybe it was just “that time of the month” for you. Scara knows how scary women can become during that time. It’s best if he just ignores it and goes along like nothings wrong, lest you end up berating him like his sister did that one time.

The car ride was silent, only asking where he wanted to eat and some small talk.

When your food comes out, piping hot and steaming, you’re fighting the urge to cool it the best you can before shoving it in your mouth, very well knowing that choice would result in a burnt tongue, and the roof of your mouth scorched. Scaramouche on the other hand- he’s taking his time cutting the food up into nice bite-sized pieces, although you see he’s also fighting the urge to scarf down uncut meat that’s laid on his plate. You both hadn’t eaten all day after all so of course you’re making an excessive amount of noise with exaggerated huffs and puffs, blowing your food cold. The way you’re both chugging your drinks down. I’m sure you would both regret ordering the amount of drinks you did when the bill is shown.

Both of you stare at each other while the bill sits in the middle of the pile of plates that would soon be taken away.

“Well, I take this is your treat? Of course for making me stay longer than I wanted to-“ before he can finish you’re cutting him off with a overdramatic voice, “Oh thank you! I’m so relieved knowing that you are paying tonight!” He can only scoff, he’s using an unopened straw and pushing towards you. Your face churns as you can practically feel your hairs popping out but you still put on a cocky smile, “I’m sure you’re well aware of what you just did? Whoever comes in contact with the bill must pay-“ “IT WASNT DIRECT CONTACT!” With another overdramatized action you’re pulling out your wallet with a slight ‘sigh’. All the while Scara is watching joyfully.

On the way back to the car you get a phone call.

Maybe it was a work related issue? Not wanting to risk it being an important call you answered it.

What happened next you could’ve never anticipated would happen.

All you really remember was that the call consisted of Kazuha, who was clearly drunk, and busying himself with a woman as you could hear giggles, moans and whimpers coming from himself and the other participant. He claimed you left with Scaramouche and he was still with you. Claiming how he must’ve left with you, since he went missing after you both got kicked out, and how he never came back to their shared apartment. The way he kept reiterating that he “wasn’t upset, just disappointed” I mean, he wasn’t wrong- you did leave with him but it’s not like you guys did anything? It scared you a bit how controlling he was trying to be even though you weren’t even in a relationship with him. The last thing he said before he hung up was that he would be over soon and that he didn’t want to hear any excuses. It scared you even more how he kept his calm and collected demeanor up. If it weren’t for the context you’re sure you’d be excited to see him.

Scaramouche is already waiting in the car, growing impatient by the second. Once you sit down your mind starts to slowly pick up the pace. What do you do? He said he would be there soon? How soon? Was he just planning to talk it out? Was he worried about his friend? Should you be honest? What if- A hand placed on your shoulder snaps you from thoughts. “Knock it off. You’re doing that thing again.” Hah, it was obvious that you were freaking out. Taking a deep breath you start to explain the situation. By the time you get halfway through explaining Scara is urging you to drop him off at his house and for you to get home and lock up, or go to a friends house.

The car ride was… something to say the least…. Speeding when nobody was around then acting like normal law-abiding citizens the next second.

Tires screech loudly from when you slammed on the brakes. Scara practically went flying and hit the window. He’s unbuckling the once neglected seatbelt, before he you exchange numbers in case anything happens, like if he needs to contact the authorities if you can’t. Stumbling to the backyard to sneak in. You, on the other hand, you’re speeding back home on the back roads. You had planned on parking inside the garage and locking up. From what Scara had told you, every now and then Kazuha will get absolutely wasted and make the worst decisions possible.

Also mentioning that ever since his friend’s death he’s been a lot more controlling of certain people. Like apparently one time he was so invested in the woman he was practically bat-shit-crazy over her, tracking her every move, monitoring who she spoke with, what she wore, and even some of her actions. Once she had enough and wanted a break from him he let her go, surprisingly he let her go, but soon after she was allegedly admitted to a mental hospital. Surely these are just rumors, right? There’s no way that someone like sweet and caring Kazuha would actually be like this? Right?

Once you’re parked you’re heading inside and locking everything up. One thing you should’ve did was let a friend know of the situation but it totally slipped your mind.

You decide to wait it out in your room. Laying on your back and gently rubbing your stomach, “It’s okay. Mommy is gonna be okay. So please, don’t worry..” Your skin is stretching every day, it’s an uncomfortable process but a needed change. It’s not like anyone was gonna see your body again after this. Nope, the one time you drop the “strong independent young woman destined to be the next ceo act” you end up pregnant, and the father also happens to be a sleazy alcoholic who was also crazy.

You could feel the sorrow in your heart. Eventually, you would have to tell your child that he shouldn’t be the kind of man his father was. Well, that can be something you worry about in the far distant future, for now you just gotta keep him alive and well.

There’s a gentle knock at the door.

You just have to wait it out.

It turns louder, more impatient.

It’s now a loud pounding. You can hear your name being called gently despite the knock being the opposite.

•

It stopped. Maybe he’s finally regained his composure and is willing to give up. Huh? Is the door know rattling? Really? Is he really trying to do what you think he’s doing? Crap. You don’t have enough time to hide.

Once the door swings open you’re locking your bedroom door and reach for your phone. Hell. you need help. Oh god. He’s already at the door, rattling the door handle and banging on the door. You’ve barely opened the keypad. You’re frantically tapping the screen.

Once the call goes through you feel as if you’ve been saved! Surely they’ll come help!

A hand is placed over your mouth firmly, “Ah, i’m so sorry, it seems my girlfriend’s sister dialed this number! Yes. I assure you everything is alright! No, no need to send someone over. I understand, we’ll give her a thorough talking. Thank you.”

Once you hear the call end your blood runs cold. You want to scream and make a break for the door but you’re not sure if you can make it.

Kazuha lets out a huff before combing through his hair, “I wish you would just talk to me, Y/n. I wish you would just listen.” He tosses the phone off into some corner before he’s pushing you down on the mattress.

You try protesting to his attempts to undress you, yelling at him saying he’s drunk and that he’s being delusional. It seems to go through one ear out the other, he’s not listening. But his calm and lover-like demeanor is present all the while. He’s kissing you gently and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he’s feeling up and down your body, squeezing whatever his hands can grab. You hate how he’s acting like he didn’t do anything wrong. You want to scream and disappear from the face of the earth, hoping to never see his face again.

Kissing your neck seems to draw you from your thoughts, “My sweet little princess, be honest with me. What did you do with him?” you gulp nervously (or is it from fear?) you reply, “After we got kicked out, I dropped him off at his moms place. I swear baby- we didn’t do anything. It’s not him I love, it’s you!” oh how you wished to rip your tongue out and scrub it clean. With a ‘tsk’ Kazuha is starting to fiddle with his pants, “I already told you to not make excuses. Please, sweetheart, just tell me what you did and i’ll forgive you.” Covering your face, hiding your eyes, threatening to spill unwanted tears you try refuting but he seems to stuck on the idea you “cheated” even though you did nothing wrong.

The rest of the night is another blurry one, but not from the alcohol, from unwanted memories. From that day on you tell yourself you’re gonna take a break from work and fly home to spend the rest of your pregnancy with your family. Sure it seemed irresponsible and you didn’t exactly have the funds for it but you’re sure once you tell your parents your situation they’ll understand and lend a helping hand.

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Scaramouche on the other hand, he’s sitting in his younger self’s bedroom, everything is outdated to his likings now but some things remain to what he still enjoys. A cracked phone lays before him, wondering if he should call to see if you’re alright, perhaps the situation has changed? Biting the skin of his inner cheek he decided against it, ultimately deciding to call in a few days.

Fiddling with the cheap metal rings on his fingers his mind keeps wandering back to the idea of you. Had you really caught his interest? You? Of all people? Pfft, as if some lowly scum such as yourself could dare to invade his mind! Yet, here you are. The way you laugh, your smile, your everything. It truly captivated him.

He thinks back to how you both practically agreed to take care of your new baby, Meowmeow. Hopefully you would be able to feed her tonight. He needs to consult his mother about his new cat so he can get all the finical support he needs. Although he’s sure she’ll just flash him a dumb smile saying, “Oh, such a silly thing to want to invest in. Well, it’s not like you ask for much so i’ll be a good mom and help my son!” or at least something along those lines.

His mind also plagued him with not so happy thoughts, like the idea of you truly disliking him and pushing him away. Maybe revoking his rights to care for your stray animal and shutting him out forever. No use in worrying about it now, it’d be best to do something else for now. Even when his mind would slip in images of you here and there. Oh well, it’s not like he didn’t mind.

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newtabfics · 9 months

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Scaramouche with either 1 or 2 OR BOTH 😍😍 but either way it’s still gonna be great 🤭

I went back and forth and couldn't meld them into one cohesive drabble so I went with #2 for this one!

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"Do you ever mourn your last life?" Y/N asked curiously as she poked at the fire. This strange man introduced himself so long ago as Wanderer, leaving her confused until he reintroduced himself later on in their relationship.

He pondered this for a moment, staring into the flame before sighing, "I don't know. Thinking about it hurts. Not thinking about it is torturous." he shook his head. "I just wanna fuck away the pain."

As soon as the words left his mouth, however, he flushed and quickly looked away. he couldn't believe he'd said that to Y/N of all people. "Forget I said that."

"Do you want to? I mean, with me?" she asked curiously. He gulped thickly and she smirked. He knew that look. She was going to tease him relentlessly now and-- "Do you want to bury yourself in me?" She moved closer to him, making him shiver in excitement. "Do you want me to ride you, milk you until you're brain dead? Or do you want to push me down and use me?" She leaned closer, barely giving him space as he felt the heat from her body. "What do you want, Scara? Tell me, or you might lose out and regret it."

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primofate · 2 years

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The Ruthless Prince (Part 13) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Warnings: cliche training scenes lol, nothing much, very light chapter, light fluff you might not even see it, I guess you should squint a little lol, probably more noticeable in the next chapter after this

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

“What happened to training with Kuni?”

Coming face to face with Scaramouche’s scowling face in the morning was not an unusual thing anymore. It was embedded into your routine, almost like breakfast in the morning. He was, however, clearly in a more sour mood than usual, glaring at you like that.

His jaw tightened at your question, and he grumbled out. “He had other things to do,” or, to put it simply, instead of Scaramouche forcing Kuni to train you, the reverse had happened.

Kuni had somehow put Scaramouche up to do the training instead.

“Come on,” He didn’t wait for your response and turned to walk towards the lush green training area. It was a large and vast field, squared in by the high stone walls of the castle. You could see the battlements clearly from where you stood, the knights would occasionally walk back and forth from tower to tower on their patrol.

Over the other side of the field was a large shed and a stable area. The faint sounds of hay being baled together and the subtle grind of hoof to soil was rather comforting. Like you were in the countryside rather than a big, old castle.

The two of you ended up in the shed, which was actually an armory. It was stale smelling in there, but there was quite the selection of everything. Swords, bows, polearms, shields, light armor, heavy armor–anything you could think of was lined on the walls or propped up on a rack.

By the time the two of you had returned to the middle of the field, he was carrying a few weapons on him, dumped it on the ground and handed you an arm shield. It wasn’t in the best condition, clearly used for practice purposes but you put it on your dominant arm and looked at him quizically. “I thought I was learning how to fight?”

“Changed my mind,” he answered easily as he took the bow and arrow into his hands, leaving two swords on the grass, most likely for later.

“Put your arm up, in front of your face,” Scaramouche instructed as he placed an arrow on the string, pulling back with his arm. His stance was impeccable and you realized that you hardly knew what weapon he was trained in.

“What–” You immediately followed and shielded your head.

“Don’t move, I’m aiming at your shield. Move an inch and I might actually hit you,”

You winced at his command, bracing your arm as best as you could. The sound of the string snapping and the arrow whistling into the air made you brace more, but you were still startled when it hit the shield with a PLINK, causing you to recoil backwards a tiny bit.

There was a lot of force in there, for such a thin weapon, and you looked down at the ground at the arrow, now resting on the grass, stopped short by your shield.

You didn’t realize that small moment had your heart racing already. You were about to ask what the big deal was, suddenly deciding to shoot an arrow at you, but Scaramouche had cut you off before you could even ask.

“Tartaglia uses a bow, and his stance is unquestionably better than mine,” He drops the bow to his side and looks you up and down, thinking to himself that you’d need to be given custom armor. Nothing in the armory would fit your stature, but you needed that extra layer of protection. “He isn’t going to aim at your shield, and he isn’t going to shoot just one arrow,” he continues.

“...So you want me to practice guarding from arrows,” You slowly concluded, looking down at the shield strapped around your forearm, twisting it to take a better look. There was no dent on it at all, just scratches from previous uses.

“Guarding from it, deflecting it, parrying it, dodging. Whatever.” He picks the bow up again and starts to load an arrow onto the string. “You’ll have to get used to the impact first. Raise it up,” He nods his chin upwards to tell you to guard again, and that’s how training started.

He was surprisingly amicable during training. Almost as if… he enjoyed it. Like he was familiar with the routine and knew what to do, unlike his social awkwardness, he was at home here on this field, with those weapons in his hands.

You weren’t quite sure if that was a good or bad thing.

He imparted tips and gave you certain instructions to do certain maneuvers, some of which you butchered and got a scolding for. He had to “lower the level” so much that he got pissed at some point, but he continued to train with you.

“...Let’s move on to the sword…” He sounded as if he was disappointed in your performance. The sun was high up in the sky when he decided that, and you, unused to the training regimen, requested for a break.

“Can we take a short break?” You heaved out, droplets of sweat trailing down your forehead. He looked at you, took a second, and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” again unimpressed at how unfit you were for training.

You, on the other hand, was quite literally dying. Training itself wasn’t all that difficult. It was just really hot, and the lack of wind wasn’t helping today. You trudged up to a nearby tree, leaned against its trunk and sighed at the comfort of the shade. Scaramouche stayed out in the field, but you watched as he raised his hand over to a knight and exchanged words with him.

You spent the next couple of seconds catching your breath, glancing at Scaramouche as he tried the sword around, hearing the occasional sound of blade cutting through air. A moment later, there was suddenly a maid by your side, holding a pitcher of water and a glass full of it. “Milady,”

“Oh, thanks,” You were caught off guard, but instantly connected the dots that Scaramouche had requested for it. Water definitely helped and you took a swig of two full glasses before you got out on the field again.

Scaramouche had been thinking out there on the field while you rested. There was no way you were going to learn how to parry an arrow with a sword at such a short amount of time, but learning some offensive moves might come in handy at some point, and the sword was likely the easiest one to handle with your stature.

“What weapon do you usually use?” He turns his head to see that you’re back with him, and he stops brandishing the sword.

“...I don’t have a preference…” it was a strange answer, but it also told you that he had probably practiced with every weapon imaginable. He sure seemed familiar with a sword, but he also knew how to use a bow and arrow.

He handed you the other sword, and the two of you started again. He stayed on simple moves, because that’s all you could really handle, and you even struggled with it. He didn’t complain much. It was as if he accepted and finally realized that you were a horrid fighter, or just a normal person with no fighting background.

“That’s not–” He narrowed his eyes at the way you held the sword. It was rather unremarkable, and your grip wasn’t tight enough. He didn’t think much of it when he strode over and corrected your stance. His hand moved above yours and tightened your hold around the hilt, his thumb pressing down on your own.

“One hand is usually enough, but for you…” His other free hand motions for your other one to come up and around the hilt, and again he places his atop yours, moving it a little to show you the correct way to hold it, and pressing warmly on the back of yours to show you the amount of grip you were missing. “Here, and further up you’re supposed to…”

He was talking but for some reason you couldn’t quite comprehend what he was saying, like a blur of words in your ear. He was just… so close and you were sure as hell he wasn’t even thinking about it, but his hands were surprisingly strong yet comforting. He smelled a little like cinnamon and you could smell it even stronger when he moved his arm around you to lift your right elbow a little, talking about some type of stance that was not registering in your mind.

“...Are you even listening?” He lightly growled, snapping you away from your reverie.

“Yeah! I’m–I’m holding it too low, you said,” You thanked the Gods that you were at least able to catch some parts of his sentences, and he looked at you suspiciously before peeling away from you, his body heat coming off, hands sliding away and suddenly you felt exposed without him circled around you.

“Whatever…You’re too weak. That’s all you can handle today,” which also meant that was the end of training for the day. You didn’t complain, you felt as if you’d done a years worth of exercise already.

In more ways than one, training with Scaramouche was like seeing him in a new light, like looking into a window of his. There were a lot of things he knew, a lot of knowledge about combat buried deep, but he went through them in a sort of calm. He just knew what he was doing.

Training continued daily, but two days in and you’d requested for it to be done at night instead, where it would probably be cooler. He relented, and even wondered why he hadn’t thought of it himself. He preferred training at nighttime too, but he must have thought that his night training was his alone time, his own thing away from others, including you.

Though, when you did start coming to his nightly training, he wasn’t too opposed to it. Either he just liked seeing you struggle, or it was entertaining to watch such a weak worm try to wiggle herself out of a bird’s beak.

Life continued as normal, or as normal as it could get with Scaramouche, all up until a week before the annual celebration.

“Prince, princess, the tailor is here,” Kuni announced while the two of you were out on the field one day. You were confused, mostly because you were not told of a tailor coming to visit today.

“What for?” You asked. At this point, you had all the dresses you needed already, what with the various balls you attended. But this particular time seemed a big deal. Scaramouche and you were to be measured at the same time, and Kuni was more particular than normal towards the tailor.

“...The annual celebration,” Scaramouche liked to give you answers that were vague, or at least ones that didn’t really explain a lot of things.

“Annual celebration of what?” You prodded again as the two of you watched Kuni giving instructions to the team of tailors in the meeting room.

“...My birthday, unfortunately,” He sighed as he said it, shoulders finally slumping and your head whiplashed so fast towards him that you were afraid it was going to detach from your neck.

“It’s your birthday next week?”

“Did I stutter?” His half-glare was back on, but the tailors had started to move and went about measuring you and him from head to toe.

The prince and princess had to have matching outfits. And Scaramouche being the star of the night, it was only right to have you complement his outfit. A fully new dress was in the works after that day. Though, Scaramouche noticed a strange shift in your schedule after.

At night as the two of you trained, you’d usually retire to the bedroom at the same time as him. You’d use the bathroom first, then after when you finished he’d use it next, by which time when he came out, more often than not, you’d already be asleep, exhausted by the day’s events.

The following days after, however, you approached him after your bath and told him you had some work to do. As if you were getting his permission to be up in the dead of night instead of resting in bed. He only scoffed, “Do what you want,” but he was mildly surprised that he found it strange you weren’t in bed earlier than him. Or was it just your absence overall? Still, he didn’t question it, up until you showed obvious signs of fatigue a few days later.

“What’ve you been doing?” He gruffly asked when you were about to tell him you’re off to another one of your “research” sessions. Apparently you’ve been really interested in a book about teas from the library. “Why not just take them back here?” and you said that the books were far too heavy and plentiful.

“Can’t you do that in the morning instead?” You were a little baffled at his insistence about your activities. He said to do whatever you wanted but after a few days he didn’t seem to approve of his own words. In fact he seemed to be more irritable about your activities. You shrugged.

“I do some reading in the morning too,”

It was late one night when he woke up with a start and realized you still weren’t next to him that he got fed up and took action. He pushed himself out of bed, noted the time and how it was past the wee hours of the morning and you were nowhere in your shared bedroom. He ventured into the silent hallways and into the library. Surely enough finding you on the first big table, books upon books piled up and paper scattered over the table. On closer inspection, you were reading about paintings, not tea. And there were ironically some books about self defense, which he found really funny. Reading wouldn’t help you with combat, practice and experience would.

“Hey,” you were slumped over the papers, fast asleep, head resting on your folded arms. He reached a hand to clap your shoulder, attempting to shake you awake but was unsuccessful. He merely stared down at your face for a moment, then sighed. “Stupid girl…” He positioned himself in a way that would easily hoist you up in his arms.

He might have been smaller in stature but years of training did well on his arms and form, it was an easy carry for him, and he was struck by the idea that this wasn’t the first time he was carrying you around in his arms like this. He’d actually done it a couple of other times.

It was the first time, however, that he looked down at you while walking to observe your face. Mouth slightly open to an unelegant picture of you snoozing away, head cradled against his shoulder . You didn’t budge nor move an inch even when he lifted you up from your previous sitting position. He thought about how easy it would be for anyone to kidnap you in your sleeping state, and he sighed again.

When the two of you were back in the comfort of your room he placed you down on your side of the bed, didn’t bother to change you out of your clothes–because how could he?--and pulled the covers up halfway to your waist. He rounded the bed to go back to his side, but took a moment to notice the steady rise and fall of your chest.

This feels better. He caught himself thinking. This feels right. He corrected himself in his head. You were supposed to be in bed next to him and that was how the order of things were, was what he tried to reason with in his mind. It wasn’t about the feeling, he convinced himself, just about how things should be in place, including you. It was about having the correct arrangement.

Still, as he climbed into bed next to you, he wondered if “correct arrangements” was ever such a big thing. Like how breakfast should be in the morning and lunch should be in the afternoon. Or how you should be next to him at all times. When was that determined?

However, unlike breakfast in the morning and lunch in the afternoon, where he didn’t really care about straying from those rules–one could always have lunch earlier or later–he was less inclined to stray away from the rules he was making around you.

It’s late. She’s tired. It’s only right that she sleeps in a bed. Is the simplest rule he could make. But, he didn’t know when he had added next to me, into the rule. Last week? A few days ago? Just now?

Well, he didn’t think too much of it. After all, more often than not he always got what he wanted.

He just wasn’t completely aware that what he wanted was not to impose his “new rules” on you, but for you to willingly want it and come up with your own, following them of your own accord:

Because you wanted to. Not because he told you to.

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quimichi · 1 month

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NSFW - MDI

He's obsessed with your voice. He loves the way you whimper and just struggle your words out. He loves to to tease, he LIVES to tease you. He's so mean whe he asks what you want, just so he can deny it and command you to beg for it.

He's buried deep inside of you, barely able to hold himself up, panting heavily. He looks down at the pretty face you're making and he can't help but think that the only thing that would make it better is the sound of your beautiful voice.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he breathes in your ear, dropping his head down to your neck. He stopped moving. His hot breath hitting your heated skin. "I asked you somethin'~" he hums leaning back down to press kiss over your shoulder. You can practically feel his smirk in his voice.

"Please-" is all you're able to stutter out at first and it makes him grin onto your skin as he lifts his head to shake it at you. "Naw, I couldn't quite hear you princess,.. you should use bigger words for your needs?" there's this pout on his face, he's mocking you. Out of desperation you kiss him, in hopes that he could possibly forget about your loss of words.

He indulges you for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his eyebrow at you. That's when you realise he's serious; he really won't move an inch until you tell him exactly what you want. "Please-, just.. fuck me" you whine, you know it won't be enough for him but you hope it is because if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds you feel you might combust. You honestly don't know what will combust, but something is definitely blowing up and its also gonna be you.

"Good start, baby, but it's not enough" he chuckles at your responding whine and buries his head into you neck chuckling. Although this is more than entertaining, he also has to hide the fact this is just as agonizing for him like it is for you. "How do you want it, hm? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Please, just fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me dumb. Fuck me so hard you break me, the bed or the wall. I don't care just please fuck me" you desperately shout out in embarrassment.

He lets out an elated laugh, this is exactly what he wants to hear. He leans in to kiss you and ends up muffling the happy whine you let out when he finally starts moving. But quickly you feel dizzy, you're beyond coherent words at this point. You can't even think straight. He feels so good inside you that you almost go crazy. You instinctively grab at his skin, raking your nails over his shoulder blades. He loves being able to get you like this, he loves listen to you break like this. You and the pretty noises you make are all his to enjoy....

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Suna, Tendou, Terushima (haikyuu)

Kaeya, Al-Haitham, Ayato, Itto, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Dottore, Pantalone (genshin)

Geto, Nanami, Gojo, Toji (JJK)

Hisoka, Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks (HxH)

Rafayel (love and deepspace)

Leona, Lilia, Jade, Floyd, Ace, Trey (twst wonderland)

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hitomisuzuya · 10 months

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Thinking about reader getting herself stuck in a wall for some reason and asks Scara to help her out. But because her rear end is exposed at his side, he got horny cuz she's helpless and can't help but fuck and fill her up with his seed before actually helping her out

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut.

You stared, wide eyed at what just happened. You'd been reaching for a piece of jewelry to wear whenever your hand twitched. The next thing you knew, it was falling out of your hand, falling in between the dresser and the wall.

You assessed the situation, and gathered that you indeed could fit into the space to retrieve your jewelry. Scaramouche walked into your room just in time to see you bent over in between the dresser and the wall.

"What are you doing?" He asked, crossing his arms as he watched you straining your fingers out to retrieve the jewelry.

"I dropped something," You said, sticking your tongue out in concentration. You smiled somewhat when you picked up the piece of jewelry.

You started to move back, however, you discovered that getting out was a lot harder than getting in. You started to struggle, trying to angle your body in certain ways to see if you could wiggle out.

But to avail.

You were stuck.

You let out a quiet, exasperated sigh.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck?" Scaramouche scoffed, teasing you. You couldn't see the way his eyes were fixated on your ass as he moved closer to you.

"...No," You replied, you could practically feel the shit eating smirk on his face. You wiggled a little before you sighed, defeated. You blushed when you realized what exactly you were stuck on. "...Yes. I'm stuck..on my boobs."

Scaramouche laughed. "It's not funny, Scara. I'm really stuck," You said, trying to move again. Your ass was inadvertently up against his crotch, making him swallow back a groan of lust.

"How inconvenient for you, but," He purred, grinding against you. "Very convenient for me." He pushed your skirt up around your hips, his fingers finding your clit outside your panties. He rubbed and stroked, drawing arousal to dampen your panties.

"Seriously, Scara?! I'm stuck and that's the first thing your mind?" You exclaimed, swallowing back a moan when you felt your clit beginning to swell and throb.

"You are so delicate, so helpless without me," Scaramouche pushed your panties aside, pinching your clit between his fingers. "I'll help you out," He took his fingers off of your clit to unbutton his shorts, "when I am done of course."

Taking out his cock, he pumped his hand on it before pressing the tip against your clit. You could do nothing but moan softly in pleasure, grinding back against him.

"Before I fuck you full of my cum, allow me to tell you how impractical it was not to move the dresser aside some first," Scaramouche taunted, angling your hips before he pushed his cock inside of you, bottoming out with one snap of his hips.

You gasped loudly in pleasure, your fingernails digging into the surface of the floor to ground yourself as he cock kissed your sweet spot. He hit it with well aimed accuracy, bringing your walls to quiver and clamp around his cock.

"You poor thing, you are so sensitive. Your walls always beg to squeeze around my cock the moment I fuck myself inside of you. You know I love it when you are needy," Scaramouche enjoyed the way you were quivering in pleasure, your moans bleeding into broken whimpers and sobs of pleasure.

"That's my good girl, babble about how good I am making you feel," He groaned, shuddering in pleasure from the way his cock throbbed with his impending orgasm.

His fingers found your clit again, he could feel you were close. Just a few more thrusts would push you over the edge, bringing to cream screaming on his cock.

Scaramouche fucked you through your orgasm, his cum painting your walls as it spilled inside of you. His pace never relented while he made sure hardly a drop leaked out of you.

You whined when Scaramouche pulled out of you, grinding needily against him. He chuckled, moving the dresser aside for to crawl out.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n

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yzashaven · 1 month

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄…𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ soft dom!scaramouche x fem!reader

꒰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ꒱ nsfw themes. mind break (sorta). overstimulation. fingering. cum eating. praise. "sweet girl" n "good girl". dacryphilia if you squint. cumming n squirting (mentioned). multiple orgasms. clit stimulation. no actual penetration (maybe if i do pt 2).

꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ꒱ "you don't need to think, you just need to feel." —♡

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄— hi yes i couldn't think of a title and yes this is what i'm suddenly coming back with because i suck at angst... i had the plot n everything but eh whatever 😭 i randomly got this brick of motivation dropped on my head so yeah have this for now and i'll be leaving for another month (jk) so this wasn't proofread... again. nevertheless, hope you all enjoy 🤍

it's been 3 hours...

"let go once more, sweet girl." the way scaramouche whispers to you causes the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. his fingers continuing to work their magic on your soaked pussy, rubbing on your clit as he drives you closer to another orgasm.

he's sitting right beside you on the bed as you laid there, obediently taking the pleasure he offers—every single bit of it. "cum for me," your legs shaking even more than before as the euphoric feeling envelopes you for the nth time already. "good girl." his free hand strokes your head gently.

you can vividly see that he's hard; you reach a hand out to touch him. before your mere fingertip could even get to his clothes, he had already grabbed onto your wrist, "i told you no touching." the sharp tone of his words cause you to retreat your hand back to simply hold onto the bedsheets beneath you.

"why can't i touch you?" your voice was slightly breathy as you asked. it's a risky question, honestly. he lets out a gentle sigh as he feels up your body again. a light squeeze to your breast once he thought about his answer.

"i don't need you to do anything to me, my sweet girl." he starts, "seeing you break for me is more than enough. to see you cry, beg, and cum is like eye candy that's all for me to devour." his thumb grazes your tear stained cheek, "so delicate, aren't you?"

at this point, your brain was already mush from the hours of continuous, endless pleasure. "scara..." the sweet whisper of your voice calling out to him, it's his favorite, "...can't think straight." he shows a soft smile as his hand is moving on its own, rubbing your cunt and spreading the sticky mess everywhere. the sheets underneath practically drenched from your arousal and the few times you squirted earlier.

"i don't need you to think," scaramouche's fingers slip back inside you, a moan coming from your lips in response, "all i need is for you to feel." your head is spinning as you feel yourself succumbing to the gentle pleasure of his sweet loving. "feels so good, yeah?" you nod as you let out yet another symphony of moans and whimpers all for him.

"do you wanna feel me? you want my cock inside you, hm?" your orgasm soon comes again as you coat his fingers with your cum, "yes, please." the way you begged him in such a desperate voice easily sent his mind in a spiral.

"you've been a good girl all this time." he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and gives it a short taste, licking his fingers clean before slowly moving to position himself between your legs. "give me your hand." scaramouche then leads your hand down to the obvious bulge in his pants, "feel that? i'm so hard for you, my sweet girl." your face flushes red as he finally pulls the waistband down.

finally...

#♡.･ signed by yza ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ dearest kuni ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ late night thoughts ✰°｡⋆#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #genshin smut #genshin x reader #fem!reader

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abyssruler · 3 months

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you and scaramouche have been married for fifty years, but unlike your immortal husband, you’re a human who inevitably ages.

“yes, she’s my wife. yes, she’s seventy-eight. you got a problem with that?”

he stares thunderously down at the recruit who had stupidly asked who the old grandma hanging around their camp was.

#hey guys you know that one cute comic about the vampire and his human wife who have been married for a long time?#yeah that’s the one that inspired me #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #fem reader

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taintedtort · 4 months

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" FAVORITE POSITION? "

summary. their favorite positions and why

characters. xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

warnings. afab!reader, smut, scara calls you a slut

a/n. i’ve been sick for like a week help

XIAO

☆ spooning.

i think xiao would prefer to fuck you as you spoon, so you don’t get to see his scrunched up face, full of pleasure. he gets flustered when you look at him, especially when you make eye contact, so this is a way for him to easily hide his face while still fucking you good… and he can rub your clit better too! you tell him all the time you like seeing his face, but you know he hates being vulnerable, and it feels just as good so you don’t complain too much.

"you close? want me to touch your clit too?"

KAZUHA

☆ missionary.

he’s a simple man… he loves your face. he adores watching the expressions on your face while his cock rams into your sweet spot over and over, making you see stars. he also likes kissing you throughout sex, so this makes your lips more accessible. he‘s all about eye contact, loving the extra intimacy. if you get too flustered, he’s slowing his thrusts and telling you to look at him, not picking back up till you do.

"baby, i said look at me… whine all you want, i’m not going faster till your pretty eyes are on me."

SCARAMOUCHE

☆ doggy.

he feels like he has more power over you while in doggy, so it’s the one he usually goes for. he loves pulling your hair and seeing your back arch even more for him. he can’t see your pathetic face, but it’s worth it to be able to leave red hand prints all over your ass. he loves holding your hips down while he pounds into you, moans leaving your lips each time his hips connect.

"cmon, slut. arch your back more, show me how much you want it."

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vinnystarxx · 5 months

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DRSP : Hiatus confirmed ; Chapter 1 Haitus , Episode 03

series masterlist | masterlist | pervious | next

Taglist :

@featuredtofu @sakiimeo @fangygf @beriiov @beomers-franser @boo-ored @raewrz @klanxii @mhiieee @vxcmx @dreams-n-dystopia @magica-ren @yuminako @dazaisboner @xiaossocksniffer @lemo-nadde @v4lerixxq @pomeiu @anastaxiah @yukii-1

Special tag :

@chiyoso :)

DRSP ! Facts :

Venti put a fake spider in Scaramouche’s coffee and almost died from it by choking

If it wasn’t obvious enough , y/n is friends with Venti and Lyney but not scaramouche ( they know each other but aren’t friends )

Scaramouche doesn’t like y/n because she declares herself as MOsTAR’s biggest fan

This was suppose to come early on Friday but I’m not thanksgiving break rn but I might as well try to update this and other some other stuff

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moochalove · 4 months

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Should've Ordered For Pickup…

This is an Au from my OTHER fic(s) with Pregnant/Mother! Reader!! If you want you can read this as part of it though! (I did keep the same idea just without the dark themes)….

I think my brain has been itched so I will be moving on from this whole idea that's been rotting my brain… 👍 So if you have any fic ideas feel free to share! Anyways!!!

It feels like you’ve been standing in line forever, your feet are killing you and your back hurts from the baby that is currently resting on your chest. You should’ve ordered your stuff for pickup… but it’s not like it was a lot of things either…this is taking forever, and you’re starting to get hungry! You salivate at the thought of what your husband has cooked for dinner, it almost eases you a little. Taking a deep breath you readjust your posture and clutch the small bag of fruits and vegetables you were looking to buy. “Almost done, sweetheart, then we can go home to Daddy! Doesn’t that sound nice?” you whispered in a hushed voice since your son seemed to have dozed off.

You’re startled by a voice that comes from behind, “Y/n? Is that you?” Of course, you’d recognize that cute voice anywhere, “Ayaka?” Taking a deep breath you turn around to greet her more properly. Yeah, you’re tired and you’d rather not talk to anyone right now, but she’s just trying to be nice. “How have you been Y/n? I haven’t seen you in forever. Not since…” Immediately noticing how she trailed her words you figured she’s heard about what happened between you and Kazuha. “Haha, yeah, it’s been a while. So… what brings you here?” She holds up a small plastic bag that’s full of cleaning supplies, “I wanted to help our back at the house but instead they sent me to go get things. I suppose this is a form of helping.” You lifted your bag of groceries in response, “Me too, I tell him I can cook my own food but he swears I do too much and that I must be tired. Oh well, I’m pretty tired when I get home anyways so I suppose it’s fine!” Ayaka turned her head in confusion as she looked at you up and down before her eyes settled on your resting baby, “So you’re dating someone?”You’re taken aback for a moment before you smile in response, “I’m actually married,” you flaunt the big rock on your ring finger towards her, and her eyes widen in shock from the jewel that casually sits on your finger, “I-it’s beautiful, Y/n!” She bows apologetically, “I’m sorry- I spoke out of line. Forgive me!” A laugh escapes your lips as you motion for her to rise, “It’s okay. You didn’t overstep any boundaries.” Her chest rises and falls in relief upon hearing those words. “Uhm, so… if you don’t mind me asking…” “Yes?” “Whose baby is that you’re holding?” Your frown curls into a smile as you turn to an angle to where she can see the baby’s face, “My sisters. I just thought I’d bring him along with me today.” Ayaka’s eyes sparkle with admiration as she coos over how cute he is. When she gets closer, she can’t help but feel like she’s seen that face before…

A voice shoots from behind, once again. “I’m back Ayaka-“ This time you freeze. Of course, she’d be here with him, why didn’t you think about that? Maybe while she’s distracted you make a run for the self-checkout that happens to be on the other side of the room. Yeah, that sounds like it’ll work! Plus, he shouldn’t recognize you so there’s no need for him to follow. You think a quick prayer, hoping Ayaka doesn’t tell him about you. Their conversation seems to be playing out normally and you take this chance to step out of line and speed-walk towards self-checkout.

As you input your items (since you can’t just scan them…) one by one, you exhale in relief. Almost done! Soon this’ll all be over and- where’s your card? Scrounging through your wallet you look for it in each slot. No, no, none of these are it! You can feel yourself start to get annoyed but the machine beeps before spitting out your receipt, your eyes turn towards the person who slid their card, and when your eyes land on the culprit you can practically feel yourself crack. “K-kazuha…! You really didn’t need to… but thank you… If you just give me a sec to go to the ATM I’ll get you some cash-“ He shoves the piece of paper into your grocery bags, and the next thing you know you’re being dragged out of the store by the wrist.

“Owowow-“ inhaling sharply through your teeth you caress your wrist, “No need to be rough…” Your eyes avoid looking at him but you can feel his heavy gaze on you. “So… why did you bring me out here? I kinda have somewhere to be.” “Why did you leave me.” It wasn’t a question it’s more like he was demanding an answer… Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepishly you reply, “I got busy, I guess.” His eyebrows quirk in frustration and he grabs your hands, pining them above your head. “Now’s not the time to act coy, Darling.” “Ah, and there it is. Are you still upset that I up and left you? Or maybe when I-“ You’re cut off abruptly by the sound of a baby’s laughter, you try and speak again but every time you open your mouth a giggle erupts from the infant. Kazuha releases you from his firm grip as he takes a few steps back, “You had a baby?” “My sister had a baby, to be more precise..” you reply sharply all while you wiggle your hands in front of your baby, causing him to giggle and smile. He stared at the baby for a few minutes, analyzing the way his red eyes lit up whenever you made a silly face, and he took notice of the striking red strand that accompanied his short h/c locks. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together, his slender fingers come up to your child’s much pudgier ones,

“That’s funny, I don’t seem to recall ever sleeping with your sister.”

“Well, Kazuha, you sleep with a lot of women. Sure you didn’t skip out on her charming face?”

“No, the only charming face I seem to recall is yours.”

“…”

“Is this my child, Y/n?”

You’ve stopped playing with your son and turned towards Kazuha, “So what if he is? What's it matter to you?” He smiles in response, he’s already heard everything he needed to hear. “No difference in fact, I’m not too fond of kids, to be honest,” he pulls his hands away from the small yearning ones that reach out for him when he pulls away, “So I think you’ll heart knowing that I don’t want any part of this kids life.” Your mouth opens slightly at his harsh words, and your fist clenches into a ball, “I never asked you to be part of it anyways, in fact- I already have a loving partner who enjoys being his father anyways,” A small huff came from Kazuha, he didn’t want to say anything and just let it be, but he couldn’t hold his tongue, “Oh, and who might that be? I truly doubt someone would want to stay with someone so… messy.” It hurt a little knowing he targeted you, the younger you, who was scared and insecure, but you knew you would feel all the better. “Oh, I actually think you might know him.” A smile crept up on your face as you felt pride being able to flaunt your lover, “I don’t if you remember him- oh, what am I saying? Of course, you do, yknow, he was kinda your roommate for a while? You know- the one with purple hair, anger issues, cocky, and- ah, the one mended my heart back together after you dumped me, at MY birthday party.”

Your heart sinks when you realize you raised your voice. Not because you cared about his feelings, but because of your baby, his face is churned in distress from your loud voice, and he begins to cry out loud. Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth to say something, but you swallow your words. All Kazuha could muster up was a chuckle and a sigh, he was clearly upset. Shooting him one last glare you walk off, gently patting your son's back, and trying to calm him.

He reaches out to you, but you avoid his touch and towards him with a sour expression, "Now what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" "I- Are you guys really..." His eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head, "No, what I mean to ask is if you told Ayaka about, y'know..." With a deep sigh, you respond in a cold tone, "No. No, I didn't tell her because it’s not really her business.” All he can do is smile and nod before he watches you walk away.

Maybe one day he would come to regret that choice, but you couldn’t care less. Even if he tried to be part of your son’s life you would allow it only if your son wanted to. For now, though, you guys were a happy little family. Your son has a loving father who spoils him with love and affection, and whenever you come home from work you’re always met with your husband playing and chasing your child around the house. Your heart melts with sappy feelings as you watch your husband and son both light up when they see you walk through the door. You could go on forever about how much you love them both but you won’t..

When you get home you set down your son on his high chair and you slouch forward as you exhale loudly, carrying him around on your chest reminded you of when you were pregnant. Once you wash up you’re back at the dining table and you’re drooling over the food your husband set out for you. Ah, you suppose you should tell him about your little encounter at the store… After you eat of course!

You’re both relaxing in the living room playing a board game, you’ve already set the baby to sleep. As you roll the dice you remember you have to tell him, “So… Today, at the store, I ran into Kazuha and- “ Scaramouche grabs your shoulders as fear fills his heart, and his eyes widen as he looks into your e/c eyes, “He didn’t hurt you or s/n did he?!” For a moment yourself stunned by how close he is. Shaking your head you grab onto his shoulders to try and ease him, “No, Scaramouche, he didn’t do anything. Although, He did drag me to the parking lot and he figured out he’s s/n’s father.. But it’s no big deal! Really!” Your face is turning sour again as you recall what he said, “He did say some things though.” Scaramouche looked frazzled as he still clung to you, “What did he say? You’re not gonna leave me right? You-“ “What? No! I would never. Besides- he doesn’t want anything to do with s/n…” He let out a sigh he had been holding in and he wrapped his lanky arms around you, “I’m sorry y/n. It’s okay though, since I’m here for you both. I promise I’ll never leave you- even if I were offered eternal happiness- I would decline since I have you both!” Your face beams with a smile and your heart feels mushy. “Would it make you feel better if he suddenly went ‘missing.’ It wouldn’t take much for me to set that up!“ You softly punch him as your face feigns shock, “No! We can’t just make him disappear just because he hurt my feelings a little- I mean yeah it would be nice, but aren’t we above that-“ Scaramouche is smiling ominously as he casually says, “Of course we’re above that. But if it were for you- I’d stoop real low.” A laugh escapes your lips as you bury yourself in his neck, “I love you.” “Oh? What's this about?” His response sounds cocky but he’s patting your hair, “You trying to have another kid-?”

Once again, you punch him, but this time harder.

Although that doesn’t sound too bad..

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin fluff #fem!reader #genshin angst #scaramouche x fem!reader #Mother!reader #genshin x fem!reader

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newtabfics · 8 months

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Vampire!Scara with 18???👀👀👀👀

OOOOH Interesting. Okay okay!

Triggers for blood drinking cuz i mean vampires, what'd you expect?

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His eyes darkened as he moved closer to her, studying the wound on her palm. "Are you alright?" She asked, cupping his face with her free hand. His eyes snapped up to hers, the glow of his irises practically illuminating in the night. "If you need to...it's okay, Scara," she said gently.

Scaramouche let out a breath as he tenderly grabbed her wrist, studying the injury before leaning forward. His warm tongue pressed against her palm and he groaned lewdly, making her shiver as he carefully lapped at the blood.

"You taste like fucking candy."

Y/N blushed as he moved closer, mouth still latched to her palm as his eyes closed in bliss. The expression on his face was enough to make her move into his lap, kissing his neck as his fangs began to poke against the heel of her hand.

Scaramouche pulled away and tugged her hair roughly, making her groan as he kissed her.

she could barely taste her own blood on his lips as he frantically pulled off her jacket. She always knew she was doomed the moment she met him.

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anantaru · 5 months

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as it was, scaramouche always kisses your clit before he advances forward to please you properly— a gentle, although sizzling kiss on your throbbing clit before he eats you out and contours his tongue over your glistening folds, or yet another once again before he ultimately squeezes your legs into your chest as he, with a breathless sigh, sinks inside.

that need, that want, realized in such kiss as he helplessly presses his beautifully plush lips close against your soft sex twitching beneath, all possible hesitations by the thought of not being good enough wholly abandoned when you whine out for the first time this night, desperately cry in pleasure and welcome his darling warmth.

kuni's lips were certainly searing, imposing a feverous load on your wet flesh and so was his cock later— roaming through you as if he wanted to claim you from inside and out, thrusting into your tight hole with the amounts of mixed fluids almost brimming as it turned all the more simpler when he grinds his hips in, always making sure to add a couple tiny shoves into your twitching cunt whenever you engulfed him all up to his base.

scaramouche explores every inner contour of your insides as he pushes against a high point inside your cunt, slipping and thrusting in a more loosened, much more feral tempo as he adds an intimate touch on the softness of your ass before roughly squeezing the flesh and making it jiggle— your lips dropping apart as you mewl in ecstasy, calling his name so he would lean forward and linger featherlight kisses on your neck until your cheeks are set aflame.

now, your boyfriend was mouthing eagerly over your neck with his wet tongue splattering his saliva across the thin skin, all his earlier shyness or lack of experience swathed away when you wrap your hands across his head to pull him into your lips— accompanied by a famine rush of lust and tongue that crushes against the forming bubble holding your desire hostage inside of your stomach.

his cock was throbbing while your swarming walls cage him in, your pussy feeling like blazing skin tugging on his erection as it seared around the veins in his trembling body.

with your eyes squeezed shut now, your quivering figure freezes from the sheer overstimulation and additional ministrations that shuffled a shameless ache across your used pussy, your oozing arousal manifesting vividly above the thin skin on his length as you indulged in the pressure he thrusted into your cunt.

but the best part for scaramouche, what could it be? of course, it were your candid reactions, like pure honey drizzling down the tip of your tongue, eternally hidden in the shelter of his soft lips.

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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You ever wonder about scara jerking himself off while you abuse his hole?

Just thinkin' ;)

♡︎ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphillia, brat taming, mirror sex, cock can be interpreted as strap on - anything that’s comfy for u guys

notes: a biiiittt different than your og req but still the same thing, just a different tone. i hope you like the recipe! also it has been a while since i visited the sub genshin tags. hello my little horny goblins! have y’all missed me?/jk jk

what’s this???? nobu finishing up another req after publishing another one last night???? has she finally defeated writer’s block?????

“shlo-OOOUH! shlowerrrh~! [nam-] ca-aahnt!♡︎♡︎” letting out a guttural sob, scaramouche squirted all over his stomach again. he was being a little shit for the entire week - ruining your perfectly made cake, throwing tantrums like a kid, cussing you out when you forgot to give him his usual goodbye kisses before leaving for work. the list goes on and on.

and now when he’s met the consequences of his own actions he’s telling you to be gentle? after ruining the hard work you put in your cake’s icing? in his dreams.

the short man let out another choked scream when your cock hit his oversensitive prostate again, the plush soft muscle getting abused over and over ruthlessly by the tip of your cock repeatedly hitting them, clawing at your back with his blunt nails in a pathetic attempt to at least try and get you to slow down so he can properly breathe.

and it seems like his prayers were answered when you slowed down before stopping, the bruises formed by your hands’ rough grip on his waist making him let out a whine at the feeling, the bleeding bite marks left by your teeth still stinging so deliciously. the brat let out another whine when you pulled out of his hole, your cum flowing out of his loose hole and running down his plushy, hickey covered shaking thighs.

unfortunately the brat’s wishes didn’t last long when you manhandled his tiny body, turning him over with his back to your chest - looking straight at the full body mirror propped against the wall. everything looked so lecherous - from the sticky cum covering the insides of his thighs, the dark and blue hickeys on his neck and chest to the remains of his own fluids covering his tummy.

gosh scaramouche was completely ruined.

“[n-name] plea-ashee… n-no mowree~ sensitiIIGGH!!♡︎“ a shrill sound resembling a squeal left his lips when you slammed yourself all the way until the hilt back into him once more. small hands clenching and flexing, seemingly trying to grab ahold of something to try and get his fucked silly mind together again.

“‘m getting a bit tired kuni. so you gotta do some of the work too” guiding his one hand to his swollen, angry red cock you silently commanded him to stroke himself - which scaramouche understood. sloppily running his hand up and down on his cock, rubbing the slit wet precum filled tip with his thumb your sweet dumb boy just couldn’t help but let out another wail when you hooked your hands under his shaking legs and slammed him down to the rhythm of his strokes.

understanding the situation as much as his mushy brain could comprehend, scaramouche jerked himself off at a faster pace. hands stuttering with his tear stained eyes and flushed face looking directly at the mirror, the puppet could easily see your cock slipping in and out of his pink hole over and over. he was so tired - his tiny cock only managing to spill a small amount of cum as he spasmed through another orgasm yet you still didn’t stop.

after all someone’s gotta teach him how to stop being a brat right?♡︎

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