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Your tutor Scaramouche, who begrudgingly continues to tutor you after the two of you start dating because he can’t stand watching his dumb little girlfriend fail all of her classes.

Your tutor Scaramouche, who gets bored while helping you and starts making things more and more convoluted and hard to understand just so he can watch you get pouty and frustrated.

Your tutor Scaramouche, who tells you that the topic you’re going over is “so simple even you should be able to understand”. Though clearly, he’s either lying or wrong, because you’ve never felt more confused.

Your tutor Scaramouche, who refuses to tutor anyone else despite many of your classmates begging him. Afterall, he wouldn’t want to spend multiple hours a week tutoring any idiot other than you (since he can’t fuck other students).

Your tutor Scaramouche, who gets annoyed having to deal with you complaining about how hard all the work is. He doesn’t complain to you when he’s hard (he just fucks you :)!

Your tutor Scaramouche, who decides that you should have a vibrator in your underwear while he helps you study so that you could actually have some consequences for your mistakes. It definitely wasn’t because he wanted an excuse to see you desperate and whining.

Your tutor Scaramouche, who gets tired of you trying to explain to him what exactly is confusing you and decides to just pull you onto your knees in front of him and shove his cock down your throat to keep you quiet.

Your tutor Scaramouche, who, after you’ve successfully completed all of your studying and work, fucks you for hours as a reward for you both.

Your tutor Scaramouche, who just loves you oh so much, despite how mean he is to you.

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scara smut! :3

modernau!scara (dom) x afab sub reader (0,8k words)

degradation, praise, electrostimulation, slapping, mean dom! scara, brat taming, fingering, breeding, edging, (scara and reader are in college) , soft aftercare :3 (do tell me if i missed something!!!)

the bell rang for lunch time and you ran from the class to the hallway and in the cafeteria to see your best friends and your boyfriend.. scara.

“hiii miko! hi childe!” you said while running to hug miko

“hiii scara!! i missed you!” you said and hugged him as you gave him a kiss

“hey there sleepyhead, i saw you sleeping in class from the window,”

“i missed you too though” he smiled and hugged you back.

while you were all talking , you suddenly had an idea.

“hey guys did you know that scara is actually very submissive in bed?” you suddenly said

scara’s smile (?) disappeared and he was glaring at you with his eyes widened

“hahahaha! i knew it” said childe

you could see scara’s face was getting angrier and angrier by the second and you knew you were in trouble.

“y/n come with me right now.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to an empty classroom.

“you wanna act like that in front of them hm? you wanna be a brat?”

“n-no ‘m sorry i didn’t mean t-“

scara suddenly grabbed you by the collar and bent you over to a nearby desk

“shut the fuck up. you wanna act like a whore? i’ll treat you like one.” he said and yanked your skirt down

“you’re even wearing a skirt in school? filthy slut.”

“‘m not a slut!! i didn’t mean to really!”

“yeah?” he grabbed your jaw and turned your face towards him while giving you a hard slap on my cheek

“ow!!!” you whimpered and looked up at him

“that’s what you deserve you disgusting whore. you’re only worthy for being my toy aren’t you? filthy bitch.” he suddenly pulled your panties down and thrusted a finger inside of you making you moan out loud

“shut the fuck up,” he groaned while grinding against you and put two of his fingers in your mouth in order to shut you up

“mmf~~”

“stop whining. you wanna be a good girl for me? you want more hm? beg for it. beg for me to fill your slutty cunt with my fingers,” he said while putting his fingers out of your mouth so i could “beg”

“please scara! please, wanna be your good girl i want you to make me cum please!!”

“hmmm try a little harder will you?” he pulled his finger out and started to run it down your spine,

“please master! put them in please i want to feel your fingers inside of me!”

“good girl,” he smiled and thrusted three of his fingers inside of you

“ah~ t-too much!!”

“aww is it too much for my little slut? you don’t even deserve my fingers. be grateful you bitch” he pulled his fingers out of you just as you were about to cum

“n-no!! nooo please scara why??!” you moaned while bucking your hips into his hand in an attempt to get his fingers back inside of you.

“no. the only thing you’ll be cumming on today is my cock.”

he spread your legs and forced his cock inside of you

“mmgh!!! s-scara!”

“yeah? you like that slut?” he moaned and you suddenly felt an electric jolt on your clit

“HAH~ sc-scara! wh-wha-,”

“more hm? that’s what you’re gonna ask? always wanting more, always acting like a brat in front of our friends hm? you like the attention? you wanna act like a bitch slut in front of everyone? is that how slutty you are? disgusting bitch” he groaned and slapped your cheek making you moan loudly

“scara ‘m sorry! i’m only your slut no one else’s! i only want your attention so please make me cum please! gonna be so good for you!”

“yeah? you’re gonna be good?” he said while electrocuting you once more, making you whimper and moan in bliss.

“yes! promise!! only your good girl kuni!!”

“good girl” he started thrusting his cock inside of you even faster than before

“fuck.. i’m going to cum inside of you. you want that hm? dirty slut,”

“please! cum inside of me scara!!! ‘m gonna cum!”

you came at the same time and he came with a loud groan inside of you, pushing his cock out and pumping two fingers inside of your pussy to stop his cum that was leaking

“don’t waste a single drop. got it?”

“mhm! thank you scara~ thank you master!”

“you’re such a good girl y/n,” he kissed you and wiped my tears

“let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up hm?”

“yes!”

“you’re still in trouble though. when we get to our dorm i won’t hold back.”

“fineeee whatever, i don’t really care anyways i love it when you’re rough with me” you winked at him and started putting your clothes on

“you’re such a whore but i love that so much about you. i love you , y/n.”

“i love you too scara” you said and kissed his lips softly

[morbific-or-felicific]

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who scared the shit out of you when he asked you out because he was so gruff that you honestly though he might have been planning to kill you instead of planning to take you out to dinner

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who hates going out to restaurants and only took you out to dinner because he thought that was the only way you would agree to go out with him

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who only has one friend because he hates almost everyone except for you and Kazuha

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who always gets upset with you when you aren’t taking care of yourself because how dare you not take care of his girlfriend

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who didn’t want you to meet his moms for the first several months of your relationship because he thought they wouldn’t like you

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who didn’t know what to say when the two of you ran into his moms while you had dragged him out to some restaurant for a date

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who tried to get his moms to leave you both alone, but despite his best efforts they ended up moving to your table

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who was surprised by how much his moms liked you and how well the three of you got along

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who wanted to climb into a hole when Yae had had too much wine and started telling stories about him growing up

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who stayed the night at your place after because he was convinced Ei was going kill him for not telling them about his lovely girlfriend

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who takes after Ei and can’t cook to save his life

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who tries to help you when you make the two of you breakfast the next morning but somehow manages to burn half the food (at least the coffee was unscathed)

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who tries to hide from facing a lecture from his moms by spending the day driving you around while you do errands

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who brought you with him when he went back home so that his moms couldn’t be too harsh with him (it’s not because he wants to watch a movie with you…unless you wanted to of course…)

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who dragged you up to his room so he could hide from his parents

Your boyfriend Scaramouche who wrapped you in blankets on his bed and cuddled you while you both watched a movie

Your boyfriend Scaramouche <3

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-AGNOSTHESIA Featuring Scaramouche

Part 2 Part 3

Meaning: The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behaviour, as if you were some other person

Word Count: 3.5k~

Description: A study session with Scaramouche gets spicy

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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“Are you deaf or just stupid? I’ve been explaining this to you for over an hour. How do you not understand?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! This class is just really hard, and I haven’t really been able to understand anything from the last few lectures. It's all just gotten so complicated.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be your major? Why did you pick something challenging if you’re too stupid to understand any of it?”

“I’m not too stupid! It’s just a challenging class!”

“Why did you beg me to tutor you if you were just going to waste my time?”

You didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t wrong, nearly every study session the two of you have had ended with an incredibly frustrated Scaramouche and an equally confused you. It’s not that you weren’t trying. You paid attention the best that you could in lectures, and you did all the readings. You even used up most of your free time studying! But regardless, you were still hopeless.

Of course, having Scaramouche as a tutor was supposed to make things easier; he was at the top of the class, after all. However, it almost made things more difficult, given the fact that during your study sessions you were constantly getting distracted by how pretty the man was and how close the two of you were to your bed. You probably enjoyed the insults he threw at you due to your lack of understanding just a bit too much too. But no way would you ever admit to that.

~♡~

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. It was 1:45pm. Your class started at 1:00pm. This was not good. You burst through the doors, immediately drawing everyone's attention and making your professor stop mid sentence. You were mortified. On this particular occasion, you had spent all night studying before dragging yourself to your school's library to continue studying. You had planned to spend your morning studying before your lecture at 1:00pm. You had not planned to fall asleep until 1:25pm and have to run to a whole other building to get to your lecture. You had been spending all your time trying to keep up with your peers in your astrobiology course, but it appears that plan had backfired, as you had already missed half of your class and would need to beg someone for their notes, perhaps an explanation as well. You looked around for a seat, quickly realizing that the only easily accessible spot was near the back next to Scaramouche. Fuck. Scaramouche was the best student in the class, but he was also notoriously unapproachable and impossible to work with. You had been stuck doing a group project with him before, and he had been a controlling nightmare. Ever since then though, he had occasionally spoken to you if you came close enough to insult. You took a deep breath, swallowed your fear, and started up the stairs. The class had continued on in the moments since your interruption, so you didn’t expect Scaramouche to be staring directly at you when you glanced at him on your way to your spot beside him. You looked away and got to your seat as quickly as you could.

“Well, if it isn’t the smartest girl in class.”

You fought the urge to insult him back, but you knew that if you wanted to get any help from him, you couldn’t risk giving him a reason not to help you. You gave him the nicest smile you could muster; he rolled his eyes at your attempt to be nice. You sat down next to him and set up your computer to take notes for the rest of class. After another half hour had passed and you were hopelessly confused, you turned to Scaramouche to ask him for some help.

“Hey, uh, I’m pretty lost; do you think you could give me the notes you took for the first half of the class?”

“Do you really think that’ll help you? It’s not like you even understand the lectures you don’t miss.”

“I understand them!”

“Yeah, sure.”

He turned his attention back to the professor. That’s when you had an idea that might actually work.

“Hey, do you have any spare time that you could maybe use to help me with the work from this class?"

“Do you really think that I would willingly spend my free time tutoring you? Why on earth would I do that?”

You took a deep breath, silently praying that this would work.

“If you agree to tutor me, I’ll give you Kazuha’s number.”

“You’ll what?”

Yes! He was interested.

“I’ll give you Kazuha’s number, and I’ll put in a good word for you with him.”

“Kazuha? As in Kaedehara? Are you serious?”

He was just staring at you, looking very serious. Clearly, this was important to him.

“Yes, I promise.”

Scaramouche chuckled to himself a little before sighing.

“Okay. Text me where your dorm is. I’ll tutor you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays.”

“I uh…don’t have your number.”

“You don’t? I have yours.”

“Yeah that’s because I gave it to you. Just text me and I’ll send you my building and room number, okay?”

“Fine.”

You sighed. Why did he have to be gay?

A few moments later, you got a text that said, “Hey loser”. You sent him your dorm information and a list of what times on those days you were free. And just like that, you had a tutor.

When you eventually talked to Kazuha about Scaramouche and how you had given him his number, Kazuha seemed confused, but after an oddly long stare behind you and a glance at his phone, he seemed to understand what you were trying to tell him.

~♡~

“Are you really this stupid? Or do you just like it when I insult you?”

“I’m not stupid! And don’t pretend like you aren’t getting anything out of this!”

“Right, I get to have you meddling in my love life. How could I forget?”

“You agreed to this! I didn’t make you do anything!”

“No, you just gave me an opportunity to spend time with the person I have feelings for, but only if I spend all my free time trying to teach an idiot her major.”

“I’m not an idiot! Stop saying that!”

“You can’t expect me to sit here and watch you screw things up I didn’t think anyone could possibly screw up and not insult you. You’re practically begging for it.”

You huffed a frustrated sigh and went back to your work while your tutor sat there on his phone. How was all of this so easy for him when you could barely understand any of it? You were working so hard but had nothing to show for it except for low grades and a tutor who is the furthest thing from being into you, who also somehow kept getting you all worked up and needy. Part of you wanted to just tell him to stop coming over so you could get through a study session without getting sexually frustrated. However, you also didn’t want to stop spending time with him…because, uh, because Scaramouche was helping you improve! Not for any other reason. Oh nevermind, who were you trying to fool? You definitely had feelings for him, even though you knew they would never be reciprocated. It wasn’t long before you reached another question that stumped you.

“I’m confused.”

“What else is new?”

“Shut up. Can you help me?”

He stared at you and raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for something. You sighed.

“Please?”

“What’s the question?”

“What is a carbonaceous chondrite?”

“Have you been paying any attention in class? At all?”

“I-”

Scaramouche cut you off.

“Even if you aren’t paying attention in class, you have my notes, and you’ve been asking me endless questions. Wait, I forgot. You’re just an idiot.”

“I’m not an-!”

Once again, he cut you off.

“No, you are. At this point, I’m not even trying to insult you. It’s just a fact.”

“Why?! What did I do that was so dumb?!”

“Do you really want to know?”

“...Yes?”

“Do you remember how you convinced me to be your tutor? Of course you do. You gave me Kazuha’s number. Do you want to know why he was so confused when you told him that? Because I’ve known him since I was a kid; we’re best friends. He only went along with it because I had followed you and was a ways behind you trying to get him to check his messages because I had to send him a text explaining that the girl I have feelings for thinks I’m gay and in love with him, and since he knows how dumb you are, he went along with it for my sake. I honestly thought that you would have figured it out by how nice I’ve been to you ever since we did that project together.”

You couldn’t believe it. Scaramouche has a crush on you, maybe even for as long as you’d had a crush on him. And oh my god you were stupid; he was best friends with Kazuha? How had you missed that?! Oh god, that means Kazuha knew you were stupid too…how did you even make such a big mistake?

“You…like me…? And you’re best friends with Kazuha…? What do you mean you’ve been nice to me ever since our project? You insult me all the time! Even before you started tutoring me, you were mean to me!”

“I talked to you. As far as I’m concerned, that’s nice enough. Anyway, I guess I should be going now huh?”

“Wait uh, you don’t have to go.”

“Oh? Maybe you do like it when I insult you, hm?”

“That isn’t important. I just need you to stay because you promised to tutor me, and I still need help.”

That gave Scaramouche an idea.

“Huh, maybe you just need better motivation to learn…”

He smirked at you before standing up from his spot on your bed and closing the little distance there was from where he had been sitting and where you were seated at your desk. He turned your spinny chair to face him and leaned down so his face was in front of yours and flicked your forehead.

“Hey, dummy, want me to fuck you?”

He laughed quietly at your slack jawed reaction. He stood back to his full height and sat back down on your bed. He gestured for you to come sit on his lap. You stared at him blankly, confident that you had misinterpreted his action.

“Come on now. You’re not really this stupid, are you?”

That was enough confirmation for you. You stood up from your chair and were about to sit down on his lap when he stopped you.

“Take off your clothes.”

He didn’t exactly leave any room for argument, so, as embarrassed as you were, you started taking off your clothes while Scaramouche watched you. You got down to your underwear and stopped, unsure if he wanted you to continue.

“Go on.”

Okay then. You took off your bra and your underwear, now feeling awkward with your tutor sitting in front of you fully clothed. He motioned you forward again and you sat down on his lap. He moved a hand between your legs and ran a finger down your slit before laughing.

“You’re so wet already, I guess you liked those insults more than you let on.”

His comment somehow turned your face redder than it already was. You would have made some kind of argument, however, you suddenly became preoccupied with the feeling of him pushing two of his fingers inside of you and fucking you with them. You couldn’t help but let out a few moans at the feeling. He snickered at the sounds you were making, even going so far as to mock the sound of your moans.

“‘Mmf ah oh fuck mmm haah,’ you sound so pathetic.”

You tried to quiet the sounds you were making, but that only made him more upset.

“Don’t stop. I like hearing you whining like a bitch in heat.”

He pulled his fingers out of you then pushed them past your lips and into your mouth. While you cleaned off his fingers like a good little slut, he used his other hand to undo his pants and pull out his cock. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and lined you up over his cock before bringing you down onto it. You heard him suck in a breath and let out a chuckle.

“Hah, shit, you feel good.”

You could only let out a whine in response. He bottomed out inside of you. After you took a few moments to adjust, you tried to lift yourself up, but found you couldn’t move an inch with the tight grip your tutor had on your hips.

“Wha…?”

“You said that you needed me to stay to tutor you, so, I’m here to tutor you.”

Was he seriously going to try to tutor you while he had you sitting on his cock? No, this couldn’t actually be happening.

“But…but I can’t…”

“You will. I’m just giving you some extra motivation.”

He smirked at you once again.

“What role do supernovae play in the origin, evolution, and development of life?”

You couldn’t think. You were far too preoccupied with the feeling of his cock deep inside of you.

“I don’t… I don’t know, I can’t…”

“Come on, you answered this correctly last week.”

Had you? Part of you thought he was lying to you just to make you feel stupider.

“I don’t know it…”

Your response came out as a whine.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!”

One of his hands moved away from your waist. For a moment you wondered what he was doing, but then you felt a hard slap come down on your ass.

“Ahh! What…? Why did you?”

“You need some consequence for your stupidity.”

You tried to clear your head for the next question.

“Why is it more likely that we will find prokaryotes rather than eukaryotes when we finally explore Europa, Enceladus, or Mars?”

“I don’t know Scara-”

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. Did he slap you?

“I don’t want my name in the mouth of a worthless slut like you.”

He paused for a second.

“Did you just get tighter? You really are slut.”

You blushed and looked away from him. You didn’t want to admit it, but you really were enjoying yourself. However, the fact that your tutor still wasn’t fucking you was driving you insane. You prayed that soon enough he would get bored tormenting you and finally fuck you.

“Instead of calling me by my name, why don’t you just call me master, hmm?”

“Okay…”

“Okay what?”

“Okay master…”

“Aw, so the slut can be good! Well, since you’re so stupid, I’ll give you an easy question next. What substances are emitted from cryovolcanoes?”

Oh thank god, you actually knew this one.

“Water, ice, ammonia, nitrogen, and methane…right?”

He just watched you for a moment with a little smile while doubt started to build in your mind.

“That’s correct. But it really was such an easy question, maybe I should continue teaching you…”

“Please Sca- master…”

“Oh? What are you asking for?”

“I want you to fuck me…please…”

He watched you for a few moments, contemplating his decision.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg, and I’ll fuck you. I won’t ask again.”

There was no way you were going to beg Scaramouche to fuck you. That would be humiliating. But if it would get him to fuck you…no. You weren’t that desperate for him, were you? However, all of your reasoning flew out the window when Scaramouche lifted you up his cock and dropped you back down.

“Fuck please master, fuck me, I need it so bad, need to feel you wreck me, want you to use me however you want, please!”

“However I want, hmm?”

Before you could reply, he had lifted you off of his cock and moved you so you were on your hands and knees. He got up from his spot and knelt behind you.

“But master I wanna- mmf!”

Your tutor pushed your head into the pillows.

“Stupid little sluts don’t get to touch me or watch me fuck them.”

With that, he pushed his cock back into you. God, why did he feel so big? He’s short, so why does it feel like he’s in your fucking throat from this angle?

“And arch your fucking back, whore.”

You did as he asked, and all you got in response was him letting out a little laugh. He started fucking you slow but deep, and you couldn’t help the moans that were escaping your lips, but thankfully, they were muffled by the pillows, so he could barely hear them. Fuck, this felt so good. The fact that he tortured you before getting here didn’t even matter anymore, as long as he could make you feel like this.

Before too long, you could feel an orgasm approaching, and though you tried to let him know, the pillows obstructing your mouth caused your warning to come out as, “mhmhfm hm hmhm hmm!” and your tutor continued to ignore you. Eventually however, you felt yourself start to tip over the edge. You really did try to tell Scaramouche, but he just wouldn’t listen. He was far too wrapped up in the feeling of fucking you. When you finally tipped over the edge, Scaramouche stopped moving entirely, effectively giving you a very shitty orgasm. He grabbed your hair and hauled you up to him so he could talk to you without pillows getting in the way.

“Did you just fucking cum without asking, princess?”

His voice was sickeningly sweet, and you were terrified of what would come next. He twisted the hair he had grabbed making you cry out.

“Hmmm how should I punish you? Dumb sluts like getting spanked, don’t they?”

You shook your head the best you could with how he had your hair.

“Aw, of course they do.”

He pushed your face back into the pillows and let go of your hair. There was a moment of silence as you waited for what would come next. You felt a sharp pain as his hand came down on your ass. Was he this strong before? You were confident that there would be a red handprint on your ass now. He landed another smack, causing you to emit a little yelp. He continued your punishment until you were shaking and crying. Finally, he decided he was done and wrapped a hand around your throat before once again hauling you upright. He moved his lips next to your ear.

“Don’t try to act like you didn’t like that. I could feel how tight you were.”

You blushed, but before you could respond to him, he started fucking you again, this time hard and fast. Fuck, how did he feel even deeper in you now? He reached a hand around to play with your clit. Fuck, were you going to cum a second time?

“Can I cum? Please, need to so bad.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Instead of stopping like you had expected, he kept fucking you, and within a few seconds, he had you seeing stars. He kept going this time, fucking you through your orgasm. However, he didn’t stop when you were done. He kept going, looking to reach his own end.

“Do you want master to fill you up with his cum? Hmm? Is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes please, please!”

Scaramouche leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“No.”

“What?”

Suddenly, he let go of you before pushing you back down and flipping you over before finishing on your stomach. Fuck, you were glad you got to see that at least.

“Worthless little whores don’t deserve to be filled with my cum.”

After he said that, some switch seemed to flip in his brain, and he got up to go search for a cloth to clean you up with. He returned and sat next to you on the bed, wiping the cum off of your stomach.

“Are you okay…?”

You were amazed. He looked like a concerned puppy. Was this really the same guy that was telling you how worthless you were a second ago?

“Uh, yeah, I’m alright.”

You stared back at him. But after your confirmation, he seemed to go back to his usual self.

“So uh, does this mean anything…?”

“What?”

“I understand if it doesn’t. It’s okay, I get it. I was just-”

He flicked your forehead.

“Did u miss the part where I told you I have feelings for you? Why would this mean nothing? God, you really are stupid.”

Yep, definitely back to his usual self.

“Wait, so does that mean you wanna like, date?”

He let out a big sigh.

“I suppose I’m willing to have an idiot for a girlfriend.”

“Fine, then I’m willing to have an asshole for a boyfriend!”

He rolled his eyes at you and let out a little laugh before laying down in bed next to you. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you had your head resting on Scaramouche’s chest, and before too long, you had fallen asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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-AGNOSTHESIA PART 2 Featuring Scaramouche & Kazuha

Part 1 Part 2

Meaning: The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behaviour, as if you were some other person

Word Count: 2k~

Description: A study session at Scaramouche’s dorm end with you getting fucked my him and his roommate(Kazuha)

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You were shivering slightly as you knocked on the door. It was pouring outside, and you had gotten absolutely soaked when you had run over to your boyfriend's dorm building for your study session. You would have grabbed an umbrella or something, but you thought you would be fine with just a hoodie.

Scaramouche opened the door and somehow already looked upset.

“Do you not own an umbrella?”

“I didn’t think I would need it…”

“You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”

“Shut up and let her in, Scaramouche.”

Kazuha was sitting on the couch reading and apparently didn’t feel like dealing with Scaramouche’s idiocy. Scaramouche rolled his eyes and moved aside so you could come in, and Kazuha returned to his book. You set down your bag by one of the couches, and another shiver ran through you. Your boyfriend sighed.

“You’re going to get sick. Go get in the shower. I’ll put some clothes in the bathroom for you.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond. He just went to his room to look for something dry for you to wear. You sighed. You didn’t really have a choice, and he was probably right anyway, so you made your way to the bathroom without any protest.

Scaramouche was definitely right. The warm water was making you feel a lot better. As the water flowed down your body, you looked around the shower. You had showered at their dorm before, but every time, the duality of the products in there cracked you up. There was Scaramouche’s two-in-one shampoo and conditioner along with his two-in-one face and body wash. Then there was Kazuha's array of colour protecting hair products, hair masks, exfoliating scrubs, and an almost empty bottle of red hair dye that had no business being in the shower.

When you were done warming up, you got out of the shower and dried off your hair the best you could before putting on the pair of sweatpants and the t-shirt that was miraculously too big for you. Then you hung up all of your clothes, as well as your bra, on the shower curtain rod to dry before heading back to the living room.

Kazuha was sitting in the same spot as before, reading his book, but now there was a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. Across from him, Scaramouche had a cup placed in front of where he was seated as well. You noticed that there was one next to him that was probably meant for you.

You grabbed your bag, sat next to your boyfriend, and started pulling out your textbooks and your notebook, placing them in a pile on the coffee table. Scaramouche raised his eyebrows disapprovingly at your actions.

“Are you sure you’re ready to start studying?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You were a little confused. You had warmed up in the shower and were wearing dry clothes. What more could he want you to do?

“I think he’s just worried that you haven’t warmed up enough yet.”

Kazuha made his comment without looking up from his book.

“Baby, I’m dry now. I'm all good. Don't worry.”

There was a smug little smile on Scaramouche’s lips that gave you a bad feeling.

“But are you warmed up?”

“Y'know,” Kazuha was still staring at his book. “You really have to make sure that you’ve completely warmed up.”

You rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“Okay, give me a blanket or something.”

Scaramouche’s smile grew. He picked up your bag and moved it onto the floor next to the couch.

“Why don’t you get on my lap?”

You turned bright red. What was he thinking? Kazuha was right there! You could see him gently smiling behind his book, which just made it all the more mortifying.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Kazuha wouldn’t mind, right?”

Kazuha finally set down his book and looked you in the eye.

“Not at all.”

“But, we can’t, that’s-”

Scaramouche kissed you, effectively cutting you off.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he pulled away before speaking.

“Just relax and let us warm you up. Okay, dummy?”

You blushed, looking down at your hands. You nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Okay…”

“Come on, say it like you normally would. Tell Kazuha what you call me.”

Your blush intensified and you couldn’t get yourself to look at either of them. You sat there, quietly trying to get yourself to speak, but you just couldn’t.

Scaramouche got bored of your silence and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Speak.”

“Sorry, master…”

Scaramouche’s face morphed back into a pleased expression, and he released your face.

“Good girl.”

Kazuha was watching the two of you, eyes sparkling with fascination.

“Wow, she really is a good little slut. You weren’t lying.”

Kazuha’s kind tone while degrading you drove you insane.

“Come on, are you going to disobey me?”

“No. Sorry, master.”

You started climbing onto his lap, but before you could, he stopped you.

“Actually, stand up. I want you to strip for us.”

“What…?”

“Are you going to disobey me, pet?”

“No, Master. I’m sorry.”

You stood up, facing Scaramouche, and started undoing the bow on the sweatpants you had borrowed. They dropped to your feet, and you pulled your panties down after them. You felt yourself turn even more red, if that was even possible. Next, you pulled your t-shirt over your head, bracing for the fact that there was nothing covering your boobs at the moment. Scaramouche let out an appreciative hum at your obedience. It was embarrassing enough when you were naked in front of just your boyfriend, but being naked in front of him and his best friend while they were fully clothed? It was humiliating.

“Come here. Now.”

You went to straddle his lap, but once again, you were stopped.

“Turn around and face Kazuha. You want him to have a good view, don’t you?”

You looked at the ground, still bright red as you turned around to face Kazuha. You sat back on your boyfriend's lap, and you felt his hands slide up your sides.

“I’m going to fuck you, and he is going to watch the entire time. Then I’m going to let him fuck you.”

You nodded, still not making eye contact with the man sitting across from you. You felt your boyfriend reach between your legs.

“Hah, you’re so fucking wet.”

“I think the desperate whore wants us to fuck her.”

You whined at Kazuha’s sweet tone mixed with his degrading words.

A moan escaped your lips when you felt your boyfriend start to draw circles on your clit. Scaramouche moved his fingers back so they were lined up with your hole and pushed them inside. Again, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. When he added a third finger, your moans became more desperate, needing something more than his fingers inside of you so badly.

“Huh, she really does sound pathetic.”

“I’m not- ah!”

You were cut off by your boyfriend using his other hand to play with your clit, all while fucking you.

“‘Ah, mmm hah, I can’t- mmm, feels so good!’”

Scaramouche mocked your moans egged on by kazuha’s comment.

“You’re close, but you don’t sound as worthless.”

Your boyfriend threw his head back laughing, clearly enjoying himself.

He stopped playing with you and placed his hands on your hips. He lifted you up until you were just kneeling over him. You heard him fiddling with his pants and knew what was coming next, or at least, you thought you did. However, before you could sit down on your boyfriend’s cock, you felt the whole world shift, and all of a sudden, you were face down, ass up, on the couch.

“Scaramouche. What are you- ahhhh!”

He pulled you up by your hair until your back was against his chest.

“Fleshlights don’t talk.”

With that, he pushed you back down onto the couch. Your face was somehow still pointed towards Kazuha, so you made an attempt to turn it away. Immediately, you felt a smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Fleshlights don’t move either.”

You wanted to apologize, but you were afraid of what would happen if you spoke without permission.

Your boyfriend lined himself up with you and pushed inside in one stroke, making your face scrunch up and causing you to let out a pained whine. He didn’t give you any time to adjust before he started fucking you hard and fast, making your closed eyes shoot open.

The first thing you noticed when your eyes opened back up was Kazuha watching you intently as he languidly stroked his cock. You made eye contact with him, and he smiled gently at you. He continued to stare you down as Scaramouche started drawing fast circles on your clit, and your moans got even louder.

“Fuck, you’re really getting off to me fucking you in front of my best friend? You’re such a whore.”

He hauled you up again, this time with his hand around your throat. He tightened his grip and whispered in your ear.

“I bet you’re excited to get fucked by him. You want me to watch as you fuck my best friend like the little whore you are?”

His words mixed with the rush of him choking you pushed you over the edge. Your whole body tensed up, and you had to bite your lip hard to stop the little scream that was trying to make its way out of your throat.

“Oh fuck.”

Your boyfriend moaned at the feeling of you cumming around him. You felt the rhythm of his thrusts become disconnected before he came in you. You felt his cum warm your insides, and you let out a happy little sigh.

“Does she really feel that good?”

Scaramouche shrugged.

“Hah, I guess.”

You could already feel Scaramouche’s cum dripping down your thighs as Kazuha stood up and walked over to you. He knelt on the couch in front of you.

“Wait what are you…?”

You were confused. He wasn’t actually going to fuck you, was he? But Scaramouche was already inside of you…

Your question was quickly answered when he rested his hand on your waist and started pushing his cock inside of you. You let out a whine at being stretched so much. It hurt, and you were still so sensitive.

“Fuck, she does feel good.”

They started fucking you, and you felt like you were going to cum just from the situation alone. The fact that your boyfriend and his best friend were both balls deep inside of you was driving you wild. Not to mention how unbelievably full you felt. You didn’t care about the pain because the pleasure was worth it.

After only a few moments, you were cumming again.

“Fuck, you really are so fucking pathetic. You like taking two cocks at once, huh?”

“Come on, be nice. She’s a slut. She can’t help it.”

You were whining at the overstimulation but still made sure not to talk.

They continued fucking you until they were both getting close to their ends. However, before they were done, they both pulled out and stood up.

“Get on your knees.”

You were confused but did as you were told.

“Fuck, she’s so obedient.”

“She knows her place. She’s my toy, afterall.”

The two men stood in front of you, and after a few moments, they both came on your face. You had your mouth open and eyes closed, just like Scaramouche had taught you. You were such a good toy.

Finally, it was over. You were exhausted and now covered in cum, and the boys were done. Well, Scaramouche was, but Kazuha didn’t feel like pushing either of you for more. Your boyfriend scooped you up and carried you to his room, placing you in the bed. He disappeared, returning shortly after with a warm cloth to help clean you up. He covered you with blankets and laid next to you while Kazuha went back to his book.

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Not a whole Fic but blurb question

How would Scara eat you out? Would he tease you? Praise you after ur long day or make you sit on his face? I need to know.. for research purposes

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You had had such a long day at work, even having to stay later than you were supposed to. From the moment you had gotten home, you had been taken care of by your boyfriend. His usual snide remarks were replaced by questions about your day and reassurance that you had done your best as he tried(and failed) to cook you dinner. Eventually, he just ended up ordering your favourite food.

After you had finished your food, as well as the tea Scaramouche had made you, you had been told to take off your clothes and go to your bedroom so he could help you relax further.

You settled onto the edge of the bed as your boyfriend settled between your thighs. Without saying a word, Scaramouche rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, gently rubbing them with his thumbs as he leaned in to run his tongue up your slit. He drew circles on your clit with his tongue, and you moaned in response.

Scaramouche wasted no time. He licked and sucked at your clit, letting his tongue explore your perfect pussy. He traced his name between your legs and made his way down to your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside of you and brought you closer and closer to your end.

Finally, he brought his attention back to your clit and removed a hand from your thigh in order to push his fingers inside of you. He coaxed your orgasm out of you as you laid back and moaned.

“That’s it. Cum for me like a good girl.”

He carried you through your release until you were trying to wiggle away from the stimulation. He removed himself from between your legs, wiping his face off with his t-shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He left to get a warm cloth to clean you up a bit, letting you come down from everything slowly. He set the cloth down and covered you both in a blanket. You happily traced his abs as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Your boyfriend watched you with hearts in his eyes as he tried not to let slip how much it tickled.

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-AGNOSTHESIA PART 3 Featuring Scaramouche’s

Part 1 Part2

Meaning: The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behaviour, as if you were some other person

Word Count: 2.6k~

Description: After you almost fail your midterm Scaramouche decides to punish you

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You were in the library, sitting across the table from your boyfriend. You could feel his eyes on you while you read through the notes he had helped you make. The two of you had a midterm in half an hour, and you were hoping to at least get a seventy five…however out of reach that may be.

“You know, if you don’t know the material by now, you aren’t going to magically learn it in the next thirty minutes.”

You let out a sigh and met your boyfriend's gaze.

“Are you going to let me stop studying then?”

“Do you really think you can afford to stop? You do know how stupid you are, right?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and returned your focus to your notes.

As you studied, Scaramouche lazily scrolled through his phone, texting and watching videos. It frustrated you to no end to know that, despite his lack of effort, he would no doubt earn the highest mark in the class. Meanwhile, you* were working as hard as you possibly could while still running the risk of failing, with Scaramouche’s ominous threat of ‘punishment’ hanging over your head.

You barely noticed when Scaramouche started gathering his things to head to class, having to have him snap his fingers in front of your face to break your focus. Finally, you gathered your notes, and the two of you made your way to class.

~ ♡ ~

Although you swore you had only spent twenty minutes writing the test, you supposed the full hour and a half must have passed since everyone who was still writing was instructed to hand in their tests. You had managed to finish just in time, but you weren’t feeling very good about how you had done.

You made your way out of the classroom to where your boyfriend had been waiting for you, laying across a few chairs he had somehow come into possession of. As you got closer to him, he looked up from his phone and stood up. He was happy to see you but also rather concerned about how upset you looked.

“How did it go?”

He spoke with uncharacteristic softness and concern.

“I don’t think it went very well…”

You felt rather hopeless about the whole situation and had already resigned yourself to failure.

“Come on, with how hard you’ve worked? I’m sure that you did just fine.”

You didn’t respond, choosing to instead stare dejectedly at the floor. Scaramouche offered a soft smile.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We can go get food and watch a movie.”

You stayed silent for a moment, thinking over the proposal.

“That actually sounds really nice.”

“Come on then.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to his car.

~ ♡ ~

It had been exactly nineteen days since you had taken your midterm, and you had finally been emailed the results. You sat at your computer staring at the unopened email. You knew that you had probably failed, but you didn’t want to know that you had actually failed. You took a deep breath, did your best to relax your body, and opened the email. You scanned through the words and eventually found your results. You had passed. You swore you had never felt so relieved in your life. Granted, you had only gotten a 58, but that was more than enough for you. You wiped away a few tears of relief and flopped back in your chair. You took out your phone and called your boyfriend.

“Hello-”

“I passed.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

“Well that’s no surprise. You have me as your tutor, afterall.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face. Although he was clearly trying to hide it, pride was evident in his voice.

“Thank you, baby.”

You heard Scaramouche let out a little puff of air from his nose.

“Wanna come over so we can celebrate?”

“I guess I can.”

“Did you pass?”

“Is that even a question?”

“Well congratulations, you are the reason everyone hates being marked on a curve.”

You actually heard your boyfriend laugh at that.

“It’s not my fault you’re all inept.”

“Are you coming or not?”

There was a brief silence.

“I’ll bring food.”

“See you at 5:00?”

“Alright, love you.”

And with that, he hung up. You sighed and sent an “I love you too” text.

You spent the rest of your day doing some chores and some reading, and eventually, Scaramouche was knocking on your door. He brought an obscene amount of sushi, and somehow, the two of you managed to eat all of it.

It was a nice evening. Scaramouche was in a surprisingly good mood(he wouldn’t admit it, but he was quite pleased that you had managed to pass your midterm), and there wasn’t anything left to stress about.

The two of you sat on your couch, scrolling through streaming services. You were nestled under your boyfriend’s arm as he navigated to netflix and started scrolling through movies.

“So what movie do you want to watch?”

“Pride and-”

“No.”

“But you said I could pick!”

“Only if you pick a good movie.”

“You haven’t even seen it!”

“Too bad. I’m picking now.”

You sighed but didn’t really protest. You usually ended up liking whatever movies he chose anyway. This time, however, you had gotten somewhat bored about halfway through “Inception” and decided to grab your phone to scroll through whatever app seemed interesting.

“You know, if you’re bored, we can do something else.”

The prospect of doing something different admittedly interested you, so you decided to go along with it.

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

A small smile made its way onto Scaramouche’s face as he stood up, turning off the tv and reaching out his hand to you. You took it and followed him to your bedroom. You certainly weren’t going to complain if he wanted to reward you for passing. As you stood at the end of your bed, he stood away from you, leaning against the now closed door.

“Take off your clothes.”

You blushed, slightly embarrassed by how blunt he was but did as you were told anyway. You began to pull your shirt over your head when he stopped you.

“No. Slowly.”

You looked away from him, even more embarrassed now, and started slowly sliding your hands up your sides, bunching up your shirt as you brought it farther up your body. You pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the ground beside you. Next, you undid the button on your pants and slid the zipper down, but before you could begin to slide them down your legs, you were stopped once again by yet another command.

“Turn around.”

You silently obeyed and turned to face away from him as you slid your pants off, bending at the waist, knowing exactly what your boyfriend wanted from you. When you finally kicked off your pants, you turned back around to face Scaramouche. He had a little smirk resting on his face, and you could now see a bulge beginning to make itself known in his pants. Despite the number of times the two of you had fucked, you were still embarrassed to be almost naked in front of him.

“Why are you stopping?”

Your blush darkened as you reached behind you to undo your bra, letting it fall to the ground and then turning around once again to slide off your panties. Scaramouche bit his lip as he watched you. Fuck, you were so good for him. It’s too bad he had to punish you for almost failing your midterm, not that you were aware of that yet.

You turned around once again to face your boyfriend, and he began to move towards your closet, where he kept a few things for situations such as these. You were a little confused as to why he would want to use any of those things when he was rewarding you, but you didn’t question him. You fully trusted Scaramouche and knew he would never hurt you… well, unless you wanted him to. You continued not to question him when he brought out a coil of rope and told you to get on your hands and knees on the bed.

Although, you were still confused. He knows that you like being able to touch him, so why would he be using rope? You finally decided to question his actions when he had finished tying you up, a bad choice on your part. He had just finished the last knot when you piped up.

“Uh, why are you tying me up?”

“Because stupid little whores don’t get to touch me.”

Okay, now you were very confused.

“But I thought-”

“Dumb girls who almost fail their exams don’t get rewarded.”

His words would hurt if you didn’t know how proud of you he was.

“But-”

You felt his hand land hard and heavy on your ass, and your words morphed into a little shout of pain. You tried to wiggle away from him, but with your calves tied to your thighs and your hands tied behind your back, you couldn’t move an inch. You felt his hand land again on the other side of your ass as he reiterated his point.

“Don’t you think brainless sluts should get punished? I’m sure it’ll help get some sense into that empty head of yours.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. You heard him step away, and with you unable to move, you had no idea what was coming next. As his footsteps came closer again, you felt a finger run along your slit.

“You’re so wet already, pathetic.”

Your cheeks were burning. As he began to play with your clit, you started to let out little moans and whines. Fuck, he was good at that. You could hear how wet you were, his fingers starting to push in and out of you rhythmically. If he kept going, you were going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt so good. It felt like he was turning off your brain. All you wanted was for him to make you cum, and maybe for his cock to be inside of you. That would be nice too.

“Fuck, master, I’m going to cum!”

As soon as those words left your mouth, his fingers had been removed from you.

“No! Please! I need it! Please, let me cum!”

You were so close. You needed it so bad. Scaramouche knew that, and frankly, he couldn’t care less. Stupid girls don’t get to cum.

He teased you like this for at least half an hour, although it felt like an eternity. He kept bringing you to the edge just to steal away your end with a derisive laugh.

“Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound?”

You let out a particularly pathetic whine.

“‘Oh, master, please let me cum! I’ll be a good girl, please!’. You’d be worthless if you didn’t feel so good on my cock.”

Warm tears slid down your face, but you could feel yourself get wetter at his words. Scaramouche walked around the bed so he could take your face in his hands.

“Fuck, you look pretty when you cry.”

More tears ran down your face, despite the warmth you felt from his words.

“I should just keep you tied up so you can cry for me and be a good little fleshlight. That sounds nice, right, slut?”

You nodded, not quite sure how to respond. He laughed and walked back behind you. You tried to wiggle away, but you were still helplessly at his mercy.

You heard the clicking sounds of him taking off his belt, and you felt adrenaline shoot through your body. Finally, you were going to feel his cock inside of you.

However, your hopes were quickly dashed when you felt the harsh sting of a belt hit your ass. You screamed. Scaramouche laughed.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?”

You cried louder now, the sound only serving to make your boyfriend more turned on. Once again, you felt his belt come into harsh contact with your ass.

“Count.”

You let out a little shout of pain as another hit came.

“One!”

Your counting was followed by a whimper of pain and a light laugh from Scaramouche. Then the belt came down again.

“Two!”

You whimpered in pain, and your fists clenched behind your back, your nails digging into your palms. You didn’t know how long this would continue for, but you were ready to take whatever he chose to give you, as you always did.

Three more hits came from his belt, each one followed by a shot of pain and a number.

“Five!”

You readied yourself for another hit, but it never came. You jumped when you felt him gently rest his hand between your shoulders, slowly tracing his way down to your waist. Suddenly, he removed his hand, and you could hear him stepping away. He came to sit on the bed in front of you. He rested a hand on your cheek once again and leaned into you.

“Do you want to cum? Hmm?”

He smiled at you mockingly. You nodded emphatically.

“Please! I need to cum, master! Need it so bad!”

He couldn’t help but snicker at how pathetic you sounded.

“Well, if you want it so bad, then okay. I’ll make you cum, sweetheart.”

Fuck. If he’s saying yes, there has to be a catch… unless… was he done punishing you? You quickly got your answer when your boyfriend stood and walked back to where you couldn’t see him.

You heard him fiddling with something, and after a few moments, you felt something cold and plastic run up your slit a few times, collecting your wetness before finally pushing inside of you.

You knew what was coming, but you couldn’t stop the whine that you let out when the dildo started vibrating intensely. You started whining and moaning, not being prepared for the pleasure. Scaramouche walked in front of you once again, this time with a ballgag in hand. He pushed it inside of your mouth and tied it behind your head.

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”

And with that, you could hear your boyfriend walk out of the room and close the door, his light laughter trailing behind him. You tried to call out to your boyfriend, but everything came out garbled between broken moans. He wouldn’t leave you tied up for too long… right?

~ ♡ ~

You had no idea how long you had been left tied up like this, and you had lost count of how many times you had come. All that you knew was that you were exhausted. Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door clicked open. He was back. Without saying a word, he turned off the vibrations and gently pulled out the toy. He walked around to sit in front of you and untied the gag, removing it from your mouth.

“Did you learn your lesson, princess?”

He smiled as if he were talking to a child. You nodded your head.

“Mhm!”

“Good girl.”

He stroked his thumb on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. He started to untie you, going through all the knots until you were finally free. You stretched your sore limbs as Scaramouche left the room in search of a warm cloth.

Eventually, he reappeared with a warm cloth and an extra blanket. He cleaned you up and wrapped you in the soft blanket before carrying you back to the couch so the two of you could finish the movie.

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- SOLACE Featuring Scaramouche

Meaning: Comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness

Word Count: 1.5k~

Description: Finding a wet, sad Scaramouche on the side of the road and bringing him home

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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The cold rain was slowly soaking through your clothes as you hurried back from the city to your home in the outskirts of konda village. You’d gone into Inazuma city that morning to do some weekly shopping, but unfortunately for you and your groceries, a thunderstorm had started while you were shopping, and while you could hide under the overhangs of buildings when you were in the city, that wasn’t the case while walking home through the open countryside.

You were trying your best to keep your packages from getting completely ruined by trying to walk under trees, but this proved to only make things worse. The rain poured down through the leaves far more intensely than you had expected, making your efforts to protect your groceries practically pointless.

As you walked under the treeline out of konda village and towards your home, you saw what looked to be a man sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree a ways ahead of you. When you finally got close enough to the man to determine that he was indeed a man, a man who was completely drenched. You also couldn’t help but notice the faint purple glow of an electro vision by his side, as well as something else glowing and purple in his pocket…could he somehow have two visions? What else would glow like that and…oh shit. You could feel him glaring at you before you’d even looked up to confirm.

“What do you think you’re looking at?”

“Sorry I didn't mean to stare…”

“Whatever, just leave. Now.”

“Are you um, okay?”

You weren’t sure if it was just the rain running down his face or if he was crying, but either way he seemed like he needed help, and maybe some tea.

“I said leave me alone didn’t I? Are you deaf?”

“Sorry you just, you seem like you need some help.”

“Hah you think that I would need help from you?”

“Well yeah don’t be stupid, if you stay out here for too long you’ll catch a cold. I don’t live too far away. Just come home with me, and you can dry off, and I’ll make you some tea.”

You weren’t quite sure why he looked so stunned, you hadn’t been too rude had you? Regardless, you decided to just ignore it and start walking home. After a few seconds of walking, you noticed that the man wasn’t following you, and you turned around to find him still staring up at you dumbly and, oh no, yep, he was definitely crying now.

“Oh I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“You really think you could make me cry? How special do you think you are?”

“Uhm sorry I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“You sure do apologize a lot don’t you. What, are you scared of me?”

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to upset you when you’re already upset.”

“I’m not upset. I’m fine. It’s just this stupid thing…”

You watched one of his hands travel to rest over the purple glow in his pocket.

“What is that?” You were afraid he might yell at you for asking, but instead he just smiled bitterly.

“It’s my heart.”

“Your heart…?”

“Archons, you're slow. If you won’t be able to understand the answer, then don’t ask the question. Why are humans so idiotic?”

“Humans? But aren’t you…?” And just like that he was glaring at you again, perfect.

“Okay well nevermind, you should get up. I need to get going before my groceries are ruined, and you need to dry off, so let’s go.”

Once again, he didn’t move from where he was sitting.

“Please? I need to go, and I don’t want to let you get sick.”

He hesitated but finally stood to follow you. Now that he was actually standing, it was a lot easier to tell what he actually looked like. He was a lot shorter than he seemed, but he was somehow still taller than you. He had dark hair, now wet from the rain, cut into some kind of bowl cut/undercut hybrid, and he was dressed somewhat ornately, considering he was sitting in the mud up until a moment ago, and- oh gods was he wearing shorts in this weather?

Regardless, it was time to head home so you set off with the drenched man trailing behind you.

Scaramouche was still trying to wrap his head around everything that had just happened. You had to be insane. No one had ever spoken to him like that before and came away completely unscathed. Who exactly did you think you were that he could possibly need your help?!

Yet here he was, walking along beside you and your groceries on the way to your home.

Maybe it was the promise of warm tea and drying off that got him to follow you…or maybe it was the fact that he found you and your lack of fear oddly comforting. Or maybe it was because he had been feeling disgustingly human ever since he had gotten ahold of the electro archon's gnosis and no longer wished to be alone.

It could also simply be because you were nice and pretty and he trusted that you were stupid enough to not have any sort of malevolent intentions towards him… yeah it was probably that one.

The two of you and your groceries had finally arrived at your home safe and sound. You were now in your kitchen putting said groceries away and boiling water to make tea while the man you had met by the side of the road dried off in another room.

By the time the water had boiled, the man was walking back out and- oh archons why hadn’t you given him a blanket or something to cover up with?!

There was now an almost naked and surprisingly unbothered man standing in your kitchen while nonchalantly asking where he should hang his wet clothes to dry. You were trying wholly unsuccessfully to keep from blushing (or looking at him too long because gods he was pretty) and could only answer his question by pointing to a drying rack in the corner of the room.

“Just over, o-over, over there”

The man raised his eyebrows at you before turning to go hang his wet clothes.

You didn’t have much he could use to cover up, given that you lived alone and any clothes you did own weren’t exactly in his size, so when he had walked back, in a moment of pure brilliance you unceremoniously chucked a blanket at him that hit him square in the chest before falling to the floor.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

“Well cover yourself up obviously!...idiot.”

He rolled his eyes at you before picking it up and wrapping himself in the blanket and sitting down onto one of your couches.

Now thoroughly flustered, you walked back to the kitchen to finish making tea for the both of you.

Why did he have to be so…hard? no, bumpy? Either way, why was a man that was barely taller than you built like that?! It’s not like you liked him or anything… you just thought he was kind of pretty…even if he was kind of mean.

You finished stirring honey into the two cups of tea, picked them up, and walked over to where the strange man was sitting on your couch.

“Uhm, can I ask you who you are?”

“Why would you need to know that?” He smirked as your face fell slightly.

“Because I have no idea who you are, and you’re in my house, so…”

“Hah, it was your choice to bring me here.”

“...”

“Do you really want to know that badly?”

“...Yeah, I do.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes before pausing for a second. Perhaps he could trust you enough to tell you who he is…minus the detail of him being a fatui harbinger of course. Maybe that way he’d be safe if the traveler ever came to talk to you…how dangerous could you really be anyway? Besides, it’d be nice to have someone call him by his name for once…especially in your pretty pretty voice.

“My name is Kunikuzushi. The details of who I am are…unimportant, especially to someone like you.”

“The hell do you mean someone like me?!”

Scaramouche almost immediately started laughing at your outburst, your reactions were just so…entertaining.

“I mean human.”

“AND YOU’RE NOT?!”

“Hah! You’re so naïve it kills me!”

“I’M NOT NAÏVE YOU’RE JUST AN ASSHOLE!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, grabbed his tea, and leaned against the back of the couch while you berated him for his comments. He didn’t remember the last time he had felt so …content, and at this point, he wasn’t planning on leaving until the Tsaritsa herself called him home.

He glanced over at his clothes hanging on the drying rack and the pocket of his shorts that contained the glowing purple gnosis he had worked so hard to retrieve. He had no need for anything like that in this moment, it didn’t matter now. For now, he was content to simply sit there and listen to you shout at him while he sipped his tea.

morbific-or-felicific.

[morbific-or-felicific]

Ahhh Mae(Is it weird if I call you that🧍🏽‍♂️) your Xiao thoughts were so good I can’t wait for the rest of them ;-;

(Also your Scaramouche fig OMG)

Can i maybe ask for your thoughts on Scara in uni? He seems like he’d be doing math or astronomy or something but i’m not sure which ;-;

I feel like you’ll have a better idea than me so Jesus please take the wheel.

-🕊

i’m so glad you liked it dovey!

i tried to mix mathematics and astronomy together best i could so i hope this works :)

(also it’s fine to call me mae don’t worry!)

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who you met in the library when he came over to tell you and your friend to shut the fuck up because you were being too loud

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who you didn’t realize was in one of your classes until he tried to get out of a group project with you

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who looked seconds away from committing murder when you asked him for his number so you could both work on the project

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who refused to give you any way to contact him because “If you think you can do anything to help me, you’re wrong” apparently

Astrobiology major Scaramouche whos number you had to track down by finding a friend of his through a friend of a friend

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who tried to kill Kazuha when he found out he gave you his number

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who explained to you that he wasn’t going to let someone as stupid as you ruin his project and his GPA, but hey at least he texted you back :)

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who refused to let you come over to work on your project with him but finally relented when you proposed that he could come work on it at your place instead because no way was he going to your place…he might get too flustered being in your space like that…

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who left you standing outside his dorm for ten minutes because he didn’t want to let you in

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who quite literally laughs at you whenever you propose anything at all

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who only made eye contact with you in order to glare at you. If he just looked you in the eyes normally he might get distracted after all…

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who finally agreed to let you keep coming over to ‘work’ on the project with him

Astrobiology major Scaramouche who basically just let you sit on his bed with your little laptop while he worked on his pc

Astrobiology major scaramouche who won’t realize that the only reason you would keep coming over to ‘work’ on the project was because he liked having you near him and you liked being around him…even when he was being mean

[morbific-or-felicific]

I SAY DO BOTH BOTH SMUT AND FLUFF IVE BEEN WAITING FOR TUTOR SCARA FOR SO SO LONG I NEED HIM TO HOLD ME AND RAIL ME

I THINK THATS WHAT IM KINDA GOING TO DO DONT WORRY

[morbific-or-felicific]

AGNOSTHESIA MAKES ME SO AHH ITS SO 🛐🛐🛐 ITS THE HOTTEST SERIES IVE EVER READ

as for fluff u say<3 just after a long day of studying maybe our pretty boyfriend can cuddle us<3 or gently fuck us I mean who said that, I did

THANK YOU SO MUCH

also, hmmmmmmmm

i’m really gonna have to write that soon…

[morbific-or-felicific]

Morbid please post something soon I am starving I need food 🙇‍♀️

i’m sorry i swear i have two things waiting i just need my editor to go over them ;-;

i’m also almost done my wriothesley fic but you’re gonna have to wait for editing on that one too

[morbific-or-felicific]

Oh I’ve missed our favorite pretty tutor bully bf Scara <33

HE WAS SO SOFT AT FIRST I WAS SHOCKED I LOVE SEEING HOW HE REALLY IS AND THEN HIS MORE DOMINATE HORNY SIDE

What if he ate us out after a long day? <3 he has to make his good girl feel good and loved softly doesn’t he

he literally loves us so much but he’s so bad with being vulnerable, it’s a problem

i might just have written something about him eating us out after a long day for another ask but i need my editor to finish editing it before i can post it <3

[morbific-or-felicific]

Don’t say I don’t do anything for you silly horny creatures.

PART 3 IS EDITED

It is past my bedtime. I am eepy.

Alas, I had to deliver the ‘mouche.

There are two more in my pile, but they can wait.

I also have to do a road test tomorrow. Pray for me, please T^T

- 🍑

everyone say thank you to my lovely editor! i am mere moments away from posting the fic now

[morbific-or-felicific]

I want to make out with him. Please he’s so soft and pretty and Scara would Mark me so no one gets any funny ideas

Bonus points if we’re virgins (so true!) and he gets feral over the idea of corrupting u <333 he’s the best pretty boyfriend (he’s actually so sweet please take care of him)

ANYWAY ROUGH DON SCARA

i’m so very much going to start writing another chapter after i finish the other thing i’m writing

he’s 100% getting off over corrupting us to the point that we’ll do anything for him <3

jealous scara marking us is just so… yum :)

[morbific-or-felicific]

Morbic I have waited my entire life (months) for this moment I’ve missed u I’ve missed Scara it’s time ITS OUR MOMENT

YES! it’ll probably be posted on the 31st since my editor has other obligations so hopefully you can survive the next two days without him 😔