#the balladeer

[cyclic-abelian]

My newest animation is complete!! i hope you enjoy !!!

[kkuzushi]

Haii! Ive read your sub Heizou fic and omg... I kept thinking about scaramouche while reading it. I've also taken a liking to your page! Your writing is soo goodnendksjdnxw sub scaramouche fic when? 🥰🥰🎀🎀

(I feel like in going to interact with your page alot so can I be 🎸 anon? >_<)

“ 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!scaramouche x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: mirror sex (at the end), implied orgasm denial, implied overstimulation, slight choking, cock can be interpreted as strap

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.02k

✦ 𝗻otes: You’re always welcome to my page, lovely 🎸. This is written especially for you. <3

It became a routine for Scaramouche to send pictures of himself when wearing different outfits. It was just a time to time update, like you had asked, but he had gotten unexpectedly used to it.

For a man who has impeccable fashion taste, you would always shower him with compliments with every picture he sent—because of that, he saw it as a way to get your attention.

As usual, you received a notification from Scaramouche and it was a mirror shot. The picture was enough to make you smile but what took your attention was the message he sent after it.

"It's been a week, when are you coming over?"

Scaramouche had gotten clingy as well after establishing a relationship.. or maybe there's something he's after.

"My schedule's packed for this week, maybe by the end of the month we get to spend time again."

You replied, which he immediately read. It took a while for him to respond as it turns out, he was preparing another picture for you. Only this time, his shirt was lifted up, his teeth biting on the fabric to expose his stomach.

"How about right now?" He sent with the picture.

You could almost read where he's going along with this but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

After a few back and forth bickering, his pictures and messages had only gotten more and more explicit.

"My bed's missing you."

"Wanna show me what 34+35 is equal to?"

"Something wants to be filled and it's not my expectations."

If only he knew how much you actually wanted to rail him right now. If your schedule wasn't so packed, you'd be having your way with him.

Though who said you can't? It didn't take long for you to arrive at his place, a sight you could never get tired of unfolding right before you.

Scaramouche's nails clawed your back, almost holding for dear life as you mindlessly pounded him to oblivion.

"Wait..! Too full~!!" His grip around you tightened as he squealed with every thrust you give him.

"For someone so teasing, you sure can't take a lot," You commented, grabbing his thighs to push back, spreading it out even more.

Scaramouche's eyes narrowed down at you, biting his lips gently before speaking, "I didn't expect that simple words would provoke you."

His statement made you chuckle before closing the distance between the two of you. His legs spread apart as you pushed your cock all the way inside, resting close to his prostate, making him squirm from the sensation.

"It didn't provoke me, Scara," you cooed to his ear, "It only motivated me."

Before he could respond, you bucked your hips, finally hitting his prostate. Scaramouche's eyes widened as he lets out what could only be described as a scream.

"ngAHh~!! ♡ ♡" His back arched from the sudden thrust to his prostate, a hoarse moan was forced out of him, eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

Your back has been marked to the core by his nails, it was painful yet you enjoyed the feeling—after all, it was the result of having your way with him.

Scaramouche's thighs starts to tremble, his head rolling back as moans after moans stream out of his throat.

Just the way his body reacts to his prostate getting abused turned you on, how could you ever get tired of fucking this man?

"Do I fuck you good, Scaramouche?" You grunted, hands on his waist to keep yourself moving on the same pace. The only answer given to you were mewls, poor Scaramouche can't even think properly as he seems to be seeing stars now.

"aH~ aH!~ goofmgnh~ sho goodddh~!! ♡" A few minutes after your question, Scaramouche starts to ramble, his tongue lolling out of his mouth with every word he says.

His cock was leaking precum, spilling all the way to his thighs. If he wasn't so focused on having your permission, he would've finished since then—but only good boys get that, right?

The sound of skin hitting skin was loud as you fucked Scaramouche harshly yet his moans were still louder than anything else. His pretty body was filled with fresh bitemarks and hickeys, even on places that's exposed easily. Not to worry, he won't be complaining anytime soon.

"fuck..! fuck! mnghah..!" He squealed as he watched your cock disappearing with every thrust you give, almost like his hole was sucking it in. His inner walls tightened, receiving a moan from you, "hagh- g-gonna cum!~ ♡"

His words served as a signal as you swiftly changed his position, turning him around to make him face his bedroom mirror. Scaramouche's eyes widened after realising your intentions.

"N-not like thisfhAHH~♡♡!!" Words were cut once his felt your cock fucking him in a rougher pace. You pinned his hands on his back, your free hand crawling up and wrapping around his neck so tenderly.

"Look at yourself as you cum," You whispered to his ear, your eyes staring at his in the mirror. The way you talked to him didn't help, everything was deliberately turning him on, his back arching further as he felt his body grow weak.

He was close, so close to finishing. Scaramouche knew that if he disobeyed this one last command from you, it's back to square one. His eyes never left the mirror, scanning the way his body gets pounded by you. The sight alone was making him scream in pleasure.

"mngha- cummi— i'm cummingghhaHH~!! ♡♡♡" Scaramouche's eyes rolled back, a long moan flowing out his mouth as his cock squirted cum all over the place, even reaching the mirror.

Once the white fluid stops spilling out of him, his volume decreased. What could only be heard now are heavy pants from him, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

"We're not yet done," his eyes widened once more as he hears you speak down to his nape, "You still have to make me cum, remember?"

Exhaustion has never felt this pleasing, Scaramouche knew he was in for a long night, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[phosbogey]

what a kind and reliable group

[the-commonplace-book]

woosh woosh anemo babyyyyy

[amalwitche]

Do you think Niwa freak out hearing kabukimono cuss for the first time? 💀

[kvnis]

imagine . . . meeting online bsf scara . ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

⤷ fem!reader. nsfw utc. ﾉ overstim. praise. creampie.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t know that you caught feelings for him over the internet.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who reluctantly, and with shaky hands, texts you one morning ;; ‘ want 2 meet up ? ’

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who drives over 4 hours ,, all just to see you <3

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who has his hood up in the freezing cold rain, waiting for you to open the door, shifting from foot to foot ‘cause he’s so anxious !

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s gaze softens after seeing your figure at the door—you looked even prettier in person.

“scara!” you spoke with a joyful expression, immediately flinging your arms around him and pulling him in your warm, comforting embrace. “come in, you’ll catch a cold otherwise.” and he prays you don’t see the burning blush on his cheeks.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s awkward for the first hour in ,, before boldly asking to stay the night. ( you agree ! )

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s constantly stealing glances at your lips ,, not failing to notice your creeping blush as he grows closer in proximity.

your cheeks were glowing a bright pink, which was hard to miss, even if you tried to hide it. you clear your throat, saying something to scaramouche which only gets drowned out in the pool of awe in his brain. it’s now or never, he tells himself.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who goes on his instinct, clashing his lips with yours, seeking the taste of you he’s been wanting for so long.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s lips are soft as they mould with yours, perfectly slotting his tongue in between your lips, as if you both were made to be with each other.

the way he cupped your jaw and angled it so he could kiss you was perfect. warmth bloomed in your chest as he pulled away for air, observing your stunned state for a quick moment before immediately pulling you back in. you sent him reeling, enchanting him and hypnotising him to go back in for more. your taste, your scent, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger already and you don’t even realise it yet.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s hand slyly creeps up the hem of your shirt to grasp your waist, pulling you flush to him with no room for escape.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t waste any time in pinning you to the bed ,, his needy hands beginning to tug your clothes off.

“i’ve wanted you for so… so long,” he whispered against your lips, a hushed confession only meant for your ears to hear. his hands go down to your thighs, kneading them as if you were malleable putty in his hands. his breath fans upon your lips, heated pants against your spit-glossed lips. “let me have you, please.”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whispers sweet nothings into your ears as he slowly slides his leaking cock into your cunt.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s so pent up from your teasing glances, he blatantly refuses to stop after you orgasm.

“nuh-uh… that’s too bad. you should’ve thought about that before you gave me those bedroom eyes,” he spoke in a condescending tone, your velvety walls only tightening around him from it. “oh? you liked that, hm?”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who peppers comforting kisses up the side of your neck and trails them to your lips after hearing your overstimulated moans and whines.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whimpers into your sloppy kiss about how much he’s needed you and craved you over the time you’ve been friends.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who praises you and touches you as if you were the most fragile china vase in the world, his caresses proving to stir the warmth in you.

“so pretty,” he murmurs against your lips as you came around him, your slick oozing around his cock and creating a creamy ring at the base. “fuck, f-fuck… so good, all for me, mhm?”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who after spilling inside of you, cleans you up and runs you a bath, confessing his feelings as you two bathe in the warm water.

his hands brush through your soapy hair, massaging your scalp satisfyingly. “i love you.” he blurted out without thinking, his eyes widening once you turn around and look him dead in the eye. his heart drops, but hearing you reciprocate his affection makes his mouth tug up into a grin. until, he grips your head and turns it forward harshly, telling you to shut up so he can finish washing your hair with a smile.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s just so happy you’re finally his, and his alone. <33

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[roccton]

ENDLESS

[miitaart]

Wanderer

[lenateliier]

Wanderer

[amaerise]

I have seen many gorgeous headcanons for Scaramouche post archon quest.

My mind decided to go for a slightly different approach.

[dinodiiya]

i love the hc that he sewed the doll for the boy <3

[charmzero]

Happy birthday Wanderer! …except it’s scaramouche because i started this drawing before his release LOL

[f-ai-n]

Talking lessons

(Pierro is not Kaeya's bio dad HC/Fatui adopt Kaeya AU) There is a reason why Kaeya doesn't speak in front of others for a long time.

Context/lore:

In this AU, Kaeya came to Teyvat with limited knowledge in Teyvat's common language. Most of the words he knows are outdated, and he's more proficient in reading and writing rather than listening and talking.

Pierro push Kaeya to study hard so he can listen and speak fluently. He brings him to meetings so Kaeya can experience real-life verbal conversations and told him to remember or note down words that he doesn't understand to ask Pierro later.

It takes Kaeya a long time to actually starts talking to someone other than Pierro because both of them are perfectionists lmao. It would be easier if Kaeya has someone around his age to talk with (like Diluc in the canon universe), but in this building, only Pierro and the Tsaritsa knows how to speak Khaenri'ahn fluently

[tartaroooo]

One More Night

Hookups were supposedly a one- time thing. A way to have fun without getting attached.

So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?

Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

A/n: A quick edit of a draft I've had in my notes for a while now.

Art credits: ike_0910

Warning: Slight nsfw, cursing

Scaramouche despises hookups.

To be tangled within the sheets with a complete stranger, the idea repulsed him to no end. Honestly, it was rather pathetic. It was nothing more than a desperate act of attention. A despondent call to those terrified of estrangement. But archons forbid, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit curious.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try at least once?

Besides, stress has been eating him up lately. He needed a way to clear his thoughts and forget. To let go and revel in the pleasure of losing himself in his inhibitions.

But there must be something wrong with his hookup. Weren't they supposedly a one- time thing? A way to have fun without getting attached?

So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?

Why does he insist on keeping you on his bed, with a part of him wishing you'd stay there forever?

He hated this so much.

Words can’t express how much he loathes this thing referred to as attachment. He refuses to let his emotions run rampant again and undergo the heartbreak of treachery. He’s been betrayed three times. He’s not letting you be his fourth one.

Yet here he was, in bed with you for the 5th time this week, lips locked in a fiery fit of passion. Your wrists were pinned above your head, it was scary how he didn’t want to let you go. How despite his repugnance towards devotion, his hypocrisy ruled with the thoughts of keeping you in place.

"You taste so fucking good…", he mumbles as his breath brushes against your lips. Your skin was redolent of fresh lemon with the base of woody amber, the bed sheets stained with the scent of your perfume. The air was heavy, choking the last of his self-control. He eyes you, taking shallow breaths underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips as you never fail to provide him with the dopamine of having control. He dives in for another kiss, this time devoid of passion and merely fueled by his hunger. Hunger for you. For the delightful moans that slip out your pretty, little mouth when he pounds relentlessly into you. For the way your body arches when he rakes his fingernails across your smooth skin, all the while his hips snap forward to hit that spot deep within you. A certain area only he knows that would drive you crazy.

He was obsessed with this feeling.

He knows that he should've let you go already, that this is something that shouldn't be happening. But dear archons forgive him because being wrong never felt so right. You were like a poison who seeped into his veins, rewiring his brain to be filled with thoughts regarding you and you alone. You collapsed the building of his very morals, turned everything he stood up for into non-existent debris.

"One more night…" He mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. It would be a comforting gesture, if not for the fact that he sinks his teeth into your skin and gnaws on it like a piece of meat. He’s sure that's going to leave a mark tomorrow yet it doesn’t stop the sinful moan that escapes your throat, an invitation for him to keep going. And he will most definitely keep going. His sense of judgement disintegrated when you hooked your arms around his neck, reciprocating his intense desire that tarnished both your bodies and short circuited your willpower. Nothing else mattered. Just you and his desire to have his way with you until he's satisfied.

A low chuckle escapes from the confines of his throat as he saw how much of a mess you became. A mess that belonged in his museum of you, framed, sculpted or whatever way its preserved. With a smirk that seemed to widen every passing minute, his fingers lightly trace the curve of your spine.

He just couldn't get enough of you.

[kohampster]

its still so fucking funny how wanderer went from a feared fatui harbinger who almost became a god to a college student

[mirukupowda]

[While i'm away, hold this doll and think of it as me so that i can make you safe]