#wanderer x y/n

[tartaroooo]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?

Harbinger!Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

Notes: Hi, I caved. So for those asking for a part 2 on certain stories... I'm not sure how to approach a part 2 for the two of them so I did this instead. Hopefully, it satisfies you AHAHAHAHA. Also, I'm not that well-versed in writing smut but hey, I tried-

Warning: harbinger x secretary lol, cursing, NSFW, marking

Scaramouche hates everyone. That’s a fact.

Yet for some reason, he despises you. 

He detests the flicker of luster within your eyes when your lips voice a low hum, triggering your body to sway along to whatever illusive melody is in that tiny brain of yours. He loathes your gratified, cat-like stretches, a testimony that amplifies his obscene appetite. He finds himself revolted by your ability to catapult his judgment far from the naked eye, and inspire his thoughts to vanish into nonexistence.

He hates this so fucking much.

How can one even bear this much animosity towards someone? Even he didn’t know. All he was aware of was how much it aggravated him when he saw you exhibiting interest in anyone that wasn’t him. For Archon’s sake, you were his secretary. Not Childe’s. Not Dottore’s. Not even Her Majesty’s.

His secretary.

Is that so hard to understand? Even a brain like yours could surely discern something so unambiguous. So why were you still preoccupied with others? Especially with those worms who were beneath his rank? How baffling could this concept be that even you can not be conscious of it?

How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?

For someone like Scaramouche, life was nothing but a cruel joke. Providing him the luminescence of his longing only to be dispelled and scattered within the air he didn’t need. It has happened three times already. He doesn’t need it to resurface and transpire again.

He despises you so much he won't let you be his 4th.

And he despises you so much he’ll make sure to drill this lesson in that thick-headed skull of yours.

Wretched whines and hitched gasps reflect around the room, only to bounce against the walls and into Scara’s ear, appeasing his vulgar notions. He's been at it for… how long now? An hour? Or two? He couldn't remember. But why should he keep track? He was far gone, consumed by his irrational side that led his sensibility astray. Everything around him has withered away as his focal point shifted to your mellow and inviting passage. The tight heat provided solace akin to that of a home. His home. Oh, how he wishes he could stay inside of you forever.

“Remember this, you fucking whore”, he hisses as he adjusts your position for his convenience. He relished the way your nails jab at his skin, scraping against his back as he rams into your sweet spot. It drove him insane. Despite the turmoil of sweat and cum, the movement of his hips does not falter. If anything, he proceeds to fasten his pace. "I'm your boss," he growls as his slender fingers curl around your hips, "Your Harbinger."

His lips twitched upwards as he instilled in his memory the way your face contorted in pleasure. "And you...", he pauses, only to deliver a hard thrust that provokes more moans to spill out your pretty mouth,

"You are nothing more than my secretary"

Scara kept jack hammering into you, forcing your face on the pillow to stifle your piercing cries of ecstasy as he subdued you. He's going to make sure you'll be the good little bitch he wants you to be. His figure looms over you like a shadow, an impending threat as he takes you from behind. "You obey me", he snarls as he inclines his head near your ear. He grapples your chin for him to catch a glimpse of your adorable face. It delights him to see your tear streaked features pressed against the pillow, seeking an end to this twisted play as your body argues and wails for more. At a leisurely pace, he slithers down your neck as his hot breath leaves a succession of feather light kisses on your skin. "You do everything I tell you to do"

With a vigorous bite, he slams with ferocity before burying himself in a great depth inside you. A wanton moan pushes past your lips as he starts to grind. It was euphoric, a dopamine boost that is sure to maneuver him over the edge. "I'm not going to let anyone have you,” he chuckles, “not even the gods"

His hold was secure, ensuring that you can’t slip away. Not like you would anyways. Not when you get a thrill out of this as much as he does. He knows how much you savor every inch of his cock as it throbs and shudders against your tight walls

"Just you wait", he grins against the comfort of your complexion as he unhands your hips, "I'll become a god”

 “Your god"

He withdraws from the intimate space with a smirk. He stationed his hands on top of your thighs, before spreading them apart. An incentive to impale himself further into you and propel you to see Celestia in all its glory.. 

"And you'll be my first follower. You'll devote yourself to me and me only. You'll worship like the fucking god I am"

His thoughts ran back to the failures of the past. Past people who fractured glass words known as promises, who didn’t care enough to sustain him in their grasp, who withdrew from his life and left him to fend for himself. Each one of them took a piece of the puppet, and never had the heart to return it back. And now, in your grasp was a substantial segment of him that he never wanted to give away. Yet, somehow, you had managed to snatch it away.

He hates you for it.

And he hates himself even more for wanting you to keep it.

So he has no choice. He won't let you be one of them. He won't allow himself to lose you too. 

"I'll keep you safe. I'll always look after my most devoted follower"

He's going to become a god, that’s for sure. He’s going to attain the towering heights of power possible and bind you to him for all eternity. He veers down, before puncturing your flesh with his teeth. It leaves a deep impression on your smooth skin. A mark of promise. 

"So don't you dare fucking leave me behind. Understand?"

"I won't allow it”

[sxmmer-cherry]

❝UH-OH, THERE'S A PROBLEM, BABY!❞

♰ OVERTURE — irresponsibility is a vice. but isn't making mistakes a part of human nature? well, let's say something of the similar nature takes place when you're booking hotels for your vacation get-away; a minor mistake ends up in you booking a love-making hotel instead of a regular, kid-friendly one. how do they react?

♰ FEATURING — all sumeru men.

♰ NOTES — guys help i don't know how to write al haitham but i tried😭suggestive, flirty and spicy like i like it <3 ngl though this is just peak rizz all the way lmao🤭

wanderer retains his analytical gaze from before, going through his mini bag with a slightly pissed off look on his features.

his indifference is so baffling that you're left with the tiniest suspicion that in his quest to find his phone's charger, he hasn't even listened to what you had to say at all. and with the lingering thought you poke the side of his arm, carefully examining his features to ensure you could shut up before the visage of anger overtook.

'did you listen, love?', you call out gently, in a soft voice, voice barely above a whisper and he breaks out of his reverie, looking up at you with a distracted gaze.

'oh, yeah, i did.' he goes back to his bag as he sorts the wires out and nods as he speaks with nonchalance, 'you accidentally booked the wrong hotel? and it's quite expensive so we must stay here for the vacations,'

you are quick to nod, 'yeah, that. i'm really sorry, i should have let you book the hotel and reservations. i really just wanted to help—'

he rolls his eyes with the most amount of nonchalance he had ever mustered before snatching the keys to the room from your hands and quickly opening the door.

he pulls the bags in, and allows you to rest on the bed (and ponder what he about to say next, or rather, what he didn't say at all).

but he is quick to kill your overthinking state, passing you a thoughtful look.

'i mean, we didn't come for a whole vacation for me to not have any fun at all. booking such a hotel...' he looks around with a smirk, before meeting your eyes again, 'is only going to make everything all the more easier, no?'

and in your flustered state, red with embarrassment and looking away with a shy expression, you do not expect it when he pins you to the bed with a sharp push.

'you would have had to keep your mouth shut, wouldn't you, dove? at least you can scream to your heart's content here.'

cyno... has few words to speak. he looks up at you, familiar with the name of the love hotel. when your eyes meet, he almost laughs at the furious blush around your ears and then shakes his head with a sigh.

'a minor mistake, yet a common one indeed.'

'i'm sorry,' you say, voice barely audible against the loud of the hotel's entry.

no doubt—the hotel was more fancy than the imagination could entirely comprehend, and affordable too at that! nothing off the charts, and cyno trusted your sense of aesthetics too. with a swimming pool, luxurious king sized beds, an indoor club and even an indoor arcade of it's own, it was an obvious choice for you.

considering how excited you were back then, on second thought, maybe you shouldn't actually do things when you're too happy; you give yourself a mental note.

when cyno begins slinging the bag on his side and taking the trolley bag, you hold his hand in a hesitant motion; he turns to you with a confused gaze, brows lifted in an investigating gesture.

'let's go somewhere else, please.'

your words are something he has rehearsed in his head thrice, already. and he smiles when he realizes that he was right on point with his intuition. of course you would say that; you were a shy, reserved yet dignified person. you wouldn't have ever gone to a love hotel, even if you actually had that intent.

and when you didn't? god forbid, somebody tries to take you there.

but he sees the way you slightly hesitate, trying not to display your discomfort too much and plead to his softer side, trying to convince him somehow. he smiles at your considerate act before chuckling gently; gaze gentle in it's wake.

'we can go somewhere else if you want to, but wouldn't you say quite a lot of money will go to waste?'

you nodded slowly before sighing, shaking your head at your irresponsible behaviour. time to put on the big girl panties and take the blow of the situations that you put yourself in, you thought to yourself.

cyno, however, develops a more mischievous smile.

'what?' you end up asking him, genuinely confused before he whispers in your ear—

'don't be too sad, lovely. we may enter two, but who knows? perhaps we leave three?'

kaveh coughs slightly, trying not to choke on the water that he is drinking when his gaze scans the insides of the hotel.

you shuffle your feet and idly fixate on the newspaper stand in the distance, pretending as though you did not know what was up.

'but you said you booked a slightly wrong hotel? this is slightly wrong?'

you cleared your throat before shrugging, trying to be nonchalant about it. 'i mean, remove the slightly, i guess then.'

'you guess?' kaveh asks with a baffled look on his features, disbelief washing over his features like a tide. he turns to walk towards the receptionist to take the keys with a roll of his eyes, 'god save mankind from whatever you consider as a huge mistake.'

you click your tongue before trotting behind him shyly, less confident now that you finally began looking around and spotted people who were way more comfortable in their skin than you would ever be.

your gaze scans the swimming pool outside, women and men enjoying the sunshine and the water and each others bodies with more enthusiasm than you could imagine.

it is only when a man winks at you with a suggestive smile on his features that you turn to kaveh abruptly, holding the edge of his shirt with a nervous disposition.

he pockets his keys before turning to you with a confused gaze, 'what is it?'

you gulp slightly, shaking your head. 'nothing, uh, a man was staring at me inappropriately.'

he looks at you up and down before letting his lips shape a lop-sided grin, 'want me to help with that problem?'

'how so?'

'people don't set their eyes on land which clearly says—'no trespassing', darling.'

al haitham looks once at the room, thrice at you and then blinks.

'what's wrong?' he asks, as if he genuinely doesn't know what's wrong. you scoff.

'everything.'

he ends up rolling his eyes before pulling you inside the hotel room, softly clicking the door lock before he followed.

'start arranging the clothes; it's a month long vacation, you don't want to spend the entire time struggling to find that one designer—'

'al haitham, come on, stop pretending as though nothing's wrong. let's just go somewhere else!', you say, voice whiny and brows furrowed in an irritated manner. what do you even call this kind of behaviour? how ignorant could he be?

his hands immediately fold, and he almost reminds you of your mom when she is angry; though you maintain your serious look and stand up to him, nonetheless.

'and what's the problem, princess?'

'well!' you say, in an exaggerated motion, pointing to the entire room—

dim lights that were suggestive of only one thing as they sensually illuminated the silk sheets on the round, king sized bed. rose petals decorated the sheets and three drawers begged for your attention at the side of the bed; you didn't even have to go and open them to know what was in there.

'when my family asks me for photos, you expect me to show this to them?'

he shrugs, 'why would you share pictures of the hotel room, of all things?', then he squints, 'i think the problem lies elsewhere.'

you roll your eyes aggressively, although meaning no offense. 'yes, mr genius; this is a love-hotel, that's why i don't want to stay here.'

he clicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek before shaking his head with a sigh, 'well, what's done is done. not like we're not going to have any intimate moment throughout our trip. this makes it all the more easier for us to—'

al haitham doesn't have to think too hard about your response to his obvious flirtation when a pillow hits him square in the face; although he does end up laughing when he stands back up again to find you hiding in the sheets with the now messed up bed due to your recklessness.

'you're still acting like such a kid,' he speaks, teasing you to get a rise out of you before adding on—

'how are you going to take of our kids, at this rate?'

tighnari maintains neutrality to an extent where you begin doubting if he finds this funny, stupid, anger-invoking or worse—all of that, in the same order.

if ambiguity was a maiden, she had draped her thin veil over his expression and aura, hiding his true feelings on the matter. though you do debate whether you're just overthinking, too. honestly, it's just a bit of a mistake, right? and the hotel's quite pretty too—there should be little problems, right?

wrong.

and a simple glance of the room is enough to enlighten you on the matter.

a massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and a mirror is attached to the ceiling wall, making everything visible; added for obvious reasons. next to the bedpost are aphrodisiacs and small, colourful packets about the nature of which you don't have to think much.

tighnari who was walking behind you, ends up peaking over from your shoulder and giving you a curious look.

'what is it? come on in,' and he steps inside, pulling the trolley bag with himself, before he turned back again to look at you when you don't budge from your spot.

he titles his head gently, ears moving with the motion, almost making you swoon. 'why aren't you coming in?' his voice comes to you and you sigh, softly ruffling your hair.

'you don't have to pretend, nari.' you say, gaze scanning his features to search for any change in his expression, only to fail when he showed nothing at all. what a master manipulator.

'pretend about what?'

'that you're okay with this.'

silence.

laughter blooms like a lotus opening under the sun, almost catching you off guard at the intensity and beauty of it. you end up blushing, thoroughly unsure of what he truly meant.

'come on idiot,' he calls to you, pulling you inside the room by your wrist, smile never leaving his features.

'you're confused because you can't understand what i really think?', he asks, gaze twinkling with mischeif.

you nod and his grin widens.

'well, darling dearest, i was just excited to try this out, but i couldn't have showed it, could i?', your blush intensifies at that, eyes widening in surprise before he continued.

'i mean, who knows? maybe we stumble across a secret chapter in our novel of love, no?'

[thepurestgirll]

Unconditional love ✧˖°

Scaramouche is extremely perceptive when it comes to someone he loves, however he decided that letting you take your own time and feel comfortable enough to tell him about it would be more appropriate. To tell you the truth, he always found your concerns about your appearance or personality a bit stupid. What do you mean you are saying that you are too thin or overweight? You look beautiful. How can you say that your nose is too big or that your hair is ugly? It looks wonderful on you.

When we're talking about comfort, Scaramouche is a bit awkward about it. He will simply hold you in silence until you feel better. (Then he'll probably go after the person who made you cry and give him a few sleepless nights.)

If anyone makes any offensive comments directed at you, I pray to whoever made them. There are two possibilities, either he will stare at them (silently warning them that they would die soon) or he will give him a free trip to the hospital later. (But in both situations the person “mysteriously” disappeared later.)

Xiao can notice any changes in your behavior, especially since he'll kind of be by your side most of the time. Like Scaramouche, he finds your insecurity about your appearance unnecessary. You always seemed perfect to him, and maybe that's why he has a goofy little smile on his lips whenever he's with you. (even though he just tells you that you're just seeing things and that he never once smiled.)

When it comes to comfort, he is extremely shy in certain situations, and interestingly, giving compliments is one of them. Don't get him wrong, he could be admiring you all day, but it would take hours for him to say anything about it. But when he does, you can be sure that his compliments would be as sweet as possible. However, you can see that the frequency with which he compliments you increases when he realizes that you are having problems with your appearance. He will do his best to make you feel good about yourself, and his last concern is how long it will take.

It would be difficult for any kind of offensive comment to even reach you (since he gives everyone he talks to you a death glare.) But if it happens… he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty.

Kazuha is a total sweetheart. Any change in your behavior can make him worry. You are quieter than usual? He has already asked you if something is wrong. Looks sad? Get ready for a three-hour conversation where he will hear you say all your concerns without saying a single word. He's the type of person who knows every little detail about his lover, and finds every single one of them beautiful, without exception.

I personally believe that Kazuha is one of the best in comfort. He is a good listener, he is gentle with words, and above all, he loves you and treats you in the best possible way. If you're insecure about your scars, I imagine him running his finger over each one, giving little pecks to each one, and then offering to show you his own in an attempt to make you feel better.

When it comes to offensive comments, it's no different. His first priority would probably be to get you out of that situation as quickly as possible, and then he would have a small “talk” with the person. And you, of course, would receive a nice treatment of kisses and hugs from your boyfriend until you forgot all the bad things that happened.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Author's note: like always, open requests and everything you already know! I feel like this writing is a bit messy, so I'm sorry if it wasn't good enough or if there were any grammatical errors, English is not my first language…

I've done my best to write through the stress, but knowing that I've been getting so many good people in my asks just to ask if i'm okay just makes me so happy! Thank you so much for all the love, I really appreciate it <3 Remember that you are perfect just the way you are, and that your weight, your grades or anything superficial does not define you! Thank you for your attention, dear reader <3

[kunikukitty]

☆ Always An Artist, Never The Muse

Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader

ix. beauty of art

Since when did it started?

You've always been complimented to be a beauty, always been given praises, and you too are confident when it comes to your appearance.

Not to mention, you are also surrounded by good-looking girls such as Mona, Hutao, and Faruzan.

When did it started, when you began to question your own vision and the mirror? Since when were you became so sensitive about your appearance?

Being an artist who desired to be a muse was your ultimate struggle before. And perhaps, even until today.

You never made a portrait of yourself, having more interest in other scenery you see — and never did you became anyone's art inspiration.

To the non-artists, this might not be a thought worth being sad about. You too, you tell yourself it isn't a big deal, yet it persists. There is an ache, a longing to be admired just as how much you used to admire those whom you painted.

You used to be saddened over the fact that no artist chose you— maybe because you are an artist yourself?

However, even after your candle of passion became unlit— even after the spark that used to shine so brightly began to lose its light, you didn't became anyone's object of admiration.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you company."

You heaved a sigh as you heard Capitano utter those words in a reassuring manner, resting your head to the backrest of the bus seat you're sitting on.

He must've sensed your nervousness, also with the fact that he knows what you've been through.

That's the reason why you rejected those other fine art students anyway, since you didn't want to be just become a muse because you're a part of the options.

They were tasked to ask exchange students to be their model for their project. None of them would ask you if you weren't one, and you hated that. Could it be your pride as an artist hovering over your mind, that you wished to be somebody's muse because they specifically chose you and not just because you happened to be there as an option?

And now you were asked again yet for the same situation— you weren't the first choice.

Is this petty? You honestly don't care.

How silly these emotions of yours, hindering you from enjoying being a muse for the first time.

The bus stopped and the two of you exits the ride. You walked with Capitano as he led the way, coming to a halt some minutes later in front of a black gate. He looked at you before hitting the doorbell.

You brought a hand to caress your own face. Your skin isn't exactly clear, though you do not have many blemishes either.

You've always been confident of your appearance, and you didn't know why. Is it because you truly are indeed beautiful, or where you just blinded because of the praises you've heard?

Yet whenever you look in the mirror, you can't help but to see your image turning uglier each second. Is what you see in the mirror what you actually looked like?

You breathed in and out, wanting to mask the nervousness you're feeling. Faruzan is pretty, would the artist be disappointed upon seeing a face inferior to hers—

Forget about that, because you are the one disappointed right now...!

You regretted getting swayed with Faruzan's words. You even asked Mona for an advice to strengthen your decision, and she also said some motivating words similar to Faruzan.

What a load of bullshit, you shouldn't had listened!

Because it's fine, yes, it would be fine.

This trip could've turn out good just as your friends say— if not for the man standing before you! This... is he the artist?

The moment he opened the gate, you glared at him from head to toe, in which he responded with a roll of his eyes, turning his attention to Capitano instead.

The same shade of indigo that ruined your mood at the time you first entered the university, the blind-hater man!

Honestly, you could brush that off as just bad day for both of you which led to a stupid argument, but the bad impression lasted!

Whenever you see him around the campus, there's just this underlying vibes around him that ruins your mood. So even if you both ain't having a conversation, it's as if you are being brought back to that argument and you can't help but to feel the annoyance all over again.

And therefore strengthening the bad impression.

You followed after them as they entered his... kind of a huge house.

Of course, of course. Students at that goddamn university are rich, it's no wonder.

You eyed the interior, a minimalist design yet it looks extravagant due to the high-end materials. High ceilings, big chandeliers— his living room is grand and sophisticated space. The walls are in neutral colors, decorated with many paintings...

Oh.

Are these his works? They are... beautiful.

Not just beautiful, but breathtakingly beautiful.

Every pieces are paintings of abstracts and places, and there are no single painting of an image of a human.

The scenery looks realistic though, are portraits just not his forte? Or maybe he just didn't displayed them.

You got too absorbed at staring at them that Capitano had to tug you forward. His gentle hold brought you out of your reverie, continuing to follow after his friend.

"What even is his name?" You asked in a whisper.

"Oh right, you didn't get to be introduced properly." He nodded at himself, "Scaramouche is his name," then he called his friend's attention, "And she is [Name]."

...That turned awkward, just for you maybe. 'Scaramouche' just nodded his head and so did you.

When he opened another door, you almost drooled at the sight. Because why wouldn't you— it is his very own art studio inside his home! It's huge and definitely pleasing to look at. There are many paintings on the floor and some are hanging over the wall, all of the pieces are masterpiece! There are an unfinished sculpture of a head on one of the tables, charcoal drawings on paper, sketches of anatomy, movable wooden figure, and more.

Despite not liking him, you hold a respect to every artists. Not to mention, one look at his studio and you could tell he is talented...

You had to contain your excitement.

It's not like you're hiding that you are an (ex) artist, but you also do not want to show hints or tell that you are one, especially that you have nothing to show.

You would rather keep it that way, people not having an answer whether you are or not an artist— except for those who already know, of course.

"Pardon me, [Name]." You looked over to Capitano who has an apologetic expression on his face. "There happen to be an emergency, I'll leave you to Scaramouche's care."

You just nodded, Capitano had always been a busy man. You watched as he converse with the said man before he gave you a small wave, walking away.

"Stay here."

'Scaramouche' said, and you were left alone in his very own art studio.

You sat down on a stool, probably the seat he prepared for Faruzan. With a frown, you looked around.

Your heart raced as your eyes met your own pair of eyes, the full length mirror in front of you glinted in an ugly way.

You felt frozen in time. Is it because you would be exposed to an artist's eyes who would look at every detail of your appearance so he could draw it, the reason why you felt so bare in your own vision?

It was as if suddenly, you appear naked in front of everyone— drowning in their uncomfortable stares that ran through your insides.Your skin is getting ripped the more you stare at your own reflection, and you feel so exposed to the point that every nook of your face became visible in your eyes.

Since when this started, really? Where you no longer feel beautiful at every angle, as if your features are becoming distorted.

Ah, right. The people who compliments you are non-artists. You used to be one and yet you never drew yourself, and now you feel so imperfect and full of flaws. Maybe because you're aware of the truth.

Maybe this is why you've only became a muse now of an artist who had no choice but to draw you— you are indeed pretty, just not pretty enough that people wants to keep looking at you.

An art is supposed to be beautiful in every way, a masterpiece people enjoy looking at.

You, are not a piece worth staring at.

You are not designed to be a muse in the first place— and you no longer had the skills to paint.

Everyone is either an artist or the art, so now, where do you stand?

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[chuusmuts]

imagine kabukimono finding out you lactate

smut(?) i'm not sure myself, sorry. afab reader, lactation kink, nipple play, fingering, just kabukimono being in love with your boobs/breast milk.

kind of another version of innocent kabukimono going wild because gosh, i'm so horny for him (´┓`*)

some nights ago, while doing the laundry, he noticed some milk stains on your clothes, particularly on the chest part. as far as he remembered, the milk stock had already finished, so being the curious boy he was, he decided to ask you about it. kabukimono could feel his heart beating faster, feeling nervous for some reason as he walked over to you. it's nothing wrong, right? he just wanted to know where did you get the milk. "hey, umm... can i ask something?" he asked quietly as he looked at you timidly.

your ears perked up at his voice, and you turned your head to look at him with a surprised face. it was unusual for him to look so shy like that. "um... yes? what is it?" you asked in confusion. there was it again. when you turned to look at him, he noticed a wet spot on your kimono. and again, on the chest part, on your breasts. did you not notice it?

"oh, it's nothing important." kabukimono said softly, his heart still pounding. "i saw some milk stains on your clothes, specifically on your chest area. i just wondered how they got there." he bit his lip, feeling even more nervous than before. he wasn't sure why he cared so much about this, but he felt like he needed to know.

still confused, you tilted your head in puzzlement before impulsively looking at your clothes, and oh gosh, the milk stains were big. your cheeks and ears immediately flushed, your eyes widening as you covered your breasts with your arms. like he said, it's nothing important, your milk was just leaking. you were merely lactating, and it's something kabukimono didn’t know.

"t– this!" you stammered. "it's nothing, s– so, you don't have to worry." from the look of your reaction, he could sense the embarrassment coming from you. normally, people would've already guessed what was happening, but that's not the case with kabukimono. since he's a puppet, he was completely clueless about this whole situation.

"mhm." kabukimono nodded, trying to process everything you said. he was lost, unsure of how to respond. he watched you cover your breasts, feeling both confused and intrigued. "umm..." he started in hesitation. "why do you think i'm asking, then?" he looked down at himself, frowning slightly. "you see, i'm not really used to seeing that kind of thing, y'know? It makes me curious, and... well, I want to know about it." he blushed shyly under your gaze.

"y– you want to know..?" fiddling with your fingers, you watched him sit beside you on the bed. "that's um..." you looked down for a while before looking at him again. you weren't really uncomfortable, just abashed. well, maybe it's not a bad idea to tell him. he already found out, anyway.

"s– so, uh... basically, women's breasts produce milk... whereafter, it will come out from the nipples." you started as you tilted your head down so your hair would fall over on your face to hide your embarrassment. "this usually happens while pregnancy to feed the baby later, s– so, i don't know why it's happening to me. it even keeps leaking from my breasts..." obviously, you felt insecure and shy since lactation doesn't usually happen to unmarried women.

kabukimono's eyes widened, and he could feel his own cheeks flush with heat as you explained everything, his heart pounding once more. "mhm," he murmured, nodding slowly. "that's interesting." he shifted, feeling awkward, unsure of what to say next. "so... does it taste good?" he asked, smiling nervously.

for a moment, you thought he was asking about the taste of your breast milk thus, you got extra embarrassed. "that's... i, myself, do not know since the only time i drink it was when i was a baby. so, i'm not really sure. i'm sorry, i can't help you with that." you said in a quiet tone, your arms still covering the wet part on your breasts as you chewed on your bottom lip. still, what you didn’t notice was him looking at your breasts intently.

he swallowed hard, feeling a sudden urge to taste the milk. it seemed like such an odd desire, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. "umm... could I try it?" he asked, glancing back at you, his eyes pleading. he felt vulnerable and exposed, but he also felt like he had to know. there was just something about breast milk that fascinated him.

"e– excuse me?" you almost choked on your saliva since you didn't expect him to ask the most unforeseen question. your heart began to thump as fast as his when he asked to drink your milk. was he... that interested in it? "c– could you repeat that again?" you were so embarrassed that you're afraid you heard him wrong, and it's just a hallucination.

"could I taste your milk?" kabukimono repeated, this time without stuttering. he was practically quivering with excitement, his hands clasped together in front of him. how could he not when he's about to try something new? "please, please let me try it." he leaned forward, his breath hitching in anticipation as he begged you.

in your eyes, you could see how his eyes sparkled. you could see that he really wanted to taste the milk so badly and be needed to know if it was good or not. that stupid eyes of his. sometimes, his curiosity is really out of this world. you just let out a shaky breath as you looked away. you knew he didn't have an evil purpose and was just curious about the taste of breast milk, but... this was clearly wrong. however, when you looked at him once again, you found yourself hard to deny him even though you felt like your heart was going to burst.

"i– uh, okay." you whispered quietly, looking away again. kabukimono smiled brightly as he reached out to touch your breasts, sliding them off your kimono and gently cupping them in his hands. his thumbs brushed against your nipples which were leaking with milk, causing them to harden. "is this alright?" he asked, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to rub your nipples.

"y– yeah." you let out a shaky sigh as you closed your own eyes, refusing to look at the sight of him brushing his fingers against your soft nipples. "j– just don't take too long, please." you continued with another whisper before whimpering quietly, which you hope he didn't hear it.

kabukimono nodded and hummed softly, his eyes roaming over your boobs, taking in every detail. he licked his lips, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips before leaning in closer and pressing his mouth against one of your nipples, sucking gently. as he suckled on your sensitive bud, he began to lave it, his teeth scraping lightly across its surface.

a soft moan was ripped off of your throat, and it made you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. this was the first time he had seen a woman's boobs and the sight of it was too intrigued for him to ignore. to add in, your milk was delicious, too. as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue flicked against your nipples, savouring every drop, causing his mouth to make little sucking sounds as he did so. you could feel your breasts slowly getting emptied as he started to suckle harder.

kabukimono groaned impulsively, his tongue dancing over your nipples, sucking deeply. he pulled your kimono aside, exposing your entire chest, his mouth working furiously as his tongue lapped up the excess milk that dripped onto your skin. he licked up every last drop, dragging his tongue across your skin until your breasts were coated in a thin layer of milky saliva. when he finished, he released your nipples with a wet pop before lifting his head, his eyes gazing at your flushed face.

your nipples were now swollen from how hard he sucked and when you realised he was done, you peeked through your fingers to look at him as you asked, "y– you... you're done?" you asked breathlessly, not noticing your top was already stripped off by him. "yeah." kabukimono said, grinning, his tongue slipping out to lick the milk off his lips. he glanced down at your breasts, his eyes lingering on each of your swollen nipples. "it tastes good." he said simply, his voice full of satisfaction. looking up at you again, his eyes filled with wonder and excitement. "i'd love to taste more if you'll allow it."

sliding on your kimono again, you only smiled awkwardly as you thought nothing of it. yeah, he was just joking, you thought to yourself. he might even forget about it on the next day. wrong. on the following day, kabukimono knocked on the door of your room again. obviously, he wanted to drink more of your milk. however, you being clueless like always, you had no idea that he really liked and still remembered your tits and breast milk. "yes, kabukimono? do you need anything?" you questioned.

"yes." kabukimono answered, his eyes twinkling. he glanced down at your chest, and his eyes lingered on each of your plump breasts. "i want some more of your milk." he said it like a normal request, his voice soft and sweet. his gaze was still fixed on your breasts even after stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him. "i can't stop thinking about how delicious it tasted." he said, his voice low and husky, completely different from earlier.

"...eh?" you froze in your track when he asked for your milk again. did you just... fucked up?

thus and so, breastfeeding him had become a routine for you as he kept asking for your milk every day. you knew you could say no, and he would stop immediately, but you didn't have the courage to. he's so innocent, you almost thought he was still a child for a moment since he kept begging you to breastfeed him.

it had been a month, and yet you're still nursing him as a routine. and even though it had been that long, you still couldn't shake off the embarrassment every time you fed him. howbeit, you had noticed something strange lately. every time you breastfed him, he would occasionally moan, leave marks on your breasts, nibble on your nipples and fondle with your breast while he drank the other one.

today was no different as he suckled on your nipples while fondling with your breast. whilst you struggled to hold back your moans, kabukimono moaned shamelessly and loudly, his tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand pinched and twisted your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, causing you to whimper and squirm. his eyes glanced up at you, and he murmured lowly against your boob. "mmm..."

eventually, he lifted his head, and as his eyes locked with yours, he spoke, his tone suddenly becoming passionate. "you're so beautiful." he wasted no time as he leaned in and kissed your collarbone before biting it softly. subsequently, he turned his attention to your other breast, suckling on your nipple as he bit and pulled on it lightly before swirling his tongue around it.

he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he sucked on your nipples. he had no idea, but he had been experiencing weird feelings every time he drank your milk. he had this strange attraction toward your breasts and milk, and he wanted to keep sucking on them. in other words, he had come to know what it was to feel desire and pleasure without realising it himself. maybe he wasn't as innocent as thought because unknowingly, a few days ago, he had found out what sex is without you knowing. and even if he's just a puppet, he's still a man.

you mewled a muffle moan as your hand moved to grip onto his hair, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your slick drip down between your legs. at this point, you already gave up on trying to hide your whimpers as another one escaped your lips when he flicked his tongue over your nipple and rolled the other one simultaneously. "a– ah, kabuki..." your voice was as delicious as your milk as you called out his name.

kabukimono's lips parted widely, his tongue sliding along your other nipple as his body trembled with lust and desire. lashing his tongue out, his teeth grazing your flesh. he let out a husky moan, his eyes watching you as your face contorted in pleasure. "mmm... i'm sorry, y/n." he whispered half-heartedly. he came to know what he was doing was wrong. therefore, he needed to at least apologize, even though it was unenthusiastic.

still, his desire won over him, and he couldn't stop himself from suckling on your nipples, from leaving hickeys all over your soft boobs. he didn't know how bad it was affecting you as your eyes welled with tears, and you almost became a sobbing mess from too much pleasure. he swirled his tongue around your nipple once again before suckling on it, each suck sending a stronger jolt of pleasure right to your clit.

you also felt how he pressed his body against you, his hips pushing against your thighs and his hard length pressing against your leg. your grip on his hair tightened a little, and your moans began to get louder as you were slowly falling apart, kabukimono having zero idea about this. he was only focusing on your body, more precisely, obviously your boobs and breast milk.

even after your breasts were emptied, he couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples. it was too addictive to him, he just liked it when your soft breasts were pressed against his face. whereas your body writhed underneath his, he slid his fingers inside your pants before brushing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it at a slow pace, causing you to let out the cutest whimper. he could feel how wet you were and if he had to be honest, he was proud of himself.

"i love your breasts... they taste so good." he mumbled, sucking on your nipple harder as his thumb began to pick up its pace and rub your clit faster, his fingers pressing into your folds. drool dribbled down from the corner of your lips as you bucked your hips, unable to control yourself any further. your breath slowly became ragged as he stroked your clit and and swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it again.

shortly after that, he moved his lips from your nipples down to your tummy, licking your tummy and leaving trail of kisses and marks. while he did so, he inserted his fingers inside your hole and began to fuck you, causing you to cry out and arch your back in pleasure. "k– kabuki–!" you screamed his name as tears streamed down your cheeks.

hearing you screamed his name only fueled his desire as he didn't stop and instead thrusted his fingers harder inside you, teasing your sweet spot. he wanted to make you feel good, to hear you moan, to hear you whimper. he wanted to watch you squirm, to watch you cum because of him, just like he read and saw in the book. shortly afterward, your walls clenched around his three fingers and an orgasm washed over you as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back and cum pooling out of your cunt endlessly, coating his fingers.

he stopped for a moment and took out his fingers, lashing out his tongue to taste your delicious slick. after he licked it clean, he inserted his fingers again inside your tight walls and began to thrust inside you. he didn't give you any break and instead quickened his pace. you catched a glance of his very pure eyes glancing down at your wet pussy and you just knew he wasn't done with you yet. "i wonder what else my tongue can do with your delicious body."

[hitomisuzuya]

Could I please get foursome with scaramouche, wanderer and Kunikuzushi. Like scaramouche is eating the reader out while Kunikuzushi is sucking the reader boobs and wanderer is fucking the reader from behind

Foursome brainrot. Scaramouche x fem!reader Kunikuzushi x fem!reader Wanderer x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Nipple play. Praise.

I love writing foursome requests. It makes my brain go brrr😳

Kunikuzushi's warm saliva rolled down your breast as his tongue swirled over your nipple. You whimpered, hearing him groan as your nipple hardened under his tongue. Every sweep of his tongue sent strong jolts of pleasure straight to your swelling clit.

He was perfectly content to cum untouched just from sucking on your nipples, listening to you moan while you writhed on the bed, rubbing his leaking cock on your body.

Scaramouche was between your legs, his assault on your throbbing clit merciless, swirling his tongue while he sucked. That keened louder moans from your throat, your fingers shaking as they found the back of his head to press his mouth down onto your cunt.

You bucked your hips up into his mouth, your body nearly falling limp from the pleasure of the doubled stimulation of their tongues. You felt every slow drag and lick of Scaramouche's tongue as he plunged it inside of you, your fingernails digging into his scalp when he swept his tongue back up to suck on your clit. His tongue never failed to make you tremble.

"Look at you shake," Wanderer taunted, stroking his cock while he watched Kunikuzushi and Scaramouche ruin you. He squeezed his hand on the base of his cock, drinking in the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He envied Scaramouche's tongue in that moment. He got to taste you while your walls clamped around his tongue.

He fisted his cock until he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to cum in his hand, he wanted to cum inside you.

Wanderer rolled you over onto your side, making Scaramouche growl in annoyance from having to take his mouth off of your cunt suddenly. Laying down behind you, Wanderer wasted no time thrusting his cock inside of you. His hands gripped your hips, stretching your walls apart and nudging immediate into your sweet spot.

Scaramouche's tongue was back on your clit moments later, being incapable of forming coherent words. Your walls snapped and clamped tight around Wanderer's cock, making it almost hard to breath.

Kunikuzushi rested your head in his lap, stroking your hair and cooing praise at you. "What a good girl, taking all three of us so well," He stroked a hand down your cheek, swiping his thumb over the tears of pleasure falling from your eyes, "you look so pretty crying before you cum," His fingers pinched and played with your nipples, making you whine between shameless moans in overstimulation.

You felt suddenly cum spurt onto your cheek, Kunikuzushi could get off just from hearing you moan and babble in bliss, letting out his own moan of pleasure as he stroked your hair.

"Fuck, she is gonna cum," Wanderer groaned, his fingers bruising on your skin as he pounded inside of you. You choked back broken sobs between your moans, the knot of your orgasm suddenly breaking apart.

Scaramouche's tongue was eagerly waiting to lap up your release as it gushed over Wanderer's cock, dripping out onto his tongue. He stroked his cock, sucking on your clit to help you ride out your high. He'd begrudgingly let Wanderer cum inside you first this time.

You gasped as Wanderer's cum gobbed inside of you. Kunikuzushi pushed his cock against your lips, smiling softly down at you. "We aren't finished yet. I haven't had a chance to cum in some part of you," He said, moaning in bliss as you eagerly took his cock into your mouth.

[yzashaven]

somonophilia with Kuni/Scara/Wanderer whatever you want to call him

Had me feeling some type of way… the butterflies the tummy coil the way I blushed THE WAY I DROOLED IM SO HHHH <33333333

꒰ —♡ fem reader︰somnophilia.dub/noncon ✰ cunnilingus/pussy eating! ✰ clit sucking ✰ mentions of both gentleness and roughness <3 ꒱

୨୧. waaahhh somno <3 suddenly got motivation to write for all three main scaras just bcs and made this in like 10 mins HELP so not proofread

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @scara6 @kana-de @ciarchivez

kabukimono is the sweetest, literally. he's also very cautious not to wake you up, thrusting in and out slowly while desperately trying to keep his voice down. but how can he do that when you feel so damn good around him?

also, i'll be taking the idea from a previous fic and say that he's definitely the type to be apologizing to your sleeping self. he's guilty and thinks he's so wrong for indulging in his desires while you were trying to rest even though you already told him that it was okay :(

—♡

i hope you're a deep sleeper, 'cause scaramouche is not putting down his rough demeanor all due to the fact that you're resting. though, if he's in a good mood, he might consider going for a more gentle approach.

it doesn't really matter to him if you suddenly wake up in the middle of him fucking you, it's like a pass to hear your lewd moans which only fuel both his pride and desires more than ever. strongly gripping at your hips as he drills into you to make you whimper in your sleep, god how he loves it so much !!

—♡

there's never time for a peaceful and long rest when wanderer is horny. he absolutely loves to wake you up by eating your pussy out. you'll be resting after completing some missions and surprise, surprise! he's between your thighs.

the sensitiveness of your body immediately has you whimpering as he continues to devour you. hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you from squirming too much as his tongue lapped up your arousal eagerly. sucking on your clit and never stopping until you were a sobbing mess <3

[scara-hater]

What kind of kisses? Mine of course!

Kisses you give them.

Short and not proofread!

Kuni

Cheeks!

He’s probably so confused because bro didn’t know what kissing even was 😭 The first time you kissed him was on the cheek, and he went to bed that night holding his face with shining eyes and a big smile. After that, he would always ask you to do it again. ”can you put your mouth on my face again!” “Kuni, I told you it’s called a kiss.” “Yes! please do that!”

Every time you kiss his cheeks, he squeezes his eyes shut and furrows his brows as if he’s focusing on it <3

Scaramouche

Entire face!

Mostly before bed, you cup his chubby cheeks in your hands and kiss his forehead. Then his eyes. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. The- you get it. There is not s single spot on his face that was left untouched and while he won’t admit it, that boy loves it. Feeling you hold him is one of the biggest comforts. Years of being an experiment for others gain has left a big toll on his views regarding physical contact. So when you ever so carefully hold him with only pure affection, he feels his chest filling where his heart should be.

If you save his lips for the last kiss, he’s gone.

Wanderer

Lips!

Happened because you did it once on impulse. Your first kiss together was an impulse. Not that he minds, now he does it because he likes the way it feels, he likes it because it’s a kiss with you. They basically happen anytime. Whether it’s before he leaves, or when you wake up in the morning, oh my god he’ll pull you in by reaching under your ear and by your head to kiss you. Wanderer’s lips are soft and move in such a gentle manner, that you know he loves you.

I’m sorry this is so fucking bad, lmao I’m going to rewrite this later i think.

[kana-de]

★ summary: wanderer x fem!reader. wanderer becomes a whining mess while you're making love.

☆ cw: nsfw. sex with feelings. you two are making love instead of fucking (i tried). wanderer is called kunikuzushi, kuni. wanderer is a whiny, whimpering mess while he tops you. could be read as fatui scara too if you'd like. 647 words.

☾ a/n: ngh. a small present for y'all since i'm ill again.

you swear to god you forget how to breathe when you hear wanderer's whimpers.

they come from his throat, soft, shy, like he can't fathom what he's feeling right now. his hips stutter as they press against your own, and his chest rises and falls in deep intervals. the grip he has on your hips is bruising, like he is holding onto you for dear life as he plunges his throbbing dick into your warm cunt.

"o-oh archons..." he groans, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and continuing the slow roll of his hips into you. its also dizzying how his tip bumps into your cervix and his pelvis rubs on your clit. indigo locks of his hair are sticking to his sweaty forehead and god, he's trying his best to suppress his moans by biting his lip, but its clearly not working.

wanderer looks so beautiful in this moment, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, the way he holds himself up above you. the sheer pleasure etched on his face is enough to make your heart flutter.

"i can't... i can't take it anymore," he whispers hoarsely into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he starts to thrust faster now, his hips moving in a rhythm that matches the pounding of blood in your ears.

he doesn't want to hurt you, but the look in his eyes contradicts him. he wants this. he wants to hear you scream and beg for more. to see the pleasure and pain etched on your face as he takes you higher and higher until you come apart in his arms.

his hips are moving more erratically now, each thrust making a smacking sound against your wet flesh.

"i- i don't wanna... i don't want to stop..." he moans, the look in his eyes almost pleading as he thrusts deeper into you. his hands grip your hips harder, leaving red marks that would surely bruise later.

"k-kunikuzushi- kuni, please..." you whine, not even knowing what you're asking him for, but the way his cock twitches, becoming painfully hard inside you - even when it seemed that there was nowhere harder for it to be.

his name on your lips feels like a bandage ripping off an open wound. it sends a shiver down his spine and makes him groan even louder. but it's not just the sound of his name that makes you tremble. it's the feeling of him inside you, the way he moves, the way he fills you up so perfectly...

wanderer's fingers dig into your hips harder, pulling you closer to him, making every thrust more intense. his other hand is now holding onto your waist, keeping you steady as he fucks you relentlessly, pace becoming uneven. he wants to be gentle, he really does, but this feeling, the way you feel wrapped around his cock, its way too much for wanderer.

he looks up at you, eyes wide and filled with a mix of lust, love, and small tear droplets in corners of his eyes. you feel so good around him that the poor boy can't help but almost cry. his lips part slightly, as if he wants to say something but can't find the words.

"i- i- fuck... [n-name]..." he whines, his voice cracking slightly in embarrassment or frustration. he looks down at your flushed skin, the way your breasts bounce when he thrusts into you, the way your wetness glistens against his cock. "you're so perfect."

he lets out a groan of frustration, but keeps moving slowly. he can feel his orgasm building up, like a storm brewing. and he wants to hold onto it. he wants to prolong this feeling for as long as possible.

"i-it feels so good," wanderer whispers, his voice thick with desire. "i don't wanna cum yet... but i can't help it, [name], i just can't."

[dark-night-hero]

if zhongli is the type to give us up to save the world, who is the type to give up the world to save us?

Imagine after thinking about it for the past few days. Scaramouche is the type of being, lover that would sacrifice the world for you.

"It's okay."

"What's okay?" He frowns, looking at your unbothered face as you continue to admire the scenery right across you.

"It's okay to give up on me."

Imagine as you smile gently at him, he scoffs. Crossing his arms as you look away from you to look at the stars but not even a moment later, he looks back at you. He was never the one to look at such things after all, nor was he the type to appreciate the little things in life. But ever since meeting you, he finds himself learning to slowly appreciate every little thing.

"Stupid." "Oww!" You groan, holding up a hand on your forehead as he flicked you real hard.

"You know I can't do that."

"I don't want to see you get hurt."

"And I don't want to loose you. We've talked about this already, (First name). Even if I have to ki- wipe out every single person in Teyvat I would do it just to keep you safe and sound by my side."

Imagine as you watch him from afar, a tear roll down to your cheeks. What a fool, you thought. You always thought it was alright to have the freedom you never expected to have. But upon seeing your lover, all bruised up and bloody right in front of you, fighting for the sake of your living. Maybe you had all wrong from the very beginning.

"The world want me dead, I guess that's just how it is. It's just me against the world."

"Wrong." "Huh?"

"It's you and me against the world. Don't forget that."

Imagine, you see. Scaramouche was indeed the one who had the right mindset enough to give up the world for the sake of you. But you see, in the process of saving you, you'll lose him. You see, he was strong. It's not a lie that he was strong and capable. But not enough for him alone to face the world.

"Please... That's enough. He did nothing wrong. It was all on me."

"Please have mercy. Let him go, take me. Take me instead." You cried as you shield him away from the world.

"What... What are you saying? Get out of here and hide." He gripped into your clothes that was slowly soaking with his blood.

"No, it's alright." You smile at him with tears rolling down your tears.

"No-!"

"My Scara."

"No wai-!"

"Forget about me, okay?"

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 would rather descend to the depths of hell rather than admit how much he loves it when you straddle his lap to apply his vibrant red eyeliner. his intent gaze was fixed on you as you brought the eyeliner container to your lips, effortlessly biting the cap off and dropping it elsewhere.

"close your left eye for me, scara," you squint your eyes in concentration, gently cupping his flustered face. he sighs in annoyance as he sets aside his pride and reluctantly lowers his eyelid.

"hmph," he mumbles as his arm encircles your waist, "you look like you enjoy making me look ridiculous. i hope you're satisfied."

you roll your eyes and let out a soft laugh, meticulously dragging the vivid ink along the outer corners of his eyes. "you say that every time, dummy."

he hisses, "and i mean it every time!"

"finee, i guess i'll just get off my pretty boyfriend's lap because he doesn't want me to—"

"absolutely not," he scoffs and tightens his hold on you, flipping open the compact mirror in his other hand before bringing it closer to his eye.

scaramouche blinks slowly, scowls, then throws the mirror on the bed and snaps his head to the side in embarrassment.

"ugh...i guess you're not completely hopeless after all," he murmurs under his breath with a hint of shame. "but don't misunderstand and get ahead of yourself, you arrogant fool! i'm still way better at this than you are, okay!?"

sigh. he'll never change.

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[the-original-skipps]

If you know what this picture is you’ll know what this is about

spy!scaramouche when he leaves for "work" he disappears for a couple of days only to reappear again without notice. You could just have gotten back from your job, only to see your boyfriend dressed casually lounging on the couch in your living room. "Oh, you're back." He says nonchalantly to you without looking up from his phone.

"I can say the same thing about you."

spy!scaramouche who moves around without any sound. He often surprises you by suddenly appearing behind you, as if he teleports. He does it on purpose so he can see your startled face. Your reaction is too cute. He can't help himself.

spy!scaramouche who may have installed cameras throughout your shared home. Due to his occupation he's gotta be careful of who might come after him or even you. He can also make sure you're safe when he's away. He installed them for purely security purposes; he's not a "pervert" or so he claims but sometimes he just likes to see what you're up to.

spy!scaramouche who is essentially like your bodyguard. A trip to the supermarket? Just wanna grab a drink at the cafe? He's going with you, it doesn't matter how small the errand is. He complains but he still goes along with you, even though you didn't even ask him too.

spy!scaramouche who may or not have installed location tracking on your phone. What? He's gotta keep you safe, what you don't know won't hurt you. One day, he just strolls in casually at the cafe you're sitting at and you wonder how he managed to find you.

“What? It’s just a coincidence.”

spy!scaramouche has a lot of weapons hidden in your home. Just don't go looking in the wrong place or else you might find a sniper rifle. He's gonna have a hard time coming up with an excuse for that.

spy!scaramouche secretly knows all about the people you’re associated with not just that he seems to know quite a few things about everyone. A man bumps into you causing you to wince. Scara’s face turns cold before immediately grabbing the arm of the man who bumped into you his grip tight enough to bruise.

“Pallad, watch where you’re going.”

“H-How do you kno-“

“Scram.”

The man could only yelp in fear before running away.

spy!scaramouche who teaches you self defense because "You're weak as hell and I won't always be there to protect you…" He tells you mumbling out the last part so you couldn't hear him. He gets to be up and personal with you, his hand lingering a little longer on your waist. His face too close to yours that you can feel his breathe fan your face. This is supposed to be a part of the self defense lesson too right? Though his eyes tell a different story.

> spy? more like yandere

> ask box is always open for simping

[chuusmuts]

imagine having a secret relationship with wanderer

smut. clingy and needy ahh reader, afab reader, soft(?) wanderer, semi public(?) sex, riding, praising, not proofread. the classic student council and the troublemaker trope.

okay, so i lied about posting more please don't be mad (early april's fool 🥱).

wanderer was the president school council, while you were the famous troublemaker. a perfect combination, right? since you often didn't get the chance to meet him, all you had to do was create some problem and whoosh– you were sent to his room. the good thing was, the teachers had given up on you and your little antics, they'd just let you do what you want.

"care to explain to me why you're here again?" he inquired with a feathery voice without looking at you as he caressed your hair, running his slender fingers through your hair gently while you sat on his lap, watching him scribble whatever (gibberish) on a paper. you stayed quiet for a moment before your arms snaked their ways around his neck. "i just miss you so much. sorry... couldn't help it." you whispered, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck and licking it before gently nibbling on it.

wanderer's eyes widened slightly at your actions, taken aback by your sudden affectionate behaviour. his expression softened slightly, and he let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "i know you miss me, but i'm still the president. i have work to do." he said softly, trying to maintain some level of professionalism despite the situation.

he knew well that he could never be mad at you since you’d got him wrapped around your finger. you pulled away from his neck and gave a soft kiss on his lips. "come on, make time for me, please? i won't take long, i promise." you pouted, tilting your head right and left as you tried to persuade him with your cute voice before licking the outer of his mouth. you bounced your hips on his bulge, grinding on it slightly, giving him a hint of what you wanted and needed the most right now.

wanderer bit his lip, feeling his resolve weakening. he knew you had a way of getting under his skin, and he couldn't resist you when you did that. slowly, he nodded, dropping down his pen before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss as he penetrated your lips using his tongue. as your tongues tangled, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your bare skin, feeling your warmth through the fabric.

wanderer groaned into the kiss as you kept grinding against his bulge, his hands moving faster over your chest, fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. when they finally came undone, he reached inside, grabbing hold of your bra and pulling it off, revealing your soft breasts. seeing your gorgeous body, he moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth once more as his fingers teased at your nipples, hardening them with the touch of his fingertips.

you moaned sweetly as he rubbed and rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers. you began to bounce more and more on his clothed cock before you finally stopped. your hands moved and found themselves on the zipper of his pants before unzipping it. sliding your hand under his boxer, you took out his hardened cock in one swift move causing wanderer's eyes widened and gasped. "i want to bounce on your cock... please..." your begged him, your voice sounding needy as you looked at him with the most pathetic look.

the feel of your hand wrapped around his shaft made him groan, and he leaned back in his chair, his legs immediately spread open to give you better access. his other hand moved to your waist, guiding you closer, wanting nothing more than to feel your wetness around him. "alright, little troublemaker, show me what you can do." he said, his voice low and smug. it's clear as crystal that he was enjoying every moment of this. if you weren't fast enough, you'd miss the slight proud smirk on his face.

a bright smile appeared on your face as he gave you the permission to ride his cock. without further ado, you pulled up your skirt until it reached your thighs before pulling down your underwear, just enough for his cock to enter you. with a loud moan, you struggled as you slid his cock into your tight and wet entrance. your breath grew heavy as you started to bounce slowly on his cock. though you quickly began to pick up the pace as you gripped onto his neck tightly to stabilize yourself.

wanderer let out a growl as you took his cock into your tight heat, his eyes locked onto yours as you began to ride him. he couldn't believe how good it felt to have you on top of him, knowing full well that you were the reason behind so many of the problems he had to deal with. yet, despite everything, he still loved you, even if he didn't show it as much as he should. he continued to watch you as you rode him, his fingers digging into your hip while his other hand slapped your ass, urging you to go faster. "if you want to ride me, do it properly." he said with a slight harsh tone, his voice husky.

a broken sob tore from your throat as you felt his cock hit that spongy spot inside you. your head was tilted back and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you rode him, your breasts bouncing every time you bounced on his cock. a bead of sweat formed on your forehead as you rode him faster and harder, your fingers digging into his flesh.

wanderer groaned loudly as you picked up speed, your body moving with a rhythm that only you could manage. his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail as you rutted against him, your breasts bouncing with each movement. he wanted to bury himself deep within you forever, to mark you as his own, but he also wanted to savour this moment, knowing that it wouldn't last forever. as you neared your climax, he pulled you close, pressing his lips to yours and muffling your cries with his mouth as he held you.

you bounced on him hard for the last time before your walls clenched around his cock and your orgasm washed over you, your moan followed, muffled by his mouth as he kissed you open-mouthed. your body shook uncontrollably as you came on his cock, he had to hold you tightly so you wouldn't fall off of him.

wanderer's eyes closed as he felt your body clamp down around him, his own release coming fast as he buried his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you both came down from your high. when he finally pulled away, he smiled at you, his eyes still half-lidded from the pleasure he'd just experienced. he leaned forward, brushing his lips against your ear. "that's my good girl. i think i'm going to enjoy having you as my little troublemaker." he whispered, his voice full of underlying lust and affection.

your cheeks flushed as you smiled shyly at him, your arms coming to wrap around his neck again. resting your head on his shoulder, you said softly, "i love you." he chuckled softly as you leaned against him, his hands running through your hair. "i know you do," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. "and i love you too, you know that, right?" he nuzzled into your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. oh, how badly you wished the school would just blow up so you could spend more time with your beloved boyfriend.

[hitomisuzuya]

hii! can i request foursome with kabukimono, scaramouche , wanderer x reader?? I CANT CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM 😭😭 like reader just had a horrible day and scara n wanderer are just trying not to degrade reader too much ykyk

Foursome. Kunikuzushi is Kabukimono. Scaramouche x fem!reader Wanderer x fem! reader Kunikuzushi x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Praise. Wanderer briefly receiving. Cunnilingus (Kuni giving)

I got you, anon 😳❤️

Scaramouche, being as greedy as he is always insisted that he be the first one inside of you. His hands were on your waist, guiding your pace as you bounced on his cock. His thumbs gliding underneath your ribs made you shiver, louder moans tearing from your throat as his cock kissed firm and accurate into your sweet spot.

The way he was guiding your pace made sure you felt every nudge as it stretched your sensitive walls apart. Smirking, he folded his hand around one of your breasts, your back arching as he pinched your nipple to harden between the pads of his fingers.

"What a little cock drunk slut," Scaramouche degraded, groaning in pleasure as your walls squeezed around his cock.

Wanderer put a hand on your chin, turning your head so that you would look at him. "Little whore is even drooling," He cooed, smearing precum leaking from the head of his cock on your lips.

He laughed as your tongue darted out to lick the tip. He pushed it past your lips, his cock pulsing as you sucked. You'd had a hard day, and the only thing you wanted to do was relax and focus on pleasing them. He stroked a hand through your hair, slowly pumping the head in and out of your mouth.

You vibrated a moan on it, your body twitching as Scaramouche thrust up into you. You felt the tender, loving fingers of Kunikuzushi rubbing your clit.

Wanderer took the head of his cock out of your mouth, seemingly sensing you were about to cream on Scaramouche's cock. He wanted to hear your near scream of pleasure as your orgasm hit you.

Groaning, Scaramouche held you down on his cock, cum suddenly ribboning inside you. "Fucking cum, slut," His hands tightened on your waist, taking your breath away a little as your orgasm broke over you.

"Now now, don't think you two should ease up a little bit," Kunikuzushi continued to play with your clit to nurse you through your orgasm. Ignoring the glares from Scaramouche and Wanderer, he gently lifted you off Scaramouche's cock. "Just look at well she was taking your cocks."

Positioning you on your back, Kunikuzushi spread your legs. "She deserves to be praised," He licked long lines up and down your cunt, slowly swirling his tongue around your clit.

Kunikuzushi held your cunt against his mouth as you bucked your hips up to grind against his mouth. He whimpered with need, content to rut against the mattress. Your pleasure was his first concern.

Your hands found the back of his head, your legs shaking as prodded his tongue as deep inside of you as it could go. He always got drunk fast on the taste of you, dragging it out as long as possibly could until he could taste your cum. "What a good girl," He moaned.

You writhed on the bed as he lapped up your release, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt. "Kuni, Kuni, Kuni," You whimpered.

Wanderer crawled between your legs when Kunikuzushi could bring himself to take his mouth off your cunt. He took both of your wrists and trapped them in his hand above your head. "Fuck you feel so tight," He groaned as he pushed his cock inside of you. "Show me how well you can take my cock," He bottomed out the rest of the way, your walls squeezing around his cock as you cried out in bliss.

Kunikuzushi swiped his thumb underneath a tear that fell from your eyes. "You look so pretty when you cry."

[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.