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wxlfhard · 5 days ago

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon, gun kink ( gun fucking ), depictions of car wrecks / injuries, mild humiliation / degradation, use of the word rape, what a strange encounter lol. all characters featured are aged 18+

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act five [ object stimulation ]

your heart was pounding hard against your ribs. right foot pressing down on the pedal. the engine revs louder, practically roaring in your ears, and the photo-white sports car tore down the dark asphalt. the road was slick, and the windshield wipers worked furiously to clear your few of the rain that seemed to pour endlessly from a hole ripped in the night sky.

this wouldn’t have been your first pick for a low profile— a foreign car that most people could only dream of being able to afford, but it was the only one that was unlocked. the only car with the keys in the visor, that fell quite literally into your lap when you flipped it down. but, you still needed to disappear, and the owner had most definitely reported it stolen already, so you avoided main highways. you kept the headlights off, and sped through the darkness on the least traveled backroad that you could find that would wind its way, lacking streetlights and attention, towards the airport. you knew very well that you’d have to abandon the car about six kilometers from there, and hoof it the rest of the way, but you still had a ways to go. twenty kilometers, maybe.

your mind had been so scrabbled with thoughts of escaping, starting a new life, and putting this one behind you that you hadn’t even turned on the radio. perhaps you should; it probably would’ve eased the stiff tension, but you’re grateful you hadn’t. that way, you were able to hear a low growling. one that was approaching from the rear, gradually growing louder. your eyes flit from the hardly visible road to the rear view, stomach twisting into knots as you saw twin lights behind you. still a ways back, but it seemed as if they’d appeared out of thin air.

sucking your lower lip into your mouth, your brows knit together and you press harder on the gas. RPMs slightly bumping up, the roar of your own engine exploded through the night air and you could see the headlights behind you dimming. you felt a wave of relief wash over you— but such a thing was short lived.

because the vehicle tailing you also snarled and sped up. the headlights grew brighter and brighter the closer it got, as if being reeled closer and closer to your bumper, and you felt your stomach flip over when the headlights flickered brightly, twice.

this was a chase.

the cops!

“Shit, shit, shit!” you hissed to yourself, pressing your foot down further. you could feel the floorboard on the other side. even as you gripped the steering wheel tightly, you could feel the wobble. with the roads so slippery, and the winds from the storm so fierce, Mother Nature threatened you with a crash. you’d never driven a car that would go this fast, either, so experience was not on your side.

still, you were determined to get away, and there’s no way in hell that a squad car could keep up with this speed… was there?

your heart sank to your stomach as your pursuer stays right on your bumper, headlights nearly kissing it, with ease. how was this possible?! with your anxiety turned up to one hundred, and no more pedal to stomp on with it pressed all the way to the floor, you stared back at the pitch blackness before you, trying to keep the car between the ditches at the very least as the wipers pushed a waterfall of diamonds that obstructed your view around the glass. the car moaned and swerved, and your fingers clamped harder around the wheel to attempt to keep her steady, but nothing could compare you for what came next.

speeding by the yellow sign so quickly that you almost didn’t see the hairpin curve warning until the silver guardrails sparkled from the blinding rays in your mirrors. no, no, no! you wanted to scream it out, but you hadn’t the time to form the words before fires were squealing, the unfamiliar car protesting with a stubborn swerve. you took a stupid chance and looked into the rear view once more, in hopes that the hunter on your ass wasn’t able to maneuver. only to find that, instead, the driver had sped into the middle, straddling the divider, with their headlights parallel to your back tires. it took you a moment to realize what the car intended by getting in this position, but by the time you had, you had no time to brace for the impact.

CRUNCH!

in the blink of an eye, you were spinning. your hands slipped from the steering wheel and instead attempted to shield your face. the speed at which the smallest bump sent you spiraling was sickening. your stomach leapt up to the base of your throat. after what seemed like an eternity twirling, the car collided into the silver barrier. the impact slammed your head into the window beside you, you felt it fracture from the force against your temple, and the sudden pain causes a blackout. your vision went dark, and rubies dribbled from the wound by your hairline.

sizzling.

no, hissing. you force your lids to give way, though they feel as if they each weigh a ton. clouds of thick, gray smoke bellows out from beneath a crumpled white hood, marred by thick, black skids. your eyelids droop, and you slump against the window. it wasn’t shattered, but breaks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact where you lay. your breath, albeit labored, is the faintest sound you hear. a car door catches your attention. one that slams. and then slow, steady footsteps. boot soles crunching over broken glass. getting closer. everything within you is screaming to move. to fling the door open and throw yourself out onto the asphalt. to run. crawl if you have to. but you’re too disoriented. nauseous from the spinning. dizzy from hitting your head. you can’t muster enough control over your own body to move it.

and you don’t have to.

the latch on the door clicks, and suddenly, you’re poured from the driver’s seat out of the car. your seatbelt must’ve snapped— or, perhaps, you’d never buckled it when you got in. you couldn’t remember right now. your head swam, and your writhed on the ground, flipping over on to your back. rain splatters cold on your face, and drenches your clothes, sticking your top to your curves, running down your bare legs as you try to pull them up into a bend. “Ggg…gh…” it’s nowhere near a coherent word, but a gurgle as your eyelids flutter. raindrops blurred your vision whenever you attempted to open them completely, but you could see a smear of white looming over you— just the right size to be a person. but not one wearing any sort of uniform. on the contrary, he must’ve been wearing a trench coat. white, because the rain had begun to sink through it, as well. giving it a translucent appearance around his shoulders and biceps. “Ah— are you a cop…?” it was the only thing you could ask, perplexed by his appearance. golden hair, piercing blue eyes, and his lips were in a thin line, unbothered and distant.

“No.” the answer is so abrupt that it catches you off guard, even in your dazed state, and you peer up at him, perplexed, as he slides a slender hand into his coat, fishing around for something.

“Then, why did you—“ your breath catches in your throat when a sleek, black barrel is staring back at you, inches from your face, water careening off it. “Sh— shit…!” you’d never expected a gun, and most certainly not a machine gun. how the hell did he get his hands on one of those?! “Don’t!” your hands fall back against the cold concrete in complete surrender, your body as flush to the ground as you can make it, your hazy gaze trained fully on the gun that hovers just in front of your lips. if you were to try and sit up, you would kiss it, so you stayed still, except for the involuntary tremble that washed over your cold, dripping body.

“You’re a pathetic, quivering excuse for a car thief,” he replies, pushing the barrel close enough to graze across your lips. you whimper and turn your head, closing your eyes tightly, expecting any moment for a bullet to come blazing out from the gun’s depths and tear a hole through your skull. he must be the owner of the car, you deduct, even in your fear-crazed mind. “Aren’t you sorry?” he taunts, the barrel tracing the line of your jaw. “Look at what you did to my car.”

the rain is pounding down on your face so hard that his soft, almost monotone voice is all but inaudible. you squint against the dribbling into your eyes blurring your vision, staring at the crumpled up soda can that was once a dazzling sports car. oh, shit. your stomach churns, your legs shaking as you push your feet on the asphalt. your flip flops slide against your soles, the throng threatening to slip as you try to squirm out from underneath the gun. “Yes!” you chime with a broken mewl, nodding vigorously. “Y—yes, I’m so… so, so sorry! Please, please, I’ll pay for the damages—“

he laughs out loud. throwing a soaking, blond mop back and bellowing out to the crying clouds. “You will, will you?! With what cash??” he was still chuckling when his sapphire gaze falls back upon you, wild and sparkling even in the dark of night. it nearly ceases your heart in your chest at just how… wicked he looked. taking a step closer, his boots crush small pebbles and shards of glass as they plant themselves on either side of your feet. the barrel lingers on your face for only a moment longer before it descends, dragging along the neckline of your dress, tugging it down to expose one of your breasts. his eyes follow the gun’s lead, drinking in the sight of your mound glistening with rain and a pert, stubborn bud. “Are you hiding hundreds of thousands under that dress of yours?” the barrel circles your nipple, causing your back to arch, and you chew on your lower lip, giving a sheepish shake of your head. “Then how will you pay me back?” he asks, his eyes drifting lower than your chest, and settling on the way the rain drenches the bunched up fabric of your skirt on your crotch, outlining your hips and your clenched thighs, creating a pleasant Y.

you weren’t stupid. you knew what he was implying, and you thought you knew what he wanted from you. hell, you would’ve given it to him, too, if that meant he wouldn’t kill you over this damn car. “I— I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want…” he hums, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he considers the offer. careening the barrel of the machine gun lower, it peeks underneath your skirt at the knee, and with a little push, he’s nudged your shuddering thighs apart and pushes the end against your panties— a flimsy resistance. you grunt at the discomfort ( and fear that the slickness of the metal might cause his finger to slip ), but stare up at him with a pleading, helpless gaze. “Do you know what I want from you, little mouse?”

you shook your head, trying to play coy and innocent, which elicits a scoff from the armed man.

“I want to hear you beg for your life.”

your heart drops into your stomach, “W—What?”

“You heard me,” he replies, as if it were the most normal request in the world. “Beg to live. If you sound pathetic enough, I might even grant your wish. After all, I have a soft spot for strays.”

“Please! I want to live,” you start, your heart thumping harder against your rib cage. you still couldn’t move from your back on the ground, and your head was spinning with all the possibilities of how this encounter could end. your voice broke as you pled for him to show you mercy. “Please, please don’t kill me, I will do whatever you want… !” in a deft motion, the barrel slips beneath your wet panties, and runs slow, taunting laps between your netherlips as you speak. you have to swallow the saliva pooling in the floor of your mouth. you wanted to be sick at this unfamiliar sensation of cold metal heating up as he coats it in your slick. “L—let me prove it, please. I will prove it to you. A—anything!!” his eyes flicker up to yours, and a dubious grin etches his lips upwards as he gives the gun a little push, and the barrel slips inside of you. your back arches off the ground, and you clench your teeth with a light hiss, knitting your brows together. “Nn…ghh?”

but he only seems more overjoyed with your discomfort, pumping the first, few inches of the barrel into you with slow, deep thrusts. “Take it,” he ushers, golden tendrils glowing like a dripping halo stuck to his forehead. “If you want to live, you’ll take it just like a cock.”

one of your hands presses against the asphalt, whilst the other starts to reach between your legs, stopping against your belly. you couldn’t pry it out of you without upsetting your assailant, so you clench your fist against the fabric of your skirt, feeling how heavily saturated with water it was. “Fff— fuck…” there was supposed to be a you after the expletive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the insult. though you were scared of angering him, you were also trying to push past how unnatural the hard metal felt sliding in between your spasming, spongy walls, unyielding as it barreled into you at such a steady pace. he didn’t speed up or slow down, keeping the same rhythm, even as your arousal started to build ( much to your dismay ) and you began to squirm and rock into it. he seemed almost… robotic. as if he could fuck you with this gun all night.

“Your cunt’s getting slippery.” he notes, matter of factly. it made you cringe, the way he announced the state of you as simply as if a check engine sign had flashed up on his dashboard during a long drive, and he pushes into you with a little more force, sliding another inch inside in the process. the solid edge punches at a sensitive nerve bundle, and your breath catches in your throat, killing a helpless yowl. “You’re starting to like it. Sick. You must be completely deranged.” but he was grinning like the cheshire cat as he teased you, the strap that would’ve been hooked on his shoulder slapping against his waist as he drills the weapon into your tender sex. “What’s next? Do you want to cum with your pussy stretching around my gun?”

you want to say no. jesus, you want to scream it. however, the look on his face tells you all you need to know. he wants you to. maybe just for the sick thrill of it all, not even for his own gratification. so, begrudgingly, you nod, and he howls with laughter again, like a happy hyena. “Beg for it, then.”

your jaw works, your couplet almost unable to form the words. the fucking he was giving you was numbing your mind to a point, the repetitive, deep prodding of metal into your guts made them twist into knots. “P—please,” you hiss against clenched teeth, your eyes helpless and doelike. “Please can I cum on your…. On your gun?” as much as you didn’t want to, you humped into his movements, driving yourself closer to the edge as you rasp out the plea.

he doesn’t answer, not verbally, but the way he jams the weapon into you with more precision, aiming specifically for that spot that made your muscles clench, you know he’s telling you ‘go on. do it.’

and surprisingly, it doesn’t take long.

a couple of ragged breaths and whimpers later, and you were overcome by an orgasm that seemed more aggressive than any you’d had before. like it wasn’t the making of your own body, but this stranger had created it simply to torment you even more than violating you with a gun could. you trembled and groaned, rolled against the wet ground, smearing dirt and grime across your skin and your clothes before you came to.

meanwhile, he seemed overjoyed. with a pleased sigh, he withdraws the barrel from your sex, and waves it around, admiring the slick coating that makes it gleam. “Deranged and messy,” he murmurs, before aiming it at your face again, but this time, he drags the barrel that smells like your lust across your cheek, tilting your head up to stare at him from your helpless bed of concrete and broken glass. “You like to ruin my toys, don’t you, little mouse?” his voice is dangerously low, and he hisses with a devil’s edge. “Give it a kiss and say ‘thank you, Ryo, for making me a messy, little rapedoll.’”

your lips are moving before your brain catches up, planting a kiss against the barrel. you have to stop yourself from allowing your tongue to loll out and swipe a taste of your pussy from the metal. rain flooding your open mouth as you gurgle out, verbatim, “T—thank you, Ryo. For making me… a messy… little… rapedoll.”

“Mhm.” he hums, slipping the gun back under his drenched trench coat before taking a step back to admire his handiwork. “That snatch of yours will make whoever picks you up off the side of the road a happy man.” that was the last thing Ryo said to you, before he turned on his heels, his boots stomping back to his vehicle. you’d already closed your bleary eyes when he revs the engine. tires bark close enough to you for you to feel the heat and smell the burnt rubber before the vehicle speeds like a bullet into the dark, leaving you alone and broken, replaying what happened to you over and over.

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Scaramouche x F!Reader

Overall —> Scaramouche and you have been dating for sometime, his big ego is something you can’t get over which often leads to arguments. He clearly expected you to apologize but why would you when he started it? Make up sex it is then!

WARNINGS: Smut, makeup sex, slight toxic relationship dynamic, p in v, dacryphillia, begging, oral( fem receiving), rocky relationship, pet names( ex. Sweetheart), lwk too romantic to be canon scara, scara having a big ego, did I mention? Scara being an asshole, teasing, Dom scara⁉️

The room filled with heavy breathing, the dim light of the moon shun through the bedrooms window. And there you were again, back in the same bed yall shared.. with him.

Scaramouche’s eyes locked onto yours as his fingers skillfully found themselves in the hem of your pajama pants, no words in this moment was needed. You could tell he was just as pissed as you were, usually small arguments with you guys turn into big ones.

You both had different ideals and goals so how did you two end up together..? He could see himself with no one or atleast that’s how he thought, his lips finding the crook of your neck as he planted soft kisses here and there.

While you..? You could’ve seen yourself with anyone but him. But you weren’t with anyone but him, you were with him and what didn’t help was the kisses on your neck drove you insane, almost made you forget about the harmful words you two spat at each other hours prior.

You’re like a lost puppy, you didn’t even take note that he pulled your pants down until the cold, chilling air hit your lower body. He removed himself from the crook of your neck just to plant aggressive kisses on your lips as his hand held your face in place, with the position you two were in you found his knee nudging your thighs apart. His tongue darted out to swipe against your lower lip, clearly pleading for an entrance, to taste you.

Who were you to deny? You parted your lips obliging to his request. The sloppy kissing lasted for what felt like hours with short pull backs for both of you to catch your breath, suddenly the silence was broke, “You should apologize first.”

His tone was certain, implying he was speaking about the argument earlier. He started it so why should you apologize?

“You started it, I don’t see why I have to..—“ Your words were cut off by one of his fingers teasing you through your now slick panties. He was always so sneaky.. how could you not notice that his hand moved down there that quickly..? Pathetic on your part.

He let out a huff of frustration at your disagreement, his finger pushing adding a little pressure which caused you to squirm. Did this man see no wrong in his actions? Does he have to be right all the time?

“You don’t have to apologize with words and I don’t either.. it seems my touch is a mere apology to you.” He snickered a bit looking at the wetness of your panties, the way the wetness slightly coated his finger. It was like he was toying with you.. and he was!

He finally moved his hand leading to the hem of your panties as he pulled those down, fully exposing you to him and again there went the snickering and laughing. “You’re clearly mad at me, but is ‘she’ mad at me?”

It was clear he meant between your legs, you glared at him. If you didn’t love him and was just as needy you would’ve closed your legs right then and there to prove you were still pissed.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” He said answering his own question as he shifted on the bed, his face was now between your legs. His face mere inches from your dripping cunt, he stared it down like he was witnessing pure art. Scara let out an exhale which caused you to shiver from the feeling of it between your legs, he started at your thighs.

Nipping at them then to replace the tiny feeling with kisses that would, in your mind, last forever there. Slowly working his way up again, once reaching your cunt, his tongue licked a long path up along it. Instinctively your hips bucked from the feeling, your small whimpers. The ones he always took note of, even when you thought they were for your ears only.

They encouraged him to continue lapping at your dripping sex, now a mix of your arousal and his saliva. The taste of you on his tongue drove him crazy, between licks he stopped and placed kissing on your cunt like a declaration of his love to you and your cunt. His lips found your clit where he gently sucked, feeling your hands reach down and grasp at his indigo hair. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge by every passing moment and lick, he was down there like he was in heaven. At this point, you would’ve thought he enjoyed it more than you.

You were panting and could barely keep your eyes open, his name escaped your lips like a prayer as the sensations overtook you. Suddenly you felt it, you felt yourself coming down, eliciting a sharp gasp out of you, both you and he knew you enjoyed every ounce of his touch.

He stayed between your legs for a bit, riding you through the feeling before pulling away and licking his lips like a starved man. “Are you still mad at me..? Because I’m not mad at you.” His tone was matter of factly as he stood up straight discarding his upper garments, slowly like he was on display for you and oh, did your eyes wander from the plains of his chest to where his hands landed.

His hands were already ready to take the next piece of clothing off, “No I’m not mad at you, scara..” your voice came out in short gasps, you were still trying to catch your breath from what just happened.

Your eyes didn’t leave him once so ever, it felt painfully slow the way he took his clothing off. It was killing you and your cunt on the inside, once his clothing was discarded it was clear were your eyes were. They were practically glued on his cock. The fact it still amazes you no matter how many times you’ve laid down with him throughout your relationship, you could almost memorize every vein if you were being honest.

And again, for this moment, no word was needed. You both were eagerly as needy even when he tried to hide it, he couldn’t anymore. You already laid back on your back, you knew the routine like it was essential, the weight of the bed shifted as he got on top of you, his cock positioned right where you need it. He pushed his hips just enough for the tip to tease your entrance, your eyes watered at this feeling, oh, how you needed him so bad.

He noticed and who would he be if he didn’t take this moment to humiliate you.

“Beg.” His words echoed through your ears, you hated when he acted like this because shame always fueled your body. You tried to rut your hips into his which to your dismay one of his hands came down holding your hips in place to stop further movement, “Fuck..- fine.. please..” those words were music to his ears but not good enough for his ego.

He had that stupid smile on his face as he looked down at your messy form, his hair infront of his eyes a bit, “That’s not good enough, sweetheart.. come on.. you can do better than that for me..” he cooed, you would’ve thought it was a statement if it wasn’t scara, clearly it was a demand to do better.

“Please.. I need you so bad right now..“ you were on the brink of more tears wasting from the games he was playing and that did it, seeing one more tear slip plus your pleads? His hips moved in one quick motion as he filled you, your moans were everything to him.

His pace was fast and deep, it was obvious he needed this just as much as you did. The same hand he had on your hip didn’t falter instead it dug into your skin enough to hurt but not make you yell in pain, which would probably leave a nasty mark in the morning. Your hands found his face, he wasn’t big on touching especially on his face but when it was you? It was fine. The room filled with sounds of skin on skin and his huffs mixed with your moans and incoherent beggings for him to go faster.

Your nails dug into his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks, he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. Every touch from his body on yours ignited your yearning from him, each thrust of his hips made the tip of his cock kiss that special place in your velvety walls drawing a mewl from you.

He could tell you were close again from the way your walls spasmed around his cock, the way your back arched, your mouth agape in the most prettiest way, and your eyes screwed shut. He even found his thrusts and pace faltering, he kept his eyes locked on your face. Just the thought that you were the only one who could see him like this spurred you on, your walls clamped down on his cock as you came.

Your panting and ragged breathing didn’t cease as he realized your hands that were once on his shoulders down rested on the bed sheets, he took the opportunity.

His thrusts abruptly stopping which confused you until he propped your legs up on his shoulders, this position allowing him to go deeper. This position made you feel full and if you didn’t know any better you felt like you could cum again for the third time… This time he seemed like he was close, his hip movement became more sloppy and faster, his eyebrows furrowed, while his eyes were half lidded with lust and adoration. Your eyes met his for a brief moment and even the look in your eyes caused him to falter in his actions, your voice was hoarse from moaning all night and your walls fluttered around his cock.

You were exhausted, your tear stained, face all from pleasure.

His movements slowed as he came, painting your walls with his seed. He stalled for a moment before laying on top of you laying his weight on you. Both of your body’s sweat covered and sticky, he then spoke, “We never clarified if this counts as a proper apology from both of us..?”

You couldn’t find the words to speak only nodding as one of your hands found his hair, your fingers ran their way through his hair.

Originally posted on ao3 by me!! @-Wxlfhard!! Please respect my work and do not steal it since it’s been a while since I’ve written and I wanted to try again.

#scaramouche #smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #genshin impact x Reader #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #@-Wxlfhard #established relationship

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