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I want Scara’s thighs squeezing my head while I eat him out :(( want him to tangle his hands in my hair and tug on it while I lick and suck at his cunt

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Pspspsps...send me genshin thirsts pretty please ♡ any adult character is fine

i want scara to breed me full-

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Me too :( He’s so possessive and this is just another way of marking you and claiming you as his. He holds you impossibly close, arms squeezing you tighter and tighter as he thrusts into you with no mercy. He leans in close to your ear and you can hear him panting softly before he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m gonna cum inside you...gonna fill you up with my cum...” He lets out a breathy laugh “Ha, yeah? You want that? I’ll give it to you...”

omg okay so kazhua and scara are the type to be so so passive when they’re alone but they fuel each others ideas to a point where it’s terrifying. they’re both at a at a party one night and see you from the corner that they’re taking up. they saw you in a couple classes and now see you talking to kaeya dumbly flirting with him. they rile eachother up to the point of just slut shaming you for even thinking about being with a person at a party let alone someone like kaeya or even worse childe. once you leave kaeya you gradually walk over to the two which confuses them but they take the chance to corner you. kazuha asks what you’re doing coming near them and that being close to them might ruin your picture perfect reputation. you try to explain that they are just beside the hallway that is near the bathroom but scara takes your chin in his one hand and blows smoke in your face asking if you want some. they end up getting you to smoke with them which was funny cause you were already flustered cause the smoke was hard to take in but kazuha also had you sit on his lap so he could roll you a blunt that has something softer for your ‘palette’. soon enough your flushed against the two as they take turns kissing you till you loose your breath and then grabbing and sucking anything they can. both their eyes land on kaeya as they continue mischievously. they’re gonna have fun with you. -degen anon <3

screaming. i wanna be passed around like a blunt between them, it's so unfair that they're not real and hazing me out rn!!! they'll get you all high and spacey before taking you hhhh... they should def fuck you in the bathroom hehe <3

degen anon ur brain is so awooga mwah mwah mwah !!! gonna reread this a million times ehe.

𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊

➸ Scara needs your help (Aph) (NSFW)

Scenario:

Scaramouche has been away for the past few days doing an undercover mission, and you have been missing him. Once again — they lay on the couch, waiting for him to come home. Unfortunately, they accidentally fell asleep while waiting for Scaramouche. Scaramouche finally came home feeling tired, and stressed. He has been injected with an aphrodisiac during the mission. He tried controlling himself and resist the temptation of taking {{user}}, but couldn’t help but wake them up for your help. “Hey— wake up…”

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Just a quickie ♡

YALL ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT IM DUJSJCKSJD.

Theres not enough sub wanderer fics around here istg⁉️

Anyways be kind to me and my first smut work because I am a fluff writer by heart👹👹

Tagging my lovely @hitomisuzuya because shes my fellow wanderer lover 🫶🏻

Written by a minor! Just block if ur uncomfortable😁

Sort of public sex, sub!wanderer x gen neutral! Reader, hand job, idk whatelse to write, not proofread

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"You idiot! What if we get caught here! Ah! Mmhm~"

Wanderer covered his mouth, when a not so innocent sound came out of his mouth.

"Thats fine by me" you answered honestly, too focused on painting his pretty neck with kisses and hickeys. "Let's just make sure its an enjoyable show for those who caught us"

The chances of getting caught was high, considering there isnt a lot of private alleyways in sumeru city, but you made the most of it.

Wanderer covered his mouth anytime a whimper or moan of his was deemed "too loud" by his standard.

But that only riled you to take his arms up and pin it above his head.

"Youre doing this on purpose. I fucking know it, you horny bitch" he whimpered, trying to get his arms free before the inevitable comes to play. He acts all high and mighty and doesnt help with his big ego. But it all comes crumbling down the moment you trap him between your arms.

"Aw but you like it though wanderer" you teased, a smirk plastered on your face. "Especially when I do this" you started grinding your knee up to his growing erection, making the man whimper louder.

More soft moans and whimpers escaped his mouth before you stopped. Causing Wanderer to look at you and frown.

"Why'd you stop? You could have at least get it over with and we can finally go home. Hurry up and do it again before I-" his sentence once again got interupted with you suddenly placed your hand on his chest, and slowly drag down to his erection, and under his pants.

"What are you doing?!" He demanded an answer, his race growing red by the minute.

"What does it look like im doing?" You gently circled your finger around the tip of his cock before wrapping your arm around it and started pumping it.

"Oh archons- no- mmhm~ a-ahh~!" He started moaning louder . "(Name) please dont stop! Please dont dont dont!" Babbling nonsense got you riled up more and started pumping his cock faster.

"Wait- no - stop! I think im gonna cum" he started squirming, hands still above his head trying to get them free

"Didnt you say I shouldnt stop? Why are you complaining now? Come on, cum for me my dear" that only made you pump his cock faster than before, catching wanderer off guard and made him release a loud moan and cum all over your hand.

Wanderer plopped his head on your shoulder and twitches anytime you toy with the tip of his cock.

"Lets continue this at home shall we? Im not done with you yet wanderer"

It was gonna be a long night indeed

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head empty thinking about scara with a sensitive neck and collarbone 😚😚

Your neck, my canvas ♡

I LOVE this idea anon! Thank you for submitting this in!

Written by a minor! Block if ur uncomfortable 🫶🏻

Sub!scara x dom gn! Reader, reader is a tease, NSFW, moans n whines from scara, scara says mean stuff bc well.. scara......., slight dacryphilia of you squint, not proofread

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Scara is such a brat you cant help but tease him for it. Being the 6th harbinger was a tough job for the man, and with that, his snarky personality shines the most, especially around his subortinates.

When you both made it official, the 2 of you would recieve confused or uncomfortable looks and even more so shocked ones when you tease the great and terrible Balladeer (subordinates words, not mine)

In public, whenever you would tease him verbally or physically via whispering some erotic things to his ear or tracing your fingers his shoulders lightly, he would frown and insult you "quiet human. Just because we're together, doesnt give you the rights to treat me as your equal!"

You never take it to heart though, because in private its a whole other story.

Soft moans and pants came from the inside of the balladeer's personal chambers. His hand covering his mouth, surpressing himself from releasing more lewd sounds while his other hand was gripping the fabric of your clothes tightly, as if he's begging for more of your touch.

You on the other hand, laid on his lap, lightly grinding yourself upon his clothed girth while marking up his soft pale skin with pretty bite marks and kisses. Whenever you stopped to take a look at your masterpiece he'd whine and drag your head back down to his neck or shoulder.

"P-please dont stop.. please please...!"

He'd moan out, gripping your clothes more and grind up against you faster.

"Oh someones impatient" your voice muffled as you bite unto his neck

"I love the feeling, mark up me more and more please!" More pants and moans came out of his mouth, this time he doesnt bother covering his mouth, as both of his hands were now on you, focusing on pulling you closer to please his sensitive neck.

You moved down to his collarbone and kissed it lightly "how about I start marking up here hmm...?" You mumbled before placing the first mark on his collarbone as if it were a canvas, waiting to be painted on.

"Ahhh~~!" A lewd sound came out from his mouth and tears started to swell up in his eyes. "Oh archons! (Name) thats the spot! Please keep on marking me there!"

"How cute, your wish is my command"

After an hour or 2, you went from marking his neck and collarbone, to marking his waist and inner thighs. There might be some explaining to do when another harbinder meeting comes up.

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Obsessed with ur work ohmygod

May i request :)

How about your bf scara saves u from bullies and when u two get home he fucks the hell out of u to make u feel better about the bullies 🤭🤭

౨ৎ ﹒i love you , don’t believe me ?

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’re so fixated on the mindset of scaramouche not loving you, all because of some insignificant bullies? fine then, let him prove that he loves you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, creampie, marking/biting, fingering, hair pulling, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ hihi , i’ve not had a lot of motivation recently, but i managed to finish this after days and hours of procrastination!

you were currently walking back to your house, hand in hand with scaramouche. there were slight tears in your eyes that slowly cascaded down your cheeks in minimal amounts. you looked at the back of his head, admiring the way his hair swayed in the wind.

he squeezes your hand, pulling you more to his side and you almost stumble over your own two feet. you huff, keeping up with his pace.

your mind keeps glancing back to the situation just a couple hours before. you had practically been cornered up against a wall, having no way to escape whilst you practically got berated for no reason. you only managed to get away once scaramouche intervened, yet he couldn’t have prevent their thoughts from infecting your mind.

were you really not up to scaramouche’s tastes? did he even like you? you couldn’t help but frown, his cold nature made everything seem unreadable to you, so you couldn’t decipher the truth from the lies.

you didn’t even realise you were physically frowning until you felt a pinch on your cheek.

“what’s that face for?” scaramouche asks you, clearly referring to your gloomy expression.

you shake your head in dismissal, shrugging him off and saying that everything was fine. he just leaves the topic with an unenthusiastic ‘tch’.

you both eventually arrive at your home, and you unlock the door shakily before walking in. a sigh escapes your slightly parted lips, and you make a move to return to your room.

scaramouche knew how this went; you’d go up to your room, ignore anything and everything and just sleep your troubles away. so, before you even left his range, his arm darted out to grab you by the waist, guiding you down to the couch.

“talk.” he looks at you bluntly, clearly knowing that something was up. he was too observant, and that was probably the only thing you detested about him.

you fidgeted with your sleeves, before deciding to just come clean. “some of the… things they said… i’m starting to question whether they were true or not.”

scaramouche tilts his head at you, observing every little motion you made. he wasn’t missing any details. “what type of things were they saying?”

“they were saying things like… like how you wouldn’t like someone like me…” your face begins to drop to the ground, before scaramouche almost lovingly grabs your jaw, shifting closer to you and easing you down onto the couch with his body.

he shakes his head, his free hand going to your waist and squeezing roughly. he looks at you with disbelief. “and you were stupid enough to believe them?”

you face contorts into a frown, slightly embarrassed. you were so easily manipulated by your peers, and it made scaramouche tease you relentlessly. however, this time, he seemed quite comforting about it.

he chuckles under his breath at your reaction, kissing your forehead and cheek, before trailing down to press his lips against yours.

it was quick and hard to realise it had even happened. if you blinked, you would’ve probably missed it.

“you’re so naive… so gullible,” his hands move to the waistband of your pants, fingers dipping into the band of your underwear while he’s at it. “do you really need me to show you how much i love you?”

you stiffen slightly as he tugs your bottoms down with one swift go, and you’re shocked at the urgency of his advances. you writhed slightly, feeling him already run his fingers over your clothed folds. you were getting wetter by the minute, your slick almost soaking through the fabric entirely. it immediately makes your face flare up with even more embarrassment.

he begins to kiss down your neck, occasionally licking, just to gauge your reaction. every time he does, you flinch belatedly, almost like your brain was taking twice the time to process all the stimulation.

his fingers eagerly pull your panties off and to the side, only to impatiently shove two fingers inside your dripping hole. you almost instantaneously clench around him, biting your lip as a soft moan escapes you.

“i don’t love you… hm?” his breath brushes the shell of your ear, lips barely grazing the nerves. you felt as if you were on fire as he began to make a scissoring motion with his fingers, stretching out your hole for him. “then, what’s this i’m doing…?”

your breathing staggers, feeling the cold drag of his digits inside of you. you whimper as a response, too timid to say anything in reply.

as his fingers work inside of you, scaramouche begins to palm his growing erection. he was growing hard, simply by hearing your soft moans, whimpers and the amount of slick now coating his fingers. he pulls them out, watching a string connecting the tips of his fingers to your hole stretch out before breaking.

your hips jerk up as his clothed cock grinds up against your sopping pussy, desperately chasing the hot friction. you closely watch him with half lidded eyes as he slips off his pants, revealing his length for you. you were now hyperaware of everything around you, feeling the way he breathed against your neck, the way his hands burned their imprint into your thighs as he spread them. it sent your mind into overdrive, overcoming your senses and making you want more of him.

he rests his hands on your hips, slowly pushing his entire length into you. his lips press against yours, silencing your cries as he bottoms out. the feeling of your cunt immediately clenching down on him so needily almost makes him cum on the spot.

his hips languidly pulls his length out of you, until only the tip is splitting you open, before pressing back inside. he admires the sounds you make, the soft, panting breath escaping against his lips. the subtle way your thighs twitch around his waist makes him chuckle out breathily, the warmth fanning against your face.

his pace eventually speeds up, turning from slow grinds into deliberate slams, evidently making you moan out, each and every single time. he always knew the ways in how to turn you limp below him, the ways to make you crumble weakly with each of his thrusts.

a hand rests on the side of your neck, tilting your head with his thumb to make you look at him in the eyes. you eyes are slightly glassy, and when you blink a fresh tear rolls down your temple. his thumb immediately brushes it away, giving you a soothing kiss on the cheek.

“don’t cry, why are you crying?” he lets out an amusing exhale, watching you open your mouth to speak, but only sounds of pleasure coming out. “i love you, you know? dunno how you’re so stupid to think otherwise...”

his words of affection makes heat swell in your gut, and he takes note on the way your hole clenches and unclenches around him. his eyes teasingly narrow at you, glancing down to observe the state of your folds.

you look down alongside him, but you don’t stare for long as your flustered from how wet you are, the lewd sounds reaching your ears. however, you couldn’t deny the way it turned you on. it was awfully shameful, yet you didn’t have to look twice at scaramouche for him to know exactly what was going through your mind. he knew you too well for that.

his thrusts grow harder, faster, deeper, until your body is twitching and begging for release. he was hitting just the right spots inside of you, making your eyes roll and your fists tighten into his hair. you writhe, feeling an approaching orgasm. it’s almost laughable, how he was able to reduce you to such a sight with minimal effort.

he drags his lips along your skin, letting himself take indulgence in the unmarked skin of your shoulder. he eyes you, taking a fold of skin into his mouth and sucking up multiple marks, until your whole shoulder was his own personal canvas, blooming in beautiful marks of red and purple.

you gasp, head getting thrown back at the added sensations. your eyes flutter closed, a loud whine escaping your mouth as you approach your peak. your hands bunch up and tug at his hair, grasping for anything to keep you composed.

your mind goes numb, riddled with pleasure as you came, gushing all around his cock and coating it in another layer of your slick. a proud smirk reaches scaramouches face as he watches your cunt suck him in impossibly deeper while you orgasmed. he shallowly fucked you through it, giving you time to compose yourself before pulling you closer, pressing his hips flush to yours.

he continued his movements against you, letting his lips brush against yours ever so often. a moan exits your slightly parted lips as you gasp for air, sucking your teeth as he brings back the roughness in his thrusts, not caring that you just came. he was determined to make you cum as many times as possible in one night.

“pfft, ‘i don’t love you’, huh?” he scoffs, looking into your watery eyes with his own lust-stricken ones. “how could you think that shit when i make you cum like this?”

you look at him with a pout, before replying to him with a simple hum. all doubts in your mind have been thoroughly removed, and the only thing in your mind was how good he was making you feel right now.

you whip your head to the right, letting his lips gain comfort in the crook of your neck. his tongue swirls its imprint into your flesh, occasionally sucking just to throw you off guard. every time he does you writhe, making his grip on your thighs tighten.

he pushes one of your thighs up to your chest, bending it and manipulating it to throw it over his shoulder, enabling him to thrust his cock deeper into your sensitivity. your noises gradually increase in pitch, and it’s not long before your cumming around his length again. your body flushed numbly, twitching as the crest of your pleasure washes over you. your head lolls limply, and you try to catch your breath as he groans in your ear. the noise did not help with your arousal right now.

you were exhausted, and you firmly believe you can’t go another round. your legs were trembling in his grip as you looked at him with pleading, heavy lids.

“don’t worry, ‘m almost done…” scaramouche mutters into your ear, breathing heavily as he twitches inside of you, feeling his impending orgasm. his bangs were sticking to his forehead, and he uses your neck to latch onto in order to cover up—what he viewed to be embarrassing—his noises.

he moans into your flesh, before the rhythm of his hips falters and he releases inside of you, filling your walls with his sticky cum. you feel the warmth spill inside of you, your wettened lashes glancing over to his face, which he lifted from your neck with an exhale. you could see the flush on his cheeks and the slight sweat on his skin.

his eyes lock onto yours, and he gives you a smirk. he doesn’t pull out; instead, he lifts you by the waist and sits back on the couch, making you straddle him.

he firmly grips your cheeks, not letting you slack out on your shared eye contact. he searches your eyes, sifting through every shred of emotion shown through your pupils. he pulls you down so your lips just barely brushed, before speaking.

“still think i don’t love you?” he looks you up and down, taking in your spend form. he felt a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of your hole, tightening his grip on your cheeks at the feeling. you wince and end up shaking your head.

“n-no…” you meekly admit, thighs trembling around his lap. “it’s just—”

“forget about them.” he snaps quickly, using his free hand to guide your hips up his length, before slamming your body down. you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head face downward, hair falling to cover your face. he brushes your hair out of your face, roughly squeezing your cheeks. “‘cause i’m not done yet. gonna fuck that brain of yours silly…”

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𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗦𝗜𝗭𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 !

˖˚˳⊹ dick size headcanons part two feat. xiao : albedo : dainsleif : cyno : thoma : scaramouche : dottore : baizhu : enjou x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

xiao whose dick is fucking beautiful, just like he is <3 surprisingly isn't the smallest in that category, slightly above average in length and his tip has a cute rosy tint. He's a grower, 6,2 inches when soft and 7 inches when hard. His girth is on the thinner side with strongly pronounced veins starting from the bottom slightly above his balls, points linear, not to mention sensitive around the tip, get so so shy whenever you kiss it. secretly loves it! <3

albedo whose cock is almost too perfect. Points linear without a curve in sight, not to mention it's girth is above average but slims down around the tip. He's not a grower, 6 inches when soft and about 6,5 inches once he's hard. Has a lot of thin veins run right under the skin and since he's very pale they're noticeable, like a cute'ish blue hue. His balls are soft and very round, loves when you play with them!

dainsleif, whose cock is big and frustrated! it's girth wide enough to make you struggle whenever you try to wrap your lips around him <3. He's naturally above average and a grower. 7,2 inches when soft and once you got him in the mood, it's a solid 7,9 inches. Pretty shape too and spongy against your tongue! curving slightly to the left with a beautiful vein decorating and wrapping against his big shaft!

cyno whose cock still has you whining even though it's smol :(. so angry though! his tip will radiate a swollen red all around and it's sensitive! he's not a grower, 4,9 inches when soft and 5,3 once he's hard. It's his girth that's impressive, he doesn't even realize it nor would he care though. It's already big around the tip but gets even wider around his shaft. His balls are slightly droppy, cums a lot too, can get pretty messy but he wants it that way. <3

thoma who's insecure about his dick! always so scared of being unable to make you cum around his cock :(. It's above average though, but slightly slimmer. Not a grower, 6,9 inches when soft and once he's hard it's a solid 7,3 inches long. very firm and slightly curves to the left. poor baby is so sensitive too! gets way too embarrassed whenever you lick up the big vein that circulates over his shaft so fucking nicely.

scaramouche whose cock may be average sized, but it would never feel that way whenever he fucks into your messy cunt! he's not a grower, 6,5 inches whenever he's soft and 6,9 once he's hard. cums a lot and is messy, a hefty amount too, loves coating your face all over with it and laugh at you <3. His balls are well rounded, thick and pulsing a lot whenever you suck him off.

dottore who knows he's fucking big and owns it. he's so confident and always ready to take you against his desk and the way you squirm is music to his ears! his girth highly over the average with a thick vein popping out angrily around his shaft. Is not a grower, 7,2 inches when soft and 7,7 inches once he's hard. His tip is having a cute red tint to it, pointing slightly to the right in a c shape almost. And his thick balls can barely wait to fill you up! :(

baizhu whose heavy cock is able to fill you up to the brim and stretch you with that delicious ache you're longing for <3. is a grower, 6,5 inches when soft and once he's hard a 7,1 inches. points almost completely linear, though when he's erect it does sway a bit to the right. has a few thin veins running along his shaft that you can very much feel whenever he's got you wrapped around him. Loves when you kiss his tip, it'll make him so shy and praise you in the process. <3!

enjou whose cock is average but with an impressive amount of girth. Loves when you give him head while he's working! So so sensitive around his mushroom tip, it's almost embarrassing <3. He's a grower, 6,1 inches whenever he's soft and 6,8 inches once he's hard. Is always busy but can't keep himself in check either :( his tip beats an angry almost red'ish color but slightly resorts to a soft rosy tint once he cums a lot more on your tongue!

(part one) // tagging: @stygianoir

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fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

#SOMEONE WALKS IN ON YOU !

;feat. xiao, scaramouche, gorou, + zhongli/afab!reader

;contents. nudity, both suggestive scenes and explicit scenes, protective men heart eyes

a/n. HOPE U ENJOY

all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.

requests are open!

! XIAO

the cool water felt refreshing on your sweaty, overheated skin. you couldn't help but sigh happily as you felt all the grime vanish after the long, grueling commission you had been on.

"aren't you going to wash up, xiao?" you called to the adeptus who sat on a rock nearby, looking incredibly bored.

"i will later," he mumbled in response, chin resting on his hand.

"but you're so dirty!" you teased, rising to your feet to step back onto the shore.

your boyfriend scoffed, a hint of a smile on his lips as he watched you towel off, "you think i actually worked up a sweat over some hilichurls?"

you giggled, opening your mouth to retort before the rustle of some nearby brush had you freezing, head snapping in the direction just as a man emerged with a fishing pole slung over his shoulder.

in an almost terrifying flash, xiao was in front of you wrapping your nude body in the towel before casting a glare over his shoulder. his body was tense as he held you against his chest, every instinct in his body telling him to protect you.

the man flushed red at the sight and scrambled to leave while throwing apologies along the way.

"stupid mortals," he spat under his breath before releasing you from his hold, "hurry up and get dressed already..."

you hurried to do as you were told, unable to deny the way his actions had made your heart race in your chest.

! SCARAMOUCHE

"turn," while his voice and demeanor is anything but kind and sweet, you could tell by the way his eyes were glued onto every lovely curve of your body that he was enthralled, "does it fit okay?"

"yeah, it's comfortable," you breathe, snapping the straps of your bra before shrugging your shoulders, "i like it!"

"excellent," he breathes, turning to pick up another set he had picked out.

you reached behind you and unclipped the bra, letting it fall down your arms before placing it aside. he turned back to you, meeting your gaze for a split second before removing the new bra from the hanger.

as he stepped up to you, the door flew open, slamming against the wall. you squealed, wide eyed watching the agent stand there panting.

scaramouche, with his ever fast reflexes, wrapped his arm around your chest, shielding your bare breasts from the unwelcome eyes.

"m-my apologies..." the agent whispered, standing up straight at the sight before him.

"close to door," scaramouche's voice was eerily calm and devoid of emotion, making your own anxiety spike, "don't even think about going anywhere."

"y-yes sir," the agent stepped out, shutting the door behind him as he did.

you glanced up at your lover who had his eyes glued to the door. he continued to hold you against him, covering your vulnerable body even from his own view and you let him, leaning into his chest until he decided to let you go.

and you knew that that would be the last mistake that agent would ever make.

! GOROU

after tireless days away from one another, he finally had the chance to have you underneath him again. and although it wasn't the most ideal, you couldn't deny how much you missed being pinned down with your cunt stuffed full of his thick cock.

"m-missed this so much, missed you so much," he whined, face buried in your neck.

"l-love you so much!" you cry, fingers tangling in his unruly hair, making him groan.

neither of you noticed the two swift knocks on the door until it swung open. gorou shot straight up, eyes eyes meeting the equally startled gaze of the subordinate.

"g-general sir....i...." the flustered man clears his throat before his gaze flicks to you.

a growl broke from gorou's chest before he was covering your exposed body with a nearby blanket. intent on hiding your vulnerable body from the unwelcome eyes.

"keep your eyes to yourself! that's an order! now leave!" gorou's voice reverberated around the room, making the man jump before he spat out a hasty 'yes sir'.

the slam of the door signified his exit and gorou slumped against you, ears pinned to his chest.

"do you think it's important? do you need to go?" you ask softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he shakes his head, meeting your gaze, "this is my leave, i don't have to do anything..."

you were surprised when he slowly started his pace up again but you weren't going to complain when it felt so good knowing you were under your handsome, protective lover.

! ZHONGLI

it wasn't by any means unusual for you to find yourself needy and pawing at your beloved right in the living room of zhongli's house. it wasn't like the man had a plethora of people who privately sought him out when he wasn't at work.

he sat back, hands on your hips for support as you lost yourself on him. his long, fat cock hitting every deliciously pleasurable spot inside you making your brain short-circuit. your pretty body was completely bare as opposed to his fully clothed self, perfect tits cupped in your hands and bouncing freely with your every movement.

you cried his name, head tossed back all while he watched you hump, grinding your clit against him every time. you were leaking, drooling down his cock and making a mess of his pants but he didn't care — this was all for you, he would let you use him until the end of time.

you were so lost in him that you didn't even notice the door opening or the glare zhongli tossed over your shoulder at the intruder. it was cold and cutting, causing the person to freeze where they stood. it was hard to miss you or even pretend like they didn't know what they walked in on.

he tugged you down against his chest to hide your face and breasts from view. his hand cupped around the nape of your neck as you started cum, sobbing and squealing into his chest — completely unaware of the unbridled rage brewing within him as the unwelcome visitor had a firsthand view of you expressing pleasure only he was supposed to see.

@xiax // do not modify or repost

ngl if you were to write the unspeakable things you wanted to do to that little twink I’d read it 10 times over lmao /lh

wanderlust (ruins in the wind) | scaramouche (wanderer) x reader

✦ tags ; afab + gn reader, described to be taller and stronger than scaramouche, submissive!scaramouche (not proper d/s but he's definitely submissive), virginity loss, handjobs, fingering (f!recieving), creampies, cum-swapping, fingersucking, praise, faux sympathy + mocking, overstimulation, reader carries scaramouche to bed and to a bath, aftercare, love confessions but scaramouche is scaramouche, reader is a mercenary and sword user, scaramouche is demisexual coded a lil bit, petnames (reader calls scaramouche sweetflower + brat. scara calls reader bonehead lol)

✦ mild spoilers for the archon quest and interlude + fic is written in scaramouches perspective

✦ wc ; 7.3k (im about to throw up rn)

✦ a/n ; dear god in heaven a stupid twink with so many problems has captivated me. im insane. i want to fuck this emotionally stunted idiot so bad. also scaramouche is in love with reader he is just fucked up i prommy

✦ synopsis ; scaramouche has never really cared for intimacy or romance. he likes the way you lick his wounds.

Scaramouche is not swayed easily. He doesn't not care for the whims of mortal men, or of finnicky human emotions. He doesn't care about justice or injustice, life or death.

And perhaps, in part, this is all because he is empty. Puppets often are, and with his strings effectively severed - he is nowhere to be found except in the corners. Beneath shadows, and under leaves.

It's important to know that Scaramouche doesn't sway easily, and that he desires little. It's even more important that it's understood of him, that this is not something that has fallen upon him easily. This... feeling he harbors towards you - did not happen easily. It wasn't born suddenly. It wasn't like a beating thrum of hearts that perfectly molded into some sickly fairytale.

In fact, implying as much is insulting. Nothing about this affair feels like those pointless love stories people love to drone about.

Scaramouche wasn't swayed by you easily. If he had to make any comparison, it would be like bracing the storms in Snezhnaya. Frostbitten with ice filling his lashes, withstanding a force greater than nature.

He doesn't understand it himself.

Since he's become the Wanderer, he's had a chance to observe life as it moves. The people who come and go he never too gets close to. Every now and again, Nahida will come and keep eye on him.

He isn't lonely. He couldn't be.

But meeting you has proved that he is capable of yearning for something, unfortunately. A meeting of pure chance, of a wanderer and a mercenary. Neither of you committed to any single place, crossing paths to his detriment.

Over and over, like a cruel twist of fate - Scaramouche finds himself in your company. If you're not aiding him in battle, you're cradling his wounds. Pouring salve over them with a bandage between your teeth and a coy look in your eyes.

Sometimes, you kiss the bruises on his knees. And instead of pushing you, he finds himself crumpling under the weight of your touch. It's shameful. Displeasing.

But despite it, his body seems to hone in on your absence. He thought he'd abandoned such things ages ago. His sensitivities.

And yet, he's like this. Tipping his chin up when you call his name, resisting the feeling when your fingers trace his jaw. He can always feel the lingering heat of you, a sharp line from the bottom of his ears to the point of his chin. You relish holding his gaze, sadistically refusing him when he tries to look somewhere else.

Scaramouche tries to resist it. He pushes and shoves and fleets. He loathes it after all. You always pull away if he asks, but that only frustrates him more.

Sometimes, he dreams about you being more forceful. He can't admit it to even himself, waking up in a fit of shame. A hot flash under his skin as his sleep conjures up images of it.

Scaramouche has been nothing but adamant to forget about you.

But again and again and again - your hands linger on him. Brief touches that awaken every nerve in his body.

Scaramouche isn't swayed easily, but when you come to his quarters in the late evening - he doesn't turn you away. He steps aside to let you, and complains when you close the door.

You're together again for a mission. Or rather, the end of a mission - a successful run of intel gathering on the beloathed Doctor has set you in a far-off inn on the edges of Sumeru.

You'd gotten separate rooms per his insistence, but you've come by anyway. Typical, really.

"What are doing here?" He says, voice flat. You chuckle softly as you come in, steel-toed boots noisy with your steps. You sit on this bed with ease, leaning back on your palms as he joins you in the room. He crosses his arms his chest.

"I was bored."

"If you're bored you can sleep instead of pestering me,"

You give him a small smile, making him deepen his frown.

"My energy is up from all the fighting, I'm afraid. " You reply nonchalantly. He scowls.

"And what exactly am I supposed to assist you with? Stop being a nuisance and get out."

"So cold aren't you, Wanderer," You say, nonplussed "Couldn't you be a bit more kind to your dear friend?"

"You've finally lost it, haven't you?"

"No, not yet. You seem like you'd benefit from some release, too. We could always help each other out. Just like always,"

There's something in your suggestion that makes his skin feel like it'll singe if it's touched. He scoffs, turning his head away from you.

"What are you implying?"

You shrug.

"It doesn't suit you to play clueless," You say, half-way between sarcasm and sincerity "Are you sure you don't have any idea?"

The pressure in the room gets more intense as each second passes. He chokes out his next words, lodged in his throat.

"O-of course not. Don't be ridiculous,"

When you stand up, he feels his stomach tense. His whole body feels strange at the sound of your voice. If he has no heart, what's this tension? This pulse so clearly emanating in your body as you stand to your feet?

It's hard for him to be intimidated, but you walk towards him and he feels himself shrink. A slow walk-back until he's stopped. You place your hand on the wall behind him, next to his head as you smile. Your teeth almost glint when you do.

"What was it you always say about truth and honesty?" You lean in and you're far too close. Your voice drops, a whisper in the night.

"W-what does this have to do with that?"

"Everything, of course." You hum. Scaramouche wants to shove you away when your hand cups his face. It's disgusting. He should shove you away.

His knees feel weak.

"Scaramouche," You repeat, face inches away from his "Won't you admit it to me?"

"Admit what."

"That you wish to be adored?" You say with the lightest laugh he's ever heard in his lie "That you want me to adore you?"

He doesn't know what to say. He scoffs.

"You must have some sort of death wish."

You click your teeth at him.

"Nothing like that. I have a very simple wish, Scaramouche. Would you care to hear it?"

He avoids your eyes

"As if I have a choice."

"I want to know what face you make when I've pleasured you."

Everything comes to a halt. His eyes nearly pop from how wide he opens them, mouth open in shock. A noise of indignance leaves him, ready to push back. Only to settle his gaze upon the seriousness in your face. The... hunger so distinct in your eyes that he can't.

"Watch your mouth if you wish to live." He spits.

"I phrased it as pleasantly as I can, so don't shy away from me, yes?" You say, soft and careful, returned to that sunlight he's used to "Have you felt it before? Pleasure? Desire?"

"Be quiet."

"What does pleasure look like on that delicate face of yours? Those sweet little features you hide with a scowl? You've told me your story in such detail, Wanderer," You cup his face, forcing his expression forward once more. Smiling, you rub your thumb on his lip "That you're a puppet. Yet, you're fashioned prettily like some sort of porcelain doll."

"You—you, how dare you—"

"I know what your wandering heart longs for. Aside from revenge, from acceptance - you so desperately wish for adoration. That's what you sought for. From godliness, you wished for worship."

To this, he can't say anything. He curses and spits, but he can't form words to counter you. You've seen through him in this way, and while he cannot face his defeat - he can't counter the truth.

Adoration is such an unfamiliar word.

But memories of the beginning of his life come up, push through him like a thorn in his side. Scaramouche thinks of the moments, brief as they were, when he was cherished.

And something washes over him that he wishes to erase.

"You're flushed. Have you realized it? I can give you your every desire, if only you permit it," You tell him, no longer masking the disgusting sincerity in your voice "But I am not so lawless to force you."

"You're twisted."

"Would you have liked me if I wasn't?"

"Who says I can do anything more than tolerate you?"

"The fact you haven't pushed me far, far away."

For a long time, he's silent. Your stare isn't intimidating. You're not intending to intimidate. The storm of conflict ripping through him, the turmoil—it's his own affliction. He can only shift a handful of the blame on you. He will pretend it's all your fault.

But he's wavering in front of you. Why hasn't he pushed you far away? Why doesn't he want to?

He can't question it. But he can't say it explicitly, either. So he tells you a half-way truth.

"...Do as you please."

The way you brighten up angers him.

"Do you mean it?"

"Don't make repeat myself."

Your smile makes him...upset. Not angry, but not happy. He tsks as you lean into him again.

"Have you ever done it before?"

"So what if I haven't."

"Don't be so defensive. I'm wondering where we should start if that's the case. Have you kissed before?"

He shakes his head and you nod, processing the information.

"Open your mouth a little, and close your eyes."

He frowns, but does as you ask. He closes his eyes and waits for you. Your hands are slightly calloused, likely from wielding a sword. But they're distinctly warm. You wrap around the nape of his neck. He can feel you bend down, inching to him. Time feels like it's slowed down.

"Relax, Scara," You whisper against his lips "Let go."

Before he understands what's happening, he can feel your lips on his. At first, he wants to open his eyes. At the same time he doesn't. It's a simple press of lips to start.

But then you open your mouth. And out of instinct, he does the same. It feels like something then, the deep cradling his lips to yours. Your lips are smooth and soft, and your hand is careful.

He can't keep track once you've begun. He can feel his legs wobble, - hands fisted at his side because he doesn't know what to do with them. As if reading his mind, you take his arm until it's around your shoulders.

"Hold on to me, sweetflower."

"Don't call me that," He huffs, out of breath. How is he supposed to breath?

You smile.

"No promises,"

Before he can protest again, you're kissing again. Deep like before, but it feels different. You pull away more and without control over it, he chases the feeling. He can feel the rigid line of your teeth in his lower lip as you tug on it - just before pushing your tongue in his mouth.

At first, he doesn't welcome it but once he adjusts - he finds himself opening his mouth deeper. He keeps repeating in his head. That he'll stop you. Himself.

But every time he works up the false courage, he's melting. It all becomes noise. He wants to know what your tongue feels like again. Why it's so hot and so wet and why he doesn't like when you pull away.

He wants to know what face you're making so he opens his eyes, just slightly. Lidded, to look at you. And you look... well not bad.

Even without having done this, he knows you're experienced. He can feel how easy it comes to you, and in some way it annoys him.

"Cute," You say as you pull away. He huffs out "You're cute, Wanderer."

"Don't. Why'd you—"

Before he can finish the thought, he can feel your arms underneath his thighs - hoisting him up. A sound leaves his mouth as you look up at him. He wants to be angry, but he's flush at how easily you did it. How strong you are. He wraps his legs around, worried he's going to fall.

"Are you insane?"

"We should do this proper in bed."

He feels you set him down on the mattress, his body indenting in the weight before joining him. The weight of you is... odd. The contact is alien. Scaramouche hasn't experienced it, in any capacity, in so long. But never like this. The brief moments are from you but they're so fleeting in comparison.

He's so aware of all of it. Every sensation, the thick tension in the air as you slot your legs between his. He can feel you everywhere, your arms resting on either side of his head. You touch his hair on the occasion, twirling it between your fingers.

All you do is kiss him and you do so awfully slowly. Deeply in a way where you're exploring his mouth and he feels the fight in him curbing. He can feel something stir in his stomach, blood flowing somewhere he wishes he wouldn't. He convinces himself it's just a physical response. Of course he would react like that, he was fashioned as a human so of course—

Your knee presses to his cock and he stiffens. Eyes blown open as you kiss him like nothing happened. He pushes you off a little, eyes widened and you look at him confused.

"You alright?"

"Your—you touched me..."

"Oh, you mean how I pushed my thigh up? Are you sensitive?"

"Don't push it," He hisses, before frowning "It was...well I don't know. It was weird."

"Weird? That the best you can come up with? You can say it felt nice."

"As if I'd say that."

"You sure? That it doesn't feel nice, I mean?"

You do the same gesture as before. The angle puts gentle pressure on him. Half hard through silky fabrics leaves him biting his tongue, an insult he'd prepared—effectively lodged in his throat.

"Your body is more honest than you are," You say, words laced with amusement "You look overwhelmed."

"You must be daydreaming," He snaps. You grin.

"Having you beneath me sure feels like it" You reply, standing on your knees "I want to see more of you."

He sits up with you, unsure of what else to do. You're gentle in your movements. He detests it. He tells himself that as he sits up, eyes steady on your form. You undress him, first undoing all the intricate ties and knots.

Then your hands creep underneath the white robe that's come loose, Rough skin, filled with heat, that he can feel on his waist. He holds his breath.

"Quite the delicate thing aren't you," You whisper, voice coarse with desire "If I hadn't seen you fight, I wouldn't have believed it."

"Shut up."

It's the best he can do. Because the visual and the sensation is all too much. Your hands square on his sides, eyes looking up at him with familiar mischief is too much and he just wants you to shut up. He covers his face with the back of his arm as your thumb dips underneath his shirt.

You pull the bottom of his turtleneck up slowly, revealing his abdomen. Your gaze is fixed on him, keen in taking in every detail.

"Stop looking so much. You're—."

"You're beautiful," You say, rushed in a sharp breath. You look at him between your lashes and the sarcasm he had prepared dies on his lips. Everything comes apart "Without even trying, you've reached divinity,"

What is he supposed to say to that? He flushes, heat rushing to his face all at once. You tilt your head to one side as you lay him down slowly. His clothes are all splayed, pants low on his hips - shirt pulled just over his chest. Humiliating.

"You like being adored don't you?" You're hardly saying it to him. It's mostly to yourself, in between pressing kisses along his stomach - slowly till you're up to his chest "You always react to it nicely."

"What are you doing?"

"Foreplay," You state smoothly "Normally, I'd get right to it but I don't feel like it with you."

"With me?"

"When you've coveted something, you savor it more when it's finally yours."

You push him up towards the headboard before joining him. Undressing him fully, white robe discarded with the shirt too. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He's lived a long time. It's not like he doesn't know what happens here. At least in theory he does.

But it's different in practice. He's floundering, watching you as you slot yourself between his legs. Stood on your knees, you mimic his state of undress. He's never seen you like that before. There's scars on your body he's never thought of.

He can see your breasts. The shape and softness and swell hidden behind something that pushes them flat. And you take that off too, without thinking twice about it. He's so conscious of it, he can't look away. Your whole body is there. Shoulders and stomach and chest and back and Scaramouche is... taken by it. Desire doesn't come gently.

"You can touch them," You say, noticing his fascination with a laugh. He swallows, pushing himself up with his arm, using his free hand to hold one. He can't fathom the feeling until they're in his hands.

Fascinated, he wants to retract at the intensity. Yet, he wants to know more about it, cursing himself for hundreds of years of disinterest.

"Your intrigue with my body is surprising," You say, looking down at him "I thought this was more one-sided,"

"Not that you've ever been bright, but surely getting this far is enough of an indication of where we stand. Use your brain for more than swordfighting, will you?"

Your grin is so bright it's blinding and he can't stop himself from letting the corners of his mouth twitch up. He pulls his hand away, laying back in attempt to cover his expression up.

""Since when have you coveted me?" He asks.

"Since the beginning." You reply

He doesn't get a chance to ask about it more. You lay on top of him again, hovering slightly as you kiss more. It shuts him up effectively, quietly huffing as you pull away. You go quiet, no longer mouthing off at him, your plane your palms over his sides.

You kiss the corners of his mouth as you hold him - tracing his jaw with feather light kisses. He rests his arms over your shoulders like before, resisting all the sounds that threaten to leave his lips. There's a tear in his cheek from all the biting.

Slowly, slowly like water trickling through a creek - Scaramouche feels your mouth. Your tongue feels like it'll burn him as it trails down his neck. Teeth sharpened on every inch of him. You do it languidly, each part of him attended to carefully. He can feel your lips on his chest, and he stiffens,

But you're not concerned. He stares at you as you fondle his chest, thumb brushing over his nipples and waiting for his reaction. You must be pleased with whatever you see because you start to go in circles, slow and precise rolls of the hardened bud between your fingers.

His body has always been like this. He's gotten used to enduring pain in order to fight, but the sensitivity is familiar. He bruises easily and he used to hate cuts.

But it's different like this. Being so attentive to everything, like the soft fat of your chest pressing against his ribs. Your hands on his back, dipping into his waist band, your mouth and his cock that's twitching so desperately between his legs the longer this goes on.

You slowly tug his shorts from down his waist, until it's just his undergarments left. His cock is hard now. The tip is leaking just enough that it's making a damp circle where it's restrained. Your hand cups the outline, thumb pressed over the slit.

And Scaramouche whines. Never in his life has he felt it. He couldn't picture it if he tried, but he feels it and he whines.

You grin against his skin, a smile on your lips as you touch him tenderly.

"Was it weird this time too?"

"S-shut up, just sh-shut up."

You lay in his side, taking all of it off till he's all bare. His cock is hard, stood to attention. Without a warning, you wrap your hand around the base, craning your neck to kiss his pulse. Your teeth tug on his ear lobe as you stroke his shaft, go agonizingly slow.

And Scaramouche is twitching in your hand. He's so hard and his head feels like there's vines wrapped around his whole body. His hips move without his permission, rutting into your palms.

"Have you touched yourself before?"

"Of course I have, but it's—it's n-not—Archons,"

"It's not like this, right?"

"Hnnn."

Like a body that's never felt pleasure before. Scaramouche forgot momentarily, that he never has done anything in this body. Not pleasure nor pain, like a brand-new weapon. Sharp. Untouched. He has this realization as you fist his cock without any mercy and every fiber in his being is working to stop himself from making a mess in your hands.

He doesn't want it to be over too soon, but you're relentless. He's gasping for air by the time he feels it. Eyes blown open in something akin to fear.

"S-slow down, slow, I - please, slower."

There's something terrifying about being so close. It's the come down. It's the inevitable drop that's going to follow. And even if he'd rather eat glass than admit aloud to anything vulnerable, he is so starved of touch and it's only taken him up until now to know. You feel so good and Scaramouche is so late about it that all he can do is beg you to slow down.

But of course, it's not that easy. Why would it be?

"Why should I?" You taunt, and you're expecting an answer. He can hear that you are and he wants to kill you for a minute.

"I'll—It's going come out, if you just—"

"You can cum, Scaramouche." You say, voice all breezy "I told you I'd give you anything you desire. You want me to keep going, don't you? Even after you cum?"

And then, relenting a little, he shudders.

"Don't stop. D-dont stop, ngh."

"Cum for me, Scaramouche. Show me what face you make."

He can hardly bear the shame as he cums. Like the body of an arrow, pulled so taut - Scaramouche feels all the tension in his body release at once. He shudders, hard, covering his face with the back of his hand and trying to muffle his voice.

Humiliated, he pulls his hand back and huffs. He can't imagine the expression on his face, confirmed by the satisfaction on yours when you look at him. With your free hand, you tilt his face towards you - kissing him one more time until he's chasing your lips.

"Did it feel good, Scara?"

He's in too deep. Far too deep. He feels like he's being held captive by some force.

"...It was fine."

You grin.

"Good boy."

"Shut up," He says, half-hearted and increasingly desperate "Just—"

"Just kiss you?" You tease, as he makes effort to climb over you "Is that at all?"

"You love asking idiotic questions." He says with no real bite. Fed up with being under you, he scowls. The humiliating mess he's made in your hands in covering your palms and he goes to wipe it away

But before you can, you prop yourself up on your elbow and lick your hand clean without even flinching. If he wasn't so embarrassingly turned out, he would've used his vision to blow you into the next room. He pulls your hand away from your mouth, expression dusted pink.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning? You taste nice, Scaramouche," And with the most annoying self-satisfaction, you stick your tongue out "Wanna try?"

He doesn't have a chance to ask because you're pulling him ontop of you again, hair tugging on the roots of his hair and kissing him. He can taste himself, and he winces. It's bitter and salty, but the way you're moaning into his mouth is tricking his body because he can feel something stir in his stomach again.

He pulls away, nose scrunched.

"That was awful. How'd you do that without flinching? What's wrong with you?"

"I've tasted worse. Yours really is pleasant." You say with a grin. He wants to shove you away. He wants to kiss you again.

You take a minute to get comfortable. Pillows placed under you, you lay on your side - gesturing for Scraramouche to join you. He does, of course he does. And he stares at you, frustration and desire and want all culminating to make something awful.

"Do you want to stop here?"

"I don't like owing people favors," He says flush. You give a deep, belly-laugh that makes him want to suffocate you.

"What a bad habit you have with honesty, Wanderer. What do you want to do? Do you wanna try touching me while you get it up again?"

He nods, not even bothering to counter your crass words. Your face softens. And everything has taken a shift from hard and fast, to noticeably intimate. Scaramouche can feel the tension in the air, clinging to his rib cage as you reach for his wrists. You open his hands up, shaping them - before you pull them towards.

It's not brief like last time. It's a full touch, his whole palm squishing the fat between his fingers. He looks up and your eyes are lidded, like you're enjoying. He's trying to remember how you touched him, how to mimic it.

So he gets ontop of you, determined to accomplish something. Just like you minute ago, bodies pressed together. He gropes them both and looks up at you - aware of the differences between you. Of height and of stature. He rolls his thumb over your nipples and you make a sharp noise.

And with a little more confidence, he ducks his head down. Drags his tongue from your clavicle, down the valley of your breasts - teeth scraping the skin lightly. He can't bring it himself to kiss you, but he can bite. He's always been good at biting.

So he bites, gently, running his tongue on your hard nipples. Sucking gently. Watching as your expression changes, the way you swallow around spit the more he does it. Scaramouche may doesn't like losing.

"There you go," You all but coo, and his resolve wavers "That feels good."

His chest aches at the approval.

"Do you want to try touching me? Like, actually touching me?"

He feels something that he wants to bat away. A rush. It sweeps past him all at once. He's never really thought about such things before. About...another persons body. He always thought it wasn't programmed in him. It was another thing that added to his inhumanity. That's how he thought of it.

But this is the first time he's ever felt anything like this towards someone, and the gravity of it makes him weak. He hates that he's weak. He hates how bad he wants to touch you, after all.

He nods, and you grin. He moves so you can take your pants off, and watches as the material rolls down your thighs with a deep breath.

He sits back, between your legs. Helps you take the rest off until you're naked, and watches as you spread your legs. It's not like he doesn't know. That he's never seen or read, but it's so different.

He must look hesitant, because he hears you chuckle form above him, making his expression twist. You snake your hand down, fingers pulling yourself apart. He can see inside. It's all wet, and all soft. There's heat coming off it and Scaramouche doesn't know what to do with himself.

"You can touch right here, my clit. Slowly, like this."

His hands are trembling as he reaches out. His hand resting on your navel, he drags his thumb on your clit in the same way he did before. You shudder, pushing your hips up. He does it again, in slow circles. Thoughtfully, watchin as your body pulses under him. He's so intrigued by it. Nervous to make a mistake and careful to keep the momentum.

You groan and Scaramouche almost pulls away.

"Haah, there you go. You think you can go a little farther than that?"

"Farther?"

"Get me ready so you can put it in," You say with missing a beat. He gasps "If you want to, still."

"H-how do I..?"

"With your fingers. You don't have to go too slow, but don't push it in at once. You'll feel a little resistance but it should be alright."

Reading his face, you laugh before showing him. He watches you, intent. Your hands pushing into your sex, one finger first. It's a well practiced movement. Your brows are drawn together tight as you pump them in and out - stretching yourself out in front of him.

He can hear you take your fingers out, and you gesture him. You spread your legs for him as he comes up to kiss you. He can only assume that's why, but before you can reach - he's feeling your fingers slip between his lips.

"Open up, sweetflower," You pull his lip down with your thumb, pushing thick fingers into his mouth "Thought it was only fair."

"Mmph," When it registers what he's tasting, sweet and slight in comparison to before, his eyes flutter. He's transfixed by it, and suddenly feels his hips nearly rutting for friction. You taste good, by comparison.

He doesn't know whats happening to his head, but he doesn't stop you when you start to move. Fucking his mouth open with your rough hands that he's starting to long for.

"Messy little brat," Your voice is full of adoration, breathy. It's effecting you at least half as much as it's effecting him "You love making messes, don't you?"

He huffs and frowns but he does. He hates to admit it but he's enjoying the coaxing. The petnames, the empty-headed responses. Whatever his body is experiencing is out of his control. Even when it's frightening - when its awful, he wants more of it.

"Look at you drooling all over me," You say, a little meaner. It's that sickly taunting. He's heard you do it tens of times. In interrogations and in arrests "Maybe if you're nice, I'll let you taste me, really. That'd be nice right?"

He blinks up at you, unsure of what else to do. He hears you groan.

"Sometimes, you make me angry enough that I want to be cruel to you," You admit, pushing your fingers out until his mouth is stretching "But other times, like this, you looks so desperate to be loved that I want to give you the world. What should I do?"

His cock twitches hard.

"Your innocence is intact. Cock untouched and needy, it's cute. Would you consider kindness or discipline if I ruined it your purity?"

He pulls aways with a huff. He's desperate.

"Mercy," His voice is hoarse. It's the only time, he'll ever be able to say it clearly "It'd be mercy."

You smile at him.

"Good answer. Come here."

Scaramouche nods. He has to get the angles right. Even after watching you do it, the task feels impossible. He shakes the nerves out of him and watches you instead, focusing on something else.

He's never been to keen on appearances. On bodies and of what makes someone attractive and what doesn't.

Maybe, it's the knowing you. Knowing what you look like half-asleep, and knowing that you're a rowdy drunk and know that you've kissed some of the other people in your platoon and maybe it's because he knows you well enough. But he is reacting, intensely, to the sight of you with your legs spread.

And he thinks that he'd take you in whatever way you asked of him, no matter the fact he'd prefer to die than admit it.

He starts with his middle finger, slow. It's what you describe, there's resistance. But he wasn't prepared for how warm you were. Hot inside and so wet that he hardly has to try to go further in. You moan above him and it's nauseating how much he wants you to do it again.

When he's down to his knuckles, he pulls out and pushes back in. A repetitive motion until there's no longer any resistance. And he repeats the action, stretching you out until it doesn't feel too tight. He feels around, instinctually, committing it to memory because he has no idea where things go after things end.

He hits a particularly spot, different from the rest. Spongier and noticeable, and you choke on air.

"It feels good there," You say, laughing through it "But I'm getting impatient. We can get into another time."

The promise of another time rings in his head loudly as he pulls his hands way. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He watches you sit up, and your expression is flushed and panting. And you're smiling, because you're always doing that.

But for the first time, Scaramouche is relieved and not entirely agitated. He can't believe the state he's in, but the shock can only come later because right now he's vulnerable and dependent on you. For clarity and guidance and reassurance and everything else.

So he's relieved when you're sitting across from each other and you kiss him so innocently. It's terribly tender. When you pull away, you kiss the corners of his mouth. And his eyelids and the place where his ears meet his jaw.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you."

"Why."

"What do you want to hear? The truth or something to appease you?"

"The truth." He insists.

"Because I like you."

He hates how how that makes him feel.

"What was the other answer?"

"To embarrass you."

Being seen through like that is worse embarrassment than being effectively confessed to.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I like you? Isn't that what people usually do here?"

"Would you answer me?"

"Obviously not. As if I would."

You laugh again and kiss his lips. You're so welcoming it's gross. So inviting. So sweet. He resents your generosity.

"Then why would I? Silly question, no?"

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Are you concerned about me?" You say, voice shrill with delight. He scoffs.

"No. But it'd be uncomfortable to see you act pitifully about it."

"I dare not ask for your heart, Wanderer."

"I don't have one, remember?"

"Wherever you hide your longing is your heart. You have one somewhere, deep down. This much, I'm sure of."

"Hearing you wax poetic makes me shiver, you bonehead." He says, failing to put any sarcasm in his voice. You merely laugh again, more soft this time.

"You'll have to forgive me." You say, another kiss but this time to his shoulder and Scaramouche breathes out "Lay down, sweetflower."

The saccharine sweet petname makes him feel a little sick. He lays down, unsure of what to do with himself. From what he knows, it's supposed to be the other way around.

The bed creaks under your movements. Scaramouche watches you closely, as you climb over him. Your knees end up on either side of him, effectively sitting on him. It dawns on him all at once what you're doing. His eyes widen as you place a hand on his chest, your feet over his thighs.

Reality sets in when Scaramouche watches you above him. Like the whole world has come to some kind of halt. Pride, anger, retaliation. All of the parts of himself he's sworn to honor when this is over, burn away to nothingness as he watches you. Your breasts hovering over him, and your palms pressed to his chest and your eyes.

Scaramouche has so much ire for you. He complains about your recklessness and bad habits often to anyone who will spare him time. How you're airheaded and that all you know how to do is wield a sword and drink poor liquor in poor taste.

There'd be nothing more embarassing that falling for someone as stupid as you are.

Scaramouche watches you sink down on his cock. You're deliberate about it, your hand around the base as you guide the tip to you're entrance. He can't even describe the sensation in it's entirety. His whole body gives out the minute he feels you stretch around him.

You're hot inside. So hot it feels like his whole body is melting. Tight enough that he can't imagine the whole thing going in despite the fact he's watching it happen. You lower yourself slowly, inch by inch and Scaramouche doesn't know what to do with his hands. He grabs your hips out of instinct. Gritting his teeth overwhelmed, he groans as he bottoms out.

"Oh, fuck." Scaramouche tosses his head back, groaning. It's guttural and deep, his cock throbbing. A dull heat settles in the base of his stomach.

Every muscle in his body is working over-time trying to keep himself from cumming. He opens his eyes to look at you, the expression on your face twisted in pleasure and the task becomes so much harder.

"You feel so good," You mumble, leaning forward "Haah—Scaramouche, you feel good. Can I move?"

"Ngh, y-yes."

You nod. Scaramouche is transfixed by the sight of you. He hates to admit it, reluctant to submit himself to such a reality. But he's not in any position to deny such an obvious sight. Your always-charismatic, always-charming face is pinched with focus. The arch of your body, the weight of your thighs and the shape of you lit well under the low lights. You are beautiful to the point it's agonizing and Scaramouche can't deny himself the pleasure of looking. Not that he deserves it. Not that he feels he's allowed, but that he can't stop himself from trying to etch it into his mind.

You were always meant to be another alliance of need. Scaramouche needed brawn. Just like he needed allyship in that foolish traveler and archon.

So he can't wrap his head around how he's landed here precisely. How he finds himself underneath you and fucking you, and feeling pleasure from you. It escapes him. It fills his head. He understands it now, why he all the other Harbingers seemed so obsessed with screwing their subordinates.

You bring your hand down between your legs as you find a rhythm steadily. Your fingers rub your clit in hard fast motions, and you're trembling. You bounce on his cock easily, and each time he pulls out - he can hear how wet you are when he pushes back in.

He moans brokenly, throat hoarse and scratchy as he holds onto you for dear life. Struggling to catch his breath. To think anything other than this feels good. Scaramouche wants to cum again, already. He can feel that knot in his stomach, like a rope pulled on two ends and he wants to make a mess.

"You can cum again, sweetflower," You say, noticing the strain in his movement "But that doesn't mean I'll stop."

His eyes widen as you grin at him.

"I'll stop when I get to finish. Make sense?"

Scaramouche knows he couldn't hold it if he tried. He curses at you but the words come out slurred.

"Hngh, 'm it's—I'm gonna—"

Scaramouche cums a second time, harder and faster. It feels like something is crashing into his ribs, whole body seizing tight before he thrashes. His cock is sensitive, releasing inside of you. Thinner than before, he opens his mouth letting out a groan.

Just like promised, you don't stop. You don't even slow down keeping the same steady pace. He's still half-hard but he's so achy. He can't keep up with it, eyes feeling watery from the sensation. He's humiliated and angry that he's about to cry, but he can't form the words to express it.

"What a crybaby you are, Wanderer," You say, voice filled to the brim with affection "Do you want me to stop?"

It's a genuine question, a way out. It kills his remaining pride to shake his head no, but he does. You chuckle above him, so airy like you're not fucking him like this.

"Say it," You repeat, slowing down which makes his heart sink "Say you like it." '

"Fuck you, f-fuck you," And then he shivers as you stop. It comes out as a cry "I like it, fuck you,"

You're so delighted by his response that you bend down to kiss him. You're limp, likely at your limit so your bodies are pressed together and your arm inbetween them. You're touching yourself, using him really - all while kissing him and it's all messy. All of it is unclean and impure and so messy and Scaramouche sticks his tongue out in hopes you'll make it messier.

"Gonna cum," You say, between breaths "Gonna cum soon,"

And Scaramouche can't do anything but brace himself as you do. His whole body is begging for mercy but the feeling you tightening around him is addictive. It's terrible. It's so terrible and lecherous and Scaramouche wants to kiss you again. You moan the loudest you have all night and he shudders as you fuck yourself through it.

When you finally, finally stop - Scaramouche is all but broken from the experience.

"We should shower before bed," You tell him, somehow cognizant "But give me a minute."

"Hn."

__

It's at this point Scaramouche has effectively given up on protesting whatever is happening here. After trying to stand and having his legs give up - you promptly carried him into the bathroom and set him on the counter like some sort of delicate houseplant.

Other than seeming a little tired, you seem unaffected by the whole thing. Meanwhile, Scaramouche feels like he just braced the worst storm of his life and can't find it in himself to recover fast enough.

So he lets you do as you please. Lets you help him into the bath - knees pulled to his chest and face in his knees contemplating killing you just so he can pretend this didn't happen.

But when you join him, humming that same tune from Mondstadt that your mother taught you, he can't find it himself to actually kill you. Maybe this new body has caused him to go soft. Whatever he is, he hates it.

"Sweetflower," You hum, behind him and pouring some scented soap over his back "Lift your head a bit,"

Maybe it's the exhaustion, but he find himself pushing is head back onto your shoulder. Frowning. Pouting. You seem surprised by it.

"Hi there,"

"What's your problem?" He questions, voice full of frustration. You giggle.

"Not sure."

He hates everything. He hates himself for turning around, pushing himself further into you until he's half in your lap - his face in your shoulders.

"If I catch you kissing another one of those idiots you call comrades, I'll have their head."

You freeze before your shoulders shake with laughter. He feels your lips on the top of his head, arms around his shoulders as he comes closer.

"Who should I kiss instead, then?"

"Shut up. Stop asking stupid questions." He says, looking up at you. You laugh a little, pressing your mouth against his.

"Yeah," You agree easily "Stupid question."

(Nsfw) Moonlit Intimacy

Characters: Scaramouche x fem bodied!Reader

Warnings: NSFW-- explicit sex, vaginal penetration, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names (princess), implied cockwarming at the end, Scaramouche is probably softer than he would be lmao, mdni!!

WC: 1.6k words

Note: Thank you for 100 followers! I'm so happy you all enjoy my writing ❤️

Under the light of the moon, outside your shared home, you and Scaramouche were pressed up against each other, kissing as if you'd never felt intimacy before. Hands roamed each other's bodies, groping and grabbing at whatever you could.

While out walking around Sumeru, some random drunkard made a couple comments to you. You brushed them off, but Scaramouche didn't let it slide. He let a few harsh words spill out and dragged you home.

That's how you got to the position you're in right now. You hadn't even made it past the front door when he spun you around and held you against the door.

You manage to break free from the heated kiss, gasping for air. He looked at you, cheeks flushed and breathless. Violet eyes watch your every moment, darkened with the familiar and dangerous look of lust.

"Inside...let's go inside," you manage to breathe out, hands sliding down and grabbing the door handle. The wanderer hums in response, watching you enter the home. He stays quiet as he follows you, taking your hand into his as you lead him back to the bedroom. The moment you're both inside, he's stepping forward to guide you to the bed, tossing his hat to the side.

You fall back as your legs hit the bed, sinking into the cushioned bed. He crawls on the bed, leering at you, and suddenly you feel like prey being hunted down. He reaches one hand up and grabs your neck, applying enough pressure to make you gasp.

"You're so precious to me, Y/N. You know that right?" He questions, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and gathering spit and saliva. You whine, unable to do much else as your lover has his fun. As drool builds up and starts dribbling out the corner of your mouth, he gets his fill, pulling his hand back.

Scaramouche sits back on his legs, working on undressing himself. You sit up to watch as he carefully undoes the ropes and sashes holding his outfit. You bite your lip, rubbing your legs together as you watch him undress, taking in the milky white skin shining under the moonlight. Muscles flex as he slides his arm covers off, tossing them to the side.

He looks over at you through his lashes and his lips curl into a smile.

"Not going to strip? That's not fair to me Y/N," he teases, and you sit up embarrassed. You move to strip, but his hands stop yours.

"No no, clearly you want me to do everything. So just sit your pretty little self still and I'll handle it, hm?" His words make your cheeks darken but you nod, watching his hands slide down your arms and work to strip you of your clothes. They're careful but quick, and soon you're down to your undergarments.

Slim fingers hook under the elastic waistband of your panties and he looks up at you, waiting for you to stop him. You make no moves to slow him down and he pulls them down your legs, hissing at the sight of a sticky string of your arousal clinging to your underwear.

"So pretty, and just for me," Scaramouche murmurs, laying down and adjusting your legs so they're on either side of him. He leans forward and kisses your clit, causing you to squeak in surprise. Instinctively, you try to close your legs but his hands are fast and dig into your thighs, keeping them spread.

"Keep 'em spread for me, princess," he commands, and you nod. You don't get any further prep before his lips are against your folds and his tongue is lapping inside your pussy. Moans tumble out your mouth as his tongue works its wonders inside you, lapping up your juices and exploring your walls. His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and suck, sending your back arching and forcing an unholy scream out of you.

"F-feels good..more please~" You plead. Scaramouche chuckles against your dripping entrance, and you feel your muscles tighten from the vibrations.

"Whatever you want, princess." He continues his focus on your clit, flattening his tongue against the nub. Juices gush out of your pussy, staining the sheets, and the smell of sweat and sex fills the air. You could feel your high approaching-- it was like a coil tightening in your stomach, winding up more and more. It was just out of reach-- like your fingers were brushing right against it. So close...so, so...

You choke on air at the feeling of Scaramouche's fingers curling inside you. They pump inside your fluttering pussy, coaxing more of your arousal out. Your desperate cries fill the room-- the added stimulation pushes you closer to your bubbling orgasm. Just one more push and-

His fingers brush against a special spot and it's enough to send your orgasm crashing down. He quickly pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, and you can hear him slurping up everything you give him. You chant his name over and over, eyes fluttering close. Your thighs tremble and twitch, barely able to keep their upright position. It's like floating on air-- your voice devolves into quiet whimpers, even after Scaramouche pulls away from your pussy.

His face glistens with your juices and he watches you, absolutely enamored by your blissed-out state. His hands slide up and grab your waist as he adjusts himself to be slotted between your legs.

"Hey pretty, are you still with me?" He gently questions, giving you a loving squeeze. "Do we need to stop here?"

You hum and reach up as best as you can-- your hands felt like jello.

" 's okay...keep going. Wan' you to cum in me," you sigh. You watch your lover's pupils become blown out. Your words go straight to his dick and he's quickly working to get the rest of his clothes removed.

He readjusts the both of you and you feel the head of his dick pressed against your entrance. It was on the slimmer side but had a nice vein that trailed from the tip down to the base. Your essence coats the tip, working as lube. One of his hands grabs yours and squeezes while the other grasps the sheets next to your head. In one swift motion, he pushes himself in. You let out a pathetic sob, the feeling of being split open overwhelming you.

When he's fully sheathed, he stays in place, giving you a moment to breathe. Scaramouche watches the slow rise and fall of your chest as you gasp for air. You look up at him through your lashes, clumped together by your tears and tongue lolling out.

"How sinful. To think that I did this to you," he curses, and he rolls his hips, eliciting a lewd moan out of you. "How ruined can I make you, princess?"

He pulls his hips back, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Your complaints are short-lived as he thrusts back into you and begins a steady pace. Instantly, you wrap your legs and free hand around his body, sobbing out moans. The bed rocks and creaks with his movements, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room. He leans down and captures your lips with his, groaning in pleasure.

Your walls squeeze him as the tip brushes against that one tantalizing spot inside you. Every time he thrusts fully into you, your cloudy juices squirt out, coating the base of his cock in a white ring. And when he pulls out, one glance lets you see that his shaft is coated in your essence, reminding both of you how well he was treating you.

That familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching creeps over you-- like waves batting against a wall moments from crumbling.

" 'm close! K-Kuni I'm close~" you plead to him, fingers sliding up and curling in his hair to tug hard. His eyes roll back and he lets out a despicable moan, his lust absolutely evident.

"C'mon princess-- cum for me. I've got you," he manages to whisper. He moves his hand to between the both of you and starts palming your clit, timing it on the off-beats of his thrusts. Your vision turns to stars as you arch into his touches, and the walls come crumbling down. Your 2nd orgasm washes over you, sending your pussy into flutters as it squeezes around Scaramouche's cock.

He doesn't slow down, instead picking up his speed as much as he could with your walls squeezing. Your high was never-ending as you gushed more and more, drenching the sheets under you.

"So good to me...I'll give you what you want. I'll cum in this pretty pussy of yours," he promises, kissing down your jaw.

His thrusts falter a bit as he feels his muscles tire in his thighs. One, two, three thrusts-- and he pushes fully inside one last time, cumming. You whimper, feeling hot as his cum floods inside you. You two stay there, intertwined with each other. You slowly quieten as the aftershocks of your orgasm run their course. Scaramouche absentmindedly thumbs your waist, humming lowly.

"You okay?" He questions, keeping his voice low. You nod, peeking up at him.

"Tired, want to sleep."

He doesn't waste any time, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. He maneuvers you around, still sheathed inside you fully. Wrapping your arms around him, he buries your face in your back, wincing when he feels your insides squeeze him.

"Good night, Y/N."

🙈 It's been a hot minute since I've written smut.

Requests (sfw and nsfw) are open~!

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

Men who use their legs to keep you spread open while they finger you☺️(this is my [short] apology letter for my april fools joke😓) this was based off some chilumi nsfw i found on X. I'll link it later!

Tag ~ fingering, fem!reader(no pronouns),, overstimulation, squirting, mating press, no sex but implied at the end, eating outz, size difference, tit slapping + nipple play,

The way he just snaps you into position with your legs bent away to your shoulders beneath their legs. The way they pumps and ruthlessly thrusts their fingers into your clenching hole, sending you sky high into a bursting orgasm. The tears and drool running down your face says it all. Your trembling hands clenching the thigh of his pants.

You try your hardest to wriggle your way out of his tight leg lock but they're not letting you go till he's finished with you. You've come for the nth time of the day. your mewls, whines, and moans getting high on pitch every waking second. They like seeing you like this; all spread out, puffy pussy sucking their fingers in, eyes rolling up to heaven, and the sweet juices you squirted out onto their hand.

He leans down and licks a stripe of your cunt, you immediately jump from the sudden change of roughness. They tweak and suck at your clit. Their tongue licking long and forceful stripes of your pussy. Their nose pokes at your clit from time to time. Your tongue hanging out of your mouth and tilting your head to the side to hopefully avoid neck pain. You let out a sharp moan and gasp as you felt yourself wet their hand. Your toes curled at the erupting feeling. You are nearly embarrassed about how you've wet yourself. They raise themselves back up to look back at the mess they've made beneath them. That mess being you. Your eyes are so close to closing as you let out soft and quiet pleas for no more.

But as I've said before; he's not stopping now.

One more time at least baby is what they say and they slide their fingers back into you, immediately curling up into that spot he knows like the back of his palm. Their other hand slams down onto your tits, tweaking them in the process. You're so cute they think as they see you trying to escape his leg prison once again. They give you a hearty chuckle and a teasing smirk. Your eyes try to ultimately focus on them but he doesn't stop pumping his fingers into you. Poor thing, it was only 15 minutes in, but it must've felt like eternity for you. Which you hope was the last of, you clenched your teeth and let out a gut bursting orgasm.

He gets up and flips you onto your stomach and removes the rest of your clothes along with his. They aligned his thick, long cock to your sensitive hole. Oh boy, this was gonna be a long day or night for you.

The characters i think: Zhongli, blade, childe, Kaeya, Boothill, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Diluc, Wriothesley, Jing Yuan, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Sunday, and you favs!

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST W/O PERMISSION. DO NOT COPY MY LAYOUT. YOU MAY TAKE INSPIRATION BUT MAKE SURE TO CREDIT ME.

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝...

–tw. Mentioned false information, size difference, dub con, measuring, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampies, slight yan, rough sex, pinned down, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, big cocks, pussy job, cuteness agression maybe(??), this will be ooc for some characters listed, mating press, fem reader,

ღ ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.

He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . “What are you doing?!”. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.

Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.

“I'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.” he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.

“You see where this is?” he points to your belly button and you nod. ”I've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.” he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.

“Considering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.” he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.

“But I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.” he was right about that.

He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.

More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.

You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.

A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.

His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.

Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.

He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. “Wow baby, came on the spot huh?” he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back

You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. “N-noo.. you're too roUGH!” you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.

After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.

His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. “Look at that, wasting my precious cum,” he says with a tsk and shakes his head. “Don't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.” he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.

“And I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.” ღ

CHARACTERS IN MIND: Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Ayato, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Aventurine, Boothill, Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, AND YOUR FAVS

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST W/O PERMISSION. DO NOT COPY MY LAYOUT. YOU MAY TAKE INSPIRATION BUT MAKE SURE TO CREDIT ME.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁! 𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓!!!

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : childe-zhongli-Tighnari-Aether-Thoma-ayato-Kazuha-Gorou-Albedo-Scraramouche-Al haitham-Kaeya-Venti-Heizou

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : nsfw, mention of blowjob and all that goes with it, Dub-con? ( venti ) exhibitionism? ( heizou - Aether - thoma)

𝐚/𝐧 : repost from my old blog. childe part has been lengthened !

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—CHILDE :: ohhhh man. He loves loves loves loves that!!! But he is childe. He'll tease you about this, Sometimes he will pull out his cock and masturbate in front of you without you being allowed to touch it, from start to the end. Look at your eyes that are filled with envy is a whole new kind of excitement for him. Ah but he is also the kind of person who fucks your mouth properly. Grabbing you by the back of the head and making you swallow his cock until it is completely in your mouth. What often makes you pass out. But who can blame him ? Having his dick fully in your warm mouth while your eyes are filled with tears but also with pleasure is a view that him and only him can have.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

— ZHONGLI :: Hear me out. I think Zhongli is an ass lover. When he's lying in bed and a little head slips between his legs to be able to suck him, he stops what he was doing and admires this pretty little ass that rises in front of him. Isn't that wonderful ? Just by looking in front of him, he has a beautiful view and if he looks down he can have another beautiful view of you taking his cock in your mouth. I also think that zhongli is the kind of person who instead of taking by the hair, takes by the ass. He will grab your ass and knead it while going down to caress your thighs. Sometimes he will spank you, not too hard but just enough to leave a red mark.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—TIGHNARI :: Even though making love is good, Tighnari is sometimes just too tired for it. Does that bother you? No. Is it a chance for him? Probably. Because what's better than coming home from a hard day's work and finding your girlfriend ready to give you nothing but pleasure? Absolutely nothing. He doesn't even have to worry about having to clean up after because you swallow everything leaving nothing but your boyfriend's clean cock and empty balls.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—AETHER :: It is quite difficult to find a time where you can have a good time without being disturbed or having to do it in the middle of a forest full of insects. But…for sucking a cock it's much easier. Going under the table whenever you are in a restaurant has become a habit for you. Aether often says that you should eat instead but for you its between his legs that is your meal. Or when he is resting in the infirmary after a fight. He'd like to tell you that you can't do this anywhere or sometimes he feels a little bad that he can't give you as much pleasure as you do. But you're just too good at it and his dick missed you.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—THOMA :: He's such a sweetheart. When you suck him he can't help but be flustered and let out moans. So it's hard to stay calm when with a meal with Lord Ayato while searching a spoon that you dropped, you started kissing his clothed cock . Of course Ayato can see that something is going on and he is not stupid, he knows very well that picking up a spoon does not take that long. But it amuses him that Thoma tries to keep his image in front of him, so he lets it go. Of course, after a while, he will use an excuse to slip away and leave you two alone. Like Aether, Thoma would like to tell you something about it but it's so good so he figures he'll have to practice to keep his calm. (You received a raise when you thought you were going to be fired for not being able to hold back from sucking your boyfriend's cock.)

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—AYATO :: Is a very busy person, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you. So, of course, when he sees you come in, he already knows he's going to have a good time. He manages to concentrate on his work while his fiancée takes his cock in her mouth like an ice cream. If he ever gets frustrated with his work, he can just grab your hair and fuck your mouth until all his frustration is released.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—KAZUHA :: He is a person who moves around a lot, yet he always finds time for this kind of thing. No matter how long you were together, you never found the right time to do it. And of course, it was too embarrassing to tell him. But one day, you got your period just as he came home. At the beginning, kazuha seemed to be understanding and he even took care of you. But he was much stickier than usual and his kisses were more passionate. You finally understood. Kazuha was needy. Isn't that perfect ? Now you have an excuse to do so and you're not going to let it go. Your boyfriend was making your bath when you entered the room. He didn't have time to understand, that you were already on your knees. As soon as you started touching and kissing his cock, he got hard. The moment your lips touched his cock seemed unreal. You could do whatever you want with this pretty cock and you intend to enjoy it. Kazuha, your boyfriend was desperately trying to hold on to the edge of the bathtub. He couldn't help but moan, how could you be so good ? It didn't take long for him to cum under your repetitive licks. The moment you felt his cum in your mouth was like a reward for you. You wanted more...but you had to hold back ! You were taken by surprise, when some time later, he asked you if you could do it again. Awww, how cute he is !

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—GOROU :: You became addicted to it because it was with him. Ears that move while you suck his cock. Or his moans that he couldn't hold back, was like a melody to you. His reaction when you swallow it all or when his semen ends up on you. You loved them all. But your favorite was when you took his cock back into your mouth, now sensitive after cumming. Ahhh…You just couldn't stop. Which was a shame for him, who was really embarrassed.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—ALBEDO :: Albedo is Albedo. He always wants to examine everything even your embarrassing desire to suck his cock. You think you could suck him anywhere and everywhere ? Absolutely not. It wants to see all the reactions of your body while you are doing it. Albedo lying on the bed, you, riding on him, each can see well the intimate part of the other…It's just too embarrassing. Of course, every time you do, you can't help but feel flustered but as soon as you have his dick in your mouth, you forget about it.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—SCARAMOUCHE :: He is full of himself but it is only a facade to hide his sadness of his past. Even if he reveals himself to you a little, it is impossible for him to reveal how good it feels when you suck him. Then you go under the desk. Literally. Thanks to this, your view is blocked and 'scara doesn't need to retain his facial expressions. But maybe he should hold back his moaning, because from below you can't see anything, but you can hear everything. Then you know very well how much he enjoys it.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

—AL HAITHAM :: He is the kind of person who only needs one thing after coming home from a long day. He wants to empty his balls. And what could be better than a partner who loves it ? Nothing. When you walk through the bedroom door in your underwear, it makes him shiver a little. And the moment you get on your knees, his cock can't help but get hard. Ah but don't get it wrong. He will grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth properly. Perhaps a little too much so…. Well… What he likes the most is when you take his entire cock in your mouth. So sometimes you pass out. This bastard has no regrets.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

— KAEYA :: He likes the same position as albedo. It happened that he wondered why you like to suck his cock so much. And he quickly understood. Having your pussy on top of him, that smell that came out of it. It's so intoxicating…He wants to lick it, he wants to lick every corner, he wants to devour it—he wants to eat you. Mmhh, Aren't the two of you a good match ? I think it is. Ah but don't worry, Kaeya also loves it when you are on your knees in front of him taking his big cock in your mouth. Well, in fact in any case it excites him so you can be sure that you will spend a long night.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

— VENTI :: He often comes home drunk. It doesn't bother you more than that. But sometimes it is really naughty, he kisses you with passion, intertwining your tongues, bites your neck and licks your ears. But of course if that wasn't enough, perhaps because of the alcohol, he sometimes rubs his hard cock against you. What can you do ? He needed it, he wanted it, it was almost like he was asking you to do it. So here you are, sucking your drunken boyfriend's cock. Again probably because of the alcohol, he was very sensitive and very frank about how good you made him feel. In the morning, you find yourself apologizing to him when normally he should be the one apologizing for coming home drunk. Venti never understood why, but the day he woke up with his memories of the night before, he sulkily asked you why you only did it when he was drunk and he said that he might as well praise you when he has all his senses.

ʚ━━━━━━ミ♡ ミ━━━━━━ɞ

— HEIZOU :: As a good detective, it didn't take him long to notice how much you liked it. And it is not to his displeasure. As soon as he has free time, or rather decides that he has some, he comes to you to let you enjoy his cock. What a gentleman…Well, not exactly. By dint of doing it there are a few things you discovered that you wouldn't have wanted. For example, when you feel a vein forming on his dick it means that someone is watching you. Yes, he knows it and it excites him. When you look up in panic you see a heizou with a smirk on his face. All you can do is to go back to your seat with tears in your eyes due to the embarrassment.

Scara who ties and gags you up so you won't move as he shoves a vibrator into your hole, leaving you in his room to head to work while the vibrator was buzzing into at low intensity and when he came back, your legs were soaked and dripping with your juices— your eyes teary and face flushed. You weren't able to cum for the last few hours and you needed to orgasm so bad, but you can't even do anything while being like this. He soon takes out the vibrator that was all covered in your juices, and placed it aside— only for him to pull his cock out and push it inside of you. You've been waiting for so long, so relieved that Scara was nice enough to fuck you raw while you're becoming a dumb little mess under him and even after a few rounds, he wouldn't stop even if you were too dumb and overstimulated to even realize how many times you even came. You might have to decide a color on your wheel chair...

•Imagine scaramouche making you wear thigh highs.

•Him gripping your thighs and calling you his little slut.

•Him fucking you while he's holding your hands above your head and degrading you.

Ik this is very short but that's only cuz it's my very first post so yeah. More coming soon 💕

sub scaramouche i guess

•He probably thinks you can never dominate him but of course he was wrong.

•Just a few minutes later he's on the floor crying and shaking because he's so overstimulated.

•Like damn. He's probably so fucking whiny and constantly tells you "it's too much"

Idk. im going back to sleep.

Comforting touches

Character: Sub!Scaramouche // Reader: Dom!Afab, no pronouns used

Genre: Smut // CW: Titjob, cum play, nipple play, dumbification(?) he just doesn't want to think about anything :(

Plot: No // Word count: 1.9k

Barely more than half an hour ago, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Scaramouche had been increasingly anxious recently, but due to his standoffish nature, he couldn't even bring himself to open up to you about the problems he was facing. Always pushing you away, you'd come to expect the degradation that came with being caring towards him, him seeing it as a slight towards his capabilities.

Safe to say, when he came through the door, stumbling into your arms as soon as you stood up to welcome him home, you knew something wasn't right.

With his face pressed into your neck, you were content to simply hold him close to you for the time being, just breathing together to try and calm him down and assess the situation. But when a wetness soaked into your skin, you slowly pulled away to face him, your gentle hands on his shoulder. (You'll never tell him that it was mainly to catch him if he fell, what with his unsteady knees and shaking shoulders, not unless you wanted to get your head bit off).

Before you could even get out a word of confusion or consolation, Scaramouche took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes before another tear could slip. Already, without a word being spoken in the past three minutes, you knew that he was overwhelmed.

This wasn't the first time that this had happened, and, as guilty as it made you feel, you hoped that it wouldn't be the last. Moments like this were the only times he would let himself be completely vulnerable around you, to completely surrender the control that he clinged to so despairingly. Instead of bottling all of his frustrations up, you were glad to have found an outlet in which he could relax and reset himself, without taking it out on the public by way of his... less than amiable personality.

...

That led you to this: kneeling on the floor between Scaramouche's parted legs, as he looked off to the side, his arm covering his eyes from your view in embarrassment.

It was an action that he gravitated towards each time this would happen, as if you didn't already know exactly what he looked like when he got like this; as if he wasn't eagerly awaiting what he knew would be coming. If only he could be a bit more patient.

"Tch..."

"... Is something wrong?" A responding sigh, and your hands slowly glide over the flesh of his thighs, an encouraging squeeze making its way through your fingertips.

When he shows no sign that he's going to say anything, you take hold of the bottom of your shirt and bring it up and over your head, leaving your top half covered only by a bra. He turns his gaze to look at you out of the corner of his eye, a fierce blush taking over his face, accompanied by a half-restrained pout.

Sensing his inner hesitation, you reach out and carefully rest your hand over one of his, which he keeps plastered to the couch on either side of his body. At your warm touch, he eventually pulls himself together enough to look back at you, his eyes immediately darting to your cleavage, before hurriedly looking back into your eyes.

With a silent praise, your lips pull upwards in a calm smile. Your hands slowly reach behind you to un-clasp the bra, letting it slide down your arms and drop from your body, bearing your front to the cool air of the room, as well as Scaramouche's hungry gaze. Your nipples harden under his insistent eyes, and his fingers twitch under your own, longing to take them into his hands and play with them until the sensitivity has you moaning out for him. But other than the twitch, he makes no move to act out on it, the situation familiar enough that he knows what you want from him.

"Are you ready? This is what you need from me, right?" You shuffle forward until your midriff is pressed against the cushion of the couch of which he is sitting on, your other hand riding higher until it comes into contact with the waistband of his shorts.

With an audible gulp and a clear of his throat, he rasps out, "Yes. I just... I need this right now."

A clench of your hand around his.

"What's the magic word~?"

Reluctantly, he tightens his hand around yours in answer, "...Please..."

With him, that's as good as you're likely to get, so you don't push him any further. Not when he's like this; desperate to take his mind off of everything around him and just indulge in the comfort of you.

Quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, your hand undoes the ties around his shorts, pulling them away until his half-hard cock comes free from the coverings. Taking him into your hand, you slowly stroke him to his full length, his dick twitching in anticipation as he tries to control his reactions. All the while, your other hand rubs relaxing circles onto the back of his palm, coaxing him into relaxing until he gradually gives in, letting out short hums and groans when his pleasure spikes.

Pleased with how he's reacting, you let your hand fall away from him, his now-full length drops down to rest against his still-clothed stomach, his gooey precum smearing into the fabric.

He lets out an impatient grumble, but it isn't long before he's cut off completely.

Leaning forward, your shoulders push his legs to spread even further apart to make room for you. Biting your lip to rein in your excitement, you take one of your breasts in each hand, pulling them apart to guide his cock into the space between.

Immediately he lets out a loud keen, curling forward to hold onto your shoulders with a tight grip, trying to ground himself as he becomes accustomed to the pleasure once again. When he looks down, his mouth drops open to let out a moan at the obscene sight below him:

His cock throbs between the tight heat of your plush breasts, his oozing precum aiding the glide and glistening erotically in the low light of the room. Each short bounce you make as you drag your breasts along his length pulls his cock to be encased in the hot flesh of your chest, his sensitive cockhead disappearing and pressed tightly between your mounds to allow him to feel every slick slide. With each thrust, his tip pushes through, more slick drooling from his slit and pooling upon your chest, before dripping down to meet your perky nipples. The sensation is odd at first, the sticky fluid quickly cooling in the cold air and the slow drag of it against your skin tickles, making you shiver. The slight vibration of the action causes him to thrust against your chest, a weak cry falling from his lips, chasing the sensation no matter how fleeting or overstimulating it is.

Steady moans break through Scaramouche's rough exterior. He always gives in so quickly when you do this for him. Maybe it's the fact that you can still look at him clearly, or talk to him when he's getting too carried away without stopping in your ministrations. Or maybe, it's the intimacy of the experience, being so close to you, buried in the welcoming heat of your chest and still able to see you, to feel your hands making contact with any part of his body you wish to feel.

Each rise and fall of your chest with your breath leaves him gasping, the added friction keeping him tense as he hurdles closer and closer to his peak. With all of your attention focused on his needy cock, there's no escape from the torturous sensations. All of his whines and choked out calls of your name amount to the final burst of pleasure that shoots through his entire body.

As his pulsing cock begins spurting his thick cum, you lean back, taking his length back into your hand once more and jerking him off. Squeezing as much of the white substance out of him as possible, it lands on the apex of your chest in a messy splatter, more joining the mess until he finally starts coming down, overstimulation slowly setting in.

His nails dig painfully into your shoulders when you don't stop, but you push through, milking him of all he has to give, until he is completely satisfied and slouching back onto the couch. And then, you let him go, content to watch him gasp for air as he regains his senses for the next minute or two.

Scooping his cum onto your fingers, you trail it across your chest in slow, meticulous movements, making sure to draw his attention to your nipples as you massage them, finally getting the attention you've been missing out on. The hard buds are soon coated in Scaramouche's white, viscous cum, the thickness sticking to your skin and the wetness making you all the more reactive to the touch from your fingers. He takes hold of your arm, and before he can apply much pressure, you're already rising, sitting down on the couch beside him and guiding him to sit at your side, asking:

"Are you still good to–"

"–Yes. Keep going... please..."

"...Okay. You can tell me all about it later. If you want."

But he doesn't answer.

Licking the salty fluid off of your fingertips, you slide a hand into his hair and pull him into a kiss, letting him taste the slight trace of himself on your tongue. He groans at the taste, pushing himself further into your body, one leg sprawled over your lap as he leans against your shoulder.

Pulling away, you guide his face to your chest, and he instantly starts licking up the remaining tracks of his own spend. Laying little nips and bites on your skin, he makes his way down to one of your buds, taking it into his mouth and sucking attentively, lapping over it with his tongue until it is completely clean of his essence. He's sloppy with his technique, not caring much for how he looks or sounds, with wet slurps causing spit to trickle down his chin from the corners of his lips.

Letting out low moans, you wipe his lips clean from the drool with your thumb.

He soon moves his attentions to your other neglected bud, suckling and latching onto it as if he'll never get the chance again. When he nips or pulls too hard – and sometimes he does, after all, he can get quite carried away when he's like this – all you have to do is lay a light tap against the back of his neck and he'll know to be more careful, laving his tongue over the mark to soothe the pain as if kissing it in apology.

While you are obviously enjoying this, this experience is more so for Scaramouche than it is for you.

The mindlessness of his actions allows him to drop into a hazy state, completely hidden from any of his life's worries. If you're needed to help him reach this mindset, you'll gladly help him each and every time, as well as take care of him until he eases out of it. Even if it means that he'll be too embarrassed to face you for the next few days.

Because despite how harsh he is at times, he can never get enough of you taking care of him.

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