#another day of scara worship

[qingxin-dream]

MY SWEET ANGEL MADE ME BLUSH SO MUCH THAT WAS SO SO GOOD >>>

🛐🛐🛐🛐 USE ME LIKE THAT SCARA MARK ME BREED ME

HEHEHE YEEESSSS🤭 thank you!! honestly the concept has been trapped in my brain for a month now, and the idea of him being damn near feral for reader in secret is sooo fucking hot wheww.🥵 i definitely probably went overboard, but that’s the point ig haha

but yeah if he ain’t waking me up with dick, i don’t want it lol that’s all i’m saying🫣

[hitomisuzuya]

hellooo, how are you? <3

this is my first ever request, so i'm a bit hesitant with how to word it 😶

i've been thinking about reverse isekai wanderer x reader, where reader has to like, teach him how our modern world works and how to blend in!

i did think about how to make it nsfw, but i have absolutely no idea how it would lead to it 😭

maybe like, he learns how to film videos and takes advantage of it, idk 😶

anyways, no rush and absolutely no pressure to write it!

love your fics, have a nice day 🫶🏻

Wanderer (Scaramouche) x fem!reader. Reverse Isekai. Smut. Consensual recording. Worship. Biting/marking. Creampie. General head canons in beginning.

Hello, dear❤️ Your wording was just fine.

Being transported into your world was something of a shock to Wanderer, and he was very good at hiding it. But, he supposed being dropped in on someone who is already hopelessly in love with him, worshipping him entirely in every way made the transition easier.

You soon became one big distraction for him.

Wanderer enjoys a lot of things in the reality. Coffee makers, video games, cell phones, YOU, to name a few. And trashy, reality TV shows. The trashier the better, he ate that shit up. When he discovered what a DVR was, most of your storage went to recording reality TV shows.

It'd been easy for him to find an image to fit in. A lot of dark clothing.

However, cellphones, web cams, and in particular the recording feature was what he enjoyed quite frankly abusing. And this time, Wanderer was getting two angles.

One angle your laptop was recording every thing on it's web cam. Another angle Wanderer was recording on his cellphone.

You were on your back on your bed, naked, your legs spread as you looked up at him. One of his hands was holding his cell phone, the other was wrapped around his cock. His cell phone was recording the perfect view for him, his cock rubbing your pussy into a wet mess.

What made this twice as erotic for Wanderer is that two of your fingers were holding your rapidly drooling folds apart to give him a better view. The head of his leaking cock rubbing against your throbbing clit, his phone recording your soft moans loud and clear as you grinded up against his cock.

"You know, when I first saw you, I never would've guessed you were such a slut," He loves how his degradation made you moan louder, a new coat of wet soaking onto his cock.

"Oh, but see, here is the thing, Scara," You said shakily, reaching up with trembling fingers to caress his cheek. Wanderer angled the phone up. He was able to see the fast forming bruises and bite marks all over your body. You were utterly and possessively bit up.

As much as he would've loved to have recorded marking you on his phone, he needed both hands to hold you down while you squirmed and writhed, rubbing your pussy needily on his hard cock. Your webcam recorded everything perfectly though.

"I am one, for you," You continued. Your arm was above your head in a submissive manner, slowly grinding your clit on his cock.

Wanderer groaned, pushing the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your cunt immediately tightened around it. He always craved this type of worship. He turned his cheek into your hand, his cock pulsing and aching to be buried inside of you.

You skimmed your thumb across his cheek. "Promise me something?" You asked, rolling your hips up to push his cock inside of you more.

"Y-Yeah?" Wanderer moaned shakily. He would promise you whatever you want if it meant he got to record you falling apart for him.

You looked up at him, your image with all your possessive bruises on display, and said, "Cum inside of me." Your eyes were filled with desperation, and deeply welled adoration. It only made his cock harder.

"Fuck, I wouldn't have it any other way," Wanderer moaned, his finger swiftly hitting the stop button and tossing his phone aside. His beautiful fingers found tight purchase on your thighs, holding them apart.

He masked soft whimpers behind his moans as he pushed his cock inside of you, bottoming out with a harsh, needy snap of his hips. You cried out in pleasure as the head of his cock nudged into your sweet spot.

Wanderer couldn't wait to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock while he watched this with you, sucking him off while he degraded you about what a slut you looked and sounded like.

Your breasts bounced from the harshness of Wanderer's thrusts, your hands fisting your sheets tightly as pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes. Your legs shook in his grasp, a shiver sending a extra jolt of pleasure through you as he caresses the insides of your thighs with his thumbs.

Wanderer mocked your moans to hide his whimpers, your cunt tight and warm on his cock, sucking him in with each thrust. "Good fucking girl, cry for me, worship me," He laughed shakily, amused by how fucked out you looked, moaning and twitching as he impaled you dumb on his cock. Drool pooling from one corner of your mouth, your eyes getting glassier the closer you got to cumming.

He got off on knowing your poor little brain was so far gone, you couldn't grasp how to form coherent words. He let go of one of your thighs to give your clit a light smack, ushering in your orgasm.

He groaned as you creamed on his cock, giving him ample lubrication to to fuck his cock deeper into you. You were limp and pliable in his grasp, your body shuddering in pleasure as his cock pulsed cum inside of you.

It was so satisfying for Wanderer knowing your webcam recorded the perfect view of his cum leaking from your cunt.

[crimsoncandy04]

The cucking scara is so hot, I'd like to see more😍😍😍

Wanderer had been at this stupid game of his for hours now and while his former self had suffered great humiliation from it, you felt like you were the one who actually got the short end of the stick.

Fucked, teased, overstimulated, used, etc. Wanderer had basically turned you into just another tool to punish Scaramouche for his sins.

And even now that you were sure an entire day had gone by, Wanderer was still nowhere close to finished it would seem.

Both you and Scaramouche had had your arms bound behind your backs in the most uncomfortable way as Wanderer kept a fist in either of your hair and held both of you in place on your knees.

You licked the base of his cock and trailed your tongue slowly up his shaft as Scaramouche swirled against Wanderer's soft pink tip with his. You'd tease at his balls while Scaramouche would take him ever so slightly between his lips and suck now and then too.

This has gone on for a while now. With both of you being forced to worship Wanderer's cock as if it were the most pristine phallus in existence and after everything else before this, you were now tired and a little angry.

Why did Wanderer have to drag you into this shit show?

Because he had once liked you a little when he himself was originally Scaramouche?

Apparently it meant nothing now if he was just going to keep abusing you like this to piss off his other self.

Suddenly Wanderer's sharp gaze met yours. A flicker of sympathy briefly crossed his eyes as he saw your exhausted and unhappy expression before he pushed it away and gave you a rather smug look.

"I always knew you'd look so beautiful like this Y/N. Face a wreck, kneeling before me." His fingers in your hair loosened a little as he pulled you to your feet suddenly and slid his arm down to your lower back. He urged you closer to him and before you could process what was happening, Wanderer had forced his lips against yours.

"You piece of shi-" Scaramouche briefly tried to protest before Wanderer shoved his entire length down his throat. Silencing him before he could say more.

Wanderer then began to move his hips a little as he fucked into Scara's mouth while kissing you.

His tongue teased your bottom lip, softly asking for permission to enter before gently pushing in and meeting yours in a passionate manner.

This was the nicest he had been to you since you were brought here by him. You didn't know why he was trying to suddenly get all lovey dovey with you but you didn't want it.

Wanderer could tell.

And he was NOT happy about it.

But it had been his fault after all. Hadn't it? He had been about to confront his former identity before suddenly getting this idea and summoning you there but did he ever stop and think about how this may have effected you?

Not really.

He had to change his focus.

Instead of punishing Scaramouche he would work on pleasuring you next.

That other useless version of him could wait for now.

Channeling the power of anemo Wanderer was able to send Scaramouche tumbling backwards in an instant with his cock slipping from his mouth with a wet popping sound as he hit the ground.

Next Wanderer used his vision to create small "rings " of a sort that whirled around Scaramouche's wrists and ankles at a speed that made them appear completely still as they held him in place on the floor.

Once Scaramouche was safely restrained Wanderer then began to lavish attention on you.

He continued to support your back as his other hand came up tangle itself in your hair again as he held you close.

You could feel his hardness against your exposed pussy that remained unclothed and still dripping from earlier torments as Wanderer slowly continued to make out with you there for a few minutes before sending you tumbling on your back too.

You landed with a small thud next to Scaramouche and tried for a second to sit up but Wanderer had speed that surpassed human beings and in the blink of an eye he was on you.

"Shh, relax Y/N. I want you to enjoy this part a little." He purred as he pulled your knees further apart and positioned himself between them.

Wanderer kisses you again. Moving down then as he left a small trail from your neck to your chest. Stopping as he got to your breasts and grasping one in the palm of his hand. He took the other in his mouth, gently sucking on the sensitive flesh of your nipple and causing you to cry out a little as his teeth nibbled softly in between careful licks.

"They're so sensitive Y/N. And big too. Almost like they were made for this. Made for me~" Wanderer teased as he continued to play with you. Scaramouche grunted a little beside you as he tried to avert his gaze but his excruciating erection underneath his clothes gave away his true desires.

Wanderer was being uncharacteristically nice and it bothered you.

What was he planning?

You could feel his cock at your entrance then.

You felt your body tense up.

Not again.

Wanderer just smirked at you.

"You should have known that I was going to do this Y/N."

He slid his cock into your tight cunt easily. You gasped softly.

"Don't act so surprised. You know you're the most important thing to me."

Wanderer begins to thrust into you. He starts slow until he finds your sweet spot. Then he begins to move a little faster. Hitting your g spot with reckless abandon as his words fell upon your ears like a forbidden truth.

"So in having you like this... maybe I'll finally be able to reach the deepest depths of my being..."

You moan loudly as Wanderer holds you close and continues to pound into you as Scaramouche looks on longingly from beside you. He looks like he's absolutely seething as a wet spot forms upon the fabric of his shorts. Yet Wanderer shows no mercy as he continues to fuck into your pussy while Scaramouche lays next to you both bitter and aroused.

"and finally get a message through to myself"

Wanderer held you in a tight embrace as he slammed into you. Keeping his eyes on Scaramouche who seemed to finally realize that it was pointless to protest at this point and silently waited for Wanderer to finish with you.

You would be fucked for most of the night. Your belly swollen ever so slightly after Wanderer finally gets bored from how much he would ejaculate into your womb as he forced Scaramouche to listen to it all unable to have you himself.

It was a twisted revenge.

A lustful act of self hatred that you were now the key in.

How long Wanderer would want to keep it going?

You were unsure.

Perhaps as long as it took him to finally forgive himself for everything he had destroyed in his existence.

[robertpattersonsleftcoochieflap]

FTM!Wanderer x Reader

Unexpected treats are the best kind of treats~

Wanderer x Reader

Contents: ftm!wanderer, eating out, fingering, wanderers god complex comes out.

Summary: Reader and wanderer are getting frisky but reader realises that something is not quite right and investigates (with their mouth)

Authors note: I've been a trans scara truther since day 1 and cannot handle the lack of content for my boy. Like, damn. Can a bitch not eat any boy pussy around here.

It was often that Wanderer and (Y/n) would meet up like this, now. Whether it be in an old storage closet or an empty office - they'd always end up in the same position. (Y/n) kneeling on the floor between Wanderer's legs, worshipping him in his most intimate places.

They could still remember the first time it happened.

(Y/n) and the famed Wanderer had always had this thing going on between them. They'd bicker constantly. It was almost an unspoken competition on who could annoy the other first.

This time, they were stuck together in the empty academia library. Sticking the new order of books on the shelves. It was late on a Friday, and all the academia students were out for the weekend. Yet the library was anything but silent.

"Will you shut up and do your job, unsightly worm." Wanderer snarked, purposely hitting (Y/n) in the face with his long sleeves as he flew past to place the next stack of books.

(Y/n) snorted.

"Y'know, for someone so short you do have a large temper," (y/n) smirked - they knew the subject of height was touchy for her coworker, "It's truly impressive how you fit all of it in one body... along with your huge ego."

Wanderer flew past again, shoving into them once again.

"It's a wonder how you keep that ugly, fat head of yours on your shoulders." The temperament blue boy sniped back, this time staying next to (Y/n) to stack books on the shelf beside them.

"Wow is that really the best you've got." (Y/n) faced him, crossing their arms over their chest.

Wanderer's perfect lips curled into a scowl.

"I have nothing else to say to pathetic losers like you."

(Y/n)'s face soured, "HEY. Don't. Be. Such. An. Asshole." They poked at Wanderer's chest between every word.

The Wanderer bared his teeth at them, roughly slapping away their hand.

The pair stopped and stared each other down like a pair of feral dogs. The tension was thick.

(Y/n) struck again, poking Wanderer's hard chest with more force.

Wanderer repeated his previous action.

They repeat a few more times, each action getting rougher, until they eventually escalate to shoving each other around the library.

(Y/n) gasped as their back hit the shelve, their chest heaving. Their hands still gripping tightly at the front of her assailants' clothes.

Wanderer glared deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes. The tension thick enough to cut with a claymore.

(Y/n) once again made the first move, roughly pulling the shorter man in and kissing him. The response was immediate. Quickly becoming another battle for dominance between them.

All the months of built-up frustration between them finally being released.

(Y/n) bucked their hips into his. Their tongues and teeth clashing together. Neither of them seemed to care though. Wanderer's delicate hands gripped (Y/n)'s waist, matching the rhythm of their hips.

They continued like this for a while, their hands groping and fondling each other, until finally (Y/n)'s hand trailed down to his crotch.

Their hand fumbled around the front of his pants, feeling around for the expected hardness. Only to realise they couldn't find it. (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still not breaking the kiss.

Is he not into it? They stressed in their mind.

Wanderer broke the kiss, his lips moving down (Y/n)'s neck, where he nipped and sucked. The recipient moved their neck, giving him more room for him, moaning at his actions.

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered at the feeling, their anxiety washing away. He wouldn't be this into it if he didn't want me, right? Maybe his pants are too thick. They resumed fumbling with his pants, their hands unbuttoning them and weaseling in, continuing to rub around.

The man groaned into their neck, humping the hand between his legs. He was not used to this feeling.

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, continuing to search his pants for something that was apparently not there.

He's gotta be into it? Maybe he's just small-- Their finger made contact with the wet patch in his underwear. Oh.

OHHH.

It finally clicked.

They knew what they had to do now.

(Y/n)'s free hand came up and pulled the blue haired man away from their neck and resumed their kissing. Carefully navigating him backwards until he hit a desk.

Wanderer grunted at the movement.

(Y/n) pulled their other hand out of his pants and worked on pulling them down. Once his pants were down they moved back to look Wanderer in the eyes. The mans eyes snapped open and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Is this alri-" (Y/n) was cut off.

"Did I say stop, worm." The blue haired brat snarked.

(Y/n) blinked. "I wanted to ask can I-" They were cut off again.

"Yes. Now hurry up." Wanderer gripped the back of (Y/n)'s hair and brought them back into an impatient kiss.

Damn bitch, okay. (Y/n) mentally rolled their eyes at his behaviour. What did they expect. They pull away from his soft lips and start kissing down his neck. Making their way down to the waistline of his breifs.

Wanderer looks down at (Y/n) kneeling between his legs and he swears his nonexistent heart started thumping. He felt like he was being worshipped. Like a god.

(Y/n) stared deeply into Wanderers eyes, their fingers curling into the waistband of his underwear, before pulling them down. Exposing him.

The mans eyes widened in surprise and a ferocious blush bled onto his cheeks. His mechanical pump working overtime to push blood around his body.

"Wh- what the hell are you-" Wanderer was cut off abruptly and gasped.

(Y/n)'s tongue delved deeply into the wet heat between his legs. Groaning loudly at the taste. Their nose buried in the neat tuft of blue hair above his slit.

Wanderer's legs almost give out, causing him to prop hiself onto the table. (Y/n) took the opportunity to hike one of his legs over their shoulder, spreading him wider.

(Y/n) ate him out like it was their last meal, savouring every flick of their tongue. Their hand gripping the leg on their shoulder. Their free hand trailing up and sliding into Wanderers weeping hole.

Wanderer's hand flew up and gripped (Y/n)'s hair, his head falling back. His thighs trembled around their head. He had definitely never felt anything like this before. He felt like his artificial nerves were on fire.

A broken noise came from his throat.

(Y/n) sped their fingers up, curling them and latched onto his clit, suckling on it. The thighs around their head shook violently ans the fingers against their scalp tightened.

Wanderer felt something inside him tighten, then break. He let out an almost primal noise as he gripped (Y/n)'s head with both hands, holding them tighter against him as he rode their face.

(Y/n) let him ride out his orgasm on their face, his juices dripping down their chin and hand. It had a slight buzz to it, tingling on their tongue. It was addictive. They pulled their fingers out of Wanderer and gave him one last lick before standing up and taking his head onto their shoulder.

Wanderer leant his weight onto (Y/n) as he came back to his senses. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he sat back up and stared deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes, a lazy smirk rising on his face.

"Again."

Extra:

"EH?! WHERE DID THIS STORM COME FROM?! HURRY UP AND GET MY KEYS OUT ALHAITHAM MY HAIR IS GONNA BE RUINED!"

Me trying to convince you all that wanderer is trans.

[sasahuaa]

Can you add scaramouche to your omega character series? He'd be a disastrous omega that needs lots of healing but I'm sure his partner can provide

You're doing great! I love reading your fics and characterization

Scaramouche as an omega

I was really considering Scaramouche before to start with genshin! I was a bit scared to start with Scara because I could see that I would start yapping, and almost did, I had to cut so many things bc my initial idea was to write him in all stages of his life, also not sure if you meant the canon timeline or fatui!scaramouche, but I can do that in the future, for now this fic has some brief mentions of Kabukimono and the fatui. And thank you for the kind words, it means a lot!

gn!reader; cw: contains deep dives into his mindset so he has pessimistic thoughts in some parts (like him thinking that reader is a sort of player, bur nothing too heavy)

This poor omega is indeed disastrous, since the moment his creator abandoned him, Kabukimono was left with a lot of questions regarding his worth. He does not understand, truly, by venturing around he discovered that omegas were not treated with much respect, was that the reason why his mother abandoned him? Does she think an alpha would be more appropriate to be an archon? But he was a puppet, designed by her will, it didn't make sense why she would make him an omega to begin with if that was her reasoning, so what was wrong with him?

The little fledgling was happy during his stay in Tatarasuna, Niwa was a father figure that teached him many skills, and the village helped each other, he was pampered by everyone. What a pity that disaster caused by a doctor's interest befell such a kind community.

Scaramouche felt his dignity crumble more each year, month, day, second that passed. At every step that he was corrupted by the fatui's ideals and methods - his body torn apart from Dottore's experiments - the thoughts of self-doubt grew in his mind. He wasn't enough to be a god, discarded before he had the chance to try, his hands didn't purify the water nor cut through mountains, no one would sing his name in worship, but he also wasn't enough to be human, his skin is artificial, unflawed like porcelain, not even a mechanical heart occupy the emptiness of his hollow chest. Forever lost in between the limbo of where his existence belongs.

For a being so emotional, Scaramouche wonders when was the last time he felt anything besides rage, it doesn't matter too much for him, as he learned how to use his anger as a tool. His underlings - though only in the fatui, as the people of Sumeru never faced the omega's wrath (or better worded, don't remember) - whispered out of his earreach, murmurs wondering if the beautiful omega was capable of love.

And now, carrying the title of Wanderer and face to face with the reason that made the vacant part of him tremble, he finally found the answer.

Courting

Nahida's orders indirectly led him to you, to be a student of the Akademiya would eventually force him to interact with other scholars, you being from Vahumana or not didn't matter, as students from different darshans would often benefited from cooperating. And like many people he met nowadays, he was indifferent at first, which considering his past as The Balladeer, when everyone was an annoying fly in his way, is a considerable improvement.

But for many aspects of life, even as he accepted that this would be something that he never would reach, he was interested in humanity. What makes people human, their flaws, traits, mannerisms and personality, what makes them yield or fill them with confidence. His almost deification didn’t bring him the same satisfaction as he felt with Niwa and the rest of the Tatarasuna people, but watching the Sumeru's citizens may be close enough.

If it's something he can't be, then he will appease himself by observing.

As he looks at alphas, he thinks that this is another thing that he is flawed at. In his studies, Scaramouche determined that omegas supposedly went crazy over alphas, but he never felt it before, or maybe he never gave himself a chance to try. A long time before he learned the consequences of creating genuine connections, that humans tend to betray the same way gods do.

But… he learned that they never did abandon him, that maybe he can trust again.

And while you both worked on your project, these types of thoughts ushered to the top of his mind like never before. You were nice to him,and laughed it off when he was being purposely cunning. You were also attentive, meticulous in your work and doting on him, always bringing him tea or other types of bitter delicacies, and just shrugged when he said there was no need to feed him.

He liked to see your reactions, there were moments when your behaviour took a tired and upset turn, when you mumbled curses about the things that went wrong with your work. It was somewhat relieving and entertaining to witness, that the gentle façade crumbles when faced with challenges.

“It's always better to work with a full stomach” you said, not sparing a thought that he didn't need to eat.

“This is pointless” the omega grumbled, he took a step away from the food.

“So just eat for the satisfaction of it, the success rate of content workers is higher than stressed ones” you insisted, and Scaramouche hated that.

Why do you treat it like there was no trouble in taking care of him? Getting out of your way to please others is dumb, especially for the likes of him.

The omega knows that he is a pessimist, that people always have motives behind their actions, and even Nahida didn't escape his judgement as he does not believe she is merely being kind and benevolent. You are no different, and when he is alone with his thoughts after bidding you goodbye and retiring for the day, he must find your intentions.

As he looks himself in the mirror, Scaramouche looks carefully at his appearance, “alphas and betas are always kinder to pretty omegas, we all know that they only want one thing” it's what the older men from the bazar say. He raises his hands to cup his face, fingers touching smooth skin with no marks, doe indigo eyes look back at him with something akin to divinity, and as he glances lower, he does not think his body lacks in beauty.

That must be it, they clearly are being good to me only to get in my pants!

Scaramouche is not a saint, he knew that, but since he started to work on his path to atonement, he was completely honest about himself. The omega knows that not everyone is like that, people that mask themselves behind lies and generous mannerisms are the worst kind of evil, and to think that you would be capable of that-

Hurts.

There is an annoying pain in his chest and a prickle behind his eyes. He needed proof, he will uncover the worst in you, that's a promise he made to himself.

Scaramouche was snarky and insufferable the following days, refusing to cooperate at all. And though he won't admit it, it was hard for him to do that, your scent wavered with a hint of sadness everytime he was rough, and he felt a need within him clawing to be free, he had to fight himself against releasing a comforting scent to appease you.

But his instinct quieted down whenever he saw you acting honorably to other omegas, when you held the door open for a nobody, or when you generously lent a hand to someone feeling troubled. The rage he felt was immeasurable, he growled lowly and was almost convinced to attack whoever was taking your attention from him.

So he wasn't special at all, he wasn’t needed, he wasn't wanted, it's always like that.

It all came to a boiling point when he snapped at you, harsh words thrown at your directions about what he thought you were doing, messing with omegas hearts just to set them aside when you were done getting what you wanted, truly shameful. Nonetheless, he felt regretful when he saw your pained expression.

“What made you think that?” your voice was quiet, and Scaramouche would prefer if you looked pissed by his accusations, anything to reassure him that he was right “You could have told me you were uncomfortable, I would've stopped”

Uncomfortable? He isn't uncomfortable by your actions towards him, he is… pleased that you did not shy away from a broken thing like him. What he did not like was when you did things for others that he believes should be only for him, and the perceptions he created himself even when you never gave him a reason to.

During all this time Scaramouche was overwhelmed by feelings, and though he is used to feel too much, what he felt about you was completely foreign to him, not the familial care he felt for Niwa and the kid from ages ago, not the gratefulness he felt for Nahida and the traveler for giving him a chance to atone for his mistakes, and not the kinship when he met Durin.

“So are you saying that you were running away from it?” Nahida questioned, placing a flower crown above the omega's head, aranara's joyfully circling around both of them “It's fine to be scared, and if you talk to them about it I am sure they will understand”

“How are you sure that people won't disappoint you? Don't you believe it's easier if you cut the problem by the roof so you never have to discover it?”

“I decide to give an opportunity for everyone to prove themselves, and maybe you would be happily surprised by the results” the goddess cupped his face, pinching the fat of his cheeks and giggling when Scaramouche bat her hands away “You look different since you met them, even your scent doesn't hold that sour end from before”

And he followed Nahida's advice, not because she told him what to do, but staying away from you was killing him inside. This is not normal, is it? To think the world is falling apart just because your desired person is not close by.

Moreover, he guesses that since becoming a citizen of Sumeru he started to work on redeeming himself, what is one more person to apologize for when you acted out of line?

Scaramouche prepared a basket of fruits and Padisarah flowers and headed to your work station, exchanging these types of words is still unfamiliar to him, but he made it very clear that he wanted to improve your relationship.

It's possible that the state of your relationship was just confirmed when someone he was jealous of before questioned him.

“Of course we are courting, don't ask stupid questions”

Honestly, it's possible Scaramouche just came to terms with his feelings after he said that. The omega was still astonished that he is loved back, he doesn't know if he deserves this.

And yet, he can't deny himself the pleasure of being in your arms, taking deep breaths of your scent and resting his eyes with your rumbling under his head. If he is being selfish and taking a good alpha form a good omega, so be it! No one deserves you anyway, if another omega even thinks of taking you from him they will be met with sharp teeth and claws.

You both become inseparable, while it's mostly because he enjoys spending time with you as much as you - and he sees you as one of the few people that it's not a waste of time to be together -, it's also a result of a deeply buried insecurity of being betrayed, he knows that some were misunderstandings, but it's hard to change a mindset after hundreds of years believing in it.

He prefers the reassurance coming from actions instead of words, so when his alpha permit him to scent all of their clothes and also their body, or hold him tight and shows that he belongs by their side when he is feeling bothered by the presence of another, it's moments like this that he feels the most complete.

Scaramouche is truthful in a relationship and he expects you to do the same, if he feels that he needs something and you can provide he will ask, he may not be the romantic type, but everyday he makes it very clear how much he adores you.

He doesn't have a favorite gift to receive - unless you make a table full of sweets, he will complain non-stop if you do that. Spending time together is enough for him, but he appreciates anything you give him, gift him a small plushie and say you thought of him when you saw it, perhaps he will tease you and joke a little, but he will keep it safe. If you give Scaramouche jewelry or any small token, he will bring it with him anywhere he goes. His gifts to you include artifacts he finds when Nahida sends him on expeditions, also Scaramouche doesn't have hobbies for himself, so instead he will engage on yours.

Growling

During the fatui era, growls were very frequent sounds he made, it was almost impossible that someone that worked with him and never heard him growl. And he felt so powerful doing so, a long time ago, while he still lived in Inazuma, omega's were heavily punished if they growled at someone, and though this conservative behavior diminished a lot compared to the past, it was far from being extinguished.

So with his title as a harbinger, Scaramouche growled until they all cowered by his feet, just like a god should be revered.

But since living in Sumeru, he doesn't growl as much anymore, this is because he is not as stressed as before, he lifted the weight off his shoulders that was having to act like something he would never become, he was not trying to sacrifice his body for his objectives anymore. There's the occasional growl when other people irritate him, as a warning to watch their words and actions.

In a relationship with you, Scaramouche also growls when he is feeling jealous or insecure, but overall, he does not growl at you unless he is in a deep mindset that something feels wrong, he will require reassurance in times like this.

Purring

Scaramouche doesn't remember the last time he purred, and now he is almost sure his purr box is broken. The omega has two reasons to think that, one is that it has been centuries, he does not know how to purr due to the disuse of that part of his vocal cords, another is because of the experiments Dottore made on him, turning his body almost inside out.

Nowadays he does not care whether he purrs or not, it's a thing he lived almost his entire life without, and he does not miss it.

If he somehow discovers that he can purr again, it would be an almost inaudible sound. If you want to hear it, you would need to rest your head over his chest, it's more vibrational than vocal. Scaramouche will not purr in public, for him, it's a thing that just both of you should be aware of.

Nesting

Scaramouche does not have a proper nest, actually, what he calls his nest is merely two pillows and one blanket that he carries around his home. at max he will try to put the blanket in a circular shape.

He took a while before introducing you to his nest. He was a bit insecure at first, other omega's have big and filled nests, with an enormous assortment of colors and textures, while his… during the fatui, he would say it was just another thing that proved something was wrong with him.

And he enjoys it so much when you are with him in his nest, you could be just relaxing around the house, and he would bring his blanket and wrap it around you wordlessly. It made him feel warm with adoration whenever he saw you inside something purely his.

He won't get out of his way to buy or make things for his nest, but he will increment it if it is a gift from his alpha. He thinks it is kind of lovable that his alpha would try to get things to make him more comfortable, and Scaramouche deeply appreciates that.

Marking

He marks you all the time, even before you started to officially court. His scent is now almost ingrained into your skin, and if he already had permission to give you a biting mark, he would.

It's not just a sign for other omegas that you are already committed to him, it's also a reminder for you, that you have an omega to come back to, and that he would do anything to keep you with him.

But even after he becomes confident that you won't leave him behind - no omega or yourself is going to separate you from him - he still covers you in his smell, Scaramouche became very fond of the whole process of scent marking and to claim you for himself.

It's therapeutic to him, he will nuzzle quietly your cheeks and bring the scent glands of his wrists to your neck, not a single gland of your go untouched. For him, it's a mandatory procedure that you must go through before leaving home, especially if your agendas oblige you to not be together for the rest of the day.

Subspace

He never entered subspace before you, and it also took a while for you to achieve that. He denied himself the mindset many times before, he felt kinda scared by it, to be so vulnerable. Anytime he felt that his mind was starting to feel like it was becoming cotton filled, Scaramouche immediately backed away from you and tried to distract himself.

When he does enter subspace, he is whiny and clingy, following you around your home and hugging you when you are busy, from behind if you are cooking, sitting on your lap and throwing his arms around your neck while you work.

Scaramouche feels like he took a shot of serotonin when he smells your skin, he is addicted, touching every exposed part of your body to his contentment. He also likes to bite, so you probably will be covered by marks of nibbles by the end of it.

And when he sobers up again he gets flustered easily, he can't believe he let instincts control over his body. He will hiss if you mention anything that he did during subspace. Nonetheless, he will eventually get into it again and the cycle will repeat itself.

☽ ☼ ☾

Scaramouche supposes things should turn out like they were before, that everything would come back to normal, he followed Nahida's advice, the instinct in his gut that begs to be with you, and yet, it seems worse than before. The omega may have had a strong reaction before and jumped into conclusions far from the truth, but he has also gotten used to silently pine for you, not expecting anything from it - maybe he can be and was aggressive towards other people that had your attention, but he won't mention it! -, for he can count the number of times in his long life that situations turned into his favor.

But Scaramouche reminded himself that he has to learn that your entire existence is too good to be true. You give him hope in many ways that he never imagined before. Your arms are stretched before him, holding a light blue and soft blanket.

“And for what reason would you give me that?” he stepped forward, picking the material from your hands.

“Can't you guess?” you chuckled and shook your head, the movement dispersed your scent that was reeking of amusement “If anything, see it as a gift to compensate the time we spend apart, to show how much I cherish you”

His eyes widen at the proclamation, under his nose he can smell that the blanket is scented. An item for a nest and carrying your smell, isn't that a sign of a courting gift? He couldn't help but hug the blanket tighter at the thought.

“Thank you for trying to look out for me”

For a long time he desired for a normal life, all his objectives from the past had the intention to lead to it, sadly all was for nothing, and he hopes he didn't look pitiful for that. And yet, in front of him, he saw an opportunity for that, he just needed to reach for you.

Once again, he gives himself the chance to dream of a better future.

[angelsrcute]

⌗ GOOD LOOKING. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Tartaglia + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: modern au,fluff, hurt to comfort, protected sex + use of lube, praising, body worship, drunk sex, teeth-rotting fluff, Dad!Tartaglia is the dad of the year.

꒰ † ੭ — Part 2 of 7 weeks and 3 days, this is also a lyric fic! mixed up the ideas I had, some crdts to @xschizoe and anon. Hope this feeds you all!! (unfortunately scara didn't get hit by a car)

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.

How did you both get together? Long story, not that you'd complain. He's an absolute sweetheart, Tartaglia, Scaramouche's best friend. Frequent dates, showering you with gifts, spoiling the shit out of your kid. No wonder your kid doesn't listen to you anymore, just listens to your new boyfriend. You swore that you'd never let the walls in your heart down, but it did, for him.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more, You adored me before. Oh, my good looking boy.

Tartaglia would always give you looks when you were with scaramouche, that screamed out ‘he's not good for you, leave him.’ You never really paid any attention to them even if it was true, scaramouche was hurting you. So one night while you were working your part time job at a club, due to desperate measures– you saw him.

You both talked for hours, catching up on eachother, you broke down while talking about scaramouche but he comforted you, apparently tartaglia got a very good job. To celebrate, he ordered some expensive wine even though you refused, he assured you that he wouldn't mind.

Play casino holes of my eyeballs, Roll the dice on my thighs.

The night was a blur, all you remember drinking too much and crying, your head hurting like hell, Childe saying something. Now, you're here, in his bed. In his fucking bed. No clothes on. Tartaglia cuddling you to sleep while burying his head in your hair. Well, after you both were sober enough, he apologised, he didn't mean to sleep with you without proper consent but he just did due to the moment.

Back to the present, Childe coming into your life was the best thing that's happened in your life. You don't really mind that your child looks a bit like his father, Scaramouche nor does Childe. He'd sometimes bring his siblings to play with your child, they enjoyed every moment of it.

You stopped for breath and I sped up, Just to impress you.

You couldn't help but laugh as your husband played with your child, he currently had makeup on his face, his short hair tied into a ponytail, stylist in the making, you think.

“You look fabulous, sweetheart, you should go walk on the runway!”

“Gosh, Y/N, don't tease me like that–” Laughing together as your kid laughed too, in his arms.

Some whining before he finally put the little demon to sleep. Coming out of the room as he hugs you, prepping light kisses to your face. Leading you to your shared bedroom, “The kid is asleep, we finally have some alone time.” He whispers as he leaves trails of kisses down your chest, worshipping you like his goddess.

“Until the little demon gets hungry and calls the peasants for food!” You reply back, giggling.

“Oh cmon, Y/N, I might die of laughing too much, you'd be at fault. Also did I say Scaramouche was at the bar we hooked up in? You should've seen the look on his face!”

“What..?”

“Anyway, in the mood for a quick sex, darlin’? Wouldn't mind another little demon running around in the house.” He says while he places another kiss to your stomach with that stupid smile he charmed you with.

Oh, my good looking boy.

Taglist : @xschizoe, @iruma-chan,

@whoooismkeee, @t0matensalatxoooooo,

@tartagliaboo, @magica-ren

[xi4ohuhu]

First post: Scaramouche smut!! You’ve been so good for him, staying with him even when he’s a villain, a Fatui Harbinger. Scaramouche wants to reward you, to worship every single inch of your body. (Praise kink, body worship, sub!reader, fem!reader, gentledom!scara)

“Oh, love, you’re home.” Scaramouche remarks, watching as you walk through the door after a long day of work. You nod, lazily putting your bag down on the floor and approaching him. You hug him, wrapping your arms around him and taking in his scent. Scaramouche’s scent was cologne, yet the scent of vanilla intoxicated you. You’ve always liked clinging onto him, but you did hope he didn’t find it annoying.

Scaramouche becomes momentarily surprised, the chair he was sitting on slightly pushing backwards because of your sudden weight pressing against his body. But he hugs you back and pats your back comfortingly. “Rough day, huh? There, there… I get it too.” He coos, kissing your forehead lightly as he comforts you. You sigh, hugging him tighter and burying your face into the crook of his neck. Though, an idea suddenly formed into his mind.

“Hey, sweetheart. You know, I’ve been wondering about something.” Scaramouche started, “you’ve always stayed by my side. Even when I’m a villain, a Fatui Harbinger, you’ve never once had the thought of betraying me. I’m sure you would’ve found it easier if I was Kabukimono back then.” He ended off with a sigh, it was as if he thought he was bothering you with his arrogance. Scaramouche was aware of his own personality, and he didn’t want to burden nor drain you with his own negativity.

You shook your head, your eyebrows furrowing slightly at his insecurities. “No, Scara, listen to me. I chose to stay with you because I love you, it’s not out of pity or because I feel forced. You may be arrogant, but that’s your personality. And if I choose to stay with you, that means I’ll accept your flaws, your rudeness. In fact, your sarcasm makes me laugh, it’s refreshing to see people that don’t try to become another person. You’re… you. And that’s what I love so much about you.” You reassured, giving a small yet genuine smile.

Scaramouche’s eyes widened, he could’ve swore he could cry from just your words. But he held back, not wanting to seem weak in front of you. You could tell he was very happy, as he smiled genuinely, not a snarky or amused smile. “Oh, my dear, you truly are too sweet for your own good. I understand now, and I appreciate you staying by my side.” He continued, “although, I think I haven’t been appreciative enough, always busy and dealing with my work… How about a reward for you, hmm? You’ve been so good for me, and I think it time to show you how much I truly adore you.” Scaramouche’s tone dropped into a low, intimate one, taking one of your hands into his and gently kissing your knuckles.

Intrigued, you nodded curiously, eager to see what Scaramouche has in plan for you. He chuckles at your curiosity, you were too adorable. Scaramouche pulls you up onto your feet and stands up, grabbing your hand and leading you upstairs to the bedroom. Once the both of you reached the bedroom, Scaramouche knew this was going to be a night full of ecstasy and raw pleasure, where he would show you exactly just how much he adored and loved you.

———————SMUT!!———————

“Oh, fuck… You feel so fucking tight, darling. So wet and warm around my cock, you like it when I fuck you senseless like this?” Scaramouche groans, his cock pulsing inside of you as he thrusts in and out of your tight pussy. You could only moan and whimper, unable to respond to his words properly without slurring and stumbling on your words. “Heh, you’re slurring, dear. Can’t even make up sentences now, huh? How fucking adorable, you know I love it when you’re stumbling all over your words.” He teased, a dark chuckle escaping his throat.

Scaramouche lets out a contented sigh, throwing his head back slowly and closing his eyes as he pounds into you. His indigo hair sticks to his forehead, slick with his sweat, yet it only made him more enticing to you. As promised, Scaramouche worships every single inch of you. He roams his hands all over your body, kissing every inch of your skin, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how good you’re doing for him, how gorgeous you are. All these praises are driving you over the edge, so you begged.

“Fuck, please, Scara, I wanna cum. Make me cum all over your cock.” You pleaded, looking up at him with those desperate eyes that he loved so much. “I love you, Scara. I love you so fucking much, I love you, I love you…” You repeated drunkenly, drowned by the intense pleasure he was giving you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you saw stars. It was almost too much.

“Shit, my baby’s begging for me now? That’s it, that’s how I like it. Gonna make you cum all over my cock, just like you wanted. God, fuck, you’re so fucking close, I can feel it.” Scaramouche groans, his voice low and husky. “I love you too, sweetheart. So fuckin’ much, I adore you.” He replies, his body overwhelming with affection and love. His grip tightens slightly on your waist, his thrusts becoming harder, faster and deeper into you. His tip kissed your sensitive cervix, chuckling at the way you mewled and gasped.

“Mhm, you’re about to cum, aren’t you, dear? That’s it, cum for me, cum all over my cock. That was what you wanted, right? Uh-huh, yes…!” Scaramouche encourages, releasing out a primal groan as he feels your walls clench around him. When you came, you came hard. Your slick juices coat his cock, his length dripping with your cum. But he doesn’t stop there, not until he’s bred you full. “Cumming, fuck… I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up. Take it, darling, take every drop of my cum. Mm, gonna fill this sweet little pussy up…!” And with one final thrust, Scaramouche orgasms. He groans, hot spurts of cum spilling out from his cock into your womb.

The two of you breathe heavily, Scaramouche doing gentle thrusts to prolong the orgasm as long as possible before stopping. He pulled out, his length slick with your combined juices. His cock throbbed, spilling out a bit more cum onto your tummy. “Heh, oops. Don’t worry, love, I’ll clean you up tomorrow. For now, let’s get some rest, hmm?” Scaramouche smirks, wrapping his arms around you as he lays beside you.

“I love you.” You murmured, already closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too, my sweet girl.” Scaramouche replies, kissing your forehead. He smiles as he watches you drift off to sleep, doing the same as well after letting out a contented sigh.

———————THE END——————

Jacq’s note: ahh, thank you sm for reading this till the end. This is my first post and it’s about smut so please excuse my grammar errors if I had any, I also allow requests!! I only do smut and fluff, genshin impact, call of duty, love & deepspace and ikemen revolution characters, but sometimes I might do bonus fanfics of other characters, (including bots on poe ai only). I will put out more info on my profile, thanks for supporting me sillies <3

[wanderingxiao]

Smutty wanderer thigh appreciation plsolsplsplsplspls

Messy Boy~

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Subby Wanderer, Fem! Dom, oral sex (Male receiving), boob job near the end, praising, implied ass eating to Wanderer ;p

A/N: I wasn’t 100% sure how to write this, but Scara’s thighs are fucking perfect! I looooove his thighs. Couldn’t think of another way besides making him subby (which is so hot but he’s always hot). I hope this request was okay! TYSM!! 💙

Wanderer couldn’t contain his sweet moans of pleasure. His thighs trembled on either side of your head, your tongue doing sinful work on his throbbing cock. Your hands groped at his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh between your fingers, loving the way they felt within your palms. It was quite the turn on watching him squirm beneath you when you would grope at him while sucking him off.

“A-Ahh, so good -Hmm!- Don’t stop! ngh!” You adored the way his jaw dropped loosely as he babbled incoherently when your tongue began to swirl the flushed tip of his weeping cock. His toes had begun to curl, his top half convulsing slightly under the mind numbing bliss. Drool dribbled from his lips down to his chin, his hair disheveled mess.

You pulled off of his cock, replacing your mouth with your hand. The slick of your saliva and his pre-cum coating his length making it easy to set a fast pace. Sloppy sounds echoed your ears, your grip tightening noticing the way his head threw back. “Such a good boy, Wanderer. You’re doing so well.” You smiled up at his fucked out face, your lips coming to trace over the plushness of his naked thighs while your hand worked out all of his tension.

His head jerked back up, watching with ragged breaths as your teeth sunk lightly into his flesh, pain beginning to set when your teeth began to grind the flesh within your mouth. Wanderer couldn’t help the way his legs spread wider for you, loving the pain you gave with each harsh yet possessive mark on his thighs. “Your thighs are so soft~ so easy to bruise and mark up. You won’t hide them from anymore… will you Wanderer?”

His cheeks were red, forehead sticky with sweat. His indigo bangs were damp from the intensity of your assault on him. He shook his head quickly, his lovely moans increasing when your palm bumped against his balls with every quick fluid stroke of his cock. You could feel it pulsing, begging for release. His muscles were beginning to tense, his cute noises only increasing the moment you began to suck more hickies into his inner thighs.

“Mmm~ I’m g-gonna cum! Cumming… oh sh-shit I’m gonna cum… please (Y/N), I-I wanna cum, hah~” You brought your head back slowly, grinning at how the oh mighty Wanderer had become such a pleading mess beneath the spell of lust. “Then cum baby.” You pushed your breasts against cock, pressing them together to jerk him off with your tits. “C’mon love, I know you can do it. You’ve done so well.”

God your praise was driving him crazy! His mommy issues and abandonment trauma made him crave recognition, crave praise and worship from those around him. He was a divine being, deserving of supremacy. Even though his Fatui days were long but gone, you lit a never ending flame within his soul. Fulfilling his deepest needs and desires.

His pre-cum glistened on the swell of your breasts, his eyes now trained on the way your hands squeezed at your boobs, moving them so eagerly just to make him cum. To please him. It was so sexy seeing you pleasure him so desperately. The look of overwhelming love and care in your eyes made him weak in the knees. His sensitive thighs began to clamp against your elbows, his knees raising as he felt his muscles tense.

“Mmph! Hah!” Wanderer came with a loud and strained moan, his cheeks red in embarrassment at being so weak to your touch. His warm sticky cum ribboned from the tip, splattering onto your breasts, neck, and chin. His legs shook when your hands grabbed his thighs, pressing your fingers into the bruised hickies and lustful love bites. “A-Ahh… fuck…”

“Mmm, I’m not don’t yet, baby.” You gathered some of his savory semen onto your fingers, licking off the salty fluid with a drunken lust dazing your eyes. You laid back, grinning up at his confused expression before you licking your lips seductively. “I want you to sit on my fucking face and suffocate me with your thighs while I tongue fuck your cute ass.” His face blossomed scarlet, steam almost coming out of his ears at your request. More like a demand.

Needless to say… he would want to try pegging sometime.

Thank you so much for reading! My requests are empty again and I’ll be writing a birthday smut for Wanderer next! Happy New Year and stay safe! 💙

[celabi]

expanding on scara cleaning himself up for you. and ppl drooling over him. established relationship

the reader getting petty and possessive

most people probably thought/think scara is part of the small dick community, one millimeter defeater type beat. that is until grey sweat pants season comes along.

homie is in one of his hoodies that you just gave back to him and switched for another bc you like the way he smells and the old one just smells like you now. (he’s bought a new cologne that smells like heaven to you.) and since you basically lived in the hoodie you gave back smells like you hes so happy surrounded by your scent and what not. so much so he doesn’t seem to notice all of the people ogling him.

the sweats he’s wearing just does nothing to hide how big he actually is. even soft and confined by his boxer briefs you can see his dick print. and if one thing is certain it’s that he is no where near small. despite his slim and lean stature he’s fucking hung.

this is the third time this week that scara has worn his sweats and the third time your classmates have tried to get a piece of what your man has to offer.

even on days he doesn’t wear his sweats people are still trying to get at him. seeming to forget that he has a girlfriend. one who as beginning to get increasingly possessive over him.

they all hated scara just a few months ago, wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. they straight up bullied him. and now that he’s with you, he’s all of a sudden drool worthy?!

when you were the only one that noticed him. thought he was cute. helped him get his shit together. and now they want him.

one night while scara was letting you have his way with him it was one of those nights where he just needed to relax and not worry about being in control. a state only you got to see him in, you decided to mark him up as you worshipped his body.(#scara needs praise) love bites and straight up bite marks littered all over his body. even his arms had them. that should be a big enough sign that he is off limits. he’s yours and you don’t share.

the mission failed, apparently being covered in marks didn’t send the message. currently you were coming back from the rest room and saw some random chick getting awfully close to scara. he was blatantly ignoring her. airpods in his ears and everything. it made you giggle knowing the airpods were dead. she was pissing you off more than it bothered him.

you’re next move was out of pure annoyance and pettiness. you pushed your way between the two and sat in scaras lap, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist. the girl still stayed and acted like you didn’t exist. scara was about to say something when he saw an unfamiliar look on your face so he didn’t. you actually started to talk to the bitch. the whole quad was staring at this point. ready to see a fight.

“back off.” you huffed annoyed at the attention but you had a lightbulb moment.

“as a matter of fact all of you cheap whores that keep harassing MY boyfriend. stay. the. fuck. away.” the tone it your voice was terrifying it sounded like you were out for blood. much to your dismay this one single bitch would not get the fucking hint.

“it’s not like you own him. you’re acting like he’s property.”

that’s what set off a rash decision he’d never let you live down. you leaned up and whispered a small sorry. leaving him utterly confused.

“you wanna fucking bet.” with a small smirk to the relentless chick you grabbed scaras chin and guided him into a kiss it was such a possessive kiss that left him breathless. tightening your grip on his chin you forced him to make eye contact with you.

“alright baby answer my questions nice and clear for everyone to hear alright.”

“who left you with all these pretty marks?”

“you did.” his answer was quick and earned a soft goodboy from you.

“who’s dirty panties have you stolen?”

he was a bit taken aback but the humiliating question but nevertheless answered. “yours only yours.”

“who helped you get your life together?”

“you, you helped me so much.”

“before us, what did you jerk off too?”

“your selfies and.. panties”

“who do you belong too?”

“you! i belong to you!” his answer was immediate

“who do love?”

“you, always- only you.”

“just two more after this one. who do i belong to?” at this question you could feel his hot cum on your ass.

“me, you’re mine.”

“mmkay, who do i love?”

this one was actually a little difficult for him bc what if its not him. “me. you love me.”

“good job, last one. did you just cum in your pants?”

“..yeah i did” you pulled him in for another kiss as a reward.

“i’m pretty sure he’s mine. don’t’cha think?”

“so all of you leave him alone thanks.”

he was infact left alone

-why scara came in his pants.

he started to pop a boner when he saw the look of jealousy on your face. it got even worse when you announced to everyone in earshot that they needed to leave him the fuck alone. he was leaking pre by the time you started asking questions. he was biting back whimpers with each answer and each time he got praise. the humiliation factor had him even more turned on. you were so jealous that you were making a point to remind people of who he belonged too. when you asked who you belonged to it caught him and his cock off guard. you wanted people to know you were his as well. fuck thats hot.

you did repeatedly apologize about putting him on blast. even though he said he didn’t care and that he actually thought it was hot.

this turned into an actual fic lmao

-horny thots by nymph just for u.

SKSSKSKSSNJWSNKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKKSKSKssOMHOMHOMGOMHOMUSJSNSONSJWOSOODICIJ

HES SO ??????????????????

His earphones are dead but he’s acting like he cant hear her LMAO ☠️☠️

Omg just, listing off all the things you’ve made him do 🥺 asking him how many of your panties he has sniffed and he’s like “… all of them.” 🥺 asking him how many times he’s masturbated to you and he’s like “… too many times to count.” 🥺 Asking him who he’ll love for the rest of his life and he’s like “you… oh god it will always be you.” 🥺 Asking him if he cares about the other girls who are attracted to him and he’s like “no I couldn’t care less.” 🥺 and the other girl is just 🧍‍♀️ wtf am I looking at right now didn’t know you both were tight 😳

Please he’s just so cute and does everything you say. Agrees to anything you ask.

And while you’re sitting on his lap, he’s slowly staring to rut his knee against your pussy cause he’s that turned on by your possessiveness 🥺

[merakiui]

can i hear more about step brother childe…pretty please 😢 i need smth devious 🙏 would love to hear ur thoughts ❤️

Please hear me out. orz modern au step-brother Childe, but he's a gross gamerboy incel who looks like this:

My thoughts are so scattered, but I've fallen back in love with him after encountering him in Fontaine's Archon quest and omg,,,, step-brother Childe with the biggest breeding kink. >_< he just loves the idea of knocking his cute step-sibling up. He's probably influenced by all of the hentai games he spends all night playing. Why should you do anything productive when you could just sit at his feet and worship his cock all day? Why pursue a career when he could just keep you heavy and full of his cum? Why bother struggling to find a job when he can provide for you? He's got more than enough money. Just stay with him as his live-in cumdump and he'll take care of you.

WAIT WAIT OMG........ discord mod Scara and grimy, slimy incel gamerboy Childe..... step-brother Ajax fucks you while he's on call with a few others and one of them happens to be discord mod Scara and all he hears are your gasps and groans; he tells Childe to mute or he'll ban him from the server, but truthfully he can't bring himself to kick him because you sound so pretty and sweet. >:( he's jealous. It's not fair!!!! He wants a cute step-sibling to fuck, too! When Scara kidnaps you, you have to call him big brother, okay? Let him pretend the two of you are step-siblings hehe.

Childe loves risky competition. He definitely fucks you in the bath or in his bedroom while your parents are just down the hall... When he hugs you, his hands wander slyly. But to his family it just seems like the two of you get along well and care for one another so platonically. It's so far from platonic. T_T little do they know that when he has the chance and no one's home, he's bending you over every piece of furniture in an attempt to see how many rounds you can last before you're tapped out. >:) and it's even better if there's a time constraint and the two of you have to be quick and sneaky before your family gets back.

Childe thinks about knocking you up whenever he sees you interacting with his little siblings. You're so sweet and tender. You'd be such a good mama. You can beg him to wear a condom all he wants; he'll just grin and tell you it's no fun if there are limits and protection to sex. Isn't it better if it's purely carnal and full of risk? If you're so worried, you'd better hope it's a safe day. :)

[fisbred]

Younger holding, one another (drabble)

pairing(s) : kitsune! scaramouche x gn! reader warn : alternative universe. what if scara was kitsune, instead yae miko. ei not lead inazuma. reader is not human. inspired by fontaine archon quest. using you/your. i'm done with grammar bro.

a/n : 5 jan is my birthday lmao, so i'm make this drabble for celebrating it!

Here again he's waiting for your presence at this place.

You come from a family that worships dragons, leaders of each region before the archons took their positions.

Every day Scara looks at you in corner of shrine room with you. He can see your obedience, pray with wisdom.

Inazuma is not currently ruled by anyone, but representatives Grand Narukami Shrine and Tri-commissions work together to manage the land of immortality.

He's also feel like there is something strange about you.

Your physique has gotten a bit more muscular over time, and your gaze is very sharp. Nothing but your eyes like a predator, a reptile to be more precise.

Even if you don't look sick, that's not right either. There comes a time every year when you feel sick, 'fever' you say.

Instead, he smelled a strong odor, more like an animal in heat.

Don't forget the scales that grow around the sides of your neck. Even if you try to cover it up, it can still be seen if you're not careful.

You are a strange human of course.

But are you really a human?

taglist : @kunikuma

[thatdeadaquarius]

Sobbing and crying just saw your post of us sounding like a Sim, and I am DYING.

What if it went the other way? They can understand us, but we can't understand them!

Us : hey so what the fuck is happening why tf am I in genshin impact

Them : OMG ASKSKSKSKS FEDERRRALL MEERKK TREEESO! (Omg it's the divine God I'm shittinh myself oml) or whatever idk)

Us: excuse me what the fuck did you just say about my mother? (US mishearing or maybe the words are randomized? Who knows)

Everyone just being confused and frustrated on why you can't understand them. Is it because they aren't worshipping you enough? Maybe some friendship level BS where obly those who are lvl 10 can understand u or smth? Who knows, certainly not the Creator.

I highkey am thinking about writing smth for this now but having it be for like each archons reaction or smthin but who knows. I just wanna see a bunch of divine beings confused outta their mind in like whatever cities square and it turning into a "holy game of charades"

Also happy early birthday ajdjdjkdkdkdk

I”M SO LATE SO THANK YOU FOR THE BDAY WISHES LMAO SORRY KARMA MY BELOVED

AHHHHH U INSPIRED ME BY THE ARCHONS HOLY GAME OF CHARADES-

AND OH NO LVL 10 ONLY FRIENDSHIP UNDERSTANDING-

(づ ￣ ³￣)づ here have a hug for your patience- sorry karma!! :')

LMAO this inuyasha gif- obviously everyone else guessing what ur doing and the 2 others r like ppl like Venti or Kaeya who r just fucking with ppl by joining you lol

OK BUT WHO DO U HAVE LVL 10 FRIENDSHIP?!

BC I GOT NOBODY 😭

ITS RLLY HARD TO DO OKAY-

I HAVE TO PUT ACTUAL EFFORT INTO THE FEW THAT ARE LEVEL 4-5 

ID BE SO FUCKED-

Oh no.

Oh god (you??) no.

What if you had the highest friendship with little d**ks like Scaramouche.

noooOOOOOO

He’d be like, “Eh, I don’t feel like translating today.” 💀

Also I’m rolling with the idea that 

perfect understanding = lvl 10,

Most words 7-9

Some words 5-6

Kinda ?? they get 2 words per sentence or smth 3-4

Basically nothing 1-2

◇

Anyway ornery bitches like Scara/Xiao/Alhaitham/Rosaria/Diluc (all for diff reasons like diluc/xiao would just be overwhelmed and dont like ppl that much lol, whereas haitham doesnt give a fuck lmao) would kinda suck to have as translators

OH NOT THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD JUST LIE ABOUT WHAT U SAID ON PURPOSE TO DECEIVE THE MASSES LIKE Heizou/Yae Miko/Kaeya/Venti 

They pull something like “oh well the god of gods said I could have the last slice of cake/an extra glass of wine hehe”

For different reasons these people would also be ROUGH translators: FISCHL OH NO- , Zhongli, Albedo (he simply would omit “unnecessary details”, cyno, ITTO PLEASE, Raiden (puppet) bc shed take stuff too far/too literally u would never be able to communicate jokes, Razor (im sorry bbyboy), Shenhe

THE CHARADDEEESSS

THE CHARADES OF THE GODS 

You may or may not get another title of a jokester god bc of these SILLY charades 💀

The people u have higher levels of friendship with giving hints LMAO

♤

“Uhhh….. Oh! Oh! Greatest Lord wishes to see a dance performance!” 

Nahida’s sweet voice rings out in Yujing Terrace, her tiny hand waving in the air like an elementary student who’s really excited to answer. …Which isn’t that far off honestly.

“Hmm, I disagree Buer, I believe the Hundun Emperor is saying they wish to take a bath perhaps. I am also attempting to use context, as it has been a long day for them.” Zhongli is in his classic “majestic thinking gentleman” pose, and you’d admire it more if it weren’t for the fact that they don’t seem to be getting what you’re saying.

You hadn’t yet found someone with a higher friendship level than 2 or 3 (hey, don’t blame yourself, you really have to put effort into friendship levels to get them anywhere and you were still busy screwing around in Sumeru when you got spirited away).

So needless to say, most people were getting “the, me, I, you, etc.” rather than the actual important keywords you needed them to, hence the godly charade game now.

As you “hold” something, you throw your hands up in the air, still keeping your hands wrapped around nothing. You think if somebody told you last week that you’d be playing charades with the archons in Genshin Impact so you could actually communicate with them… well you don’t know what you would have done. Maybe just gave them a really awkward laugh.

“Oh! Are you asking for a weapon? Akitsu Mikami, my emperor, we or our nations will surely provide protection from any harm that might befall you. Hm, I suppose we should offer something anyway… I wouldn’t want to displease them…” Ei mutters to herself, having taken over her puppet once more for the occasion.

She and Buer, still retaining their authority status, had asked for the area to be cleared in order to try and get closer to communicating with the Divine First, or you.

“Ha! What idiot would try to hurt the All-Parent in their home, unless they wish to get thrown?” Venti cheekily says, as you don’t understand him, but judging by Zhongli’s clenched jaw, Ei’s sigh, and Nahida’s giggle, you can guess.

You give your own sad sigh… it’s already been 3 hours. 😭

How hard is charades for 4 archons??

Well… apparently very hard.

You put your face in your hands, and you hear the (retired) archons start to debate something, you can tell it’s getting a little passive-aggressive between Venti and Zhongli by their tone alone. 

…Okay, now it’s just aggressive.

The archons eventually give their attention back to you so you can go back to your charades lol

You tried opening your mouth and closing it, very obvious, they can’t go wrong. 

…Turns out they can. 

Somehow you find yourself with a hot tea brewed by the geo archon. 

(Venti attempted to offer you Dandelion Wine, or Osmanthus Wine even, and only god, well you now, knows where he pulled them from. Ei swatted his head, he looked so offended, and his cheeks were all puffed up, heh.)

Giving up, you just try to motion for them to stay still, your hands gesturing like trying to calm a wild animal.

They give you questioning looks, and you begin to walk off, they all seem to immediately start discussing something with each other. All of the gods look very conflicted, and after a minute of you getting further away (yes, you’re almost home free, Xiangling here you come! ) Nahida skips to catch up with you.

She gives you a beaming smile, and you can’t bring yourself to not return it. She's so much cuter in real life, even the official art didn't do her justice.

You make your way towards the restaurant, finally.

And apparently you’re happier than you thought to smell the savory scents flowing out of the kitchen because your stomach growls loudly.

You’re too hungry to even attempt to stop it, no one will care, except Nahida’s eyes go wide. She begins to sputter, and flail her hands desperately trying to charade an apology at you.

…you were just trying to tell them you were hungry. 💀

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✨️Hope you guys got smth out of this rough draft✨️ ♡

:D hope u guys have had a good weekend!

My senior art exhibit is april 6th so wish me luck and prayers (from any religion im not picky pls)

Safe Travels,

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♡the beloveds♡

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[anantaru]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

with all the trauma scaramouche had suffered from in the past, you made it your duty to show him that it was okay to love and crave intimacy.

୨୧ WORD COUNT: 4.1k

୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (male! receiving), unprotected sex, scaramouche & reader are in a relationship, first time being intimate, slight biting/marking, nipple play, cute scaramouche, loads of love, scara deserves it all.

for one, you were no stranger to handing out affection, love, to the person you had certainly fallen for.

he, on the other hand, had not been on best of terms with himself. Indeed, in midst the impenetrable darkness he had suffered from in the past, a faint glimmer of light had broken through him, said light being you and your person alone.

scaramouche had not fallen for you immediately, it wasn't as if he didn't feel any form of connection with you, or a somewhat higher power, he so referred to it, that has brought the two of you together with it not mattering where either of you were. Surely, the storm in him still roamed, with the fear of yet another loss feeding into his darkened thoughts of sorrow and hatred, that weren't only directed to the world, but to himself.

was him existing, enough? did he really deserve to be here and live a normal life after all, with someone he cared for? swallowing back the knot that threatened to tie in his throat, he reevaluated the thoughts he found he was surrounded with. No matter the outcome, in the end no one was able to possibly find a reasonable answer to the impractical question he would throw himself in.

nevertheless, scaramouche understood the idea of being affectionate towards your partner, more so intimate. In fact, he wasn't an idiot, if mere humans were able to wrap their mind around such concept, why shouldn't he?

he found himself rather plastered around particular imagines in his dreams, with your body bare, naked embraced tightly in his arms. It was vividly played over and over, with the building desire voicing itself without leaving. Your touch or the natural responses you'd give to him felt as if he somehow invaded your space with his disgusting thoughts.

yet still, he was unable to understand a single syllable of it. not in a way someone might think, the idea of kissing and worshipping someone's body was not a brand new thought of his. It's more that, in his eyes, if he really was about to give himself to a fragile human yet again, what would happen if something was to rip you off him one day?

with your hand in his, he searched his mind again, for something positive, optimistic, it didn't matter what it was as long as he recalled the safety that rose in him upon sensing your skin on his own.

"you're in your head again."

intentionally, you posed your question gently for him to listen to, he leaned his head to meet your eyes, not being capable to offer any form of rebuttal this time. A smile, with no resistance, dancing on your lips as you scooted over to him once more, with his hand tightening around yours.

"i wasn't in my head, I just thought about something rather hard." there it was, you giggled, the little snarky response you were waiting for. His facial expression intrigued you on this night, it contorted something it rarely did, for some reason he too, was far less argumentative, more attentive and relaxed in his antics.

"does this bother you?" you pointed towards your hand while patting your thumb over his knuckles. All movements were slowed, working against time, with your voice silent. How dearly he wanted to tell you that he in fact, adored every single moment of your touch on his own and that he would never be bothered by anything of it.

"huh, does it look like it does?" the irritation in him was growing, with scaramouche not having a single clue on how to tell you all of that without sounding like a downright insane individual. There was a rustle of fabric when he slightly wiggled himself in a much more comfortable position, with your head now resting on his chest.

judging by the way his chest was heaving as a result of his frantic breathing, you figured something was up, at this point, you knew your boyfriend better than anyone else. However, for a moment, all you craved for was to lay still and drink in the natural responses he unintentionally provided you with.

scaramouche continued to hold your hand, while his other one proceeded to wrap around your waist, trembling in his play before he stilled his fingers on you, struggling but still managing to hold himself close with his thoughts weighing him down.

following suit, you propped your chin onto his chest, silently admiring his dominant features through your lashes, the details on your lips raising in a smirk.

"something is up, i can feel it."

you really wanted to know it now, being very much aware on how much he despised whenever you were noisy with him. It was so deliciously simple to get him over the edge, too simple almost when you already noticed the slight *click* he made with his tongue.

"you've gone all quiet." the barely noticeable change in your voice rose slight goosebumps on his skin. You pulled your hand away from his hold to keep your palm on his chest.

"you're just imagining things." his lips twisted, your throat bubbling with a contagious laughter from his response. Taking a tiny, careful, approach to him once more, you slowly slid your body up so your face would now directly hover over his, thoughts swirling.

that damned spark in your eyes again, scaramouche remembered the first time he witnessed that gesture and when you looked at him in that special way, so pure, yet so passionate, in a way it was intimate too, leaving him no peace.

"maybe you're right, satisfied now?" there was a piercing bitterness in his cutting words, lifting his hand to brush his knuckles over your cheek sensually. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, heart leaping at the contact with his touch.

who was he fooling right now? you were his partner, his love, he wondered if he should just go for what he had longed for after all.

which, he then did, might we add, in his own way.

"can you kiss me?"

it was foolish, really, if anything, scaramouche wanted to curse himself for saying something so embarrassing to you, settling his hand on your cheek while attempting to take it away. Maybe he could make you believe that he was in fact, sleep talking right now, or sick. Was he even able to get sick in the first place?

doubt stayed in his mind, when you in a sudden manner, drew your hand to his own which was cupping your cheek, carefully intertwining your fingers with each other, you shifted like water with scaramouche welcoming the pull of your weight on his body.

"always."

your fingers brushed on the column of his throat, the skin was warm and smooth on your finger tips. Scaramouche would never deny the steps you were taking right now, he enjoyed it, craved it, as a smile flickered upon placing your lips on his own.

there was a strong fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach, finding a rhythm, practically demanding you to continue.

how much he had waited for you to kiss him like that, struggling to remain still while stifling his sounds. Warmth, your warmth in particular, for him it felt almost nauseating to have it radiate through his body in such thickened spurts.

briefly, you pulled away, resting your forehead on his own, delighted. The presumedly cold wind sighed outside, shrilling, not to mention low, adding to the fevered beat on your heart.

scaramouche set his fingers on your chin, with a little effort, pulling you back in. He wanted, no, needed this, adding his tongue. Not so much different from the dreams he would be grazed with every now and then, you slid his hand over his chest, playfully tapping your tips around his ribcage.

feeling the chill on your fingers over his shirt, he furrowed his brows lightly, laying his hand on the nape of your neck, tumbling into becoming hopeless addicted to your taste.

lets call it an arch of desire, that made you run your hand further, lowering yourself on his stomach before resting. Right now, the continues lust that seemed to have been stored for many weeks in him, drowned out all the outside noise until all he was able to hear was your erratic breathing.

catching you by surprise, he enveloped his hand around your wrist, dragging you down on where he so very much wished you to be. There was a pleasing demanding antic in his tactic, deepening your kiss as you smirked against his lips on how blunt and unashamedly he could be at times.

testing on what he might like, you squeezed him through his pants with his hands splayed on your neck, tracing his fingers over your skin nervously. Each hiss that you'd notice develop in his throat, felt as if someone lit you on fire, all too alluring.

you peeled yourself away from his lips with them glowing of saliva, slightly parted. His body was clearly tensed with him letting go of a painfully slow hiss. "is that alright?" with his eyes half open, you could still watch his dilated pupils, smoothening your hand on his semi erect member.

"can you do it faster?"

there was a twitch in his sentence, one he did not notice on his own as he lolled himself back into pillows with your hand proceeding to work on him. Scaramouche had long since teetered around the pleasure you inflicted on him, drunk on your presence alone.

silently, but ever so mindful, you squeezed his clothed groin before peppering his chest with tender kisses, lowering yourself and never stilling your hand on him. Scaramouche dropped his head, lust blinded, clenching his hand and disheveling the bedsheets under him as you proceeded to be content with your play.

the sweet and intoxicating whines he'd let you hear were drawing you into madness with how consuming they were.

your body moved on autopilot as you placed a soft kiss on his twitching groin. The air around him began to be difficult to take in, thick as syrup, slow and jarring, tinged with something fiddling with his senses.

you gave him a little laugh as he tilted his head to you, returning your smile hesitantly when you worked your way on his belt, discarding it together with his pants and boxers, pushing them down.

the breeze was stirring on his pulsating member, with it resting stiff on his pelvis. The soft rasp of his throat upon taking it in your hand was exhilarating, an extra thrill creeping at him as you kissed the tip, lapping his pre cum with a single flick of your tongue.

"fuck, more." the sheer act of submission that took place in between his legs tampered in his thoughts, marveling before him at the intense sight with your continues kisses on his rosy tip.

scaramouche felt powerful, wanted, desired, by the person he so very much cherished and loved.

you effortlessly parted your lips, wrapping yourself around him before going down easily. The nervousness and flips that went over in his stomach were replaced by pleasing caresses and skillful flicks of your tongue on his shaft.

for him, he felt weightless, watching himself disappear in your warm mouth with your eyes tightly shut in concentration. The hint of a smile remained on you with your strokes fastening. You hollowed your cheeks, stilling yourself for a tiny bit before pulling yourself up slowly.

a layer of sweat dampened the tiny hair on his nape with him grunting at every thrust now. The squelching noises flustered his state of mind, as if he was embarrassed of it, unsure on how to response to it either.

your wet muscle was notably sinful, flattened on the underside of his length with the raw texture of your tongue adding into the roughness of your sucking.

scaramouche bathed in ecstasy, truly, exhaling his breath in long, uneven bursts as you bobbed your head again, giving him a couple of final additional pushes as he releases himself in you.

"oh, fuck." his moans were bittersweet, careful and deep with his eyes tightly closed, carving his hips up into your mouth. You ran your hand over his shivering thigh in an attempt to aid him to his release, tonguing his semi erect cock and nibbling softly.

his angelic moans roamed through the room, filling it with sounds of sex and pleasure as you released him. His seed was melting together with your saliva, lewdly. You dragged the back of your hand over your mouth before swallowing his cun with his eyes fixated on the sight.

a slight pause was warranted as you caught your breath, crawling over to your lover, "are you alright?" scaramouche worried for a moment that it was too much or if he had pained you.

"i didn't hurt you? did i?"

the tiny, yet dominant fear in his eyes was evident, with you cradling his cheeks into a soft embrace. "you were perfect." seeking his lips out to pepper him in a loving smooth.

smiling indulgently into the kiss, scaramouche hummed in satisfaction and happiness, his hands falling down and resting on your chest, tugging on your dress.

naturally, you understood what he wanted you to do, short after discarding of your garment and leaving you in underwear for him to relish in. Your body was revealed to him, without hesitation he dragged you back to his hold, dominating you with his lips.

scaramouche was beginning to see the advantages of being dominant in bed, the lazy smile giving him enough reassurance to shove you into the mattress with him towering over you now. Following suit, you urged him to dispose of his shirt as well, helping him get out of it.

you returned to him, nibbling on his lips as he roamed your body with his hands, fondling with the bra before discarding it, with your panties following right after. The slight difficulties he faced with unclasping your bra left a feeling, more so, a tiny amount of panic at the idea that he might not be capable to please you sexually, with you actually enjoying it just how he did earlier.

you spotted the embarrassment in him, heavy lidded eyes never leaving his when you soothed his muscles, making his heart race with nothing more than candid handling of his body.

"have your way with me." with this proclamation, you traced your fingers over your exposed nipples to center his attention towards your chest. Of course, you did it easily, precisely, with scaramouche's eyes flickering with lust at your words.

"don't tell me what to do."

you were so unbelievably sexy, he noticed how he started to get hard, painfully so, planting himself in between your legs while pressing himself into your heat. Your hips pushed up, straining against the bulge of his erection, pursing your mouth.

he peered lower, longing to touch your breasts and feel them on his palm as he did just that, taking one in his hand. Experimentally, he pushed his thumb over your erected nipple, curious on the reaction he might coax out of you.

tilting your head, your pulse grew stronger. You hummed deeply, complimenting his touch on you as he brought himself to your chest, dragging his rough tongue on your bud, shuddering when he gently held his lips together, pulling away. Each moan, whine or whimper he'd be able to notice from you, only fed into the strong desire to pleasure you, love you how you deserved it.

with all of his might, scaramouche tried to ignore the growing hardness in his lower region, carefully gnawing on your nipple while fondling your other breast in his hand. Dragging his head over the mounds of flesh, he swept his glistering lips over the delicate skin, a moan rising from your throat upon noticing the suck on you.

blissfully unaware, he continued to latch numerous times onto your softness, nibbling and gently digging his teeth into you. Before you knew it, he already had begun to admire the marks he had left on your chest up to your collarbone, the drift of his cooling breath soothing the pulsating areas you were decorated with.

the aftershocks that rippled through you added to the heavy spiral in between your thighs, thrills of sexual want vibrating through you. It didn't help, his relaxed state of mind let his normal defenses fall short with his cock fully erected again, resting on top of your glistering folds.

the weight of the situation began to fall down on him with a slight feeling of overwhelm and the fear of failing taking a significant change in him. Grasping on what was happening, you soothed him back into reality, taking a hold of his head to drag him to you, his body leaning on top of yours.

"we can stop if you want."

it was important for you to give scaramouche enough time to get used to this feeling. Not only the taste of intimacy itself, but the idea and patterns of gentle touching and fondling, in a loving, more so passionate way he had never experienced.

"i want this."

everything was falling into place how he had fantasized about in his dreams, for months tolerating the unbearable growing ache on his groin without the ability to voice it to you. Even little, small obstacles wouldn't get in his way this time. Nodding your head at his words, you enveloped your arm around his neck while the other one sneaked in between your bodies.

letting out a sigh of relief, you lined yourself up with the help of scaramouche. For him, there was as much frustration as pleasure right now, he couldn't wait any longer to finally feel you like this, to finally become one with his partner.

bracing himself he leaned closer to you, with his hips following suit and pushing past the agonizing tightness of your hole, muffling the throat caught moans on your neck.

It eased him out, fairytales were downright despised by him yet why did this moment feel like one? it was unusual enough to get him so silent, so cautious with his body trembling on you. The fading jolt of pain arrowed on your hole with him handling you with great caress, offering you plenty of time to get used to his girth.

"that feels." each word melted down on his tongue eagerly, sending you staggering with him whimpering at the natural hardness. "that feels really good."

with the pace increasing, you kept a firm hold on him, rubbing circles on his back while he squeezed your breasts, his fingers sinking into your flesh. The slight stuttering on his hips was noticeable, right now scaramouche was testing on what would feel the most comfortable, but also most pleasurable for the both of you.

without breaking the rhythm, he pulled himself off your neck, locking your gaze with your body stiffening at his maddening expression. With your jaw gaped open, you moaned out his name, the very name he despised in the past, but with you voicing it like that, with that particular charm in your voice, it tasted like sweet honey on a summer night.

he gazed at your neck with your head thrown back at the pleasure his hips inflicted on you, your veins throbbing with blood with the notable rush in adrenaline shooting into you. Your walls were tightly wrapped around his length, intoxicating, with your hips grinding together.

all thoughts of possible negative outcomes were drowned by the way he was fucking you. Just thinking about doing this over and over again with you from now on, scaramouche had deducted that he had indeed become addicted to the feeling of you enveloped around him like that.

his hot breathing rolled over your glistering body that was covered in sweat and perspiration, his gaze focused on your person with the original first thought in him being on how messy you looked, how filthy and it was his fault alone. Surely, it wasn't necessary to explain the sudden burst in his ego, that developed by the tinkering in his mind, not when you continued to moan together with those alluring sounds of yours.

the bubbling sensation on his groin was beginning to reach its high, with scaramouche snapping himself faster into your warmth, so fast your breasts were beginning to bounce in tandem with it, making his cock press further in you. "fuck." the delicious pleasure he experienced had him lean into your face, kissing you while rolling his hips into you with the sounds of sex being more notable.

observing you with carefulness, cautious, he displayed a crooked smile, "are you close?" sobbing softly at his words, with your climax approaching, you nodded frantically. "i am so close." pleasant emotions in you rose, running your fingertips over his chest before stilling your hand on his cheek, dragging him down.

scaramouche moaned into the kiss, he wasn't sure if he was even supposed to fully be vocal with you or be as loud as he was right now. His lips, glazed and puffy, dwelling with a satiated sigh when his pace became uneven, dragging his stiff cock on your velvety walls.

the suffocating air in the room was unfolding with his patience evaporating, a sight around of small tears dwelling in your eyes at the fastened pace. In a daze, he finally spilled himself in you, a broken moan rippling in his throat with his vision becoming blurry. Your hands urged him to come down once more with your lips pressed together on his own, whining into his mouth when you twitched at the very second you felt him fill you with his warm seed.

unable to find your voice, you cried out, shuddering with your climax washing over you, yours hand around him beginning to tremble. The heaviness of your body was certain, with your thigh muscles aching as you lowered yourself back into the disheveled damp sheets.

scaramouche stabilized himself up with one hand while he roamed your body with the other, the expectations of the act alone had been overthrown by what he had felt right now. In a way, it was impossible for him to explain it, more so did he curse himself that he didn't take the initiative sooner.

you mumbled something underneath your breath and with him concentrating on your lips, he figured out what it was, his face igniting in flames. Your mouth quirked up into a smirk upon seeing his flustered state, your posture slightly straightening with him still being buried in you.

"don't you want to say it back?"

before you got an opportunity to ask again, scaramouche rolled his eyes at you, visible annoyed. "i don't think I have to tell you that i love you." he narrowed his brows, swallowing the knot in his throat when he pulled himself out of your messy hole, his cum pooling out.

"and why is that?"

undoubtedly, you thoroughly enjoyed messing with your boyfriend, not to mention when he was embarrassed for whatever reason. "because you already know i do, are you stupid?" you snickered at his words, deciding to curve the conversation into another direction.

your gaze lowered, with the both of you being in dire need of a shower, watching the mess unfold further on the silky sheets. You savored into the intimate atmosphere when he plopped himself right next to you, indirectly opening his arms so you could slip yourself in his hold.

naturally, without pressing the matter further, you do as he craved, catching his eyes to indulge in his afterglow expression. His chest was heaving unevenly, he was still out of breath and you found that immensely adorable, more so how he desperately tried to hide it from you.

"don't look at me like that." of course, you thought to yourself, he snapped at you with his head averting your gaze. You hummed to yourself, fluttering your eyes shut with his attention pointed to the small circles you drew on his chest.

the bittersweet smile on his lips, you did not spot, and he did not want to show you.

plastered on his mouth with scaramouche finally being able to let go and experience the feeling of just living, just existing without a bigger cause he had to participate in, but to simply be there with you, with you enveloped in his arms as you drifted into a comfortable slumber, together.

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◈Why her?◈

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<Scaramouche x Reader>

<Aether x Reader>

-Angst ~ No comfort

Summary: All it took was a single follower to ruin your relationship with him

Gender: Female

Warnings: Murder, violence, attempted murder, replaced, stalking, obsession, yandere-ish reader, attepted suicide, bad writing skills [Thats all i think]

A/n: I hope you enjoy~!

(Feel free to correct my grammar!)

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You've been with Scara through thick and thin. You were always there for him, comforting him, supporting him, listening to him, helping him, killed innocents for him, anything you could think of, you did it all for him.

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"Why are you doing this!?"

"Because I love him."

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After hours of listening to screams and begs, you finally heard silence.

Here you are again tonight, killing another innocent family just because Scara wants you too even if you didn't want to, you did. Because you would do everything and anything for him.

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"You're home" you heard someone say. You looked at the couch of your house to see him.

"Did you kill them all?"Scara said looking at you.

"Yes"

"Good"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Ya"

"Without me again?" You said while sitting down beside him, slightly frowning.

He just looked at you with a blank face and leaned on your shoulder.

"Oh! Scara i havent washed up yet! The blood would stain your clothes" you said, trying to gently push the man off you

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He then grabbed your hand and said "I dont care, stay here" he glared.

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It was nice being with him afterall he was your only someone and you're his only someone. You're not really good at socializing that much and besides you're to busy worshipping Scara to even make friends.

You were kind of glad that Scara...yk only comes to..you? And aslong as he comes home to you, you're happy.

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But one day, all of that suddenly changed, when Scara found out about a little follower of his.

You were sad

You were angry

You were happy...?

..You said to yourself that aslong as his happy, you're happy!.....

'but.. why do I feel this way..? Why do i feel like i lost a part of me..?' You thought to yourself.

You looked at the dinner table and saw the dinner you made him untouched.

Each day, Scara's time at home lessen. He spends less time with you and only comes home once in a while.

And everytime he came home, he always talks about that follower.

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You spend the whole night at the bathroom thinking about that follower . Feeling jealous because you spent half of your life with him!? And then when a little follower of his pop up, you were suddenly a nobody! You were suddenly replaced because someone new showed up!

"Why her!?"

You hate it so much you cant even scream, you just cried your heart out until you cant no more.

And everytime he talks about her, he always refers to her as his ' first follower' like bich ass what am i?! A roach!?

You spent half of your life with him just not to deserve to be called his follower!??

You cried, you cursed, you pulled, you scratch, you scream, you did everything to express your anger.

And when you found out that Your beloved Scara watches her sleep!? You freaked out!?!!(not infront of him)

You litterly worshipped him!? Why dosent he watch you sleep!? Like wth

"This is so unfair!" I silently screamed.

You're a bit mad that Scara refers to her as his first because he unsurprisingly gets pleasure from seeing your jealous/mad face.

And after you calmed down a bit you swore you're going to get rid af her.

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After days, you finally found out where she lives and where her usual spots are.

When Scara has to go away for some things you took this chance to try and assassinate her.

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You were about to slit her throat when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist to a tight hold.

You looked up and you saw him..the same man you fell inlove with...

"WTF ARE YOU DOING!?"

"I- ..I-"

After all what he did to you, he never failed to still make you shy..

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"IM SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!" You begged. Bowing so low you touched the ground below.

"Did i tell you to speak?"

You shaked your head, not daring to look at him.

You probably had the worst night after that.

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Here you are laying at your bed looking so lifeless.

'What are you gon do now?

Your only purpose in life, left you for another..

'Why her?' You thought, recalling all your memories of him.

You were sad

You were heart broken

"Why am i like this!? Were not even together! We were nothing to begin with!"

'But i cant help it....'

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You were walking around the village. Every one giving you wierd looks because you look like a zombie! You litterly tried to starve yourself to death but thought that your life aint dedicated to him so why are you doing this to yourself?

You were walking mindlessly when someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder, you turn around and saw a young man with blonde hair and on his side you saw a ..fairy?

"Hello miss, is everything alright?"

"Ye? Why did you ask ...and base on your clothing it seems like you are not from here.." You looked at him up and down.

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After that faithful encounter, you two have gotten close, he visits your home everyday together with the littel fairy called Paimon, and you seem to have gotten better, to the point you start to forget him.

"Hey y/n!" Someone yelled as i turned around to look who it was.

"Oh hey Aether, do you need anything?" I smiled at him.

You admired his face, you grew fond of him and even developed a little crush but got pulled away from your little world when he asked you something.

"I wanted to ask you if you want to join my adventures!" He excitedly asked.

"Of course i would love to!" I chimed in excitement.

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Months past..

You confessed to Aether about your feelings and he shyly accepted, it was such a cute sight that you just want to bite him smh.

Paimon annoying you both by teasing.

You were so in love that you completely forgot on who your first love even was.

And you three lived happily ever after~

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Speaking of first love, what about him? Did he find his happily ever after or did he became a withered rose..

Scara's pov:

After that night, i slowly started to miss her..

Her sweet smile

Her sweet cuddles

Her sweet voice

Her sweet everything

I missed the time when i come home and shes there waiting for me with that lovesick smile, but now when i come home..its-..its just lifeless like me.(lol get it? Cuz hes a puppet and ye-😂😂.......🙂ye you probably didn't laugh..)

And what happened to my first follower?

Ye she moved on and forgot about me..

Cant believe i just lost another when im at my worst.

I thought about all the times i spent with her as i slowly watched her walk down the aisle to her future husband, whos slowly crying.

I settled on just watching her and protecting her from afar since Y/n seems to be enjoying her life more with another than with me..

It hurts but atleast shes happy

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In the end, im just nothing but a lost soul.

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And he live not so happily ever after~!

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*Masterlist*

Thank you for reading this story!

The story might have changed a bit since ive been putting it off for a while😓

-January 22 2023

Happy Chinese New year 🥰

[suguru-getos]

HIIIIII ABOUT THE REQUEST I SENT ON YOUR OTHER ACCOUNT! SO SORRY AGAUN BUT LEMME JUST- PASTE IT HERE

Could you do Zhongli / Xiao / Diluc / Scaramouche / Dainsleif reacting to their S/O having so many past scars? Their s/o is always out on adventure and always takes any kinds of risks. I hope that makes sense-

hii hiii !! 🥰🤍 pls no need to be sorry its completely okay luvie. i’m gonna write 3 cuz feelin’ lazy 😭

genshin men reacting towards your scars:

characters included: zhongli, xiao, scaramouche.

zhongli: this man notices your scars when he sees you undress for the first time in front of him. he wanted to make love, passionately. owning all your senses and making sure you forget everything but him. his eyes wander around your body quite shamelessly. of course it makes you insecure, you had a lot of scars. “do you? not want to do it anymore?” you ask him, voice feeble and meek. he only leans down on his knees, lifting your thigh up as his skilled fingers glided across your inner thigh, caressing the long scar you were bestowed with in one of your adventures and kissing it softly. “i never saw your body before, let a god, worship another goddess,” he cooed, leaning in and taking your supple skin to his torment and marking your body with hickeys. it doesn’t matter to zhongli how you look. it would never. he needs to keep the promise of being there for you forever after all.

xiao: this man, this seasoned yaksha with intimidating tattoos and scars of his own found yours incredibly attractive. he noticed them when you were trying his clothing one day, who doesn’t want to? especially when our dear adeptus smells heavenly? he stood there, mouth agape as the fabric hugged your breasts, the scars in your hands on sight. you had some on your collar bones as well. he fell for you even more, you looked so beautiful in his clothing, and just… by being you. his trail of thoughts were not ceasing until you cooed, “xiao? stop staring!” his trance broke and he flushed, looking down. “don’t play the victim when you look so stunning wearing my garments,” he is in love, all over again.

scaramouche: he knows every single scar, every single scratch, every single mark. it’s the new ones that bother him. he just wants every bit of you save and sound under his care. happy under his wing. “where’s this one from?” he allowed you to go to one of your recent adventure expeditions; allowed. all you promised him was your safety. scara’s brows furrowed as he glided the pads of his fingers across your scar. “oh— ahh, just got hurt nothing much” you cooed. knowing full well he doesn’t take it lightly. “you know it, don’t you? pet.” his eyes were heavy on you, looking for the answers he wants. “yes- it wasn’t my fault, you know? it was just a bunch-a samachur-” he chuckled, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned in, authoritatively whispering, “next time, if you are so fond of your little adventures, accompany me in my journeys,” it was more like a decision, not a suggestion.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hazeeelll ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you’re having a wonderful day! This event is so cute aaa. May I ask for The Lovers, The Star, and Justice with Scaramouche? My Tarot loving heart is swooning~

Lovers (true love), Star (destiny), Justice (truth), The Fool (fear or losing something) :: Scara x gn reader | neutral fate

Warnings: sfw - mildly possessive themes, Scaramouche personality vibes  (combined requests)* 

The shaper of fate, the sculptor of his future. Scaramouche didn’t believe in the predetermined destiny others prayed to, others worshiped and led their lives by. He had alternative plans the day he was abandoned to the world. Tossed aside like a book the owner didn’t even skim through. For years he told himself he would make the world in his name and that was the destiny he vowed to forge. 

Everything was laid out as it should be. His subordinates were hand-selected, and molded into his desires as tools just like him. There was no empathy in him, no compassion. He didn’t have a need for them. He ruled with fear and power, manipulation and corruption and, as long as you stayed out of his way, you too could walk in his shadow. 

Scaramouche had a future, one he’d piece together until it all laid out perfectly before him. He left no spot for his heart, until you. 

It started slowly. You caught his eye when you passed by, like a fluttering butterfly, a lightning bug you drew his attention and although you didn’t know why you rose through the ranks so quickly, you did your best not to complain. Soon, and without fully knowing how, you were at the harbingers side. 

The closer you became the more fearful he was at having you pried from his grip. There were moments he felt suffocated by Teyvat itself when you weren’t near, he felt trapped, claustrophobic when you left the room. Hours would go by and he would be distracted until you returned and his eyes settled on your smile, your delicate bow. He only knew peace when you spoke. Only knew tranquility when moved.

One day, you’d commit to him and he’d finally have the answers to the elusive questions that plagued his heart.  

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“Are you finished with these, sir?” You asked him, fingers touching the parchment resting on the edge of his desk. He glanced at you from under his bangs but didn’t lift his head. 

“Take them.” Scara dipped his pen back in the well before scribbling a note irritatingly on another document. It would be a good day when he didn’t receive incompetent news from those under him; how hard was it to find an archon, people literally worshiped them. With a sigh, he folded the paper just enough to slip into the envelope. When he was finished, your hand was already extended to take it from him. 

He would have said something if he hadn’t gotten distracted by the looseness of your clothes when you bowed in appreciation. If you hadn’t drawn near enough for the wind to capture your sent and bring it to his senses. He would have spoken louder than a mumble at your preparedness if he wasn’t so annoyed at how embarrassed you made him for absolutely no reason. 

“Master Harbinger.” A voice called to him from the hallway but didn’t enter until he waved them in. It was a good decision on their part since he was half tempted at electrocuting them for interrupting his obsessing over you.

“What is it.” 

“I have word from Snezhnaya.” 

“Bring it.” Scara watched the informant stumble over themselves, with an irked click of his tongue, he demanded they move faster. The informant shakily handed the document to him before making an unbalanced bow and exiting from the room as swiftly as they could. Scara chuckled to himself, pleased how much they were intimdated by him. “So ... what is this ...” The letter described his next target but the crypticness of it gave him a headache. “Sumeru, huh.” 

“Is that where you are headed next, Master Scara?” Your question caught him off guard. The rise of it made his heart flutter so he coughed to settle it down again. 

“Yes,” He began, lifting out of his chair to head toward the fireplace. “Though I don’t know why I’m always the one being carted around place to place.” He huffed and tossed the letter in the fire before heading to the open window. Something about the room made his head spin. 

“When will you leave?” You asked somewhere behind him. He didn’t look and instead focused on the twinkling stars in the sky. 

“Within three days.” 

“Mmm, not much time to prepare.” Suddenly, you appeared at his side. He bit his cheek and dug his nails into his arms as he watched you steadily pour a cup of tea and place it on the open windowsill. It brought a lovely aroma to his nose but he had half a mind to think you were the cause and not the tea. “Is there anything you’d like me to prepare for you journey?” 

Scara reached for the teacup but stalled his movements. Practicality called for any number of items to be added to the list but irrationality called for only one. “You.” He voiced and swore a tree would catch on fire from the electricity in his veins at the look on your face. 

“Me?” 

“Is that not what I said?” His stubbornness slipped into his voice but he tried to play it off by resting his hip against the sill. It dug into his bone but felt grounding considering the situation. 

You wrung your hands and fussed with your hair. It dawned on him in this moment that you behaved this way only when you were with him. The thought made him unbelievably happy. “Sir, I’m just an attendant.” 

“You’re far more than that.” He whispered, before taking a sip of tea and his fingers lifted to brush away the strands of your hair that touched where he couldn’t.

Others were always so anxious around him but you, you were different and, right now as he watched you shyly look anywhere but at him, he discovered a truth he’d never allowed himself to accept. 

He loved you and, by the looks of it, you loved him too.

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