#kunikizushi x reader

[chericos]

Pulling the Strings 🎻

Featuring— scara and his emo band

[hollythius]

EEEEEEEEEEEE HOLLY!! MY LOVE!! /p 💙 congrats on 200!! you deserve that and so much more i’m telling you

i’ve never requested before so excuse me if i sound hella a lil awkward,,,, so for the event i’d like scara (explodes) + “the hand behind their nape, when they're embarrassed” if that’s not too much!!

take care holly <3 mwah

hand behind their nape + scaramuche

thank you for requesting yui!!! hope you like it :3

it wasn’t too often you got to see scaramuche embarrassed. today was one of those rare encounters. he’d handed you a bushel of your favorite flowers— arranged in an endearingly messy way. did you do this yourself? you asked, to which he responded with shut up! and a red face. his hand played with the back of his hair, his blush staying put on his cheeks. look, maybe i did. what about it? he asked stubbornly. you laugh softly, kissing his cheek. thank you, kuni. i love them.

go request for my 200 follower special event!

[ariilovesmoney]

Scara Ritual

Interact with this post to have Wanderer 😊🙏🔥

[reblogingscarastuffuntiligethim]

Yall wake up... I found another one

— 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟

★ soft!lover!wanderer x shy!reader requested by @dobadoo

★ I don't actually remember the specific request that was sent in, but the reader was supposed to be more innocent and naive with scaramouche being more cold and distant, so hopefully I got that right lmaoo enjoy!

★ disclaimer: you and wanderer are in an established relationship and there's definitely a lot of physical touch, Wanderer's also more of a soft yandere here.

A gift from the heavens, an angel amidst lowlives, perhaps even a miracle, was his precious flower. He couldn’t help but admire the way rays of morning sunlight danced over the slopes and curves of your body as you slept. If only his creator had installed a lens inside his eyes that’d allow him to photograph this moment, bury it somewhere deep inside him beside the remnants of his past selves. And to think other people would’ve been able to see you like this had he not sunk his claws into your heart first and foremost…no, no that wouldn’t do. 

Luckily, you stirred before your lover could conjure yet another fictional scenario to get angry over. “Go back to sleep, flower.” Wanderer murmured, the tips of his ball-jointed fingers gliding over the line of your brows to brush away any sleep-tousled hairs from your bleary eyes. You looked so lovely like this, just barely rousing from sleep to the sight of him sitting up in bed with those piercing eyes staring down at you- calculating, almost cold had it not been for the way your warmth melted the ice around his heart.

“What time is it?” You mumbled, rolling onto your side and then slumping forward with a groan. His hand naturally found its way to your back, briefly tracing the line of your spine up to your nape- bare skin compared to where his electro sigil remained etched into his skin as a permanent reminder of what was meant to be his legacy. “Hey, you’re-...you’re staring, stop that…” He could only smirk, feeling the warmth of your skin nearly double as blood rushed to your face in embarrassment under his wordless stare. 

“It’s early. And it’s not like you’re stopping me, quit your whining.” Cold fingers trace around your neck when he tilted his head to find your eyes with his own, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. A sweet gesture, though like everything he did, calculated. Each pass of his hands on your skin, each smile you gifted him, he absorbed your light like darkness. Your stars to be lost in his skies. You’d never have to worry, of course, not when he took such good care of you. From the first day you stumbled into him, in disarray and a flurry of apologies over tripping into him or something- he couldn’t quite remember what you said, not when he was so entranced by how alive you were. His personal sunshine for skin damned to run cold. 

Similarly, it was his detached demeanor that drew you closer to the puppet. Like smoldering embers, a flame dormant- just waiting for a spark to render it alive again. “You look like a mess.” He snorted, tugging at the wrinkled fabric of your sleepwear. In retort, a huff left your lips as you grabbed his shirt and tugged him backwards- an uncharacteristically bold move from his sweetheart of a lover. 

“And you look pristine. Something you wanna tell me, mister?” Came your playful chiding, knowing that he rarely slept. Sleep to you was necessary- to him, it was an excuse to lay with you. 

“Careful,” Wanderer scoffed, his whole hand laid over your giggling face and pushing you back onto the bed. “You’ve gotten a bit too cheeky as of late.” He griped, scowling with his arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t tell me I’m already influencing you?”

When you only bashfully smiled and shrugged where you lay, the blankets enshrouded about your bodies like clouds, the frown lines about his lips softened. With an exaggerated sigh, the former harbinger lay beside you and dragged you by the head to lay on his shoulder. “Fine. We’ll rest an hour more, but that’s it.” He begrudgingly speaks, as if it wasn’t his idea.

And as you slowly fall back asleep, overheating the bedsheets with your warmth while his cold body cools you back down, he stares up at the ceiling with a lazy smirk. All this song and dance to keep you under his control when it was plainly obvious that it was you who had the lone wanderer wrapped around your pretty little finger. 

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Word Count: 626

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- Ky♡♡

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about Scara making us rub his cock with our pussy until we both cum

DOM! BOSS SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE BODYGUARD READER.

100 followers special AHH OMFG TY.

PURE FILTH.

Juicy stuff: Grinding,Recording, at a desk :<, Yandere themes

Featuring: CHILDE, he's your bestie in the start :) had so much fun writing Childe in this KKLMK I LOVE HIM❤️❤️😩

1.2K WORDS.

amazing art credits! Scara masterlist Part 1 of Boss scara.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Stillness, Silence. The complete opposite of thunder. And that was his mother, The raiden shogun. God of thunder. Rumors spread around the elaborate 'Gakaden' company that once again her excellency has cancelled another meeting with her son. Its been 200 years since he's last seen her, heard her voice. Scaramouche was only able to rejoice in the sweet sent she left from each letter that was sent in her fluid handwriting.

"Y/n Y/n!" Childe said while tapping your shoulder. "Ah! Childe!! you scared me. Dont sneak up on me like that!" you nudged his shoulder in return. "Hah hah. sorry comrade~ anyway. Did you hear about scara?" you closed the book, bookmarking where you left off. "Yeah our Excellency is quite the busy woman. At least now i can catch up on my book" you smiled. "Why'd you ask? Is everything okay?" You gave a concerned look and the ginger then laughed at you. "Well the thing is.....IM GOING BACK HOME!!!" he took out a picture of teucer and the rest of his siblings. They we're wearing christmas sweaters while holding a 'welcome home' sign. "oh shit really!? your going back to snezhnaya? Thats great childe! how long are you going to be gone?" "hmm probably a month or two. Scara said we needed a break." Childe said "We? what do you mean by we?" You looked at him suprised. "Soo...You dont know gurly?" You gave a straight face. "No- I dont know GUrLy" "Scara is giving us a month off from work. He said something about wanting time to himself and-- I dont know the rest. To be honest, all i know is that we come back next month on the 30th." You scanned the room to see your fellow co-workers organizing their desks and holding boxes in their hands. "Seriously!? Thats great! That means i can go back home and-" Suddenly. The intercom rang with a short beep.

"If Y/N L/N Is still present in the building, Please report to Lord Scaramouche's Office Immediately!"

You tilted your head at the request. "Oooo did you get in trouble y/n??" "No? Or at least.. I hope not." You got up and placed your book back on your desk. Sighing at the sudden realization you we're gonna be by yourself without your 'best friend' for another month. "hey hey.. Cheer up okay? Its only a month and besides. WE CAN ALWAYS TEXT!!" childe waved his phone in your face, your sad expression then turning into a happy one. "HEY THERE GURLY-" "YOU LOOK WELL" "CARE TO EXCHANGE.." "NOTES?" The both of you giggled and then hugged eachother one final time. "Im gonna miss you so much ajax~" "of course, The one time you say my name its when im leaving-."

The intercom rang again. "Y/N... L/N.... REPORT TO LORD SCARAMOUCHE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY." now with a more nervous tone then ever. "God. Wonder whats going on over there they need me so bad." "Well..Ill be seeing you Comrade. Take care for me okay?" He gave you a kiss on the forehead, ending it off with you two doing your signature handshake as he walked out of the company.

While climbing the many floors you eventually made it to the 13th floor. Your master's office. You slowed down your stroll in the long cold dark hallway at the sound of pleads and yells. "P-PLEASE LORD SCARAMOUCHE.. I DONT KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I ASKED THROUGH THE WHOLE BUILDING TWICE, HAVE MERCY-" It sounded like the woman on the intercom. "Twice? I said bring her to my fucking office. Not call her, Not ASK around for her. Bring her. But you cant even do your goddam job." you put your hand against the doorknob, conflicting weather you should intervene or not. "Your nothing. Do you know that? Nobody special. I dont care about your family, Your kids, Or your life. Under me, Your just someone i hired for my mothers sake. Just a worker. Replaceable like the rest of the humans in here." You turned the doorknob, hoping to intervene in what sounded like the potential murder of your co-worker. She was being held by her throat, hovering over the balcony while scara held his signature katana in his other hand. "KUNI- STOP!" he turned his head immediately at the use of that name. The woman fell, gasping for air while recklessly running for her life out of the building.

"Hm. So you are here, Close the door." he dropped his blade in its stand and walked towards you. You closed the door, making sure it was locked and immediately turned your head. "Kuni? What the hell was that? Why did you try to KILL that woman??" He rubbed his hand along your shoulder. "Does it realllyyy matter baby? I can just hire a new one you know." he scoffed. "Kuni. Humans arent replaceable. You cant just KILL someone like that." "Mhm..Your right. Cant replace you and that sexy body of yours~" He grew closer to you, Placing your hand against his tie. "W-well..You wont have to worry about me. Or Ajax leaving..Anyway..Why did you call me in here- Master." He pulled away at your change in tone. If theirs one thing that drove kuni crazy about you, is how persistent you we're with work. Still managing to stay perfessional. He sat back behind his desk, Clicking his pen with a laid back expression. "Not in a good mood today pet, Was hoping you could change that f' me~" The balcony door was still open a bit behind him, the warm summer air breezed through the room. Making you tug at your own suit with how hot it started to feel, How intimidating he looked from across the room as you stood at the door. "O-okay..Where do you want me to go master? Do you want to go out to eat? I just have to get my case and-" he sighed and began unzipping his pants.

"Come here and ill show you~" You we're nervous at how intimate he sounded but reluctantly walked towards him. He looked you up and down, noticing how similar your outfit was to his. How your hips curved around the belt. "Want you to sit..Right here..." He rubbed his hands against his thighs, Motioning for you to sit. "B-but we shouldnt do it here- theirs people still working kuni-" He sucked his teeth at your remark. "You think i fucking care Pet? dont want to make master more mad do you?" "N..no..I dont." You closed the blinds to the balcony, remembering how you almost witnessed another womans murder infront of your eyes.. over you. You faced scara and blushed. Turning your head away while stripping each piece of clothing off of you until you wore nothing but lacey black lingerie. "God..You look so hot in those.." he groaned as you hovered over his cock. positioning your pussy right against it, "Grind on daddys cock. Fuck yes~" He threw his head back as your hands held onto the chair for stability.

"A-am i doing good for you master...?" he pressed his hands against your ass, slapping them as they made contact "AH~" "Hell yeah.. Your doing so good' want you wet for me." He shifted his hands towards your underwear, slowly making them shift down so he could see your clit. "K-kuni! what are you doing.." "Ugh~ turn your head back up- Wanna feel your clit rubbing against me" He pulled your underwear down, Repositioning you so your clit rubbed against his big length, Teasing you as your hole ached for him to be inside of you. "Master~ Your so big..hah..." "Yeah you like that pet? Like how good it feels against you?" Wet stains started to emerge on his pants as you grinded faster against him, Chasing the burning feeling he gave you. "K-kuni~ Feels so' good~ Please..fuck me.." you shifted your grip away from the chair, now tightly holding onto him instead. "Mmm dont think thats good enough love, Beg for it." Begging. Kuni always made you beg and scream for him, He loved hearing how desperate you we're for him to fill you up. To claim you as his. Watching as you cried in frustration when he'd pull out just when your about to cum. "K-KUNI~ PLEASE M' SO CLOSE" "Shit~ keep moaning like that, cum for daddy, cum for me. and ill fuck you. Fuck~ hah...bounce those tits for me. You look so fucking good~" he slowly pulled his phone out, Recording how your tongue stuck out for him and your tits bounced. How you looked like a dog in heat. "Fuck..Thats it y/n Dont stop, dont fucking stop." "AH~ K-KUNI M' GONNA CUM~ KUNI!!!!!!!!"

Your juices squirted all over kuni's pants as he came at the same time as you. You looked up to notice him recording you and covered your face in embarassment. "Mmm... is my little slut embarassed? god look at the fucking mess you made." He let his phone fall down on the floor. Roughly grabbing you and placing you against the desk. "K-Kuni! Dont be so- MMM~" he tied his tie around your mouth. Throwing his clothes onto the floor and picking up his phone once again. "Shit...Cant get enough of you y/n~ love how this pussy is all mine~ are you mine pet?" you nodded your head with no hesitation.

"Fuck yes. Im gonna break you."

[zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon]

How they ask you out part 2

Part 1 --> x.

Masterlist --> x.

Parings: Wanderer/scara, Tighnari, Alhaitham x gn!reader (separate)

Type: bullet points

Warnings: none I think?

Probably a part 3 if you wanna, or just cause I simp over too many characters in this game.

Wanderer/scaramouche

He wouldn’t verbally ask you out at first. It actually ends up being revealed to be a date in the middle of said date.

Just the occasional, “get up, I need to go to town to get this.” or a simple “follow me.”

It would never be something overtly a date, just simple shopping dates, or “needing to stretch my legs is all” walks.

it would never extend past that for a while, and he was content with that.

It takes a lot of convincing from the traveler and Nahida that he should ask you out.

And a lot more encouragement in himself to actually do it.

It would start out the usual.

“Nahida asked for us to help out with the next festival. C’mon, I want to get this done before dinner.”

“Nahida’s really been running you around lately huh?” As this was the third errand this week that “Nahida” has brought you on.

“Yeah....it’s been a real pain.”

You gather supplies and place them near the underground bazzare. You planned on leaving for the night after that, but the “goodbye” never happened

He led you to stands to look at the food and knick knacks, before eventually stopping at a restaurant. You thought maybe it was to get more supplies, but you found yourself sitting down.

The conversation was much, but you found it’s often more comfortable sitting in silence with Wanderer than not. (often due to people thinking he’s picking on you when you converse in public).

Eventually the food arrived, and he just began eating, eventually you just had to ask. “Is there....a reason we’re here?”

“What do you mean what reason? We’re eating aren’t we?”

....

“Wait is this a date?”

“Took you long enough moron.”

After that It’s sortve code that “running errands” is his way of asking you on a date.

Tighnari

Would make it sound like your idea

He’s very open about his liking of you to Collei and Cyno.

If you worked for the rangers it’d be mainly his conundrum of work place relationships and how serious he should or shouldn’t pursue it.

If you’re just a bystander the problem would then be how busy he is with work.

Either way he seems to find a reason not to ask you out.

“You could just do something simple like write a letter to them, maybe something anonymous for now? Like a secret admirer!”

“I’m a ranger Collei not a poet.”

“Doesn’t the saying go “The way to a person’s heart is through their stomach?”

“But if I want to make a good impression it’d have to someplace in Sumeru city, do you know how long it takes to make reservations to some of those places?”

If you aren’t oblivious though it’s pretty obvious his banter towards you is more than a little flirty. The eye rolls around you guys are also very obvious.

You offer to stay after and help him organize new plant samples

"Why do a lot of these look like they're shaped like hearts."

"Do they? Hm. What a coincidence." Continues to write down paperwork so you don't seem him smirking

All according to plan

"Don't tell me this is you're corny attempt at flirting."

"Who Said I was flirting? They were simply the easiest samples to obtain. Do.....do you want it to be flirting?"

Pfft. Someone help this fox. His tail twitches at the snort you gave and he fights the urge to look at your face for a certain reaction.

"Well if it is an attempt at flirting, the next logical step would be a date-"

"I thought you'd never ask. How about drinks tomorrow after work?"

Alhaitham

Plan plan plans. To a T this man sets up the perfect walk in.

Surprise date man. Another person who doesn’t ask, just wants to woo you.

Rents out the entire bottom bazziare (I forgot what that’s called, the place with the underground stage lol)

It’s a late night in the library, originally another all nighter studying for classes. 

“How about we stretch our legs for a bit.” He suggests, it’s a bit out of left pocket, and he notes the small quirk of your eyebrow when the suggestion is given. You still agree non the less.

Making your way around town, he starts a conversation that leads you to wander with him taking the lead, not paying any mind to where he’s leading you as you’re wrapped up in a topic he knew would distract you.

It takes you a moment to realize he isn’t following you anymore before noticing your surroundings.

The bizzare was decked out with paper lanterns on the floor and atop the vines, an orchestra begins playing upon Al haithams request. Any street vender that was working that night brought out food, placed upon a picnic blanket just in front of the stage before making their exit.

“As much as I would love to hear you go on about this matter, I do believe we came out here to take a break from such subjects.”

He stretches an arm out for you to take, which of course you do, before leading you to the picnic blanket, sitting down with you and pouring wine.

Smooth ass mother fucker.

[reblogingscarastuffuntiligethim]

AND ANOTHER ONE

The Power of Lyrics

POV: All Scaramouche was supposed to do was sing a song that the crowd was asking for, but he should’ve known that would’ve been a bad idea to him and you.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an angsty SFW Oneshot

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— AU is: Modern

— Rockstar!Scara x Common!Reader

— Mentions of vomiting, toxic relationships and death threats

“Something bad is ‘bout to happen to me.” You watched the stage’s lights slowly fade from white into an intimate red tone, making Scaramouche look even more hypnotizing in that black tank top and blue jeans along with his wine-red guitar.

The whole crowd started screaming in extreme excitement as the words came out of his mouth. It’s been almost a year since he last sang it to a crowd and they’ve been begging for him to sing it the whole show after all.

“I don’t know what, but I feel it coming.” He looked down at the multiple fans in the front rows of the audience, admiring the passion and joy in their faces.

But you knew he couldn’t really keep his eyes on one direction for too long, so he quickly swayed his head around to make contact with the people in the back as he breathed in and out for the next lines. He would frequently talk a lot about these little details and rules of performing to you.

“Might be so sad, might leave my nose running.” Was it worrying for you to be already feeling sick and wanting to stop Kaveh from showing you what was going to happen on that clip?

“I just hope she don’t wanna leave me.” What an awful feeling of nostalgia… making your heart ache in grief for something you didn’t wish to be grieving for.

But inevitably, his voice was bringing your mind back to many years ago to when he first sang that line to you.

It was your three-year anniversary as college lovebirds and you two were in a private room in your mutually favorite restaurant. Scaramouche was deeply in-love with you, but was struggling with money during that era, so he opted to give you that song as a gift instead. You even remember tearing up while listening to his gentle voice singing it, after all, every line of it was a reflection of how Scaramouche felt about you.

And right after it… he proposed to you.

“Don’t you give me up, please, don’t give up.”

“Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby.”

You were the one that convinced him to publish it after a few talks about his career, which fairly resulted on his first hit and the beginning of his career. The pride you two shared from that achievement convinced you to play it during your marriage’s party while swaying with each other in the dancing hall with other couples around. You, in that beautiful white dress and makeup, and him, looking so elegant in that black tuxedo. The both of you under multiple red lights just like Scaramouche was in that stage, but alone.

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you.”

The crowd begun turning on their phone’s flashlights and swaying them according to the chorus’ rhythm and their voices noticeably rose in volume. After all, it was the catchiest part of the music.

“Something bad is ‘bout to happen to me.”

“Why I feel this way, I don’t know, maybe.”

“I think of her so much it drives me crazy.”

“I just don’t want her to leave meEEh.”

Your eyebrows rose when you heard that voice crack.

Scaramouche’s voice never cracked during one of his shows, or at least, not so enormously like that.

Perhaps this was when it would begin.

The microphone attached to the back of his ear slightly captured noises of what you recognized as Scaramouche clearing his throat. You heard him do it many times in his studio.

“Don’t you give me up, please, don’t give up.”

“Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby.”

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe…”

“Only you… dar— ling… only you…”

Scaramouche would typically walk around the stage during these quiet moments, jamming his head and feet according the beat, or he would interact with the crowd, making gestures or questions. But, since Kaveh gave you a preview of what was going to happen in that clip, you weren’t surprised to see him struggling to keep composure, but you were a little hurt and awkward to see how it was happening.

Scaramouche wasn’t doing anything, not even playing the guitar. He was just pathetically standing in front of millions while staring at the edge of the stage along with a few sighs being caught by the microphone.

The awkward ambient he created was giving you an unbearable secondhand embarrassment. Thankfully, from the point-of-view you were watching the clip from, the camera could still sneak underneath his hair and capture his face, and his facial expression seemed a little worried, as if he was disassociating with the moment. After all, he had almost disconnected with the song’s rhythm.

Perhaps, it was done, right? You couldn’t keep looking at him like that. Scaramouche almost had an episode mid-stage, but now that the song went on its little break, where only a romantic guitar solo would happen, he would use it to think strategically, regain his facade and continue singing normally, right?

“Keep watching.” Your colleague, Kaveh, tapped on your shoulder when he realized you weren’t too focused on the video anymore, which forced your eyes to linger back on the screen of his phone.

“Is he ok?” The person that probably owned the phone where the POV came from mumbled the question, their voice being muffled by the hundred other noises in the moment.

Buzz…

Buzz…

You felt something vibrate in your left thigh. You immediately figured it was your phone since it came from right where your stuffed pocket was, and Kaveh decided to pull his phone away to pause the clip.

“Who is it?!” He asked desperately as you pulled your phone out.

Scaramouche

“… It’s him.” You weren’t exactly surprised, but Kaveh certainly was entertained with the occasion.

“Are you going to…” He could barely hide his worry and excitement.

“Answer? No.” You quickly placed your thumb on top of the red button that was being shown at your screen, which made Kaveh get slightly disappointed, but he preferred to not comment about it.

You decided to place your phone at your desk this time, making it more accessible than your pants in case he called again.

Kaveh brought his phone back to your eyes again, and clicked the pause button to unpause it.

Scaramouche was still standing at the same spot with a breathing rhythm that was growing in speed and intensity every second.

Closer to the end of the guitar solo, Scaramouche placed a hand on his mouth. And then, it quickly panicked and moved upwards to pull most of his hair backwards.

When the solo was finally done, and the song was supposed to be back, nothing came out of his throat, just breathless sighs that were finally cracking into whimpers.

“Is he having a panic attack?” The phone’s owner asked again, zooming closer to his face.

The millions of people around him were awkwardly quiet and confused, whispering to each other and making questions. It even made you feel pity for Scaramouche’s situation. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, if Scaramouche was actually breaking down or if this was some trick to catch everyone’s attention, and perhaps get himself a viral clip on social media, or if he had actually forgot the lyrics.

Finally, Scaramouche rose his head in a blink, desperately wanting to see how disastrous his situation had become, but everyone just focused on one thing.

A tear.

Or… actually…

Two falling tears.

“He’s crying!” The phone’s owner sighed in mercy.

Eveyrone in the crowd cooed for him, which immediately made Scaramouche’s eyes to drop even more repressed tears, and his other hand to help cover his whole face.

Thankfully, it influenced a group to unite and help him get rid of the horrible embarrassment he was going through. After all, everyone knew for who this song was made for.

“What if she’s fine?”

“It’s my mind that’s wrong.”

“And I just let bad thoughts…”

“Linger for far too long.”

Scaramouche’s body leaned down as he heard the song, as if he was finally allowing himself to feel it. Although the microphone wasn’t able to catch much of his voice because of his cover, it was pretty clear to everyone that he was beginning to cry, and the more the crowd united to sing his own creation, the harder it was being for him to resist it.

“Don’t you give me up, please, don’t give up on me.”

“Honey, I belong, with you, and only you, baby.”

And finally, the moment that was most replaying on every social media:

Scaramouche suddenly crumbled and fell on his knees, sitting on the back of his ankles as he curled his entire body down to whimper in the floor. The loud ‘bang’ noise of his guitar against the floor didn’t even matter to him.

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe.”

“Only you, darling, only you, ba—

Pause.

You couldn’t bear hearing that nickname anymore or getting secondhand embarrassment from Scaramouche’s episode anymore.

You crossed your arms to think, and Kaveh immediately took that as a sign to finally turn off his phone and put it back to his pants.

“I-I’m sorry if I bothered you, Y/N, but I think you should be aware of this.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he saw your turned-off face.

“No, it’s ok.” You finally looked at him again with a weak smile. “At least I know at least five people sent me death threats on my Instagram’s DMs nos.” You shrugged your shoulders and laughed the problem off as if it wasn’t an absurd.

What were some of the quotes again?

scaramouchesversion

Kys

You bitch

I hope you’re happy with what you did

scaramouchesno1fan

How could you ever divorce him smh

I hope you die soon

You chuckled again as your remembered that last ‘DM request’. Kaveh decided to chuckle with you too since he couldn’t tell how you were feeling, but before he could even say something about it, you heard a familiar noise again.

Buzz…

Buzz…

Kaveh’s body froze as he waited for you to give him an answer.

But you simply turned your head back and stared at your phone’s screen blankly.

It was him again. That was Scaramouche about 10 minutes after having a mental breakdown onstage in front of millions of his fans, and was probably still having.

You gently reached for your phone and stared closer at it for some extra seconds to think better about what you wanted.

“I’ll answer.” You looked at Kabeh, which made him immediately nod in obedience and step away from you and your little office.

You waited until Kaveh had visibly closed the door shut to click the green button and dragged it to your ear, although you were pretty much he had his ear leaned against the door.

“Y-Y…” You heard him whimpering your name’s first syllable, trying to keep composure. “Y/N..?”

“Hi.” You didn’t know what to say, but you knew exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Oh, God…” His voice broke down even more than it already was. “It’s you..!”

“Yes. It’s me.” You shrugged your shoulders even if he couldn’t see you doing it.

“Y/N, I… I don’t even know what to say, but please, don’t hang up!” He paused for a beat to stabilize himself, noticeably swallowing down. “We… we need to talk.”

“Do we, Scaramouche?” You asked a little ironically, holding back a sadistic giggle.

“Yes! Yes, we do!” He screamed at you, mad at how emotionally distant you sounded.

“What do we need to talk about then?” You started walking in circles in your office.

“Our… our divorce.” You hated how those words immediately triggered memories in your mind.

“Kuni, please… don’t do this! We don’t have to do this!” You cried and begged to him in pure desperation while trying to hold him by his wrist to stop him from walking around your shared room.

“Can you fucking stop clinging on me, for fuck’s sake?!” His hands carelessly pushed your hands away from his wrist, repelling it away from you afterwards as if he disgusted you.

“We can still fight for our marriage, Scaramouche! For us! We still love each other despite the problem we’re going through right now, don’t we?!” You desperately placed your hands at your chest, trying to make yourself the target of his attention.

But all Scaramouche did was roll his eyes back and sigh in pure boredom and stress.

“I DON’T WANT ‘US’ ANYMORE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs to you, making you flinch away several times, pausing to recover some of his breath before screaming at you again. “IF ‘US’ IS YOU FUCKING PISSING ME OFF EVERY FUCKING DAY BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID HOUSE CHORES OR BECAUSE OF MY SLEEP SCHEDULE, I DON’T WANT IT!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” His words made you feel like your whole world was beginning to crumble in front of you and that your heart shattered in a million pieces. “PLEASE!” You threw yourself onto his legs, latching your hands on him like a leech, knees banging hard against the floor, but you ignored the pain for the sake of him. “I’ll do anything for you to not do this, Scaramouche! I’ll stop complaining, I’ll stop demanding things from you, I’ll let you do whatever you want, I’ll take care of the house, anything at all! I just don’t want us to end like this!” You pathetically sobbed on his pants, wetting him mercilessly.

Ick.

That was what he felt for you at that moment and that was how those memories made you feel now.

“What about it?” You finally focused back on Scaramouche, who was still waiting for a response.

“I… I don’t think we…” He still seemed lost on his own thoughts and memories as he spoke to you, just like he was onstage. “I don’t think we should’ve separated our ways, Y/N…” He finally said it.

You never felt such an agonizing feeling of unfairness and hypocrisy in your entire life.

“Oh, really? Why do you think that?” You scoffed at his feelings.

“I sang the song… your song…” He initiated but his voice beginning to break again due to his crying. “But I started remembering the lyrics and why and when I wrote them, and I..!” Scaramouche couldn’t hold back his cry, not being able to finish himself for a few seconds. “I regret it, Y/N!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Interesting.” You wanted to keep listening to him.

“I don’t know what was I thinking, Y/N… I was such a fucking idiot..! All that you were doing was worry and care for my health and I fucking… I fucking ruined it all..!” His voice became hoarse in that matter of seconds.

“I know.”

“Please… let’s talk about it… we can still fight for it…” It hurt to hear those words only now. You would’ve done anything to hear them a year ago.

“No, we can’t.” Your voice finally started to break too as your anger increased. It was an absurd to hear your words come out of his mouth like that.

“Huh..?” Scaramouche didn’t seem to process those words.

“You’re right, Scaramouche. I would spend hours, every single day, begging for you to not leave me, to stop with the divorce. I would kneel and hold you for your minimum care and attention and tell you that I forgave every fucking wrong thing that you did to me or the house, your ignorance, your stupidity, your distance, but you ignored it. Every single attempt of mine went straight to trash.” You started to feel a few tears forming in the back of your eyes too, and you could hear Scaramouche whimpering in regret as you detailed your past with him.

“I know I shouldn’t have done that, Y/N! I learned my lesson! I finally fucking learned on that stupid stage that it is stupid of me to ignore and neglect help and that I should appreciate it instead! I want to stop myself from doing it! I want to heal myself and become a better person! I want to heal us! That’s why I’m calling you, Y/N, I fucking love you! I love you with every fiber of my heart and every damn cell of my body! My whole fucking career doesn’t have a meaning without you!” He paused for a moment again to hyperventilate and cry for a few seconds while you reflected. “Listen to me…” His voice sounded a little bit more serious now, but still full with tears and emotion. “We can solve this. Everything will be ok between us. We can begin doing couple therapy once a week, and—”

“We?” You cut him off with a sarcastic laugh, causing him to stop talking. “You’re the only one who needs therapy here, Scara.”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! Can you stop being so fucking rude and listen to me for one minute?! I know I have no fucking rights to be asking you this right now, but I’m trying my best to express my regret here!” He seemed extremely triggered with your sarcasm.

“That’s your best?!” That was the loudest scoff you had ever done in your life.

“If you gave me a fucking chance to talk instead of cutting me off like some annoying spoiled bitch, I would’ve—!” You heard Scaramouche’s breath hitch as he realized he had said the wrongs words. “I… Fuck, I’m sorry..!” He whimpered again, anxiety hitting him like a truck.

“That’s your problem, Scaramouche. You can’t handle the consequences of your actions. You bottle them up until they explode. You couldn’t handle your career’s demand, you couldn’t handle our divorce, you couldn’t handle the aftermath of it… and you’re finally exploding to the only person in the world that would be willing to listen to you and help you, me. But, unfortunately, you chose to neglect me too until I had no option but to distance myself from you. And your execution was so lame, that now… I’m not interested in you or ‘us’ anymore, Scaramouche.” You were brutally neutral as you broke his heart, which made them even more painful to Scaramouche.

“You don’t mean it…” He whimpered like a kid.

“I’m seeing other guys, Scaramouche.” Finally, the phone call went silent for a moment.

Scaramouche tried mumbling some syllables at first, desperate to argue back as soon as possible, but you truly had left him speechless.

“W… Wha—?” Finally, you brought the phone’s screen to your eyes again, and smashed that red button with your thumb.

You threw it on your desk with less care right after, and proceeded to ignore it.

Breathe in…

And…

Breathe out.

It was done.

You felt guilty about being so cold to that rare moment of Scaramouche’s vulnerability, but you couldn’t deny that feeling of joy in the back of your heart. After so many months worrying 24/7 about his mental health when his career was at its peak, and being pushed away like you were some stranger, being mistreated and insulted in your own ‘home’, having even more chores to do at home because of his laziness, looking at your wedding’s pictures and videos, wondering how did you two manage to grow so distant to each other, missing those dear moments of love you two shared during your entire story together… it gave you satisfaction to know that you did your part and that he was the one to throw your relationship away.

And of course your phone started vibrating again. You tried ignoring it, believing that it wouldn’t annoy you that much, but it quickly did, unlike your optimistic prediction. You stopped trying to calm yourself down only to hiss in stress and smash the red button of it again, only to find out he was also sending you messages.

And although you felt pleasure on making him hurt, it was quickly reverted to pure annoyance as you unlocked your phone and opened your ‘chat’ with him, the last messages being about your divorce.

Scaramouche

Y/N

Please

Answer me

You’ve seen the clip, didn’t you?

I know it must be everywhere

These were his previous messages he had sent before you answered him, and he was finally typing again.

Scaramouche

I’m sorry

I didn’t mean to call you that

I take it back

Let’s restart this conversation

Please

Please Y/N

You never realized how fast he was at it, or maybe you were just too mad at him.

You didn’t even mind reading what else he had to type, and decided to end the only connection you two had.

You clicked in the top area of the messenger, where his photo and call options were at.

A menu of other options appeared along with a big display of his profile picture.

The ‘Block’ button shone like gold to your eyes compared to the other white-colored ones.

Block

Do you wish to block Scaramouche?

Blocked contacts will not be able to call or send messages to you anymore. This action can be reversed.

Confirm Cancel

Click.

.

It was done.

Scaramouche officially had zero other ways to contact you in a legal way. He didn’t know your newest address or occupation, so he couldn’t reach and annoy you anymore with his stupidly late regret, right?

You regained your patience and placed your phone at your desk again, trying to avoid your own sense of regret, knowing you were going to make him lose it with that.

Was he really being serious about his regret? Or was this just the natural reaction to his poor decision-making skills? Even if he was being serious, would it be possible for you to forgive his actions and go back to normal? And if he was really just having an anxiety attack, why only now? What would’ve happened to you if you said ‘yes’ to whatever he intended to do? Would you just be heartbroken again?

Bad thoughts… just like that stupid song talks about.

He really hit the jackpot with that melody, didn’t he?

“Ms. Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice behind your door.

“C-Come in..!” You quickly wiped away your thoughts and stood up again to face… him.

“I…” He gently opened the door and paused to close it before continuing for the sake of privacy. “Kaveh told me what happened… I’m really sorry.” Kazuha immediately stepped closer to you to hug you.

Now that you two were alone, you two could be who you were, an unannounced couple, meaning that only you and him knew about it. It was dangerous to announce it yet due to your past relationship, but Kazuha was fully ok with it. Perhaps he even preferred it that way.

“No… it’s ok…” You hugged him back.

“Are you done talking to him?” You chuckled at how he already knew about you calling with him. Kaveh is seriously unable to keep gossip to himself.

You hesitated.

Are you actually done with Scaramouche?

“… Yes.” You still said it for the sake of your relationship with him.

But was it more worth than Scaramouche? That beautiful, creative, talented man that got you head over heels? Would Kazuha ever be able to recreate the thrill you felt with Scaramouche?

“Oh, honey…” Kazuha smooched your forehead smoothly. “Everything will be ok.” He embraced your body another time, forcing your nose to nuzzle on his shoulder.

Despite his passion for you and all the support he has been showing to your recovery and career, you still dared to ask yourself the question and betray Kazuha.

Should you stop seeing him? And maybe… go back to Scaramouche?

While Scaramouche, still sitting on that cold concrete floor, drooling and whimpering after some nauseous rounds of vomiting while feeling claustrophobic with the size of the bathroom stall in the backstage dared to betray all his years of investment on his career.

Was his career and all that fame worth the divorce?

Even if he wanted to ponder about it, unfortunately his investors were finally able to locate him and begun banging in his door, asking him to come out of the stall immediately and solve the catastrophe he had just created in that stage before the Internet spread his outrage everywhere without a favorable context to his dear career as a musician.

Taglist: @goofy-ego @the-stinky-winky @kindofshyent @alatusorrow @luminieee @shyentsfoundherink @bigmantiddys

Y’all thought you’d get a happy first day of the year and start the year fresh? Not anymore! But happy new year to everyone! ❤️

[paradise-creator]

[6:30]

Scaramouche would never admit it but, seeing you all dressed up was quite a sight. He, himself was dressed up to. He was wearing traditional clothes of Inazuma. He dawned the colors of purple, black, and gold. He looked like royalty to say the lest. And surprisingly, he didn’t have his hat on. “What took you so long?” He grumbled, not even sparing you a glance. He would never admit that the way you looked right now, all his heart desire is to ravish you then and there. But alas, you both have a mission to do. Once his eyes did fall on you, he sighed. 

“You fool, you wore this wrong. What would you do without me?” He said. He went up to you and adjusted the piece he was talking about. Once once he did, he looked at you yet again. Now, a smirk appeared on his face. Pride swelled up his chest as he marveled at your beauty. “Stick close to me. If you get lost, I’m not finding for you,” He said. 

He offered his hand and once you take it. He linked your arms together. Once this mission was over, he will make sure your closet is filled with lavish clothes. He’ll spoil you on a later date though, The Tsaritsa’s orders come first. 

[bubblefina]

No Puppet Strings Attached 1

Summary: When Katsuragi brings a puppet back to Tatarasuna, saying that he found him wandering the shores, the village and blade smiths took him in as their own. Something about the puppet struck a young girl's heart. Despite him not having a heart of his own, the puppet felt something that would seem to be impossible for someone like him to feel. 

Pairings: Scaramouche x f!reader

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Rain on Tatarasuna was a normal thing. The blade smiths would still go to work on their weapons, even if the harsh winds blew directly in their face. They simply put up different clothes to block out the rain, so it wouldn’t ruin the delicate smelting process of the weapons. 

One of these blade smiths was Niwa Hisahide. He was a practitioner of the Isshin arts. He was so good that his skills led him to become an armory officer, but he still joined the other blade smiths to keep creating unique and well-made weapons.

Niwa had a younger sister, y/n. She was a bit eccentric in a way. Always full of energy, simply could not stay still in one place for too long. If she were picking flowers with the other girls in a field, and saw someone start walking towards the smithy, she would simply grab whatever flowers she had in her hand and make a run towards them.

Everyone had known her, because she knew everyone. No one was safe from at least one conversation with her. Even the old, sour residents of the village couldn’t hide in their huts for long. She just wanted to know anyone and everyone.

So when Katsuragi ran into the smithy with a boy in his arms, she immediately took notice. Sitting on a pile of smooth stones, she hopped off and immediately ran towards Katsuragi.

“Who’s this?” she asks.

Everyone now had their eyes on Katsuragi and the boy. 

“I found him wandering the shores, he didn’t look all that well. I brought him here to keep an eye on him.”

There was a twitch in his eye, a twitch in his eye means that he’s lying. Y/n knew this, of course. 

She raised her brow, to which Katsuragi ignored and walked towards the other blade smiths. They laid out a blanket and placed the boy on top, drying him from the rain.

“Do you know his name?” One of the smiths asks.

Katsuragi shakes his head, “He passed out when I approached him.”

As they continued to talk, y/n began to become more suspicious. She grabbed the sleeve of Katsuragi and dragged him away from the group of smiths.

“You’re lying,” She says, hands on her hips.

“I am not.” He replies.

“Where did you actually find him, it wasn’t on the shore.”

Katsuragi scoffs, “Why would I lie about where I found him?”

“Maybe because you found him somewhere that you weren’t supposed to be?” a small smirk appeared across her lips.

Katsuragi sighed, “it’s nothing like that,” y/n continued to raise her brow, “I found him at the Shakkei Pavilion”

Y/n gasps, to which Katsuragi puts a finger to his lips.

“You can’t tell anyone. I have a feeling that he’s not just some lost person that was abandoned there. There’s something different about him.”

She nodded, walking back to the group to join in as they continued to observe the indigo haired boy that laid on the cloth.

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It was dawn the next day when the boy woke up. His eyes scanned the area, this scenery wasn’t familiar to him. He climbed to his feet and exited the smithy area, face to face with the subtle sunrise across the hills. 

As he observed his surroundings, a person took notice of him.

“Hey! He’s awake!” 

A bit taken aback, the boy moved backwards as the person approached him. He had a basket full of vegetables in his hands, which he set down.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.”

The boy stopped in his tracks and continued to stare at the man. A few other people now stood beside him.

“Katsuragi found you wandering the shore yesterday and brought you here. Do you remember him?”

“Katsuragi…” the boy spoke, his voice was so soft, as if he had never spoken before this moment, like this was his first time using his voice.

“He’s a bit burly, dark hair pulled back in a bun-”

The man was cut off when Katsuragi himself showed up behind the small crowd.

“Hey little man, you woke up.”

Katsuragi gave a smile, to which the boy immediately recognized. It was the same smile he had seen before he passed out. This must be the man who brought him here. 

“Do you have a name by any chance? Didn’t get a chance to ask you before you…you know.” Katsuragi asks.

The boy shakes his head, which makes the other villagers feel pity.

“Well, do you have a home? Anyone that you may think could help you?” Another villager asks.

The boy shakes his head once more.

“Well we have no choice then,” Katsuragi says, “You’re welcome to stay with us then, but we’re going to need a name to call you.”

The crowd all thought together, muttering names to each other. Shaking their heads at each other's suggestions. They all turned to Katsuragi.

“Well, since you’re the one who found them, it’s only fitting that you’re the one who gets to name him.”

“Hey, why’s all the pressure going onto me?” Katsuragi's brows furrow. He looks at the boy and sighs.

“Kabukimono, that’s what we’ll call him. For now at least.”

The villagers were a bit reluctant at first, since the name means ‘strange thing’. However, when they looked upon the boy's face, who had a small smile, they agreed.

The story of how he got his name, and how he became accepted into the village as one of their own.

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The sun had reached its peak when y/n had gotten news of the boy awakening. She had learned that he didn’t have a name, but Katsuragi named him “kabukimono”. Curses for Niwa for not making her wake up earlier. 

She quickly cleaned herself and ran towards the smithy where the boy was. Bare feet upon the harsh grass, she gave a war cry as she ran into the smithy. The other blade smiths had gotten used to her antics, but Kabukimono hadn’t.

This was new to him, he may have not encountered many people before, but the few he had a chance to meet did not act like this. She locked eyes with him, a hazed smile appearing upon her lips.

“Oh my…” she scutters up to him, “you’re so pretty.”

Kabukimono was taken aback, she was so close to him. Their noses are almost touching. 

“Hello” the boy says, his voice a whisper.

“I- hey. Y/n!” one of the blade smiths grabbed the back of her kimono to pull her back from the now startled boy.

“Didn’t Niwa teach you any manners?”

“I wouldn’t know, he’s never around to teach me anything.” she pouts, her attention now turning back to Kabukimono.

“I heard that they named you Kabukimono, or rather Katsuragi did. He’s awful with names you know, would have been better off if I had named you.” she gleams, to which the other blade smiths laughed.

“Sure. Everyone knows how wonderful you were when you tried to name Kaede’s son.”

Y/n’s eyes widen slightly, she clears her throat and mutters something about not talking about that.

“Since I am a good person, I’ll respect Katsuragi’s decision for naming you, but I’ll make up a nickname for you, just for me.”

She puts her finger to her chin, staring deeply into the boy's eyes. No one knows how she’s able to keep eye contact with people for so long, most people would get flustered and look away, or just get bored. She however breaks the human limit of eye contact in inhumane ways.

“I’ll just call you Kabuki, it’s hard to create a nickname with what Katsuragi picked out. If only I had gotten to you first.” she pouts.

One of the older women called for her not too long, so she bid the boy and others goodbye. Following the elder woman towards the ocean, there were other women picking out seagrass for tonight's dinner. The menu consisted of chazuke and pickled vegetables. 

In the midst of picking out the seagrass, y/n indulged in a conversation the other girls were having about kabukimono.

“He doesn’t look like the other boys or men on Tatarasuna does he?” one of the girls says.

“No, he’s completely different. Take Hachi for example, he’s so tall and strong, almost looks scary at times with that scowl on his face.”

“Right, but he’s slender, his face looks so soft. He looks as if he was carved by the archons themselves. He’s like royalty.”

The girls giggled.

“His voice is soft too” y/n adds.

“You heard him talk?” one of the girls asks.

“Yeah, I was at the smithy earlier. Wanted to check him out once he woke up, he said hello.”

One of the girls squeals, “Maybe he is royalty. A lost prince from another island, perhaps?” 

The girls began to gossip, but their rant ended soon when one of the older women snapped at them to get back to work. 

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Later that night, the village gathered for a group dinner to welcome Kabukimono. Everyone laughed, drank, ate, the air felt warm with love. The boy was taken aside by the other men, toasting to a lasting friendship.

He had gotten slightly acquainted with a few, but only Katsuragi and Niwa took the time to go out of their way to talk to him. 

“Anyone catch your eye, you seem to be in a daze there.” Katsuragi takes a swing of the sake in his cup.

“That girl from earlier…” the boy trails off

“Oh, you’re talking about y/n? She’s Niwa’s younger sister.” Katsuragi elbows Niwa, some of his drink spilling onto his thighs.

“Careful,” Niwa gives him a straight lipped look, “I’m sorry if my sister made you feel weird. She unfortunately makes it her mission to know every person within a mile of the village.”

“There was this one time when a kairagi was roaming near the beach area. She was there doing who knows what, called out to him. If we hadn’t gotten there in time, she may have been his dinner.” Katsuragi stops to pour himself another cup full of sake, offering some to the boy, but he refuses.

“What’s kairagi?” he asks.

“They’re a group of samurai that deserted from the shogun's military. Now they’re just thieves who take from the innocent, show no mercy to anyone.” Niwa watches his sister dance with some girls, wondering if her vibrant nature would get her into trouble one day.

“Shogun…” the boy whispers. He isn’t heard by anyone, but he thinks that's a good thing. Perhaps he shouldn’t tell people that he’s a creation of the raiden shogun, but was discarded because he was too weak to carry out his original task.

It wouldn’t be worth it to tell them. They couldn’t gain anything out of it, what could a discarded puppet even be worth.

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Over the next few months, the boy had gotten accustomed to life in the village. Many of the village residents had grown fond of the boy, treating him as if he were their very own. He was becoming popular amongst the women as well. Unlike the normal male residents, he looked more delicate, acted very mellow. It was refreshing for them.

Both Niwa and Katsuragi grew close with him, which prompted y/n to do the same. As Niwa once said, any friend of his is a friend of his sisters.

She’d sometimes pack lunch for both Niwa and the boy. Her cooking skills weren’t on par with the other women, but she’d still try to make a small lunch for whenever her brother and the boy would go to the smithy.

Kabukimono had taken interest in the art of forging weapons, which led him to join the others in creating different swords and claymores. He never seemed the type to use those kinds of weapons.

He didn’t seem to talk much outside his small circle, but he did sometimes help the elder folk with carrying things that were just too heavy. They’d call him an angel for offering his help, to which he just smiled and said it was the right thing to do.

It didn’t help that his white attire made him look as if he was sent from the heavens. 

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The months had turned cold. Many of the crops that were once flourishing had frost covering them. Harvests consisted of many root vegetables that were good for growing in the winter. The villagers had to be careful when going out to harvest their food. During times like these, when the air grew cold to a crisp, many thieves would take their chances stealing food right from others’ palms.

The Nobushi grew in numbers during the winter, decreasing the distance between themselves and the village. They may have been criminals, but they were still humans that craved warmth and food, even if their ways of getting it weren’t the best.

During a late night when it had been the coldest it's been that month, y/n tasked herself to gather some firewood to take back to the hut. Much to Niwa’s resistance, she urged that she would be fine. There was a stockpile of cut up logs in a shed not too far away from where their home was.

Putting on a thicker robe, she rushed outdoors towards the shed, hoping to get the logs and be back as quickly as possible. The door was left unlocked so that anyone was able to access fresh wood whenever it's needed. 

Grabbing a few logs, she held them tightly in her arms before making it back to the hut. While walking back, she heard some rustling of leaves behind her. She stopped in her tracks, a big mistake.

It was the dead of night, not to mention the snow that was falling, which would make anyone want to stay indoors. Who could possibly be up this late? She had to go out because there wasn’t enough firewood, everyone else would have already stocked up.

“Is someone there?” she asks, but it sounds like it's a whisper. She couldn’t allow too much of the cold air to get into her mouth.

Tightening her grip on the logs, she continues to walk until she once again hears steps behind her. She freezes, this time not looking behind her. She grips onto one of the logs, hearing the footsteps press into the snow grow louder as whoever was nearby walked closer. When she felt as if she could feel their presence right behind her, she turned around in a swift movement, holding a log in her hand ready to strike whoever it was behind her.

The hand holding the log she meant to use as her weapon was stopped in midair. With such a grip around her wrist, she was surprised and let go of all the other wooden stumps she was holding.

“Oh…” her mouth slightly ajar, her hand letting go of the last piece of wood, “It’s you.”

As if he camouflaged into the snow. Both his white attire and pale skin, small snowflakes hung off of his indigo hair, there wasn’t any sign of him being cold.

“I’m sorry if I startled you” he lets go of her wrist

“It’s alright, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” while saying that a chill went up her spine, perhaps she should have brought an extra layer.

“I’m on patrol to make sure the nobushi don’t get too close. They’ve been closing in on the village lately.”

“Did someone assign you to be on patrol?”

He shook his head, “Katsuragi told me that I didn’t have to, but I insisted. I don’t feel the cold as harshly as the others. It’s perfectly fine.”

A frown appears on y/n’s face, he was doing this just to do it.

“That’s not right,” she bends down to pick up the logs that were on the ground, “you need to get home and by the fire.”

He also bends down to help her pick up the logs.

“Please, it really is okay. Nothing I can’t handle.”

While he reaches for the last log, she puts her hand over his. As if to check if he was actually telling the truth, his fingers were frozen cold.

“You’re so cold,” she grabs the last log, “Please at least come to my home tonight. Niwa is waiting for the fire logs, I don’t want you out here alone.”

The boy was about to reject her offer, but her eyes pleaded with him more than any words could. He sighed, agreeing to her offer. In the end, he asked if he could hold onto the logs while they walked back, it was the least he could do for being invited into her home at such short notice.

When they arrived back at the hut, Niwa was already fast asleep. The fire that was on had been dying out due to lack of healthy wood to keep it going. Y/n takes out some ashes and puts in the new logs, igniting another fire.

Kabukimono sits nearby, unsure of how he should go about making himself feel welcome as a stranger in someone else's home. Y/n offers him a knitted quilt that draped over his shoulders. He gives a thank you before she walks to brew a cup of tea for the both of them.

She brings over two cups and joins him where he’s sitting.

“It might be a little bitter, sorry. Sugar is scarce right now, but I’m sure it’s enough to warm both of us up.”

“It’s fine, thank you.” he blows the steam brewing from the tea and takes a small sip. Y/n looks to see if he has a reaction, more or so one of disgust. That’s mainly the face Niwa makes when she makes tea for him.

His expression doesn’t change, he just goes in for another sip. She takes one herself and continues to watch him as he ever so delicately drinks the tea down to the small leaves at the bottom of the cup.

“Did you like it?” she asks.

“You’re right, it was bitter,” he turns to her and smiles, “but I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.”

She gives a smile back, she can’t tell if the heat rushing to her face is because of the fire, or the fact that he complimented her brewing skills. He is after all the first to do so.

She takes the cup from him, momentarily brushing her fingers with his. 

“Hey, you’re much warmer now. See, it’s no fun being out in the cold.”

“If you offer me this tea often, maybe I won't have a reason to stay out in the cold.”

Both stare at each other for a split second, before quickly looking away. The boy coughed and hid his face while y/n put the dirty cups in a bowl to clean the next morning. 

“I’ll bring you a spare futon, so you won’t have to sleep on the hard floor.” 

After she gives him the futon, she binds him goodnight and he does the same. Both of them head to sleep, the last interaction still on their mind.

[chericos]

Pulling the Strings 🎻

Featuring— y/n and the keys

info—

y/n, a child prodigy. started playing piano at the age of 6, and continued to grow a reputation after a video was taken during their 4th grade recital

lumine, a childhood friend. was signed up as a child model and stuck to the industry since. self claimed #1 y/n supporter

hu tao, an elementary school friend. met y/n during a failed prank on another student. immediately clung onto their side after one glance

venti, another musician. first met y/n in the music room of their high school and decided to play a song together. continued to follow them ever since

yoimiya, a friend of a friend. first meeting was at their high schools volleyball team meet; ultimately became closer after she started dating ayaka. second owner of naganohara fireworks

ayaka, family friend. together since diapers and are barely seen without each other. took up modeling after her brother

[kuni-is-daddy]

THE ARC OF KUNIKUZUSHI

CW: THESE POST CONSIST OF NSFW

Thread of my scaramouche fics, will be continuously updated/edited whenever I post more.

Don't be shy to ask me stuff or just speak ur genshin thirst for scara, anonymously or however. I love talking to everyone :)👍 There are no request rules besides all characters requested being Over 18. Ask anything, anytime.

please don't re-translate my fics OR RE UPLOAD THEM😊👍 Art by @dlgodls0731 On Twitter

These Fics all contain spoilers for Scara's Backstory! Including (1.1 Stars event, Sumeru Chapter Spoilers, Inazuma Spoilers)

SCARA NSFW ALPHABET

WANDERER BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

BODYGUARD SERIES:

SMUT+FLUFF BOSS! SCARAMOUCHE X BODYGUARD READER

BOSS! SCARAMOUCHE X YANDERE BODYGUARD READER

MISSION: BOSS SCARAMOUCHE X F! BODYGUARD READER PART 2

A DATE!: Boss SCARA X F! bodyguard reader

His office: Boss Scara X F! Bodyguard reader

LESSOR LORD(DENDRO ARCHON) READER SERIES.

PART 1, FEAR: DOM! SHOUKI NO KAMI ARC X SUB! LESSOR LORD GN READER.

PART2, REDEMPTION: POWER SUB SHOUKI NO KAMI/WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER. FLUFF + SMUT

PART3, PROBLEMS IN PARADISE: WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER

PART,4 PUNISHMENT: SUB WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER

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<<"Your my pet." (Hybrid scara ERA!)>>

>DEMON SCARA X SUMMONER FEM READER

>VAMPIRE SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE READER

>SNAKE SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE READER

Sub! Catboy scara X Female reader!

JEALOUS! SUB catboy scara X fem reader

SUB CATBOY WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER

><Yandere era><

YANDERE SCARA X FEM READER: 0RGASM DENIAL

Yandere SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE READER (reader has social anxiety)

Yan scara x Female reader(social anxiety) part 2

><Soft/Comfort fics><

Wanderer! comfort smut x female reader

1 Shots/Requests!

WANDERERxSCARAMOUCHExFEMALE READER

IN PUBLIC+BEFORE MEETING: KUNI X FEM READER

BEG FOR ME: SCARA X FEMALE READER

KABUKIMONO X MALE KAEDEHARA CLAN MEMBER READER

WORKING OUT: SCARA X FEMALE READER

SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE FATUI HARBINGER READER

FLUFF + SMUT. SCARAMOUCHE X 'DADDY ISSUES' READER. PURE COMFORT

WORKING! MALE READER X SUB! WANDERER

SUB SCARAMOUCHE BRAT TAMING DUMP. MALE READER.

PRANKS?: DOM! SCARAMOUCHE X M! F! READER SEPERATE SMUT PARTS.

SUB SCARAMOUCHE X DOM! MALE NO. 1 HARBINGER READER.

ANON'S AI..: BITE-ING THIRST

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SFW, : LOVE LIKE YOU, FLUFF + ANGST.

I hope everyone enjoys my fics and trys to take care of themselves :)) please put yourself first and love yourself. The world is crazy nowadays, much love!!

[kuni-is-daddy]

Scaramouche being a snake hybrid, your friends daring you to go into the cave that scaramouche is in because they knew something was in there, he sees you and your friends but they ended up running away leaving you there with him. Him seeing that your scared and helpless so he ends up treasuring you as if your his prized possession. Him then fucking you, trying to be gentle with your small figure compared to him but ends up being rough with you and breeding you with his eggs or seed ;(

Snake! Scara x Female reader.

I don't even want to write any backstory for this. JUST WANNA THIRST but ik you guys like when i put a little story into it.

Scara fic list.

Warning!: NSFW content: Biting, Blood sucking, eating out, mating press

Word count: 1.16k.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

"they knew something was in there" What if their was a bounty to kill the 'suneku kuzushi' A name given by the people in inazuma to mock scara as a 'cursed child.' So your 'new friends' zeni and maki have a dango eating competition at komore teahouse. The loser has to lead the way within his cave and take a picture of the 'suneku kuzushi' but that was just a trick so they could use you as bait when they confront him. As you enter the cave scara watches you through the eyes of one of his snakes and After venturing for what felt like an hour, a small purple snake climbed onto your thigh and bit you, causing you to draw blood while you shrieked and hit at it with your flashlight. You finally get fed up and decide to head back out of fear it was poisonous but zeni and maki refuse to let you go out of desperation for the reward. Zeni then ties your hands infront of your stomach with rope and uses you as a shield while traveling down the cave as maki said nothing towards your pleads, just asking for you to be quiet. The three of you ventured in the cave for hours, Far and farther away from anyview of sunlight. You sniffled and cried the whole way with a hazy feeling through your head as you still drew out blood, begging over and over again for zeni to let you go when at this point, It felt like they didnt care if you lived or died.

Snake scara! who finally reveals himself after hearing enough of your begging, knowing it wasnt for him yet. Zeni yells out "SHOW YOURSELF YOU MONSTER" While realeasing his grip from you to pull out his dagger. You try run away but the snake emerged infront of you, forming a gooey figure which then melted in on itself revealing, Scaramouche. A male creature much taller then you, covered in scales along his arms and glowing blue violet eyes. You immediately began to tremble at the sight of the creature, covering your face with your tied up hands and looking down with a view of nothing but his lanky shadow.

Snake scara! Immediately looks at you and hisses at the sight of your bite wound, Remembering the sweet taste of your blood from earlier. He shifts his vision from you after being interrupted by an attempt for an attack by zeni. "Monster..? And what are you supposed to be. A poor excuse for a human?" He'd strike zeni with electro energy, Watching as his dull dagger falls to the ground while zeni screams. "Go ahead. Amuse me.."

Snake scara! watching as zeni hesitates for another pathetic attempt to attack him when suddenly he pushes you into scara. Making you fall back infront of him on the ground. You roll around with your hands still tied begging for your 'friends' to not leave you as they run away back out of the cave through the darkness. You try and crawl away but scara slithers infront of you. Leaning down to look at your droopy tears leak down your face, begging again for him to not kill you. "Shh shh shh..Stop crying." He says mildly irritated. "Trust me im not gonna kill you. Infact..me and you are going to have some fun together~"

snake scara who picks you up and brings him to his 'home' within the cave. You plead that you just want to go home but he whispered in your ear. "This is your home baby~" you start punching at him to let you go but he throws you onto his creaky bed and begins ripping off your clothes with his sharp nails. "Fuck...look at this body of yours~ your beautiful." You blush at his words and whine "Kuzushi- p-please....let me go.." he notices you tugging at the rope and unties you. "Kuzushi? So that's the pathetic name they gave me. Call me scara. I want to hear you moan that out for me." "M-moan it out..?" He laughed at your confusion. "What? You thought I was going to let you go y/n? Your mine. I'm going to claim and make you my queen." Before you could get another word out scara shoved you into a sloppy kiss, letting his long tongue trail inside your mouth and explore your sweet taste while his hand trailed to your boob, groping and feeling your nipple. You felt lightheaded at the way he ambushed your body, eyes rolling back from his tongue alone.

Your hands began tapping at his back on instinct, signaling your fight or flight that you couldn't breathe. Scara pulled away as spit trailed from your lips, panting even harder trying to catch your breath. "Shit..you taste so good.. was that too much for you pet? Want me to slow down for you~" his vision shifted down to your thighs. Rubbing his rough hands against the bite mark "scara..it..it..hurts..." "I know pet, just be good for me and relax okay? Promise it'll feel good~" he leaned down in between your legs, licking at his sharp teeth then sucking on your thighs. "AH~ S-SCARA OH GOD~" you covered your mouth and bit into your hand while the feeling of him biting and sucking on the blood from your thighs sent chills through your body. "mmmm...fuck.. more..I need more of you~" he pulled his blood stained teeth away from your thigh, now shifting his attention to your underwear. "God..bet your so fucking wet for me right now baby~" he removed your underwear to reveal your glistening pussy. "Oh god..~ look at you pet. Wet for me just like a slut. Don't think i even have to prepare you." He began to pull out his length, ready to claim you until you tugged at him. "Scara..your tongue..wanna feel it.. inside... please" he raised his eyebrows at your request.

"Oh yeah? Does my slut want master to eat he out?" you nodded then hid your face in embarrassment. He shoved his tongue inside of you. Watching as you squirmed from his tongue. "Scara! Your tongue~ AH~ Feels so good~" your legs began to squish his face in-between you thighs as he licked and sucked passionately on your pussy "oh fuck yes~ you taste so fucking good baby.. I cant~ god yes.. I need to fuck you. Love how horny you are for me~ like a good little slut~ your so hot~" scara moaned and began trailing his hand to his own length. Stroking his tip as he felt you close to cumming, quivering under his tongue. "Hah....I can't wait anymore baby~ I need it right now-" he pulled his tongue away from your pussy, pulling out his thick length and positioning himself to thrust inside of you. Folding your legs like a chair. "S-Scara wait!! It's too big!" He pulled you into another kiss, his tall body completely toppling over yours. "Fuck baby don't worry~ you can take it. Take daddy inside you like a good pet~" he pounded inside of you "oh fuck yes.. squish this cock just like that. Ah~ yes baby. M' gonna give gonna give you my seed oh god~ such a good girl" your body continued to twitch from his aggression, his length perfectly filling you up until you couldn't feel anything but it inside you. "SCARA~ IM GONNA BREAK~ IT- AH~ SCARA~ DADDY~" you dug your hands into his scaley back, practically drawing blood along his skin as you came on his cock. Your legs felt as they we're giving out but scara continued to chase his high, now growling because of how good you made him feel. "S-shit baby im gonna cum. Take it. Fucking take it like a good slut. Fuck yes. YES~" scara groans out loud enough to practically make the whole cave shake. He looks down at you to view your already passed out form under him while smirking and marking your tummy with his electro symbol. Claiming you as his.

[kuni-is-daddy]

I just want Scara to be an asshole giving me mixed signals, he sees us one day talking with Dottore and that’s a big no. He’s going to have to show you that your his (please I’m so down bad for this man) 🛐🛐

OMG AAA THAT MADE ME SAD BCUZ I SPECIFICALLY DONT FW DOTTORE BC OF SCARA. BUT THATS WHY HES SUCH A GOOD VILLAIN 😭

Brat.

DOM!Scaramouche x SUB! Female fatui harbinger reader.

Scara fic list

1.2k WORDS. FILTH.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Dottore trying to convince you to antagonize scaramouche and take advantage of him just so he can get off more experiments. Mentioning how its visible that scaramouche has a 'tolerance to you' unlike the rest of the fatui(except his 'bestie' Childe) Scaramouche would overhear this and only this part of the conversation.

Scaramouche would distance himself from you during dinner and missions for the rest of the week. During a gathering to honor childe and La signora for retrieving the geo archons gnosis you'd stand next to him and begin the conversation.

"Kuni? Love? How is your missions going? You've been busy lately and...we really havent had much time to talk. Do you want to catch up at my place after?" Scara had no intention of talking to you for god knows how long because he was truly hurt after seeing you talk to dottore. He started to believe over the course of the days he's been distant to you that you just didnt care, but after hearing 'you've been busy lately' he just assumed that you really we're oblivious. At the thought of it he smirked and then scoffed you off with a "Ok" while you smiled and gave him a one sided hug.

Scara who would purposely leave the gathering early just to wait for you inside your room in your house, Only with a black shirt and shorts on. "Oh- Kuni..Your already..here..I forgot you had a key. I see you made yourself at home" Youd try to brush it off with a laugh but his cold gaze upon you just gave you shivers. He pinned you against the wall and asked you immeditately. "What we're you doing with dottore?"

Smutt:

'Dottore..how did-' "S-scara We're you spying on me?!" he scoffed "Of fucking course i was? Where the hell we're you?! Ive been looking for you for fucking days and then I catch you with that bastard?! Have you forgotten what HE did to me y/n?" "No! No i havent.. Is that what this is about? because i talked to Dottore 1 time your all frustrated like this?" Scara was even more pissed off. first you talk to his enemy then act like its nothing. He was beyond fed up. "Kuni.. please, It was just for work. I would kill him in a heartbeat if it wasn't for our Excellency." "Yeah I know what fucking work you two we're talking about. Taking advantage of me? Huh? is that what you wanted to do Brat." "What?! no Kuni I'd never hurt-" He slammed his hand around your throat "AGh- Kuni-" "how about I take advantage of you huh? You want that?" You knew you were going to get punished anyway, god you despised your job even more. "Y-yes.. Kuni." "Good, that's what I wanted to fucking hear from you brat. Take off your top."

You nervously strip Infront of your s/o after he releases his grip off of your neck, gasping for air. "Shit look at these tits.." he leaned his head towards your chest, looking up at your expression before licking around your boobs. "Kuni~ stop.." you moaned while placing your hand against his smooth hair. "No. I'm going to mark your fucking body so you know your mine. Take it like a good girl." He caressed both of your breasts with his hands while rubbing your nipples with his finger. "K-Kuni! Be gentle..ah..your going too rough~" "shit.. I love how sensitive you are around your breasts. Makes me so hard. Are you wet for me Y/n?" You panned your face away and pouted. He grabbed hard on one of your boobs "AH~ Y-YES KUNI~" "Your so pathetic y/n, I'm trying to take your punishment slow yet you can't even answer for me. Maybe I should take you right now." He pulled away from your chest and moved his fingers down to your pants. You tried to pull away yet only now realizing you we're still against the wall. "Your so..wet y/n....love hearing your body throb for me..just like that.", He bit into the side of your neck, sucking while rubbing his finger against your clit "Scara..please AH~"

"Mmm mmm brat~ don't fucking beg for me now. I don't care about some shit rank, you need to know your worth. How your mine. How your my cocksleve. We're you showing yourself off to that sick fuck? Could he make you moan out like this?" "N-nO master~ I wouldn't..im' all yours~" Kuni's hard on grew though his pants. "Yeah theirs my good girl. Say master again and I'll let you cum on my fingers." His pace became rapid, scara put 2 inside of you as both of your body's jerked back and forth against the wall as if he was fucking you. It was too much, you could feel your heartbeat fastening in your chest, the lewd moans you let out while scara kept moaning praises in your ear "Yeah..just like that. Cum on masters fingers, be my good girl. Y/n. Cum for me. Cum baby."

"M-MASTER AH~ F-FUCK KUNI~" you gripped onto his back hard as you came along his fingers, legs shaking from the burning orgasm you just had. "God..look at how much you came on my fingers." He licked up your juices. "Ugh...you taste so good y/n. So fucking good. Maybe I shouldn't punish you since you did so well." He began picking up your shirt and bra. Up until you got on your knees, sticking your tongue out while pointing towards your mouth. He turned his head and immediately dropped your clothes. "Mmm look at this. And here I was thinking to let out off the hook" he squatted down to your height. Staring at the newfound desperation in your eyes while grabbing your hair.

"I don't care if the tsaritsa herself or the divine wants you against me. You'll only listen to me. And you'll only be mine, Y/N."

[kuni-is-daddy]

scaramouche argument fic but "make up? more like make out"

Wanderer x lessor lord reader.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

Scara masterlist lessor lord masterlist

Where it last left off your once eternal enemy, Shouki no kami. Has erased himself from irminsul. After running into you 'by chance'. You treat him out for tea at your house because of the "mysterious" aura he had. Mild teasing leads to you two building a "intimate" connection and you remembering who he truly was, Kunikuzushi.

It was the middle of a cloudy afternoon in sumeru city by the time you got back from the "date" you and Kuni went on. You knew you had many other things to attend to but that wasn't important. You wanted to make it up too him once you two got back. "Kuni... please talk to me." You sped up to him and caught his hand. He looked down on you with a look of disgust while flicking his hat up. "I thought today was going to be about you and me Y/n. But.. Unfortunately, your too busy playing as the 'god of wisdom' right now to care...about..me." he sighed. "It's not like that! I'm sorry, I just had to figure this out. The talking hydro fungus, apep and the forbidden knowledge and many more things that happened today.. I didn't expect nor want all of this. I know we we're supposed to go on our date but-" he cut you off "But what? You told me you had time and didn't care about the circumstances. Yet here I find you in the same fucking spot we are now. At the gates, walking around into the forest with some stupid creature. Simple as that. I dont expect much from you over my sins y/n but if you cant take out time for me that isnt 'doing errands' and being more a 'human' then why are you even here? Why did you even save me?" He jerked your hand away and continued walking away. "Kuni! Don't you get it though? If this was left unchecked and apep stayed this ill. All of sumeru could've been in danger. My people.. and even life all across teyvat. Of course, i love you, more then anything. But..Im still an archon." You ran Infront of him once again, stopping him in the middle of his steps while he now had a completely irritated look on his face. "That's all it's about 'god of wisdom'. Your 'people', this self-righteousness you have. Don't you hear yourself? 'life all across teyvat' more then half of it is not your concern. Who cares about the rest of fake world. Your trying to hard y/n, Just move out of my way." It was humiliating, others around the city turned their heads. Watching as their god pathetically tried to chase for forgiveness. At this point, you truly wondered if you had to pick between him or sumeru, your nation of wisdom.

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Kuni... That's all you could think about while sitting behind your desk in your bedroom. 'Your too busy to care about me.' those words echo'd through your mind. Making your heart sink with every breath you took as you picked up another inform. 'acting grand sage alhaitham has filed to resign immediately. States: 'it is not the future he wants to entirely devote his life too' you folded up the inform and placed it in a folder. "if only I could do the same." You leaned your head against the desk. Watching as the rain poured down your window, coating the now blurry view of sumeru city. remembering the countless times kuni would sit by your side reading those forms as well, proposing more "suitable" ways to punish scholars. You smiled, Remembering all of the fun moments you and kuni had, Even though in some ways you two we're complete opposites it was a blessing to have him around. A tear streamed down your cheek as you closed your eyes. Falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

Hours later you awoke to the sound of thunder, scratching your eyes you got up from your desk and headed to the kitchen. Setting up the first bag of tea you saw glimpse your eye. Leaning against the counter you sat in silence. 'That pain in my chest is still around... maybe the tea will help me relax.' You took your cup and poured the tea, blowing on it to cool it down. Taking a sip realizing a unfamiliar taste. "Bleh- what is this? So bitter.." Shifting your vision back to the tea bag, you frowned at what it was. 'Bitter black tea.' Kuni's favorite. "..maybe I should call him over so we can talk." you said while looking back down at the cup, witnessing your reflection. However, your zone out was cut short by a knock at the door.

"Hmm?" You put the cup down and walked towards the front door, scratching your eyes. Opening it to be greeted by Kuni standing in the rain. "Oh. So your here." he said casually. "K-kuni?! Why are you out in the rain?? Your going to get sick." You grabbed his hand and gestured him into your house. Already running to fetch him something new to put on. "Y/n. About earlier." You ran around your kitchen. Brewing more tea and handing him clothes. "This is the largest size I have.. i think it'll fit you right? We are the same age after all." handing the close to him, you turned your attention back to the tea. "Y/n... Cut it out." You tilted your head at his words. "What do you mean Kuni? I dont even know how long you've been out their! what if your sick" He chuckled, sat on the couch then took off his hat. "Im a puppet. You expect me to get sick? or is that what you want?" You followed him to the couch while rolling your eyes at his remark, Placing his tea on the table. "Earlier. What happened with our date. I wanted to say sor-" Kuni stuttered while speaking. "Hmm? Say what Kuni?" "Sorr-eee" you gave a dumfounded look.

'is he struggling to say sorry?' it was a little cute but sad how he isn't familiar with being apologetic. Or showing remorse "fuck. this human emotions stuff is so aggravating. Look. 'He took a deep breath' Im..sorry alright. I know I have to own up to things and your trying to help me and...I guess I shouldn't have brought up sumeru like that, it kinda was amusing going around the desert, seeing some old dragon and killing some hilichurls. Its just that..You've been the only one in my life to really care... Even after how I touched you in my past life. I Just wanted some alone time with you. Not just being your prisoner and running errands now." "Kuni..." Your eyes started to water. "Ugh. Why are you crying... I thought that was the right thing to say" He grew closer to you, cupping your cheek with his hand while wiping away your tears with a cloth. You then held onto his wrist, Sinking into his touch. "It was Kuni, just haven't heard you ever say something that nice." he chuckled. "Well I'm sure theirs a more. Suiting way for you."

Kuni pressed his lips onto yours, you moaned into the kiss while wrapping your hands around him "K-kuni~your so rough" "Mmm...but you like it that way don't you? Who ever thought the god of wisdom was such a slut for my touch" your tongues intertwined as you both exchanged each other's tastes. "Hah..fuck y/n.. cmere.. mmm sit on my lap." You sat on Kuni's lap. Slowly beginning to grind on his cock as his hands shifted down to your ass "Yeah baby, just like that. Grind on daddy's cock~" "Kuni I love you~ I..I want you.. please" you felt his hard on through his pants. "Yeah? what does my little slut want." The way his cock pressed against you would make your body shivers at how erect it was getting. You pulled him into another kiss. The both of you gasping for air. "Kuni...Kuni.. please~ cum in my mouth. I want it~" "shit keep saying my name like that y/n.. get on your fucking knees and open that slut mouth of yours" you climbed off of Kuni and onto the floor. Tugging off your shirt. "Fuck yes. Gonna take your shirt off for daddy too? Want me to cum all over your chest?" He took his cock out, pumping it more then pushing the tip into your mouth. "Hah..your mouth is so fucking warm." Kuni roughly pushed his cock down your throat, making you choke and let out a squeal. "Oh fuck~ yes. Take daddy's cock." You never heard Kuni moan so passionately before like that. The way he'd praise your mouth and chase his high "Fuck~ Ah..yes..m' so close.. daddy's gonna cum." he thrusted hard into your throat. Practically fucking you. "Hah..hah...Yes..OH FUCK M GONNA CUM~" ropes of his warm cum shot down your throat. "Open that fucking mouth of yours." He Pushed your head back and stared at you intently. Making sure you swallowed all of his cum. You did, tongue hanging out as you gasped for air.

"Fuck..Your so addicting y/n. I love you."

[kuni-is-daddy]

Being scared of scara but also passionate about him is so >>>

Hes putting you in ur place putting fear and pleasure into ur body and mind

IM SO GRRR <333

SHOUKI NO KAMI/WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER.

FLUFF X SMUT(face sittingg, god complexx) word count 1.2k

I love how the sumeru archon is so passionate about their people even after everything that happened. scaramouche has his reasons but the way he was so dismissive of that ideal just gave me BUTTERFLYS. I'm glad you liked it. 10+ notes on that is crazyy :) Now scaramouche wants REDEMPTION. hes so sorry for what happened :(.

Part 1 scara fics lessor lord masterlist

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

Its been one week since your encounter with shouki no kami. But you couldnt seem to remember anything. You woke up the next day and your body was in great pain from your back down. Along with your missing celestial weapon. The sun set as you sat at your booth you visit everyday to talk with your people in a less 'formal way.' The idea: talk to your god directly about questions you'd have regarding dreams. It took a while for citizens to adjust to talking to a great being as you but in the end everyone enjoyed it.

"Lessor lord y/n? is everything okay?" the woman asked. "H-huh? y-yeah im fine, sorry. Just thinking about things. May your dreams be blessed and my words guide you to everlasting peace." You shook the woman's hand and took a deep sigh while resting your head on the table as she walked away. 'Joururi workshop? I never heard of that place before..and their turning it into a underground research facility for scholars? No wonder their hasnt been many people here today.' As you daydreamed only 1 person remained in line, A short looking 'little boy' with a large hat, anemo vision and lengthy box in his hand. He looked down at you. His beautiful blue crystal eyes and black eyeliner put you in a trance as you looked up upon him. You cleared your throat and offered him a walk through the city, as he intrigued you.

The two of you walked through the city and stopped at your home town, the moon rose deep in the night sky. On the way, He told you He went by "The wanderer" a vagrant from inazuma. He didnt have a legitimate home and would travel across teyvat taking in the joke of a world he's in. 'joke of a world' It was amusing to you how he bluntly disrespected the divine as if he wasn't Infront of an archon. You walked closer to him and interlocked arms halfway to your home. He noticed and stopped walking. "A-are you okay wanderer?" He snapped out of his daze. "Yeah. Good." You smiled again, "Im glad you are, wanderer. I hope sumeru can maybe be your real home soon and I'll make sure everyone treats you welcomely :)" You gave him a bright smile while blushing and had a revelation. "O-oh thats right im sorry. I hope you dont mind coming over for tea.." "Oh hah hah its no problem. Of course, I'd love to come over." His smile sent butterflies into your stomach as you turned to unlock the door. However, he stared at you. Observing. Thinking. Looking at your presence. Innocent and pure. Not knowing who your falling for was the same ex-god who corrupted you and fucked you until you passed out from his big cock.

Your home was well kept with a divine smell of flowers. There we're many pictures of you with citizens during grand openings of shops and schools. A particular picture crossed his eye as he drunk his bitter black tea. A picture of you in inazuma, shaking hands with his creator. The almighty raiden shogun, god of thunder. Formally known as the electro archon. "Oh heh heh. I see you noticed that picture. Your from inazuma right? Your archon is a very nice person even though she comes off pretty intimidating." He stared at you blankly. "Is that right... " Wanderer put his bitter black tea on the counter. "Yeah! your eyes actually remind me of her's..but.. Your beautiful." you said while blushing. "Oh really? Your calling my ma- My archon ugly?" He smirked "S-Sorry! This got way off track...N-no im not.. Your just.. Really..handsome. She's..pretty but I like how you talk like you dont give a fuck. Sometimes...I miss how people would talk straight up like you." You said as you put your tea down.

"Well isnt that ironic for the 'god of wisdom' to say." Wanderer moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks with his hand. "I morally...Tell it like it is..If someone cant handle it..Maybe thats their problem." Your body felt shaken up from his presence..."Do you truly not remember me? "You seem a little out of it 'god of wisdom' Whats wrong?" he smiled. "Let me help you remember...love." You closed your eyes as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. 'i..Dont.. Remember him?' as you opened your eyes to see his looking back at you. It hit. Something about the way he said 'god of wisdom' made you shake. "K-Kuni..?" The way you said his name made your lips quiver. But made his cock hard. "Ah.. so you do remember now.. Dont worry. Things changed." "Wh-whats changed? wait did you..did you erase yourself from irminsul?!" you pushed him away with a panicked expression. "Ding ding ding! You got it, irminsul responded to my wish, but it didnt give me the outcome i desired..So.. Im starting over." he sighed. "W-what did you desire Kunikuzushi?"

You.

SMUT.

"M-me..? W-wait. Kuni, this is wrong. Dont say that again- After what you did.." you we're against the door to your room. "Shh shh.. Its okay y/n.. We're starting over remember. It'll feel good kay?" He tried to comfort you while opening the door to your room. You laid down on the bed as he was ontop of you. "You said you liked my eyes huh? How they glow... and that im 'pretty' we're you lying about that baby? or do you really love me." Your body tensed up and you started breathing heavily as he trailed kisses on your neck. "course' not..I didnt lie. Even back then i-..Care about you." It felt like slime to say those words. caring about a man who disregarded you and made you feel like dirt. "You're burning up y/n.. Relax.. okay.." He whispered.

"Want me to treat you like the god you are, love? Is that what you want. I'll make it up to you." His hands began to trail down onto your neck. "Ohh fuck i missed your body.. You like it when i hold your neck baby?" His fingers pressed against your pulse point. "shit..your heart is beating so fucking fast f' me." you scoffed "tsk are you a doctor now..?" Kuni laughed at your remark. His hands now trail down to your thighs. On instinct they press together as his hands are inbetween them. "mmm your sensitive y/n." As he explored your body you kept thinking 'this isnt right. i should tell him to stop. i- "Ah~ K-kuni. what are you doing?!" you couldnt see as his head was between your legs. "Mmm im tasting you y/n..Fuck you taste good. Shoulda' did this last time" He motioned for you to sit on his face and you hesitantly switched positions. He layed against the pillow while taking his shirt off. "Now its your turn y/n" You stared at his lean form. His body looked so well built. "Y/n.. you just gonna stare like a loser? hmm... or do you like what you see babe?" he patted again for you to sit on his face and you did. slowly lowering yourself "Dont worry itll feel g-" You slowly moved back and forth as his tongue found his way into your entrance "K-Kuni~ Your tongue it feels so good~" "mphmm baby.. You like that..?" "Y-Yes kuni." You looked down to see his eyes slowly rolling back "C-cUhm on m~ face~ y/n" '??' You couldnt make out what he was saying as you we're so drunk in the pleasure coming from his tongue. You roughly grabbed his hair and began to ride his face "M-mPH S-SHIT Y/N-" Your back arched and smothered his face with your drolling hole. You chased your own high as kuni gripped hard on your ass, symbolizing that he couldnt breathe. "Y-yes kuni~ use your tongue for me daddy..Please make me feel good- I wanna cum on your face. please" your thighs began to squish his face as he couldnt breathe. "G-gnna cum kuni~ M' close daddy.. Im so close.. His vision slowly began to turn black until you came on his face. Your warm cum painted his face along with his hair looking completely messy. In shock, you got off of Kuni as he coughed, panted and breathed hard. "Oh no- K-Kuni are you okay? Im so sorry i shouldnt ha-" you looked at his body to realize the wet tent in his pants.

"f-Fuck y/n.. Sit on my face again."

A/N: TRIED TO MAKE THIS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE :((

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about Scara fucking is hard before a big dinner with important figures

Also thinking about wanderer plunging his fingers deep into us on a walk, he’ll whisper in your ear how dirty and good you are for him, and as you finish on his fingers he’ll tell you to shake it off, just wanting to see how you struggled to walk with him afterwards

Boss scara strikes again, Ft Wanderer! X Female reader.

PURE FILTH.

juicy stuff: neck biting, Over the desk, Semi in public?

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Lord Kuni

Scara calls you to his office but this time you know what he wants. As soon as he opens the door after you knock, you pounce on him like a cat. He gives a shocked expression but immediately falls into your sloppy kiss, loving every second of your desperation to kiss and feel his touch. Your tongues intertwining as he carries you to his desk. Using electro energy to push everything out of his way. "K-kuni~ don't be so rough.." rough? He'll show you rough. He practically pins you against the desk, getting aroused as you let out a small moan in pain. "Mmh..don't talk about rough now pet~ you wanted this yeah? Kissing up on master like that without permission..I should fucking punish you." He strips you of your pants effortlessly, snickering at your embarrassed reaction. "Please I'm sorry master.. don't punish me~ please~" you whined. "so pathetic y/n... My little pet pounces on me then doesn't want it back?" He pulled away from you, wanting you to beg for his touch. "N-no! Kuni I want you! I want you master please~ please fuck me~" you spread your legs as he let out an aroused look at how wet you are. "Fuck.. look how wet you are..like a slut~" he pulled his pants down and began stroking "M' not a slut..." You pouted. "It's alright baby. Because your mine..masters little slut. Gonna have more fun with you later~ let's make this quick." He positioned his cock and rammed into you instantly, making you yell as he already hit your sweet spot~ "K-KUNI~ AH...TOO MUCH!!~"

he began thrusting, balls deep inside of you. "Shit..y/n.. your so fucking warm~ keep yelling like that and I'll cum inside already~" he moved his hands down to your waist, grabbing tightly while plunging inside of you. "KUNI.. PLEASE.. i...OH FUCK~" your moans echoed through the room, along with the sound of your skin slapping together. It was as if you were already fucked dum. "Yeah..just like that..keep moaning for me like the slut you are.. gonna give you my load baby...take it.." "YES KUNI PLEASE..I WANT IT...DADDY~ I-" he leaned down towards you, kissing you once more as you wrapped your arms around him. "Hah.. shit m' gonna cum slut...ah~ take it.. take masters cum~" he let out a loud groan. Pushing so far inside of you, you couldn't help but bite on his shoulder "Ah~ oh fuck yeah baby..bite on master~ let it go.. let that cum ooze on my cock. Such a good girl~" your grip weakened on his shoulders. Lightly letting out another moan as he pulled out and already began cleaning himself up and putting back in his pants. "k-kuni~ waittt where are you going.." he turned his head, looking at your dummed out expression. "Oh yeah. I got a meeting with the 'teyvat world leaders' or whatever. But..." He cupped your face, looking at your glossy eyes. "You stay here alright, that's an order. Once I get back. I'm gonna breed you. And make you mine for good."

HaTguY, wanderer.

Wanderer didn't take the annual sumeru sabzerus festival seriously. He was only looking forward to the last round which consisted fighting. And dam he had PLENTY of time considering everyone had too look around the city and a bit into the outskirts for some 'butterfly' looking creatures he didn't even care about. if only nahida didn't drag the both of you into the competition, maybe then you wouldn't be so busy running around and stopping at benches to gather information on the insects. But wanderer had another way to shut you up.

"Fuck yes baby...just like that..take my fingers~" you laid back on the bench, legs spread only enough for him to stick his hands down your pants. "K-kuni..noo~ someone will ah~" you covered your mouth, trying to hide your moans as he fingered you in broad daylight. "Hmm? You think someone is gonna see baby?" You nodded your head "Mmm that's even better then~ want everyone to see how good I make you feel y/n. How dirty you are, letting me touch you like this" "m' not dirty...kuni.. hah..." He climbed ontop of you, now inserting 3 fingers. "Oh Yeah? Then your my good girl~ taking 3 of my fingers..so fucking good.." your eyes began tearing up from you holding back your moans, watching as Kuni smirked and even began laying his hands along your breasts. "Y-yes kuni~ I'm your good girl~ wanna cum' for you" he sped up his pace, sending chills as your body quivered from his slim fingers. "Then let go like a good girl and cum on daddy's fingers~ cum while daddy rubs those nice tits of yours.." he began to moan with you in sync, loving how the littlest touch from him could get you worked up. "Hah~ k-kuni...I'm...i-AH~" "that's it.. there's my good girl.. all over my fingers~" he licked your juices off his hand, sticking out his tongue ridiculously to mimic your lewd expressions then pulling away from you.

Suddenly another horn rang, signifying that their is only one person left able to find the creature. You messily fixed your clothes and tried to get up. Only to be stuck sitting back down over a burning sensation you felt in your thighs. "Shake it off baby, relax..." He leaned down and stared at you, putting his hat back on. "Tsk. Not like your gonna win anyway right? It's just some stupid scholar game." Kuni scoffed. Dam. He knew how important this was too you. You had to represent and respect your archons honor no matter what! You got up again, this time giving a smirk to Kuni while he watched your legs wobble. "Heh. T-thats what YOUU think Kuni. I'm gonna get that last point. Just you wait and see!"

Oh yes Kuni was waiting, just to spar you in the final round for the crown.

()note: been wanting to write bout Jujutsu kaisen men again Like gojo, toji and megumi so if y'all got some thirsts or ideas, preach!! My brain is stuck in scara world forever 😭😭