#kunikuzushi x male reader

[spilledartery]

loveless union . . . ( kunikuzushi )

[ male reader, noble / clan ! au, angst, unrequited love, sex, cheating ( ? ), implied trans kuni, pregnancy – i need to feed my breeding kink, please bare with me. fujoshis, mlm fetishizers, dni. ]

it was an arranged marriage. neither you nor kunikuzushi wanted this, but since your clan was indebted to his clan, your parents had just proposed you to be married to the raiden heir. it was shocking how the heir’s mother, ei, agreed, given how she was the one who casted demise upon your clan.

the wedding ceremony came and went, and so did the past couple of years. kunikuzushi was harsh, he didn’t want this – he was forced to sever his ties with his ( secret ) lover from the kaedehara clan, he was forced to marry someone he never loved; you.

you never loved him, too, but, ever the gentleman you are, you treated him with care and respect. when he was sick, you’d tend to him, you would compliment him, you would never talk bad about him. despite his opposite treatment of you, you understand. neither of you wanted this.

it was easy to fool your families, too. whenever yours and his parents are on the same table, you and kunikuzushi would act the star-crossed lovers, making them believe that you’d learned how to love each other.

the two of you would laugh, stare at each other lovingly, hold each other’s hands, lean closer to whisper something in each other’s ears – even ei couldn’t help but watch fondly; you were taking good care of each other.

“the both of you aren’t getting any younger,” your mother gushed, somehow confident to talk, despite being in the same table of her rival woman. she took a sip of wine, sending you and kunikuzushi knowing looks. “when are you both supposed to bring forth your heirs, hm?”

beside you, kunikuzushi tensed, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. you understand, you always do.

your darling husband masked his true feelings with a seemingly shy smile. “oh,” he said, glancing at you with a soft look. “we... have been trying.”

you saw through those eyes, and you acted along. “my beloved is right, mother.” you took the boy’s hand and pressed a kiss on his knuckles. “it may take a while, but there will surely be little us’ running around the manor soon enough.”

“we will be expecting,” came the unreadable tone of kunikuzushi’s mother.

the next few months came by, and you and your husband are walking around the festivities. there were stalls, bustling vendors calling for the consumers’ attention. you two played the part of a married couple: you held hands, wrapped your arm around his waist, pressed close to each other – no one suspects a thing.

until you and kunikuzushi saw a certain boy with white hair and a red streak, he was staring at your husband. ah, it seems like they still have their affair going on, and you felt your heart shatter, just for a bit. you look down at kunikuzushi, who was in your arms, but looked longingly at his lover, the one he truly loved.

you let go of him. and he just looked up at you with hidden gratefulness, and rushed towards the kaedehara.

kunikuzushi didn’t return to your shared bed that night.

you understand, truly, you do. it was a good thing you stopped yourself on the brink of falling in love with him. you two may be married, but that didn’t mean you were meant for each other. you understand.

even now as you entered his body, after a week of the festival, of him with the kaedehara, you understand that the pleasure placed upon you is nothing but an obligation, a responsibility. it was to appease your families – to create an heir. even as you held kunikuzushi’s hand delicately as you pushed further into him, you knew that this union isn’t genuine.

you merely placed a kiss on his cheek as he reached his orgasm, and while you emptied inside of him, you murmured sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down after his high. and when he fell asleep without so much as a reply to you, you cleaned him and covered his naked body with the covers. you turned your body away from him, after – you know he wouldn’t be happy if he saw himself against your chest in the morning.

it was into six weeks when he began showing symptoms. kunikuzushi was nauseous, he continuously complained that his stomach was aching, and when you both talked to a trusted mage, they confirmed that you and kunikuzushi are expecting an heir.

you took good care of him. whenever something is aching, his shoulders, his feet, you would wordlessly massage him, you would bring him tea, knowing he loves bitterness; you played the part of being his husband, being a to-be father.

it was two months to his pregnancy that he felt his heart skipping a beat whenever you’re near. kunikuzushi told himself that he’d never feel something for you, he swore not to – but he couldn’t help it, not when you were taking such good care of him despite his attitude towards you. you never complained, never voiced out any discontent nor did you scowl at him when he always sent you a piercing glare.

perhaps, now, as your own family is beginning to grow, he could finally return the treatment you deserved from him, as his spouse.

it was strange when he began snuggling with you when you both went to sleep, when he began kissing your cheek, pecking your lips, smiling at you – it sent a small spark in your heart, but you don’t understand. is this because he’s only pregnant? he does not only crave for strange combinations of food, but also company? well, you still played along. you cared for him.

though it was unfortunate that during this time, you had to leave for mondstadt to attend some meeting – about creating allegiance there and whatnot. it was surprising that kunikuzushi kissed you passionately before you board the ship. you kissed him back just as fiercely, but you know it was merely for show because people are around; they wouldn’t want to see a supposed married couple being cold and distant to each other, especially when the spouse is to leave for many nights.

but what kunikuzushi wasn’t prepared for was the change of your demeanor when you came back. it wasn’t a bad change, but one that slowly broke kunikuzushi’s heart.

he was heavily pregnant, and he wore a robe too big to cover the bump in his belly – the bulge was still visible, but not much. kunikuzushi greeted you with a kiss on your cheek when you came home, asking how was your stay, if it was successful... though you answered these questions diligently, something was amiss.

no longer did you gaze warmly at him, but you became more distracted. you still cared for him, yes – but, now, kunikuzushi thinks it’s merely an obligation, nothing more, nothing less. your touches were more genuine then, now, it lacks those. when he kisses you, it was you who would pull away first and just kiss his forehead before turning away from him.

what had happened?

sometimes, he’d watch you write down on a parchment. it became a normal occurrence now. who were you writing for, he never asked. when you receive letters, he’d watch you smile – that smile that was once directed at him, but now it was more honest, like the reason for it was deeper.

he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, invading your privacy. you were asleep, and he walked to the dresser where you kept all the letters you’d been receiving. kunikuzushi subconsciously placed his hand on his baby bump as he unfolded a paper and read.

ah.

it seems you’d found someone who piqued you interest while you were in mondstadt. the way this person wrote to you was far from being friendly. it was as if...

kunikuzushi wiped a tear that fell from his eye. a couple more flowed through his cheeks, though, and he didn’t care wipe them anymore.

had he been too late love you? was it too late for you to love him?

reminiscing of the times when he treated you harshly, when he talked so bad about you, when he disregarded your opinions, when he rolled his eyes at your compliments, when he felt disgusted whenever you kiss his knuckles... perhaps, he does deserve this, and perhaps you’ve finally found someone you loved outside the marriage, as he had been with his affair with the kaedehara before. he deserves this.

kunikuzushi understands.

[jhuzen]

disagreements [m.reader]

regrets. lmao. here’s one before i perish. i give my thanks to that one prompt of two people liking the same person and ending up fucking it out.

𖦹 nsfw, some swearing because of scara, i call him the wanderer here ;-;, hate sex

There is no love within the wrinkled bedsheets. There is no love in the kisses that you and him shared. There is no love between the way your body moved against this abhorrent puppet that only served to make you look bad in front of him.

You held in a snarl as you felt the searing pain on your cheek as you received another smack from this… thing. Your eyes glowered in comparison to the Wanderer’s — whose eyes were glowing with absolute mirth coated in unadulterated sadism. He was a little man, but he can fight well. You knew that. You’ve fought against and with him before. He was your enemy and now he’s a comrade you’re learning to trust your life with.

“He’s never going to like you,” the puppet sneered at you with pure contempt. “Have you seen the way he’s slowly drifting away from you? It’s only a matter of time before you’re shoved in the back.”

“Big talk for someone who can barely coax Aether into a quick snack,” your growl undoubtedly sent shivers down to his spine and to admit it to you would be a social suicide. “He doesn’t even trust a vermin like you. Know your place, brat.” You spat and the Wanderer only took it in stride with a snarky laugh.

If anything, you and him looked foolish. Pathetic at best. Fighting with so much hate in each other’s eyes, and yet here you are, with your dick burrowed inside the puppet’s walls. While he took you in so easily, like a whore.

You hated him. He ruined the peace you’ve shared with the man you’ve admired for so long, interrupting you with his cacophony of chaos, ready to tear your blooming love for the traveler limb from limb. He was vile and absolutely shameless, and the loathing embers within you that laid dormant for so long sparked up into a fiery lava pit. You were right about Aether’s wariness of the Wanderer, but the fact is, you can also feel him warming up to this brat. And you were so, so weak to the idea of rejection. You hated entertaining the mere suggestion of it.

Aether was yours. He’s the man who gave you a purpose despite being a lonesome otherworldly traveler. And now some puppet from this hellscape of a world is stealing him away from you?

Your hips drew back before slamming your cock back inside him, and relished in his choked moan. You could feel his walls clenching so tightly around you, making you hiss in pleasure — he was sucking you in so good, and part of you can only hope that Aether was just as good in taking you in. But even that was just a fleeting dream until he finds his bloody sister.

“I hate you,” you murmured as your hips moved again. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…” you never once stopped as you chanted the phrase like a mantra, your thrusts deep and slowly, like a punctuation to every declaration of hate that you made to the man underneath you.

You hated him so much. So, so much. Him and his insufferable face that can con anyone into trusting him. That’s how you almost fell for him when you met him along with your beloved Aether and that broke astrologist.

“The more you s-say it, the less I— h-hah—!” A choked sob left his lips, as you fucked the air out of his lungs, but he’s a trooper, recovering with a pleased wince when your cock hit his prostate, “F-Fuck—! The less I… b-believe it…!”

Would you look at that, he got through it.

“You better believe it,” you snarled, your hands falling to the little fat of the Wanderer’s waist, squeezing them tight. You enjoyed the way he looked absolutely ruined, more so with your hands on the supple skin of his little waist. You loved the way how it was his weakest spot the way he loved it when he could see your conflicted face when he sucked you in him so easily. “You’re the least likable person in the world.”

A scoff in between the puppet’s hiccuping moans were heard before he yanked the necklace your dearest traveler had gifted you, “And yet you’re fucking him.” The glee in his eyes was almost childish. He was quick to wrap his legs around your hips, legs pushing you further inside, “And I may be the least likable, but you’re the most forgettable.”

The Wanderer’s hips rolled up into yours, relishing in the feeling of his weeping cock brushing against your toned stomach, “You’re boring,” he noted before letting go of your necklace. He knew how much it meant to you and enjoyed the way you seemed so tense every time someone lays a hand on it.

He wants to break it.

“You’re bland and uninteresting,” his hands caressed the skin if your back. “Absolutely plain and easy to ignore,” a deep hiss left your lips as his fingernails dug into them, he wanted to leave a mark on you, be it a punch, a smack, a kick, or this.

“You’ve got nothing to offer in the table, sweet dumb thing.”

The sickening grin that he had in his lips was the last straw, your hand flying to grip his cheeks, squishing them together before you leaned down further to growl on his lips, ���Quit yammering, failure. I don’t bring sand to the beach; all you’ve done is heckle Aether and whine like a child while I go and do help him.”

“And where exactly did that get you? Straggling along like a coward, fucking someone who isn’t even him.”

Your pupils dilated as the Wanderer’s words sank deeper into your mind like a knife jabbed to your sides, twisting so crudely with a poison of satisfaction from the unyielding puppet. You hated that he’s right, and even with his whorish mouth that can emit the most pornographic sounds, he still was speaking nothing but the truth. Your devotion for Aether was going nowhere just as much as his admonishing admiration for him was going up in flames. Between the both of you, none made progress.

“Is that why you’re also not in bed with him?” You fired back this time with full throttle and the Wanderer’s lips quivered as a snarky reply died on his tongue.

“W-Wh— I—”

“You’re losing just as much as I am,” your hips are slowly picking up the pace, “You can’t even get him to be comfortable around you so your next best thing is to get fucked by someone who doesn’t even fucking like you.”

“F-Fu— haaaahh~! Fuck you—!”

“Welcome to the losing side again, halfwit.”

Words were quick to dissipate in the atmosphere of lust and hatred as your hips snapped into the Wanderer’s. The sinful sounds of your skin slapping against each other reverberated in the quaint little room of some inn that you and him paid for. Cries and whimpers spilled from the Wanderer’s pretty little mouth as he felt you reach further inside him, he could feel his poor abused walls clenching against you over and over again.

He hated you but absolutely loved the way your cockhead would hit his prostate so accurately. You knew him so well in bed like he knew the insecurities you bore while you were so pathetically in love with the same man he also harbored deep affections for. A surge of pleasure waded through him and his markings glowed like before. You never once failed to make him light up like some kind of festive lamp, completely drowned in pleasure that somehow only you brought him.

The way your hands squeezed his waist so greedily got him off, knowing that you were high off your hatred and your only way to relieve yourself is to fuck him into oblivion. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when your hand moved from his waist and squeezed against base of his cock. He hated how you knew he liked being deprived of his first release, the way you knew his body more than Aether ever could.

The bed rocked as it followed your vigorous movement, and his legs around your waist are slowly growing weaker. Pleasure clouded his mind and his thoughts were becoming muddled. Suddenly, he couldn’t see the traveler’s sweet face that he envisioned to bring him that sweet bliss. His teary eyes focusing on the way sweat cascaded through your knitted eyebrows, eyes gleaming with concentration yet so utterly dulled with the numbing pleasure that you’re experiencing.

He threw a hand over his eyes as he could feel the heat stir within his stomach, his ears were ringing but your delicious grunts filled his ears nonetheless. He could slowly feel himself slipping away from the realm of existence as your hand stroked his attention-deprived cock.

“‘M close,” you grunted and he could barely answer as he let you get sloppy with your thrusts.

Your rhythm was off and your pace was getting desperate, and his body shook as you came inside him — you always came first, a claim at him being less important than you — and he could feel your hot seed flow inside him, pumping him full like the last time. You were selfish in your claims but even that he could let pass as he felt his orgasm wash over him with thick ropes of cum spurting out from his slit, cascading down your slender fingers.

The atmosphere was dead despite the high of pleasure that came by you. Soft pants left both of your lips as you stared at each other. He squirmed as you finally slid out of him, watching him clench around as your semen slowly trickled down from his spent hole.

His eyes were hazy and yours were bleary.

The Wanderer laughed before opening his arms. A cold invitation that you accepted as you flopped down into it. You had half a mind to just suffocate him when you remembered it’s not an applicable murder method.

Your head turned to his, watching the way sweat clung onto his skin and glistened under the little light the dim lamp by the bedside table provided.

“I hope you die one day on a mission,” he says, completely ruined and breathless.

“Not until you get crushed one day by a boulder.”

[ttshihiro]

Hello! Could we have a second part of inkigayo with Heizou and Wanderer, then? I loved what you wrote, it's so creative and your writing is very pleasing! 😄

INKIGAYO! (2) genre: romance, fluff, tinge of crack(?) pairing/s: 6reeze (Wanderer & Heizou) x gn!idol!reader summary: In where 4nemo's new editions lose a bet and have to give you, their fellow idol, their number in the form of an inkigayo sandwich!

a/n: Sorry for the delay! I didn't expect to have this req so soon oml TT TT you guys consume content FAST like omg don't stop over a hundred notes in only a few days I'm so kinikilig sainyo ( 〃▽〃) (no proofread TT TT)

FIRST PART!

DCKZ version!

It had only been a month since Heizou and Scara had been accepted as new members of 4NEMO. They've considered re-naming theirselves as 6REEZE until the realization of not having the budget to do so.

With their appearance, their fanbase had gotten as active as ever. Already spurring fanpages, edits, fanfiction and all kinds of demands for more content.

Now with the upcoming inkigayo in a few days, they were quick to notify their fanbase of this, assuring everyone that their new editions would be showing up, serving them the meal they have been pleading for.

And so they were, standing in place with one's phone propped on a tripod a good distance away from them. The last dance before they would head out for lunch.

"Hey," Venti spoke up, earning curious glances from those beside him, a hum from the rest infront.

"You guys up for a bet?" Mischief laced his tone as his members groaned at the suggestion.

"Gods, never again." "Come on dude.."

"What? Come on! It'll be fun, right newbies?" He looks at Heizou and Scara expectantly, smiling.

The pair looks at eachother in a "why not" or "what could go wrong" manner, "both" taking it as a friendly competition before taking on Venti's offer.

"Just don't mess up.." He grins deviously before music began to blare from the room's speakers.

WANDERER!

He grimaces when they point out his mistake in the choreography. It would've been subtle to the audience. Yet, easy to spot for their previous main dancer.

Admittedly, the sub vocalist is quite competitive, stubborn in a way. But it wasn't anything new or of much struggle for 4NEMO. Most had expected him to be more in tune with Xiao. Though to their surprise, he most especially got along with Kazuha despite their contrasting personalities. Could it have been from Scara taking over his role as their sub vocalist.

"You poor thing.. Goodluck." Aether cooes in a jokingly sympathetic tone as he pats Scara on the back, earning a confused glare.

Sighing exasperatedly, he crosses his arms on his chest, shifting his hips to the side slightly.

"What're you up to.." He asks Venti who had an annoyingly smug grin on his lips, oh so punchable.

Even more punchable when he explained his consequence for messing up. Given that they talked about their "celebrity crushes" when getting to know the two, he used it to his advantage.

He grumbles under his breath as he slips his handwritten number, wrapped in it's own thin plastic in between the sandwhich before putting it back in it's bag, zipped sealed.

🎎— Scara fiddles with the sandwich in his hands as he impatiently waits for your arrival, leg bouncing as time passed. He wondered if you were even coming.

He wasn't all thrilled with this, neither was he going to back down from it.

It hadn't been that long since your last interaction with him anyway, you happened to pass by 4NEMO on break and congratulate him and Heizou, along as warn them about the havoc that the original four would cause.

He swallows the lump in his throat when he sees you enter the venue, happily conversing with Bennett, TVT DREAM's leader and overall one of the youngest idols in the agency.

He stands up from his seat, grabbing everyone from his table's attention when he walked over to you with confidence, albeit a bit nervous.

"(Name)!" He calls out. Unsure of how else to greet you, he smiles awkwardly, handing you the sandwich with a shaky, maybe a bit sweaty hand.

In confusion, you take the sandwich from Scara with a smile, about to greet him before he walked away without further explanation.

HEIZOU! 101% not biased

He sighs, disappointed with his performance as he did notice his own mistake in the choreography.

Watching the footage, it was hard not to miss as he had blended it almost perfectly with the actual choreo, Kazuha was most definitely impressed.

"I'm convinced you two are related at this point." Venti jokes. Though they had to agree, there was a resemblance between the two, friendly demeanor along with the ability to think in the moment, replacing forgotten steps in the matter of seconds. They truly picked the right person for the job.

Unsure of your tastes, he buys a sandwich he hopes is exceptional for you, slipping his number in the bag lazily.

🔎— Heizou taps his finger against the table, eyes attentively scanning over the idols in the venue in search of you.

The situation didn't visibly faze the boy. He had just simply thought of every possible conversation starter in hopes of being able to talk with you outside work.

It wasn't that long until he caught glimpse of you, sitting alongside and chatting with TVT DREAM's visual, Xingqiu. Your conversation didn't appear to be anything professional or of significance. He knows that the young man with you was new to such duties of an idol, perhaps you were coaching him?

Shaking off his thoughts, he watched as Xingqiu stood from his seat, bowing in what seemed to be a thanks, smiling down at you lightly. Perfect

Clearing his throat, Heizou stands up, grasping the sandwich in his hands with a firm sense of gentleness as he walked over to you; which you noticed, giving him a smile as you watched him making his way towards you.

"Hey." He was now standing infront of you, waving friendlily as he smiles at you.

"Here," He slides the sandwhich on the table towards you, that you stilled with your hand.

"May I.. sit with you?"

[ventismacchiato]

13 stuck with you — it's a cruel summer with you !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

The evening air was cool, tinged with the briny scent of the ocean. You wandered along the winding paths near the cabins, hoping for a moment of peace. The day had been exhausting—full of staged dates and forced smiles. It didn’t help that Venti hadn’t cooked your lunch all the way, so the taste of raw fish on your tongue hadn’t fully faded.

You were allowed a break so you decided to go stroll by the ocean, but as you passed the edge of the main clearing, faint voices caught your attention.

“Kuni, I really thought I raised you better than this. It’s hard being your mother and your boss,” Ei’s voice, sharp and biting, cuts through the quiet. This was new to you, you were accustomed to her voice sounding soft as it lifted through your speakers as she sang your favorite songs. But now it was just harsh.

You paused, barely hidden by a cluster of trees, your breath hitching.

“I’ve noticed,” Scaramouche replied, his tone laced with venom. “Because you’re useless at both.”

A heavy silence followed, one that seemed to press down on the air itself.

“You don’t get to speak to me that way,” Ei said, her voice cold but trembling with restrained anger.

“Since when have you spent any time raising me?” Scaramouche shot back. The bitterness in his voice felt like a dagger, even to you, “You treat me like some sort of pet.”

Ei exhaled sharply, the sound almost a hiss. “Just do your job here. I worked hard to get you where you are today, so don’t throw it away because you can’t keep your childish emotions in check. I don’t understand how your fans or your members haven’t turned on you. I wouldn’t want to work with the likes of you.”

“Whatever,” Scaramouche muttered, his tone dripping with disdain.

Footsteps followed, sharp and deliberate, fading as Ei walked away. You peered out cautiously and caught a glimpse of Scaramouche as he slid down the railing, letting himself sink to the sand. He drew his knees to his chin, a cigarette already lit between his fingers. The soft glow of the ember cast fleeting shadows across his face, his usually sharp features were softened.

You hesitated, unsure if approaching him was the right move. But before you could overthink it, your feet carried you closer. The sound of your steps on the sand drew his gaze.

He didn’t look startled. He barely looked at you. “Did you hear that?” he asked, not bothering to hide the exhaustion in his voice.

“No,” you lied instinctively.

A dry laugh escaped him. “You even suck at lying.”

You dropped onto the sand beside him, wrapping your arms around your knees. He tilted his head back, the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. “Let me guess,” he said. “If you did hear, it probably ruined the perfect image you had of her.”

“Not really,” you said, trying to sound casual. “I was more of a Yae Miko bias anyway.”

That drew a low chuckle from him, and for a moment, the usual tension between you eased.

You glanced at him. “I can see why you’re such a bitch now. Your mom sucks.”

He scoffed, but there was no real bite to it. “Are you seriously trying to comfort me right now?”

“No, I’m just saying it makes sense.”

A shrug. “Good,” he said. “Because you suck at it.”

“I do not!” you shot back, glaring at him.

For once, he didn’t retaliate with sharp words. The silence stretched out, broken only by the faint crash of waves in the distance. You shifted awkwardly before finally standing. “I don’t know if I’m the person you want to see after… that.” You gestured vaguely toward the path Ei had taken.

But before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out. “She’s wrong, by the way.”

Scaramouche looked up, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His eyes narrowed slightly. “What?”

“You’re a good idol,” you said, the words tumbling out faster than you could second-guess them. “It’s one of the reasons we fight so much, you know. I’m… jealous.”

His brow arched, and a smug grin began to form. “So you’re admitting I’m better than you?”

“Whatever,” you huffed, heat rising to your face as you turned around.

“Smoking ruins your voice, by the way,” you called over your shoulder as you stomp off.

He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

You didn’t see the faint smile lingering on his lips as he stubbed out his cigarette.

[00:00:00] POST PARADISE INTERVIEW ONE, TAKE ONE

YAE: [LEANS FORWARD, GRINNING] So, Scaramouche… You don’t smell like smoke today. What’s the deal? You quit or something?

SCARAMOUCHE: [SHRUGS AND GLANCES AWAY] Maybe.

YAE: [RAISES EYEBROW] Maybe? You’ve been getting nonstop nagging from Jean about this. Something changed?

SCARAMOUCHE: [SIGHS AND LOOKS AWAY] It’s just… I don’t know. I’m thinking about it.

YAE: [LEANS IN] Thinking about it? For how long?

SCARAMOUCHE: [GRUMBLES] Doesn’t matter how long. I’m just… I’m not into it anymore.

YAE: [NODS, TEASINGLY] So, what, you woke up one day and just decided to change everything?

SCARAMOUCHE: [ROLLS HIS EYES] No. It’s just…. It feels like a bad habit. One that doesn’t do anything for me anymore.

JEAN: [INTERRUPRTS] I’ve been saying this for years and just now you're taking the hint? All the articles and studies I sent and this island is what gets to you?

SCARAMOUCHE: [SHRUGS]

YAE: Hm, this island is what we’re calling them now?

SCARAMOUCHE: What are you talking about?

YAE: Don’t forget love, microphones are always on. A certain someone asked you to, didn’t they?

SCARAMOUCHE: Whatever. I would’ve done this on my own anyway.

JEAN: [LETS OUT A STIFLED LAUGH]

YAE: Yeah right!

SCARAMOUCHE: Oh, fuck off

YAE: CUT!

[00:00:00] POST PARADISE INTERVIEW TWO, TAKE ONE

YAE: [LEANING IN] So, how’s everything going with you and Scara? You two still at each other's throats? Or maybe in each other’s throats.

YN: [SHRUGS] First off, gross. And it's going.

YAE: [GRINNING] Oh come on, give me something to work with here! How’s the real relationship behind the cameras?

YN: [ROLLS EYES] What do you want me to say? It’s... fine.

YAE: [WINKS AND GIGGLES] Yeah? ‘Cause we’ve got the recordings of you calling him a good idol. What’s that all about?

YN: [JUMPS] Wait—what?

YAE: [SMIRKS] Yeah, remember? Your mics are always on. Even when you think they’re off.

YN: Even in the bathroom?! What the hell? Pervs.

YAE: [LAUGHS] Let this be a lesson to read the fine print. Jean is signaling me to state we don’t listen on them in the bathroom. Anyway, how did that make you feel, huh? Hearing yourself say that?

YN: [GROANS AND SLUMPS IN CHAIR] I guess I’ll save the juicy convos for the bathrooms. And I don’t know. It’s... whatever. It’s not like I meant it. I was just saying what I had to say.

YAE: [TEASINGLY] Oh really? So you don’t think Scara is a good idol?

YN: [GRUMBLES] I didn’t say that.

YAE: [NODS KNOWINGLY] Good to know. You’re not fooling anyone, YN. 

JEAN: CUT!

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i feel insane cus i swear i made a gc text of windblume talking about scara’s comments but maybe i hallucinated it?? so just rmbr yn is just as oblivious ab their feelings as scara

has anyone seen young royals lmao i referenced ei off the mom in that show

make sure to peek at the gc names to know what pov ur reading!

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synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

notes — guys i can’t wait till this semester ends im literally fighting for my life god i hate college

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[kkuzushi]

May I request a Popular kid Scaramouche x Nerd reader (basically a power bottom scaramouche)

Also can I be 🐀anon

“ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 ”

✦ characters: powerbottom!Scaramouche x amab!reader

✦ cw: no nut November, college setting, academic rivals (sort of), handjob (receiving & giving), slight praising but mostly humiliation, riding

✦ word count: 2.549k

✦ notes: I’m inexperienced with writing power bottoms so this took some time, I hope I did it right despite being more used to sub-bottom characters. Welcome to my blog as well, 🐀 anon! <3

You sat cross-legged on the couch, your laptop opened and displaying an earlier announcement. The debate competition you had joined was held today and your opponent? It was no other than the confident and quick-witted Scaramouche. However he was no match to you as always—when it comes to academics, you were simply 1% better, and that’s on being humble.

In your dorm, there was another competition being held. A staring contest between you and Scaramouche, both engulfed in silence. He glared at you, most likely sulking in his defeat.

“Fine.” Scaramouche sighed, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “You won, enjoy while it lasts.” His voice was laced with irritation and amusement. It’s not like he’ll deny that you did good but he won’t admit you were better.

You smirked, crossing your arms, “I plan to.” You looked away once the silent staring ended, taking your laptop and switching to your spreadsheet. There’s still a lot to do before the day ends and you intend to be productive.

You pushed up your glasses to the bridge of your nose, getting ready to continue on your day. Working’s about to be more fun, after all, it’s not everyday you crush someone who’s so sure they’re better than you.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, seeing you ignore his presence easily in turn of concentrating to your works again. “We’re not done, you know,” He says, pushing himself off the wooden chair he was sitting on.

You glance at him, with a raised eyebrow you replied, “We are, unless you want the principal to reannounce the winner.” Scaramouche glared at your smug smile, he decides to push it aside, this is just one of your few wins over him, no big deal.

He walks closer to you, getting too close for comfort. “Don’t get too cocky now or you might lose this one.”

You blink, “Lose what?”

Scaramouche grinned and quickly plucks your glasses off your face. “Scara–” You warned, your arm extending to take it back from his grasp but he was quicker, keeping it out of your reach.

“Since you made me lose–”

“I didn’t make you lose,” you interrupted.

He rolled his eyes, “Okay, let me rephrase that.” Scaramouche cleared his throat, “Since you won the debate, it’s only fair I win something, right?” He grinned, the curve of his lips reminding you of a mischievous cat.

You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms, “You’re not making sense.” Before you could even add more to your statement, Scaramouche walked closer and pressed a hand on the cushions behind you, trapping you on the couch.

“A fair trade,” He muttered, “You win the debate, I win this.” To emphasize his point, his free hand pushed your laptop to the side as he straddled your lap. Your legs uncrossed out of instinct despite being caught off guard by his actions.

You moved back against the cushion, feeling rather awkward with the sudden proximity. “A seat on my lap, really?” You joked, but the glint in his eyes tells you there’s more to this.

Scaramouche’s grin widens, his legs closing in on you to further trap your body in between them. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve heard of this little challenge you’re participating.. NNN, was it?” He drawls, his hands tracing your chest.

Is he kidding? There’s no way a childish challenge like that was enough for him to feel satisfied.. I mean, it’s not like you’re taking it seriously, right?

“You don’t dare–”

“Oh but I do.”

Scaramouche chuckles, his hips starting to grind against your crotch. His movements were slow but precise, intended to tease you to your limits.

Your hands gripped his waist, forcing him to pause for a moment. “Stop that.. I have better things to do right now,” You breathed out, a clear sign of warning in your eyes.

Scaramouche almost considered your words but he just smirked, carrying on with his movements. “You expect me to believe that?” His face leans in closer, “You’re getting hard awfully fast.” Without waiting for a reply, he closed the distance and captured your lips in a deep kiss.

He can feel your arousal building right beneath him with every roll of his hips, just the mere thought of turning you on was enough to turn him on. Amidst the kiss, Scaramouche was already thinking of ways he can easily make you lose this no nutting game, and he got just the right idea for it.

The both of you pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. The atmosphere in the room isn’t helping you at all, but then again, making out with Scaramouche means you’re already fucked.

The indigo haired brat was quick to get into action, his movements sharp as if he was determined to either make you lose or get to the real thing. Or both. In a blink of an eye, your pants were pulled to the floor, and next would be your garment which he was already fumbling with.

You gripped his wrists firmly, attempting to push him away. “You can't actually be going through with this,” you protested, voice sharp with disbelief.

But Scaramouche only laughed, the sound low and smug, his mischievous eyes glinting with confidence. Before you could protest any further, he twisted his wrists around to escape your grip. The realization hits you too late—he was completely serious about this.

And just like that, the tables turned, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath Scaramouche. Your cock stood rigid, thankfully not yet leaking precum—after all, that would be quite the embarrassing sight for you, wouldn’t it? But the man before you is nothing if not stubborn, and there’s no chance he plans on taking it easy.

Scaramouche slowly wraps a hand on the base, stroking you to full erection. You bit your bottom lip, suppressing the noise of arousal that’s threatening to escape. You can’t let him win right at the beginning, it’ll inflate his insufferable ego.

His violet eyes observed you intensely, as if daring you to slip up, while his movements grew more deliberate. The room felt warmer with every second, your self-control being pushed to its limits under his relentless teasing. You couldn’t give in, not now—not with that smug grin of his silently declaring his impending victory.

Concealing your noises wasn’t enough to hide the evidence of your arousal, though, as a slick warmth began to drip down to his fingers. The sensation only served to spur Scaramouche on, his movements becoming smoother, aided by the telltale fluid that betrayed your resistance.

“Well, would you look at that..” He murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted against your ears. The obscene sounds filled the air, wet squelches echoing louder than your restrained breaths. “Seems like all that fight of yours is slipping away,” he taunted, his thumb brushing over the angry tip of your cock.

Scaramouche props himself, nimble fingers working to unfasten his pants. Even with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face, it was impossible to miss the way his breaths had grown shallow, his eyes tainted with want despite the composed facade he’s been putting up.

“I’m not the only one turned on, huh?” You muttered, a teasing edge to your voice as your eyes glanced up to his. His smirk faltered, eyebrows furrowing as he shoved his pants off.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m still in control here.” Scaramouche scoffed as he continued to strip himself. Finally, his own dick springs free from its confinements, hard and almost begging for attention. You stared for a while, temptation waring in your mind. Maybe you can turn the tables if you teased him enough.

As your gaze lingers on him, Scaramouche’s smirk deepens. The obvious look of hesitation and temptation in your eyes was another opportunity for him. “Careful, your stare might melt me,” he teased, his voice dripping with a playfulness.

He shifted, lowering his body to yours, the head of your cock resting in between his ass. “Touch it,” He grinned, grinding himself against your weeping dick. “You want to, don't you?” He adds, there was no mistaking that Scaramouche wasn’t exactly asking; he was commanding.

There goes your chance of regaining control. Your hand trembled slightly, the tension in the room thick as you fought the urge to give in. But Scaramouche wasn’t making it easy. His body was so close, his scent intoxicating, and the way he was looking at you made it hard to think straight.

Once your hand makes contact with his shaft, you feel the man twitch a little. With a quiet gulp, you start to stroke him like he did to you. He continues to grind himself against you, movement in sync with your palm.

Scaramouche’s grin widens as you obey his words, his breath becoming uneven with every passing second. His hands rested firmly on your shoulders, squeezing gently. “Just like that,” he praised, his voice breathless yet undeniably smug, as if he had you exactly where he wanted you.

Were you actually into this? The thought crossed your mind as Scaramouche’s commands and praises echoed in your ears. Pondering over it, the man above can feel your hand faltering, contemplation filling your face.

Scaramouche took the opportunity to lean in, his lips brushing softly against your ear. “Don’t stop now,” he whispered, his voice almost a challenge, one that made your pulse spike. “Unless you’re starting to want more?”

“I don’t–” He was quicker than your protest, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel something tight constrict your length. Scaramouche groaned as he lowered himself further on your cock, precum lubing his insides.

“Fuck– Scara, wait–”

“Gonna cum already?”

“No! That’s not–..”

It felt as though you could dissolve completely under the sheer heat of his inner walls, the tight warmth clinging to your cock already making you see stars. Despite teasing you, Scaramouche had his face buried in your neck and hands gripping your shoulders, hot breath hitting your skin as he adjusts to the intrusion inside him.

After a few moments of silence, Scaramouche began to move, riding you with slow precision. Wet, obscene sounds filling the room in an instant. Every glide of your cock inside him has you moaning, while he was watching you with a smirk.

The brat could see the subtle shifts in your expression—the way your body responded, betraying the calm front you forced to keep. He was in complete control of the situation now as he watched you squirm under his attention, every little shift sending a ripple of satisfaction through him.

“Don’t forget that NNN challenge of yours,” Scaramouche grinned above you. You almost forgot about that, the only thing you can focus on is his weight pressing down on you, tight entrance swallowing you whole.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping lower, teasing you further, “Or perhaps you’re losing already?” He continued as your face flushed even deeper. “You’re halfway there, aren’t you?”

You looked him straight in the eye, lips barely moving as you gritted your teeth. “Fuck off,” You muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, though your voice betrayed the slight tremor of frustration. Your hips start to move with a mind of its own, shallowly thrusting up to Scaramouche, movements small yet evident to the man receiving it.

Scaramouche didn’t miss a thing, of course. Even the slightest twitch of your muscles told him everything he needed to know. You weren’t as composed as your earlier facade tried to show.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “How cute,” he purred. “You can’t stop moving. You’re just giving in without even realizing it, aren’t you?”

Every part of you screamed to resist, to regain some semblance of control, but Scaramouche’s inner walls clung to your shaft, forbidding you to pull away or stop the rise and fall of his hips.

The indigo haired brat’s hands tightened their grip on your shoulders, his smirk never faltering as he tilted his head down to meet your gaze. “Are you finally enjoying this?” He drawled, enjoying his control over you.

He leaned in, lips brushing close to your ear. “How humiliating for you,” he added, his breath warm against your skin. His tone was laced with mockery, but the way he moved left no doubt that he was just as lost in the moment as you were.

Your thrusts were just helping him get his impending victory, but you couldn’t help it any longer. He was clenching around your cock on purpose, making sure you were losing your control without any fight.

Your hands gripped his waist as soon as he picked up the pace, “You’re twitching already?” He teased, voice dripping with condescension. His breath ghosted over your cheek as he whispered, voice soft but full of mocking intent, “Can’t take it anymore, can you?”

Precum starts to dribble out of his hole, the evidence of your crumbling resolve bringing him satisfaction. “Poor thing,” He added, a chuckle slipping through his lips, “and here I thought you’d have more restraint.”

Scaramouche’s chuckles quickly change into breathy sounds of pleasure as your cock hits his prostate dead on. His fingers tightened on your shoulders, grounding himself from the unexpected pleasure.

“So desperate..mnhh♡–” He managed to murmur between breaths, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his earlier dominance, the sensation overwhelming him, leaving him as lost in the moment as you were.

His head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as another gasp broke through his control. “You’rengh–still pathetic..” He whispered, though the shiver in his tone made it clear he was no better.

“Hmn–ironic.” He glared at you for that. Your patience was wearing thin, and despite everything, your body couldn't stop reacting, your movements becoming more desperate. Consequences be damned, you’re teetering over the edge already. November comes around every year anyway, but coming inside Scaramouche might just be a once in a lifetime activity.

You were already where he wanted you to be right from the start, and for the last time, he smirked before losing himself in the overwhelming pleasure. A knot draws up in your abdomen, your thrusts growing erratic as you chase your climax.

"Don’t stop..hAngh–♡" Scaramouche gasped, voice breaking as you pushed your body into his, meeting his every move with urgency. “F-Faster–go faster!” he stammered, but the need for more was clear in his frantic pace.

With one final thrust, you released yourself inside him, ropes of cum spurting out as he came on your stomach at the same time.

The two of you collapsed into each other’s arms, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths after everything that transpired.

As the haze of pleasure began to fade, reality sank in like a cruel reminder. Shame and irritation bubbled in your mind as the thought hit you—you really lost No Nut November because Scaramouche rode you.

“This was.. so lame.” You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder.

Scaramouche heard your muttered complaint loud and clear, a raspy chuckle escaping his lips as he tilted his head to look at you. “Seeing you lose made it worth it.” But amidst his relentless teasing, you can feel him grinding on your cock, pushing your cum deeper inside him.

[vyrsgore]

dont embarrass me motherpucker! | ⛸️ scaramouche smau/ fanfiction mix

genre | sports fic, modern au, college au, hockey x figure skater, chick fic, fwb/ewb, situationships

rating | sfw with slight nsfw and suggestive content, nsfw content will be marked with (n)

plot | y/n is one of the top figure skaters in inazuma, attending university of teyvat. scaramouche is captain of the inazuma icebreakers, one of the best teams in teyvat, also attending university of teyvat. its almost like the stars are aligned for them to be enemies. or… maybe even something more. but everything goes wrong when the international ice competition comes around, and the kiss cam lands on a certain someone…

my first smau!!! wish me luck and comment if you want to be tagged :) will have a part two/ book two

[seinkisei]

[‼️16+]

wanna play?

im back✨

[mya-jaa5]

My Affection

You were walking into your home per usual, it was a bit late since you hung out with your friends after school, while walking in your mother should’ve had dinner almost ready, your father sitting on the couch watching tv in the living room. A normal day…

Your ex boyfriend Scaramouche, he was the perfect boyfriend at first, always giving you your needs, spending time with you, calling you, you know the stuff you’d want in a relationship, you knew he was loyal…. But he was too possessive, he’s always adjusting his schedule to meet yours, it’s not a problem but sometimes you wonder and ask, he’d always get offended asking why can’t he be around you, he is your boyfriend after all… Then he started getting irritated whenever you wanted to hang out with your friends during lunch or after school. He started to get mad when you interacted with other people, it got to the point he’d get mad at you for talking to your family! Snatching your phone whenever your on a call with someone just to see who your talking too, he was getting disrespectful now…. Always telling you that you only need him, and you shouldn’t spend your time on other people but him, it’s like he expected you to actually keep up with this… He was pushing the relationship fast, too fast to your liking. So you ended it with him, it overwhelmed you.

Scaramouche didn’t take this lightly obviously, first he tried winning you over just with him, he goes up to you talking to you as if you are still together?? He even tried giving you a forehead kiss, but you kept denying him, you know better. gotta stand on business 🙎🏽‍♀️

This makes him mad, why are you being so stubborn? it’s not like he cheated on you, why are you acting like this? You don’t even want his kisses? You even started ignoring him.. how dare you, who do you think you are?

Raging thoughts cloud Scaramouche each time he makes an effort to get you back, only to get nothing. 

He needed to show you he wants you back, he starts following you to convince you to get back together with him, he did it multiple times at school, and he started doing it outside of school! Even when your out with your parents when your alone for a moment he just suddenly comes up to you… it’s like he’s everywhere….

A few days ago you were talking to your friends, Scara walked over and pulled you from your friends conversation, took you to a far away tree behind the school and he started threatening you, telling you if you didn’t get back together with him he’d kill your family, and kidnap you, that he’s tired of playing these “games” with you. All while getting in your face to prove his point.

This was crazy, you pushed him off of you and told him off, telling him you’ll never get back with him and to fuck off.

You walked off angry.

But truthfully, he was furious, outraged even. 

This scared you but you never took him serious , what causes someone to say this…?

You close your front door, went you take off your shoes. When you walk in you instead hear silence, you set you bag down near the hallway and head to the kitchen, you don’t see your mom? Maybe she’s at the store..? Weird… Nothing made, nothing was touched, you walk toward the living room seeing a red splash on the side wall, confused you get to the living room you see your parent dead, slaughtered, massacred, murdered.

You stare wide eye silent for about 30 seconds, then screaming and dropping to the floor crying, you take out your phone to call 911, while trying to check if your parents are okay, getting blood all over your hands and shirt… But you start to feel faint, seeing a purple smoke appear in the room, soon your knocked unconscious….

____

You start to wake up…. “Where am i…?” you think to yourself, you hear water droplets, and slight moving, your in water? warm water… it’s quiet relaxing, slowly you open your eyes… The bathroom is mesmerizing, it’s a blue and white marble wall paper and it has dim lights, much to your liking… Which is weird…

“oh… your finally up..?”

you get startled, scara was bathing with you?

“You smell so nice… i missed you y/n…”

He kissed your neck tenderly while his hands crept up to your boobs massaging both of them, he chuckled feeling your arch a bit.

“Calm down im just washing you…”

“Shut up… don’t touch me!” 

You try to move away but your still weak? You can barely lift up your arm, you can only really stay on scara…

He stops kissing your neck and instead reaches one of his hands for a scrub, taking some coconut scented body wash and gently washing your skin. You frown at this, why is he taking care of you, if only he knew how much he irritated you… Him still slightly caressing you’re other boob…

“This is our first time…. Taking a bath together, i’ve always looked forward to doing this with you.”

Scaramouche confessed, which angered you.

you decide to stay silent, he doesn’t deserve your words or attention.

“That day i threatened you, you left your phone on the bench. You know i think it’s cute you still have my birthday as your password..”

Your surprised…. That means he.. That’s why he threatened you that day…?

Scara chuckles feeling you tense. 

“What i don’t think is cute is that you were texting another guy, really y/n? Did you really think you were gonna to move on? He’ll never be able to handle you.. Why would you ever leave me…”

He continued to wash you though a little rougher and fast… He was clearly getting angry… Your definitely not going to worsted the situation by barking back… Choosing to stay silent you wait for what he’ll say next…

“You weren’t understanding, i’ve did everything for you, i’ve only ever looked out for you, and this is how i get treated? You were supposed to come back with me the first time i asked you, but you so stubborn and let it escalate to this..”

He lets go of the scrub and it floats on top of the water, he grips your waist and turns you around, when you look at him he looks mad, your nervous. 

He brings his hand to your cheek caressing it

“Your staying here for now on, you can’t go out anymore, you have to prove your obedience if you want to live a normal life, to finish school, you know.”

what? you can’t sit here and not say anything.

“G-Get away! You killed my parents! And you think i would-“

“Get over it. Your parents are dead they lived a pathetic life” Scara coldly said.

You sharply inhale, how dare he? He doesn’t understand how much you loved them. Soon you feel your eyes tear up.

Scara rolls his eyes “You’ll get over it”

He looks at you and slightly smirks.

“You know i’ve never seen you cry before… Your eyelashes are pretty long, you cry a lot?”

Its like he’s taunting you. 

“Hey hey it’s a joke don’t cry more… Listen if your worried it not gonna hurt you..”

he got closer to you, sorta sitting in your lap, looking down on you.

“Its been a while since we did anything intimate…”

Really? He’s bringing up being intimate? He clearly doesn’t take you serious. 

“no i’m mourning, don’t rush me”

you heard him make a “tch” sound, instead he placed his head on your shoulder. and wrapped his arms around your waist 

“fine i wont…”

Its silent… 

“i missed you… i missed this”

You wanna make a big sigh, maybe it’ll make him drown you.

Trying to think back how normal your life was before, wondering if you took it for granted, and got this for being selfish or wanting more… Missing your dear parents… Wondering if all those times you spent being mean to them was worth it. You stare at the water lost in thought just wondering what will happen now your in this situation. knowing you can’t escape it. Or Scara…

Moments pass and your pulled out your thoughts as he suddenly gets up, he gets out the tub and puts a towel around his waist.

Its not like he’s not hot, but he’s a bad person, and this is a pretty fucked up situation, anyways you didn’t look at him as he got out, wanting to give him privacy despite him going through your phone while you two weren’t together…

“Be ready for dinner at 12:30, your outfit is picked out already, we’re eating your favorite” 

he saids while washing his face in the sink.

You nod and he takes your answer and leaves the bathroom… You don’t feel as weak anymore, so you get out and dry yourself, what time is it? And why is dinner so late? Whatever, you wonder what type of clothes he got you…

To your surprise it’s fresh new clothes he bought you. Its just a simple matching shirt and shorts, he also got you basic white garments, with a tiny pink ribbon bot in the middle of both the clothing, it’s cute. just to your liking… Which is weird, he knows a lot about you more than yourself… Anyways you brush your teeth wash your face, your ready… you got this for sure, what could go bad ?

___

ermmm end 😝 ? or maybe part 2 👻

i’m good at writing and coming up w good story’s but when it’s like i actually gotta wrote a part2 or sum it just be like what am i gon come up w next, this story is kidna random but lmk if y’all like it 💃🏽 no specific age i’m just going by mine. proofread but not at the same time

also idk what title i should make this 😭?

[rene-darling]

THINKING- about innocent kunikuzushi

-cock is used but can be thought of as fake it's pretty gender neutral

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who you take in before any of his betrayals who relays on you and only you

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who has no complaints when you lock him up in a room devoid of any contact, who cries on your shoulder apologizing for upsetting you and promising you that he'll do better!

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who's your pliant little housewife but he's pretty much useless! He can't cook or clean but he tries his best! And makes up for it by waiting for you in nothing but an apron!

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who's ready to spread his soft little legs at any time you want, outside? Sure. in the backyard? sure. at your workplace? Sure.

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who sits on your lap straddling you as a cute gesture but doesn't understand why you're so red?

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who's your darling doll ready to do anything for you even if he has to get his hands dirty

Innocent kunikuzushi! who's your little cumslut who will take your cock as many times as you want and will also get you off until his knees start hurting

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who has no one but you, you're all he has! If you ever tell him jokingly that you'll leave his eyes will get puffy n tears will fill and his cheeks will turn a bright red!

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who's your housewife even though he's a good-for-nothing who can't cook or clean he promises you he'll learn! So please don't replace him!!

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who doesn't understand what hickies and lovebites mean so freely and openly shows them off in that little outfit of his with no clue as to why people give him odd and flushed looks

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who's your pet your little doll your cum dump who'll do whatever you want without question who'll spread his legs at any time just for you

Innocent kunikuzushi! Who gets flustered at the slightest of touches no matter how many times you fuck him stupid he'll always be just as responsive

[fatuifucker]

ah ok! then can my trans scara request be in the catboy au pls? maybe for one of the camshows proposed by mr. zhongli :3 👉👈

soft dom trans! camboy! catboy! scaramouche x sub trans! fem-sex reader (he/him and masculine pronouns used for reader, no mention of breasts but mention of pussy)

WARNINGS = smut, penetration (reader + scara receiving), toys (vibrator + double-ended dildo + nipple clamps + buttplug + leash), livestreaming, role reversal, praise, pet play, use of "master" + "kitty" as pet names, use of word "cunt"

W/C = 1.2k

A/N = uhhhh i forgot how to write dom scara tbh LMAO also been wanting to write about double dildos for a while, don't really see a lot of content fot it hehe shoutout to @child-of-plut0 for watching my stream as i wrote this

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @ember-is-clueless, @huboi, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @edenialucas, @voidkinnie

Senses deprived. Blinded by black silk over your eyes. Body exposed. Cold all over, yet so hot, hot, hot down there. It’s inflaming, engulfing. You should be ashamed but you’re not. In fact, you’re ecstatic. Other than the buzzing of the vibrator stuffed inside you, the only sound that fills the silent space is the familiar, silvery voice of one of your catboys.

“Today’s a special occasion, so I wanted to try something fun,” you hear a chuckle, followed by a click. “Hehe, yes, these all look interesting, don’t they?”

You tune out most of the conversation, every word he speaks to the audience a bleary fog to the oversaturating exhilaration that floods your body and brain. Left gasping for air, your moans serve as music for the viewers; hundreds of them all watching you writhe, tied to the bed as you await for Scaramouche’s touch.

“Let’s see…the double-ended dildo? Hehehe, an excellent choice.”

There’s shuffling, and you heave when the pleasure comes to a halt. More shuffling, followed by the warmth of hands, and the constricting binds around your wrists are finally lifted. Another warm touch — this time, his lips — presses against your temple as Scaramouche sits you up, the bells on your collar and nipples jingling with the movement

“Can you still go on? Or do you need a rest?” he whispers in your ear. Despite the abrasive tone, there’s a hint of concern under it — one you have come to associate with the headstrong catboy you know and love. 

You nod. “Yes, I’m—”

He tugs on the leash attached to your collar, cutting you off. His breath tickles your ear, the low, domineering timbre making you quiver. “Need I remind you of my order? How are you supposed to refer to me?”

“Y-yes, Master,” you gulp.

A role reversal. That was what you consented to. To be filmed for one of his camshows, and to be his pet.

His catboy.

Even if you are blindfolded, you can practically see the evident smirk on his face. “Good boy.”

Your chest palpitates at the pet name. The chat must have said something humorous, for you feel Scara’s chest rumble as he laughs. Carefully, he slips the vibrator out of your hole, while you stifle back a whine at the emptiness. He hushes you, digits tracing your labia as it picks up some of your essence. It appears he’s lathering something with your fluids. You don’t get to ponder over it for long before he makes his next demand.

“Spread your legs. Put one of them up like this.” He helps you into his desired position, on the account that your sense of sight is severely restricted. There’s the shifting of sheets, and then something wet touches the outer lining of your pussy. “Move with me.”

You share twin whimpers as Scara pushes the dildo inside you, at the same time the other side enters him. He lets out a shaky moan as he starts grinding, with you following suit. Your hole clenches around the rubbery dildo, tensing up when you slide against the ribbed edges. It’s intimate, sharing a cock with your mated one. To watch your catboys doing this live is thrilling. To experience it yourself is an entirely different thing.

“That’s it, just like that,” he rasps. “Faster…faster!”

Your thighs burn but fuck do you care when it feels so damn good. Faster, faster, faster. You need to please Scara. You need to please your Master. You need to be a good catboy for him. He seems to have noticed your renewed enthusiasm for he reaches out and strokes you behind your fake cat ears.

“Good boy, good boy,” he purrs. “My good little catboy.”

Synchronised in this hypnotic rhythm, your hips move in tandem; chasing, chasing, chasing after this riveting gratification. You’re lost in this blind lust, lost in a void of darkness, but he guides you by taking your hand in his, providing you with stability and keeping you grounded. In truth, he’s doing his duty as your supposed master. He’s firm and controlling, but not in a bad way. Maybe he gets it from your example, which gives you a bit of relief.

“Mm…hm? You want us to change positions?” Scara mumbles lazily, stopping his movements. “Ugh, fine, how’s this?”

Scara lets go of you. He adjusts his body, manoeuvring you with him so that you’re laid on your back, with him above you. From inference, you guess your ass is positioned in front of the camera. Perhaps to give the audience a view of the cat tail plug lodged in your asshole. Hot air brushes against your neck and then— he plunges into the other end of the dildo in a single motion, his pussy slapping against yours in a wet smack. Scara furiously pounds himself against the dildo, slamming against your dewy cunt with every turn until you’re left speechless, nothing but moans spilling out of your weary lips. His teeth clings onto every expanse of skin you offer to him, leaving marks on your neck, collarbone, chest; everywhere. For once, he seems to have forgotten about the camera, the viewers, the livestream. His focus is on you, on your pleasure, for your attention to be on him, him and only him.

“Mmm you’re doing so good kitty…so, so good for me,” he growls, sandpaper tongue swiping up the sweat stuck to your neck. “Such a good boy…”

The bells on your nipple clamps jingle as he sucks on the buds. He doesn’t care that the audience can’t see, you would have to lecture him on it later, he just wants to make you feel good. To see your reactions, to know that you want him.

Every slam, every collision of his pussy against yours makes you throb, walls clinching onto the rubbery dick as if sucking on it to keep your sanity. The brief friction of his clit against yours makes your cunt pulse, and you swear you have forgotten how to breathe when all the blood rushes to your head and the rapid thumping of your heart reverberates through your skull.

“Fuck, fuck— I’m close too, argh, shit shit shit shit!”

“Oh god, Master, Master! I’m so close, I’m close, I wanna cum I wanna cum I wanna cum—” you cry.

Scara mewls as the both of you reach your peak, sharp nails digging into your shoulders as his body twitches, hole contracting and expanding around the cock. His thighs tremble as he nearly collapses on you, barely holding himself up with his arms. You immediately notice, wrapping your arms around his back to support him. He shows his appreciation by licking your face, purring as you pet his soft ears. If you weren’t blindfolded, you would have seen the comments cooing at his tail, swishing back and forth in contentment. He suddenly recalls that he is streaming, and gets off you to look through the comments, slightly wincing at the sensitivity.

“You wish you could see our faces? Too bad, bleeeeh!” Scara sneers, and you know with absolute certainty that he’s sticking out his tongue in mockery.

“Mochi, behave,” you scold him, finding satisfaction in the squeal he makes when you tug on his tail.

“Hey! You can’t do that to your master!”

“Really? Weren’t you the one who said that cat hybrids have a right to discipline their masters when they…what’s the word you used? ‘Are being a little brat’ was it?” you tease.

“Bratty?! I’m bratty?! You—”

[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.

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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!!

[spilledartery]

ANGST FEED US ANGST PLEASE

to conceive . . . ( kunikuzushi )

[ male reader, kingdom ! au, angst, trans ! kunikuzushi, infertility, sex. fujoshis, mlm fetishizers, dni. ]

he’s broken, he concluded. kunikuzushi felt tears well in his eyes, his hand instinctively going to his flat belly – a harsh truth that it will forever be that way. the mage, who broke the news to him, gave him an empathetic look.

what would you say? will you be mad? no, no, he knows you won’t be. you’re the kindest emperor ever. it was why he felt such a failure that you, a king, chose him, a mere commoner before you made him your consort, but he failed giving you an heir.

he won’t be pleased, he will hold a grudge against me, kunikuzushi’s mind kept slipping in the dark as he heads back to your shared chambers. he will find someone else—

he sits on the bed. it was only now that he noticed his shoulders were shaking violently as he sobs. he’s failed his sole purpose in life, of giving you an heir. he felt so undeserving of his title as your consort – you put him on such high regard, defend him whenever other nobles gets too rowdy with their mouths, and yet he can’t even pay you back by bearing a child.

that night, kunikuzushi laid on his side of bed, far away from you. he would usually be buzzing with excitement whenever he sees you at the door, but now...

“beloved,” you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “has something happened? come, please, love. talk to me.”

your soft, reassuring tone made him crumble. for the umpteenth time that day, he cried. he gripped the sheets tight that his knuckles turned white. he sniffled.

“oh, love.” the next thing kunikuzushi knew, he was sitting on your lap; your arms were around his waist protectively. you gazed up at him with nothing but deep love and admiration. he doesn’t deserve you, you deserve someone better than keeping being wed to someone broken as him. “why do you cry?” you asked.

“i – i...”

kunikuzushi lets himself be selfish and clung onto you, putting his arms around your neck and sobbing against your shoulders. he grips your robes tight, afraid that you’ll slip away – but he knows you aren’t like that.

in the dim moonlight illuminating your chambers, you held him as he cried. you didn’t pry after his stammering, you just let him cry and cry, until he felt like there are no more tears coming out of him. he sniffled, steeling himself. he still holds you tight. “i w-went to the mage, earlier,” he hiccups, and you run your hands up and down his back gently, letting him know that you’re listening. “and... and i’m...” he felt tears again – it seems like there are more. “i cannot conceive. i-i’m broken! i’m infertile, i cannot give you an heir! i’m so sorry, your majesty, i am so sorry – please, forgive me — ”

through his mantra of “you deserve someone better, someone who can give you a child,” you console him by cupping his cheeks gently in your hands. “you are not broken, my love. it’s... it’s okay. there are plenty other ways of getting a child, yes?”

no. no. he knows how much you value tradition. surely you can’t just adopt a child, not of your bloodline, and raise them to rule the kingdom for the future. he knows you are only saying this to make him feel better, and he wants to slap you for it.

“hush, now, darling,” you said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “it’s okay.” then, you kissed him, chaste and soft. in spite of himself, he leaned into the kiss. he’s so selfish for allowing himself be in your presence further.

when you pull away, he’s already gripping the collar of your robes tight and pulling you back against his lips. he kissed you so earnestly and demandingly, as if wanting to prove something. please, don’t replace me. i can still be a good spouse, please...

you obliged with his advances. pushing your tongue in his mouth, he can’t help but moan, one which was muffled against your lips.

you laid him on the bed, and, without breaking the heated kiss, you began undressing him while he’s already slipping your robes off your shoulders. he was urgent, while you took your time.

you kissed down to his jaw, neck, to his soft, small mounds of breasts, taking a nipple into your mouth while your hand massages the other – kunikuzushi moans, arching up to you.

in the back of his mind, a cruel voice keeps whispering that he doesn’t deserve this; your mouth, your fingers that are pushing into him, your sweet, sweet words in his ear – none of this he deserves, but he’s selfish, always has been. and so, he indulges.

he cried as you pushed into him, and you were no better, breathing heavily against the crook of his neck. kunikuzushi wraps his legs around your waist, the action made you go deeper, and his eyes rolled back at the sensation.

you’ve set a steady pace as to not overwhelm him, but he just wants you go harder and faster, to be rough, as his punishment for being a failure and being infertile. his nails clawed at your back, and you groaned, biting his neck in retaliation.

the warm feeling of your cum pooling in his belly was a cruel reminder for kunikuzushi that it will not take. again, he cried.

some time later, you and him were at the massive table, with only the two of you eating. time and time again, you’d reassured him that it is okay that he cannot conceive, that you still love him no matter what, and he was starting to believe it until your advisor opened his damned mouth: “your majesty, if his highness kunikuzushi continues to fail giving you an heir”—you can’t help but scowl at the words he’d chosen—“isn’t it, perhaps, the time to look for concubines?”

you saw kunikuzushi tense. though before he hears your answer ( you’ve got no plans of agreeing, however ), he’d already hastily stood up and ran away, tears in his eyes. your heart breaks for him.

[jhuzen]

shedding tears [m.reader]

am i still sane? absolutely not. i’m so sorry. this and the zhongli one was just meant to be a quick thirst. a few paragraphs that’s it. because like i said, they were the contenders against my aether smoot. alas, it was valentines and i got the no bitches card for this year sadly. so… :D

𖦹 nsfw, kabukimono kunikuzushi, you made him cry a lot (dacryphilia), size difference, a little belly bulge, kinda mean reader lmao

There is reward in diligence and persistence.

That much Kunikuzushi knew the moment you’ve finally granted him the attention that he so pathetically cried for, like a pitiful child, wanting to have you all to himself after having him so hellbent when you avoided him like a plague for days.

He broke through your mercy and kindness when he offered himself to you with little to no regard for the amount of times you’ve had to restrain yourself from taking him then and there, afraid to corrupt his poor little soul with the filth that polluted your draconic mind.

But that was really the last of his worries when he’s being fucked stupidly by you.

Kunikuzushi writhed in pleasure as your big finger found its way in him, with half a mind of someone who wants to make sure he doesn’t break in the process. He whined at the sensation with the way your fingers just seem to press within his tight little walls, he squirmed and his legs almost kicked you away, but you held him still, holding his legs up by his ankles with just one hand.

“[N-Name]—! N-No, not there—!” He squeals with such wanton that you couldn’t help but think otherwise. And you could care less, not when he looks this good, bathed in the moonlight that came from the windows of your humble home, his tears of pleasure glistened.

“You say that but your body shows otherwise,” your devilish smirk was more prominent as your fingers prodded around inside him and brushed against his prostate, making the puppet jolt within your grasp, hips bucking up so high with need.

Kunikuzushi’s wet and messy sobs left little to anyone’s imagination should they hear it. He was writhing within the pristine sheets of your bed, his cries inconsolable as he continued to wail for you to do more, to soothe the aching need that you now suddenly placed in him for the very first time. Euphoria slowly squeezed his mind tightly, like the bruising grip you had on his ankles, easily engulfing them with your large hands.

Far too big, you were far too big for him and somehow the thought enticed innocent little Kunikuzushi — to be enveloped by your hulking form while you pounded into him so ruthlessly.

His needy whines reached you and ought to grant him sympathy as well as aid your waning restraint. Your hand freed his ankles, letting his legs drop to the bed. “Spread your legs for me, why don’t you? I’d so very love to see every inch of you.”

Embarrassment flooded through Kunikuzushi in the form of more tears rolling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but coo at such a helpless sight. Your dearest puppet looked so ashamed for wanting you carnally, to want you under the thin veil of lust and hedonistic pleasure. And it filled your ego to see him so shy, in contrast to his shameless crying earlier, begging you to just look at him.

And now, you so generously indulged his request, eyes digging into his form as Kunikuzushi’s hesitant and quivering hands gripped the back of his thighs, lifting his legs up widespread, showing you everything that he can offer.

The puppet looked away, unable to maintain even a second of eye contact from you, lips trembling as he felt your eyes ravishing every inch of his lithe body.

Your mercy finally reached him as you crawled on top of him. Kunikuzushi was right, you could cover him so easily with your whole body. He shuddered in sinful delight, whining as he felt your erection brush up against his cocklet. Too big, all too big. Kunikuzushi wasn’t even sure if you were going to fit, but for you, he’d do anything!

Taking him by the chin, you gazed into the puppet’s eyes, his long eyelashes wet with all the crying he’s been doing, and all you could ever do was lean in, sticking your tongue out to lick his salty tears away. Delicious, like you’ve thought, you felt him quiver under your touch and it further fueled your desire to ravage him then and there. His body slowly arched up towards you, indicative of a carnal need to please you.

You moved your hips and relished in the quiet whimper that left his pretty little lips, “Are you sure you can take it, doll?” You asked, eyebrow furrowing in a half-faux concern, you teased him, showing a sense of reluctance and he was quick to nod his head vigorously.

“O-Of course! A-Anything! Anything for you!”

Your palms reached down to the meat of his ass, giving it a little squeeze and prompted his hips to lift, so reflexive in response of needing you. “Hmm? Is that so? I should warn you, if you can’t handle it, do tell, and I’ll just have to do it with someone else.” A light jest was all you did.

But the way his eyes filled with more tears of dread probed a sick sense of joy within you, almost making you smile. And while you enjoyed it, Kunikuzushi could feel his stomach drop. You? With someone else? No! He could never let that happen! You were the only one other than the blacksmiths that ever treasured him so earnestly! And the thought of being discarded again just because of not being enough for you almost made him choke on another sob.

“P-Please… don’t leave me…” he was weak in his pleas, heartbreakingly so, and you immediately regretted your words when he meekly followed it up with another meek claim, “I… I don’t think I could ever live without [Name]… without you…”

And like the good man that you are, you quelled the tiny puppet’s worries by smothering his quiet pleas with a kiss, your hand already on your cock go to guide into his puffy rim. You swallowed his whimpers as your cockhead rubbed up against the rim of his entrance, a wordless warning of your next action.

You quickly pulled away as you slowly entered him, immediately onto him as the sweetest moans and gasps leave his lips. You were stretching him out so much! You said you were preparing him but it seemed to do so little as Kunikuzushi braved through the dull ache that he felt when you pushed your hips further, managing to bury yourself into the hilt.

Your eyes almost rolled at the back of your head at just how much your poor little boy was sucking you in, so pliant and almost so easy if he wasn’t so tight. Your sanity almost tearing into shreds when his walls clenched around you, relishing in the addicting heat of his ass. A low grunt resounded from you and Kunikuzushi responded with a whimper.

His hands could barely grip onto his own thighs, his hands shaking as the sensation of pleasure soon washed over him. It felt too good, the way your cock managed to mold his walls to fit you when Kunikuzushi was dead sure that it wouldn’t work — but you slotted into him perfectly. He quickly looked down, eyes blurred with fresh tears, finding himself flushed as a bump surfaces through his tummy.

Your eyes followed to where he was looking at, grinning at the way you seemed to appear, your hands flitted to the creamy skin of his stomach and listened to the puppet suck in a sharp breath, his drooling cock twitching as your finger traced the outline of your cock.

“Look at you, love, so tiny, so adorable, and yet your body is already molding itself to be my cocksleeve, aren’t you just a good boy~” you cooed your sweet praises and Kunikuzushi was left breathless under the mercy of your words.

Call me that again, please! His mind begs but his mouth could barely form the words, letting out a girlish squeal as you pressed onto the bulge in his abdomen, back arching up to you. It was enough for you to take the hint that he’s grown accustomed to your monstrous size, and slowly moved your hips, stuttering in pace as you kept cautious at the way he seems to clench around you so tightly, almost refusing you to move.

You laughed, such a cute pretty little thing your dear Kunikuzushi was, so sweet, so innocent, now reduced into a moaning mess, with one hand already leaving his thigh to hold onto your arm that caged him in. You hissed in delight when he dug his nails into your skin in each deep thrust that you made.

And in every time that you would hit that sweet spot of his, you drew out more sinful sobs from the tiny puppet, eating up every sudden cry that comes from him from either pain or pleasure.

Your eyes glowed with a smidge of possessiveness.

Yes. This is it. For far too long you’ve been deprived of a cute little mate. Lucky you that the deities have rewarded your abstinence for far too long. And you figured that in every tear that Kunikuzushi sheds, the more your urge to fuck them out of him grew.

[yourlocalstranger123]

Explanation for the names from what I learned: Kunikuzushi= what He named himself. Kabukimono= what the people called him. Scaramouche= fatui era. Wanderer= current with an anemo vision.

Part 1/Idea part 2 part 3

Apologies advance: Sorry if you can't tell who is talking.

Reader: Bold

@0rah-s

—Scaramouche-lovable-versions—

Earlier: you did not know how this happened. How did wanderer versions of himselves appear in front of you?? Well, now there's 4 people with you, you sat there as kunikuzushi sat on your lap, and he snuggles you. While Kabukimono is still slightly nice, as he sits there quietly and clings onto your arm. Wanderer just leaned onto your shoulders as he got flustered and would hit you in the arm if you said anything about it. Scaramouche is just watching the whole thing and gets annoyed and embarrassed that his versions of himself are clinging to you. It's not like he's getting jealous or anything.....

-—- current:

"Tch. Pathetic, clinging onto this thing?"

Scaramouche points at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he watches the others still enjoying your presence.

"I don't wanna admit, but....Im kinda disappointed in my past self."

Wanderer says, looking disappointed but at the same time snickering at him. Scaramouche was about to get his hands bloody until Kabukimono asked him why he was reacting like that with fascination and curiosity in his eyes. Kunikuzushi also wants to ask but doesn't know how.

"What's happening...? Aurgh..."

You said drowsy since you didn't get any sleep from the bickering from last night, and the worst thing is that since they don't sleep or get tired at all.

Everyone looked at you, making you nervous. "What?"

"Nothing..."

Wanderer sighs. "You can go back to sleep now."

"Well, I need food, so let me go cook some." You stretched your arms and legs out. Accidentally letting a few-

*CrAaaAcK*

"..." *Silence*

Kabukimono stars panicking, he learned that if a human bone got broken, you'll hear a crack. He starts running to get the med kit, crying big fat tears as he clutches your shirt.

"*hic* Don't die pleasee!"

"I'm not going to die??"

Wanderer mentally face slaps himself on the forehead. "They're not dead, you idiot."

Scarmouche covers his ears from Kabukimono loud crying. It even gets worser when kunikuzushi starts crying with him even though he doesn't know what's going on.

After some reassurance that you're not gonna die, you finally got up and went to the kitchen. Grabbing some ingredients and stuff to make whatever you're making.

They all just stare at you. Kabukimono and Kunikuzushi just openly stare while Wanderer just side glances every second, so he doesn't seem interested and staring. [It's so obvious] Scaramouche is literally just hiding in the corner, sending death stares into your back. [You're even more obvious than Wanderer]

You told them to go to the living room and wait there. And not even 1 second later, Wanderer and Scaramouche sends snarky remarks or comments to each other. As kuni and kabu just watches in fascination.

They stopped suddenly when they smelled something. It wasn't bad, it smells good. [I don't know if your F/F is smelly or not. No offense to the smelly thing- I promsie.]

They went into the kitchen, seeing you eating your F/F (favorite food). They flinched when you caught them staring.

"Want some?" Your words are slightly muffled from you still chewing your food.

"Hah, we don't require food. We're not wea-"

Scaramouche is stunned to see kuni and kabu already sitting there being hand fed by you. At least Wanderer isn't getting convinced to—

"Wanderer, come over here and have some."

....Wanderer was about to decline until you headed a spoon of food to him. He found himself obediently sitting on the chair, being hand fed by you. He declined the food again but immediately stuffed his mouth with food when you offered another spoon of food.

Scarmouche standing there, frozen in place. You offered him food but he refused loudly. Saying again that he didn't need food unlike you weaklings.

He kept staring at you when you kept hand feeding them. Scowling at you. Wanderer looks at Scaramouche and mouths

'What? Jealous?'

Smirking as his mouth opens wide to let you feed him.

'What?! I'm not jealous! I'm just saying that eating is utterly useless..! It's not like I only want me to be hand fed by [Name]!' Scaramouche thought. Scowling at the thought. [More like pouting since he is oh, so jealous of them.]

Without noticing, you walked up to him and put a spoon full of food near his face. He became flustered, telling you to go away, and he doesn't need it. You pretended to be disappointed, and O' so sad :(

He perked up and took a bite. Saying muffled words that you should be grateful.

After cleaning up with Wanderer, since all of them don't know how to, you told them to follow you. You fell on the bed, smiling comfortably. You turned your head to see them

"Come on, join me."

Kunikuzushi immediately came to lay his head on your left arm, Kabukimono following the same but on the right arm. Wanderer laid on top of you.

Scaramouche said that he doesn't need sleep and will just watch out the door for any intruders. You carefully got up and picked him up.

"Hey! Let me go-!"

You humed in response. Making him lay on top of you on the left side as everyone went back to their positions. [Wanderer is on the right side on top of you]

He begrudgingly accepts his face. Eyes slowly closing. Forming a slight smile.

They fall asleep. Happily sleeping in your warmth.

Sweet dreams~

[ventismacchiato]

12 stuck with you — kiss kiss fall in love !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

The ringing of a phone pierces through the quiet and drags you from sleep. Disoriented, you blink at the dim light seeping in through the skylight. The sound was vibrating against the bedside table and as you reached for it half-asleep you felt the unmistakable warmth of someone's body tangled with yours.

Your eyes fly open. Scaramouche.

You feel the way your body tenses up, as it usually does when you’re with the idiot. You turn your face and find him just inches away from yours. The pillow you’d place between you two long gone on the floor as the only thing separating you both was the thin comforter.

For a moment, Scaramouche looks oddly peaceful, with his dark hair tousled against the pillow and his brows not creased in its usual scowl towards you. That’s until his eyes open from the sound and he sends you a glare.

“Shut that up,” he grumbles, sitting up and reaching over you to shut it off himself. His body hovers over you and you can see his shirt hang low enough to see his stomach. The warmth of his body radiates through the thin fabric separating you both, and for a split second, you’re hyper-aware of just how close you are. The gentle weight of him leaning over makes your pulse quicken.

You expected him to make a snide comment about how your legs were still tangled together but he doesn’t. It's as if waking up practically wrapped around each other is just another morning for you two. He doesn't acknowledge it, doesn’t even meet your eyes, and for some reason, that silence makes the moment even more charged.

With the phone in hand, he flops back into his spot beside you, muttering something under his breath, the tension between you two as palpable as the fading echo of the ringtone as he wordlessly lays away from you.

“Fuck do you want you old hag,” Scara grumbles, putting the phone on speaker.

“Good morning!” Yae Miko’s voice is far too cheerful for this hour. “We’ve got a little emergency. Some rumors are starting to circulate about the show being fake.”

Your blood runs cold. “Wait, what?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," Yae continues, almost too calm for the bomb she's dropping. "Which means we need you two to handle it. Get dressed and head to the hot tub. We’ll film a ‘leaked’ kissing scene to throw people off. Make it look real.”

"At five in the morning?" Scaramouche groans, his voice laced with annoyance.

Yae’s voice, ever so sly, comes back through. “Is there a problem? Oh, and don’t forget to make it convincing. The public loves a good scandal!”

You reach over and hang up without answering, already dreading the awkwardness that’s about to unfold. You both lay there for a few minutes, your upcoming fate and lack of sleep not motivating either of you.

“I can see you both slacking off!” Lisa’s voice from the intercoms yell, causing you both to sit up abruptly.

“Fucking perv,” Scara mutters, sliding the comforter off as you follow suit.

“Let’s just get it over with,” you say, avoiding his gaze.

He scoffs but doesn’t argue, instead dragging himself up and throwing on the same outfit from last night. You do the same, trying not to think about the fact that you’ll be practically glued to him in about ten minutes.

By the time you make it to the hot tub, the early morning air bites at your skin, the sky still dark. The hot water looks almost inviting compared to the chill, though the thought of what you’re about to do makes your stomach churn.

You lower yourself into the water, already feeling the tension settle in as Scaramouche follows suit. It’s quiet—too quiet—until he mutters, “So, how are we doing this?”

You sink lower into the water, heat creeping up your neck. "I guess… I sit on your lap, and we angle ourselves so it looks like we're kissing."

He gives you a look, something unreadable flashing in his eyes, before nodding. “Fine.”

“Well, get on with it!” Yae’s voice yells from god knows where.

Reluctantly, you move closer an inch. And then another. And then one more.

“For fucks sake, we’ll be here all day,” Scara huffs, reaching out to slide a hand around your waist and yanking you closer. You yelp at the suddenness as you slide onto his lap. His hands find your waist, holding you steady as your heart pounds in your ears. This position is way more intimate than you’d expected. There was nowhere to look but at him with his chest solid against yours. The steam rising from the water makes the air feel thick.

You tilt your head back, just enough so that it looks like you’re about to kiss, hoping that the camera will get the right angle without you two having to go through with it.

“This is good but while we’re here, why don’t you both just kiss,” Lisa yells from the intercom, "Now that will shut down the rumors.”

Your entire body stiffens at Lisa's suggestion, the weight of her words settling in like stones in your stomach. You shift slightly on Scaramouche’s lap, trying to ignore the situation at hand.

“You’ve got to stop shifting like that,” Scara says under his breath, holding your hips still with his hands. He lets out an annoyed sigh, his grip on your waist tightening just slightly. “Let’s just get it over with,” he mutters, leaning in a little closer, his expression unreadable but tense.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. Instead, you manage to stammer, “I’ve… never kissed anyone before.”

There’s a beat of silence. You brace yourself, expecting him to make fun of you, to twist this into some new way to tease you relentlessly. Maybe he’ll laugh about how he knew you were a virgin like he usually does or call you pathetic for having no experience.

But that doesn’t happen.

Scaramouche just stares at you, his eyes flickering with something—maybe surprise, maybe something else entirely—but then he simply sighs, and his expression softens just a fraction. If you hadn’t spent so much time glaring at him all your career you wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Fine,” he says, his voice calmer than you expected. “I’ll guide it. Just follow my lead.”

Before you can process what’s happening, he takes one of your hands and places it on his shoulder, the other by his nape. The heat from his skin is almost unbearable in contrast to the cool air, and you can feel the slight tension in his muscles under your fingers.

You swallow hard, unsure of how to respond, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. But Scaramouche’s eyes are steady on yours, his lips close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin.

“Relax,” he murmurs, as if that’s an easy thing to do. His hand on your waist moves up slightly, settling just beneath your ribs, grounding you as he tilts his head a fraction closer. “It’s not that hard, dumbass”

Your body feels like it’s caught in two different worlds—one of panic and another of dizzying anticipation. You’ve never been this close to anyone, let alone someone you’ve spent so much time despising. But there’s no mockery in his gaze now, no smug grin. Just a quiet, unspoken agreement between the two of you to get this over with.

The last thing you see before shutting your eyes are Scara’s lips, which fall gently open the moment he leans in to kiss yours.

Scaramouche closes the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, hesitant way. It’s not like you imagined a kiss would feel. It’s… gentle, almost patient, like he’s allowing you the time to catch up. His hand shifts, guiding you closer as the kiss deepens, but not by much—just enough to make the world outside of this moment blur.

Your body, tense from anticipation, crumbles into abandon. The beat of your heart is too loud in your chest, emotions lodged in your throat, and soft dark hair curling through the spaces between your fingers.

You find yourself following his lead without thinking, your fingers tightening slightly against the back of his neck as you lean into the kiss. There’s no rush, no urgency. It’s almost like he’s teaching you without words, each movement purposeful but slow, as if he’s trying not to overwhelm you. It’s a contrast to his usual demeanor, where he seemed like he was always one step ahead. He seemed so out of reach.

But now here he was, barely an inch away from you and letting you catch up.

When he finally pulls back, it’s only by a few inches, and his gaze lingers on your lips before flicking back up to your eyes.

“There,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You’re too stunned to respond right away, the world around you coming back into focus in slow motion. The water, the cold air, the fact that this was all supposed to be for show. But for a moment, you’d forgotten that.

“No,” you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper. “I guess not.”

“Your lips were chapped,” Scaramouche adds with a smirk, because of course he does. The teasing lilt in his voice grates on you, breaking the moment that had felt so strangely…intimate.

Without hesitation, you flick his forehead, the satisfying thunk earning a small grunt from him. Before he can retaliate, you quickly slide off his lap, distancing yourself in the water. The warmth of the hot tub is nothing compared to the heat still lingering on your face.

“That was GREAT,” Yae’s voice screeches through the intercom, cutting through the awkwardness like a knife. “THAT TWITTER USER CAN EAT MY ASS!”

You can practically see her smug grin, and it makes you groan internally. Great. Now your first kiss is going to be broadcast as a PR stunt to shut down rumors. You shift uncomfortably, trying to push down the strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest—annoyance, disbelief, and something you can’t quite place. Your lips still tingle from the kiss that wasn’t even supposed to happen.

Yae gives the signal that they’ve got the footage they need so you get ready to leave. As you move to climb out of the tub, Scaramouche stays behind, seemingly unfazed. You’re doing your best to ignore him, but his voice cuts through the steam and your scattered thoughts.

“It doesn’t have to count.”

You pause, turning your head slightly. “What?”

“The kiss,” he says, his tone almost casual, like this whole conversation is no big deal. “If first kisses are something stupid you care about… this one doesn’t have to count.”

You blink at him, trying to process his words. “What are you talking about?”

Scaramouche’s gaze flickers over to you, his face unreadable but his voice softening just a bit. “Your real first kiss can be with someone you actually care about. Doesn’t have to be this.” He gestures vaguely between you two, as if the kiss you just shared is nothing more than a contractual obligation—just part of the game. Which it was. But at the end of the day it was still your first kiss.

You stare at him, trying to make sense of the words he just said, of the way his tone has softened like he’s actually trying to spare you something for once.

“It was still my first,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him.

Scaramouche's eyes flicker, a shadow of something crossing his face before his expression hardens again. He leans his head back against the edge of the tub, arms crossing over his chest. “Look,” he starts, his voice dropping to that low, lazy tone he uses when he’s about to say something he knows is going to piss you off. “I know I’m an asshole most of the time—”

“Most of the time?” you cut in, eyebrow raised.

He glares at you, but there’s no real heat in it. “Shut up and let me finish, will you?”

You bite back the retort bubbling in your throat, nodding slightly for him to continue.

“I’m an asshole, yeah,” he says again, a little slower this time. “But I’m not that much of an asshole. If… if this is something that matters to you, then don’t let it. You can still have your real first kiss with someone who—” He hesitates, eyes shifting to the side for a second, and you could swear you see the faintest hint of uncertainty in his gaze before he forces it away. “—someone who means something to you.”

The words hang in the air between you, thick and heavy with something unspoken. You can’t tell if he’s saying it because he genuinely believes it or if he’s just trying to make this whole mess easier for you. Either way, it’s not like him to care, and that fact alone makes your chest tighten with confusion. Maybe he just pitied you.

“Anyway, don’t get all emotional about it,” he adds, his voice back to its usual flippant tone. “I’m not gonna hold your hand through it.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you snap back, but there’s no bite to your words. Instead, you’re left with the lingering thought of what he just said, the weight of his strange attempt at comfort settling in your chest.

Before you can say anything else, Scaramouche pushes himself up from the water, his hands gripping the edge of the tub as he turns his back to you. “Let’s just get out of here before Yae comes up with another stupid idea.”

This was what you’d expected. Scaramouche being uncomfortable with you both being so close and you feeling sick at the thought. There was a kind of comfort in predictability, and you and Scara’s relationship was so goddamn predictable.

[00:00:00] KISS INTERVIEW ONE, TAKE ONE

YAE: So, tell us all about that little kiss that got leaked!

SCARAMOUCHE: It was alright. YAE: [GESTURES FOR HIM TO KEEP GOING]

SCARAMOUCHE: It was great and…[SQUINTS AT SIGN YAE IS HOLDING] life changing, their lips were soft as flower petals and…Yae this is stupid, I’m not reading this. Who wrote this? It’s terrible.

YAE: I wrote it! It’s romantic!

SCARAMOUCHE: It’s gross. Who the hell describes a kiss like this?

JEAN, SIGHING: Why don’t you use your own words to describe it? SCARAMOUCHE: Fake. 

JEAN: Cut!

[00:17:38] KISS INTERVIEW ONE, TAKE TWO

YAE: Let’s try this again. Can you describe the kiss in your own words?

SCARAMOUCHE: It wasn’t planned, okay? It just…I don’t know.

YAE: That’s all you’re giving us? C’mon, this is your big moment. Tell the fans something juicy!

SCARAMOUCHE: [EXHALES SHARPLY, LOOKS AWAY] I don’t know… I guess I… I feel bad about it.

YAE: Bad? Why would you feel bad? Was the kiss not good?

SCARAMOUCHE: [RUNS A HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR, HESITATES] I’m not the kind of guy people would want their first kiss with. And, yeah… it was their first. I know it was supposed to be this whole act, but I… I shouldn’t have taken that from them, not like that.

YAE: [RAISES AN EYEBROW] So, you actually care?

SCARAMOUCHE: [AVERTS EYES] Care? I… [PAUSES] No. Maybe. It just wasn’t fair to them, that’s all.

LISA: When you say “not like that” do you mean you wished you’d kissed them in a different setting?

SCARAMOUCHE: [GLARES AT LISA] I’m not answering something stupid as that.

YAE: Oh, come on! This is what everyone wants to know. Don’t you think the fans deserve a little honesty?

SCARAMOUCHE: [CROSSES HIS ARMS] I’ve given you plenty. I already told you, it wasn’t fair to them. Isn’t that enough?

LISA: [SMILING] Just admit it—you’re dodging because you actually feel something.

SCARAMOUCHE: [LEANS BACK, SIGHING] Look, if you’re expecting some big confession, you’re wasting your time. It was a job. That’s it. 

YAE: [SHARING A SMIRK WITH LISA] Right, because I also kiss my coworkers passionately all in the name of “just doing my job.”

[00:00:00] KISS INTERVIEW TWO, TAKE ONE

YAE: Alright, Y/N, let’s dive in! 

Y/N: [FROWNS AT CARD] Why does the thingy say kiss this time?

YAE: Because we all want to know what went down in the hot tub with Scara! 

Y/N: [SQUINTS AT YAE'S SIGN] I can’t even read the script you’re holding. My eyesight’s terrible. Does that seriously say, “His lips felt like heaven?”

YAE: [GRINNING] Yes! It’s good, right? Very romantic!

Y/N: [RAISES AN EYEBROW] Romantic? It sounds like something out of a cheap romance novel.

YAE: [GIGGLING] Well, Scara said my writing was terrible too. You two are totally synced, it seems.

JEAN: [SIGHS AND PLACES HER HEAD IN HER HANDS] We might be here a while…

YAE: Cut! Alright, let’s reset. [DEEP BREATH] Take two.

[00:05:43] KISS INTERVIEW TWO, TAKE TWO

YAE: [ROLLING HER EYES] Okay, just… talk about how hot his body was or something. Give the fans what they want!

Y/N: [STRAIGHT-FACED] I’d rather not.

LISA: [GIGGLES] Then maybe just tell us what it was like losing your first kiss to him.

JEAN: Lisa! That’s kind of insensitive…

Y/N: [SHRUGS] It’s fine. Surprisingly, I’m not that mad about it. I’ve known Scara for years, so… at least it wasn’t with some stranger.

YAE: [GIGGLING, LEANING IN] So… was it any good?

Y/N: [ROLLS EYES] I mean, I don’t exactly have anything to compare it to.

YAE: [TEASING] So you’re saying he set the bar?

Y/N: [CROSSES ARMS, SHRUGS] I’m saying I survived. Let’s leave it at that.

JEAN: [UNDER HER BREATH] Why do I feel like we’re making this worse? 

LISA: [CHUCKLING] Because we probably are.

[00:00:00] BEACH INTERVIEW ONE, TAKE ONE

YAE: So, Childe, tell us—how are you enjoying the beach so far? Getting some time to unwind?

CHILDE: [SMILING] Yeah, it’s been nice. But it’s a little too quiet without Scara and Y/N bickering in the background. You’d think I’d enjoy the peace, but… kinda miss the chaos, you know?

YAE: [CHUCKLES] Oh? Seems like you got used to it. How’s everyone managing without Scara?

CHILDE: Well, he was the best cook, surprisingly. So now everyone’s struggling. Dinner last night was... [SHUDDERS] Let’s just say nobody knew how to work the stove.

YAE: [LAUGHS] Sounds rough. So, I have to ask—any romance brewing in the group?

CHILDE: [GRINS, LEANS IN] Between you and me, I keep seeing Xiao and Kazuha sneaking off for these little “walks” along the shore. But hey, maybe they’re just out there for a smoke or something. 

JEAN: [OFF-CAMERA, SIGHS] Childe, don’t bring up smoking!

CHILDE: Right, right! I mean, they’re, uh… stargazing. Totally innocent. Just two guys appreciating the stars.

YAE: Cut!

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synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

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[ezri261]

"Tatlong bilyon, ikaw lamang ang aking gusto"

Pairings; Wanderer x M!reader

cw: angst, amnesia, resurrection, hanahaki disease

Wanderer didn't know how many years— hell, decades has gone by ever since he saw you die. You were the only one who was there to talk to him, listen to him, comfort him– Yet, you were gone.

Back when he was Kunikuzushi; he didn't know what happened. Your death happened right in front of him— his fourth betrayal. The cold, metallic blood stained his clothes, your mouth filled with petals.

He could still remember your face, your voice, your panic to tell something to him, but he was far too innocent that time to understand. If he had the chance to turn back the time, he would've done something different.

He remembered that day as clear as glass.

"Kuni... I don't think I'll be able to live very long."

"What do you mean by that, M/N?"

"Come, I'll- cough tell you."

He should've noticed the blood-stained petal that came out of your mouth, that was a sign— yet, Kunikuzushi disregarded it, thinking it was normal.

"Kuni, no matter what, you have to promise me- cough something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Always believe in yourself. Don't let your origin or past define you."

Just as Kunikuzushi was about to respond, you coughed tons of petals, blood dripping down from the side of your chin as your airways were starting to get blocked.

You looked desperate, in pain— yet you looked at Kunikuzushi with affection.

"Don't forget me."

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"Hey–! You dropped this!"

A voice called out to Wanderer. It was familiar, but he didn't want to get his hopes up, his mind convincing him that you were dead.

Just as he turned his body around to get the item he dropped, he made eye contact with those familiar E/C eyes, something that he couldn't take off his mind.

"M/N..?"

"Do I know you?"