#scara of course makes it easy

[catboydreamer]

last work of 2024 will be scara … r u surprised

[dead-boys-club]

†  a seat : the fatui.

❥ scenario: their s/o decides to take up residence on their lap --- during a meeting. ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested.

❥ la signora.

she wouldn't give much of a reaction, her eyebrow raising and a barely noticeable hint of amusement to her gaze. open affection isn't something she's keen to show, especially in a professional setting but she wouldn't make you move. if anything, she would just shift in her spot and adjust her posture to make sure you were comfortable, though her movements wouldn't be big enough to draw attention. she would enjoy your closeness but would remain as cold and composed as always. after the meeting is a different story. while she may not show too much emotion, she wouldn't try to hide the smirk as she approached you. 'you certainly know how to make a statement, don't you, darling?' she asked, reaching out to gently tip your chin up with her pointer finger, 'don't think you can distract me so easily.. you'll have to do better than that.' there was a clear affection and appreciation in her gaze, despite the words, honestly enjoying your boldness.

❥ scaramouche.

at first, he genuinely wouldn't even know how to respond, frozen for a split second before brushing it off, not wanting anyone to notice. he'd look at you, eyes flickering as if looking for an answer to your sudden actions. scara isn't one for such open displays of affection, or any at all, especially in such a formal setting - he would fight between irritation and silent, frustrated acceptance; he didn't want to cause a scene. 'what do you think you're doing?' he would hiss under his breath, leaning close to your ear, enough though he wasn't actually trying to remove you. he would be annoyed for the duration of the meeting, though just accepting your bold statement that he, quite honestly, didn't understand. oh boy, he'd be so fast to corner you, arms crossed and staring you down. 'what was that all about?' he demanded, though something was off - his tone didn't hold the same hate soaked bite it usually did; even his s/o had to deal with that. you could see the ghost of a blush on his features but you knew he'd never admit to being embarrassed. 'you're lucky no one said anything,' he muttered, the tiniest hint of softness forming in his gaze. he wasn't as upset as he wanted to seem.

❥ childe.

it shouldn't come as a surprise that he would be the most openly and unashamedly amused, of course, having no complaints. as soon as you took your place, a grin would form and he'd offer your head a soft nudge with his nose. 'comfortable?' he'd ask in a whisper, teasing as always but still loving. his arms found their own place around you, keeping you close. to childe, holding onto you came easy, automatically knowing how to shift so you were comfortable. he wouldn't be concerned a single bit about the others, the glances only making him grin further. he enjoyed showing off the relationship you had. he'd be pretty excited once the meeting ended, the grin never leaving his features, though softening into a smile once he approached you. 'you made it pretty hard for me to concentrate in there.. that was an important meeting,' he teased, arms wrapping around you once more to pull you closer; if you were honest, neither of you had heard a single word that was said. 'i'm not complaining, though,' he'd chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. he was just happy to have someone who was so open to show him affection.

❥ dottore.

as annoyed as he'd be, he'd also be curious. were you testing him? were you crazy? had you.. taken something? he'd really be at a loss, especially as someone who wasn't exactly one for public displays of affection - meeting or otherwise. he would view your actions as a distraction and wonder just what kind of statement you were trying to make. 'this better be worth the interruption,' he muttered, adjusting his posture to accommodate you, shifting his focus back to the meeting. he would occasionally glance to you, jaw clenching as he tried figuring you out. once the meeting was over and you dismissed yourself, only to be closely followed by him. 'what exactly were you trying to achieve?' he asked, hand taking hold of your jaw to lift your head, though his touch wasn't as rough as you expected it to be. you only blinked and shook your head. there was a shift to his usual demeanor, something a little softer, letting you know he wasn't as displeased as you thought. 'you should know better than to disrupt my focus,' he added, leaning closer to you, eyes searching your own, 'you truly are a strange little creature..'

❥ arlecchino.

she would spare you a glance, expression unreadable as it always was. you taking a place on her lap wouldn't cause even the slightest of budge to her composed nature - you would have to do a lot more for that to happen. she does, however, rest a possessive hand on your hip, making sure to keep you close. there would be no open acknowledgement of your actions but she would make sure you were comfortable, attention never leaving the meeting. all you really needed though were her actions; the quiet protectiveness, even in such a formal place. once the meeting ended, you wouldn't be leaving your spot, held steady by her. she would wait for everyone to leave before speaking, 'that was quite bold,' she spoke quietly, a hint of approval to her tone, 'but you should know others may not be so understanding.' as she spoke, she got closer to your ear, offering your hip a gentle squeeze. arle knew very well how to stake her claim and the last thing she needed was for someone to misunderstand your easy show of affection.

❥ columbina.

like childe, she would have no issues with your gesture, even allowed a soft smile to grace her features. the two of you were known to play your little games and would see this as a simple, easy thing on your part. there would be no words but a soft hum of acknowledgement in the back of her throat. columbina would have no concerns when it came to the others, her attention easily balanced between the meeting and your presence. as she listened, she may let her arms loosely rest around you, head resting on your shoulder. once the meeting ended, she'd just tilt her head to nose gently at your shoulder. 'could you not have waited until after the meeting?' she mused, tone light. she wasn't one to make a big deal of anything, being considerably nonchalant about most things, brushing them off. 'next time, let's save the affection for when we're alone, yes?' she wasn't upset or bothered at all, she enjoyed the question affection, but she preferred keeping gentle, intimate moments to be in the privacy of your rooms.

❥ pantalone.

being the master of maintaining appearances, it came as no surprise that panta would remain composed, his expression calm and pleasant. not many things managed to crack his image, even you and your risky gestures. he continued to participate in the meeting with ease, a hand sliding to settle at your lower back, pulling you closer. 'how reckless of you,' he whispered, the brief show of a smirk evident against the shell of your ear, tone amused. he would enjoy the moment, all while keeping up his perfect little facade. there would be an amused glint to his eyes as he approached you after saying his farewell to the others. 'you realize the kind of attention such actions might draw, don't you?' he questioned, his tone giving no indication of being upset or annoyed with you. 'not that i mind, of course.. it certainly keeps things interesting.' panta was aways aware of appearances and his surroundings, as well as those around him. he would never openly express displeasure with your affection to him, but he'd make sure you understood. 'just be careful, my love.. not everyone will be as forgiving.'

❥ il capitano.

words are not something capitano needs to use often, his imposing presence often speaking for him. even with a mask on, his expression wouldn't change as you silently settled onto his lap - he also knew no one else would make the mistake of saying something to him about it. he wouldn't push you away or show signs of disapproval, he would actually rest a hand on your side, adjusting to accommodate you. he isn't one for grand gestures or openly displaying affection and his hold on you simply sat as a protective claim, however, him allowing you to keep your place during such a time would speak volumes of the trust he shares with you. he would continue as if you'd always been there, his grip on you tightening and loosening upon the subject shifts of the meeting. you didn't bother to move when the meeting ended, knowing he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. once everyone was gone, he spoke, tone low and calm. 'what was all this for?' he asked, though no annoyance or accusation to his words. he was genuinely asking. you knew a head shake wasn't exactly an answer but he accepted it, watching you closely. 'just be mindful of the setting next time,' he commented, this time soft yet firm, letting you knew the actions weren't unwanted but the timing wasn't proper. he was considerably reserved in nature but he appreciated your little moments of affection.

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒06

꒰ —♡ C O R R U P T I O N ﹒ K I N K ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! archon!scara, lyney, dottore, kaeya x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! corruption obvs!!, reader wearing a collar, shibari/bondage, electrostimulation, cunnilingus + fingering, mentions of using aphrodisiac, dottore's clones involved, some name calling, praise + degradation

NOTE ! wow so early!!! (not) i can't tag some people again.... erm... anyway!!! i overused a few words here ngl—also 2 are proofread, 2 aren't. thank u all for your patience i've been so busy with school it's tiring 😭😭

[ chérie - darling, amour - love ]

event taglist— @yukiitaooo @scara6 @kanaedd @ciarchivez @returningluv @im-the-ruler-here @kateybuggi @asimpforpeople @ju1yyyzzz @saturnsapothecary @supercoolusernameomg @uchihaeirin @anon-eu @gojoswife201 @abeitriz @mechanical-lily @breadybuu @dawning-bliss @poisonedmoonl1ght @nothingfuninthislife @eunchaeluvr @cuntz0ne @zomzomb1e @bitchylillyrose @zxdksimpo @kikosaidbye @bleubirdinthesky @rottmntrulesall @angelofdarkness2 @kvronushi @adeptuscharm

—ARCHON!SCARAMOUCHE

corrupting you is a piece of cake for scaramouche; it's his favorite thing to do. an adorable, obedient, little shrine maiden as his personal slut? all for himself at his mercy? sign him up. oh and of course, to make sure you take all that he gives with no resistance whatsoever—he'll make sure to tie you up one way or another. in this case, he decided to take it easy, bounding your wrists together at your back while a collar was around your neck.

"there you go~" he coos in a teasing manner, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he guides you in riding him. "feels good, hm?" all that you could do was nod and moan helplessly in response as you let him take full control over your body, "mmh, now that i'm thinking of it, you've never been fucked properly before, right?" he grins darkly as he sees you nod; it's true, he is your first after all. a whimper slips past your lips when he abruptly pulled out before situating you down onto the soft velvet sheets of the mattress, pushing your legs further down until you were practically folded in half, "this is what you call a mating press, doll~" he chuckles before slamming his cock inside you once again, pulling at the leash attached to your collar roughly, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him. "oh, don't look at me like that, darling. i might just have to fuck you harder~" and as per his words, his hips began to sharply buck against yours as he observed each and every one of your moans, from the quiet ones to the loud ones that ripped through your throat and making your voice crack out of pure pleasure. not even a minute later, you squirt around his cock whilst it was still thrusting in and out of you at a quick and rough pace, "so adorable~" a scream was drawn from you as his fingers went down to your clit to unexpectedly send a short, weak zap of electro as a way to stimulate you further. "oh come on, i know you like that~ you're just a shy little slut waiting for the right man to break you apart, huh? well... luckily for you, your god himself will be the one ruining you real good~"

—LYNEY SNEZHEVICH

hear me out... soft dom lyney teaching you the ways of romance through intense intimacy and pushing your limits. :3 stimulating you with endless, overwhelming pleasure!!

"can you do one more for me, chérie~?" lyney's fingers and mouth have been skillfully dealing with you for a while now; digits thrusting inside you as they hit all the perfect spots so delicately, his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, gently licking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. you let out whimpers as he continued just that, "you've already came for me so many times, hehe~ a reward should be granted, yes?" before you could protest and say anything at all, he stands up from where he was kneeling and pulls you by the thighs towards the edge of the bed, "mmh~ your sweet fluids are all over your thighs now..." he frowns, "...let me fix that and fill you up with my own cum, hmm~?" without another warning, he easily slides his cock inside your warmth, letting out a small moan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. "feels so good, amour~" he teases as his eyes were fixated on your reactions—body shaking as your lips were parted, gasping for air, moaning and whimpering softly as he started a gentle pace that slowly increased in intensity. "oh, that fucked out look on your face looks so innocent... yet so dirty at the same time~"

—IL DOTTORE

oh, the doctor, experimenting once again, like always! now... who's the best test subject for a rather "intimate" one? of course, his innocent lover.

"how do you feel, my pet?" he says and pats your head gently like how he would to a dog. his thrusts within your cunt were slow and deep, deliciously stretching you out with each snap of his hips, "i knew it... your tough demeanor earlier was nothing but a thin shield. you really thought you could resist me?" he lets out a small laugh, mocking you, "you're just a weak girl on the inside, waiting for someone to tear her pride and dignity to shreds~" he chuckles darkly and reaches forward to fondle at your breasts delicately, "i can't wait to slowly break you apart~" suddenly, he snaps his hips forward as the pace of his thrusts increases, along with the force he was putting in it, constantly hitting your g-spot perfectly. "hah~ that aphrodisiac must be kicking in by now, no? you already look so fucked out and i can feel you getting wetter by the second." he says in a teasing manner, spreading your legs further apart with the help of his clones to hold you down as some of them were touching your cheek delicately, your neck, and your breasts. dottore's hand that was fondling you going down to grip on your hips to steady his rough pace, "focus on me, darling. focus on who's fucking you~" all of that was enough to send you over the edge as you cum hard, walls contracting around his cock that was still busy abusing your pussy, using it as roughly as he always wanted to. "i'm gonna turn you into the sluttiest whore ever~"

—KAEYA ALBERICH

oh... this sly, flirty, smooth talking cavalry captain. he always thought your pure and innocent nature was so adorable, it was his favorite trait of yours. he thinks he's so lucky to have that same girl bent over his desk, begging for more of his rough loving.

"whore." kaeya spat out, thrusting hard inside your cunt from behind as his hand firmly grips at your ass, spanking it. "look at you... moaning all for me, begging for my cock. you that addicted already, huh?" you nod, "good." he smirks mischievously as you let out a lewd scream the moment the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot delightfully, again and again, driving you insane and making your body jolt with each buck of his hips. "fuck—you're too good~ come on, beg me some more. beg me to fuck you senseless~" with a rough thrust forward, it hits a deep part of you that had you cum undone for the umpteenth time. "oh?" kaeya sighs softly, "how am i gonna make you beg when all that's slipping out of your pretty lips are lewd moans and mumbles? hmm~?" he say in a teasing way, "fine then, just keep moaning for me, 'kay~?" his fingers find their way to your clit, pleasuring you further by rubbing it in a way that matched the pace of his thrusts; his other hand making its way up to wrap his long fingers around the back of your neck, holding you down, cheek pressed flat against the cold wood of the table. "even without saying a word, i know all you want right now is for me to fuck you~ just be a good girl and take it all, and i'll keep giving you more~"

[hitomisuzuya]

Could I request a smutty dom!scara with a nervous reader I love him too muchh 😭😭🫶

Thank you ❤️❤️

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Taunting. Some Degradation. Writing Dom!Scara is my favorite. Dom!Scara is just..mmm..🤤

Scaramouche's eyes were focused intently on you. Reaching a hand out, he trailed his fingers down your throat, and between your breasts. Letting out a needy sigh of anticipation, he smirked when you starting shaking a little.

"Aww, you are nervous," He purred in a manner that sounded like he was taunting you. He put his hand on your cheek. "Don't be nervous," He cupped your jaw, "Just do as I say, and I'll take good care of you."

You nodded, shivering as a blush dusted your cheeks. He tapped his fingers against your jaw, leaning down so that his lips hovered over yours. "Tell me how much you want me?" He commanded, nearly making you moan out loud.

You took a breath to steady your hammering heart in your chest. "I want you, Scara. I want you so badly," The smug smirk on his face widened when your voice trembled. But it wasn't so much out of nervousness.

It was out of arousal.

Scaramouche laughed softly, sweeping his tongue out to lick your lips. "See how easy that was? Now doesn't it make you feel better to say that?"

Of course, if you ever felt too nervous and told him to stop, he would. Instantly. As much as he wanted to see you cave and fall apart screaming for him in pleasure, if you weren't enjoying yourself, then he wasn't either.

He licked at your lips again. "Spread your legs," His domineering tone sent a shiver up your spine, rocketing right down to your now throbbing clit. Nodding, you did as you were told without hesitation that made his cock harder than already was.

Your submission to him was always intoxicating. Exhilarating.

Groaning with need, Scaramouche licked a line from your lips down to your throat. You breathed out a shaky sigh when you felt him part the lips of your cunt. His fingers felt teasing, barely brushing over your clit just to see you tense up in anticipation of the pleasure his fingers promised. You rolled your hips up into his fingers, earning a rewarding rub on your clit.

"Good girl," He purred, using his thumb to further stimulate your clit. He couldn't get enough of the way you were starting to mewl. "You just grind your cunt into my fingers while I stuff your hole full of them."

You gasped loudly in pleasure, a single finger suddenly parted your walls, hooking up against your sweet spot. Blushing, you looked away shyly as you rocked your hips up.

"You keep those pretty eyes on me," He commanded, turning your head so that you were looking at him. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, withdrawing it to flick your clit occasionally. Your thighs muscles trembled, your hand going to grip the sheets.

"Tell me how many fingers you want, slut," He swirled his finger inside of you, licking his lips when he felt your walls started to flutter to clamp around his finger.

"Two. Two fingers, please," You moaned, writhing on the bed eagerly. His finger was nudging against your sweet spot consistently, making your whole body hum with pleasure.

"Oh? Two fingers? Is that all?" Scaramouche cooed darkly. He abruptly pushed two more fingers inside of you, one more that you had so sweetly pleaded for. You choked out a moan, bucking your hips up.

Scaramouche increased the pace of his fingers, scissoring your walls apart as he hooked his fingers against your sweet spot over, and over, and over again. You couldn't hold back your moans. He enjoyed how utterly desperate and sweet they sounded.

"What a slut. I knew three fingers was what you really wanted," His hand left your jaw, coming down to grope and pinch your nipples. He rolled them to harden between his fingers. The doubled stimulation made you start to drool from the pleasure.

Scaramouche wanted more than anything to show you that you could trust and submit to him. You looked like an absolute vision. "That's my good girl. Fuck your greedy cunt onto my fingers," His fingers were squelching in and out of you, curling your orgasm to build up in your core.

You couldn't find coherent words. The only thing you could do was moaning lewdly in bliss. He could see the words dying on your lips. "Hmm? I can't hear you. Are you trying to tell me you want to cum?" He cooed, stopping all motion of his fingers just to see your eyes flood with desperation.

The way you cried out in protest, grabbing his wrist in an attempt to guide his fingers back inside of you almost made him cum untouched. Gritting his teeth, he grasped your jaw again. "You.." He hissed, did you have any idea how bad he wanted you. His cock was aching to be buried inside of you. "Beg me to cum on my cock."

Something snapped in Scaramouche then. With a loud, husky groan, he roughly thrust his cock inside of you. He bottomed out inside of you all at once. The way your cunt clenched tight on his cock made his whole body shudder with pleasure.

Leaning down, he swallowed your moans with a kiss, dominating your mouth with his tongue. "Beg for me," He sucked on your tongue. "Cry for me," He bit your lips. "Scream for me," He thrusts were greedy, consumed by the pleasure of fucking you.

"Scara! Scara! Please!" You cried out, wrapping your arms around him. Your fingernails scratched along his back, feeling breathless from his intense pace. One hand held your thigh apart so he could watch his cock disappearing in and out of you.

"That's it, dig your fingernails into my skin," He groaned, trembling from how strongly his cock throbbed inside of you.

His fingers were bruising marks of possession that you gladly let him sink into your skin. His tongue swept out to lick the tears of pleasure that blurred and fell from your eyes. "Please? Can I cum, please?!" You pleaded. "Cum inside of me!"

That was all he needed to hear. Scaramouche's thrusts turned more aggressive, driven with the need to feel you cream on his cock. He could feel you were close.

He dropped his head down to your neck, licking at your throat. "Cum for me," He commanded, sinking his teeth into your flesh.

Your back arched off the bed in pleasure, your hand flying up to the back of his head to press his mouth against your neck. He teeth gnashed and grinded against the fold of skin in his mouth, sucking a passionate bruise next to your throat.

It was a command that your body refused to disobey.

His name tore from your throat in a scream before you squirted on his cock, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. "Fuck how are you still so tight?" He hissed, letting out a husky moan as his cum ribboned inside of you.

Scaramouche moaned into your mouth as he kissed you again. "Don't think we are done. I'm never satisfied until I have made you cum screaming again." His hips continued to snap persistently into yours, driving his cock as deep inside of you as it could go.

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Ah, writing this made me feel so much better. Thank you so much for requesting this.

[starzoutlet]

Beyond The Game

6. Heart Broken Girls Bond

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Later

You nervously entered the café, the comforting scent of roasted coffee beans doing little to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Your heart raced as your eyes scanned the room. There she was, sitting by the window with sunlight streaming onto her flawless face. Mona Megistus. She turned her head, catching your gaze.

“Hey! It’s—nice to see you again!” you stammered, sliding into the seat across from her.

“It’s nice to see you again too!” she replied, her voice bright and warm, like the first rays of morning light. “Since we never got to introduce ourselves properly, I’m Mona Megistus!” Her smile lit up the room, radiant as the brightest star.

You couldn’t help but admire her for a moment. She was pretty—very pretty, in that effortlessly captivating way.

“I’m Y/N,” you finally managed, returning her smile.

The waitress arrived with your drinks, setting them down on the small table. You wrapped your hands around the warm coffee cup, taking a cautious sip. Around you, the café hummed with soft conversations, the occasional clink of cups creating an oddly satisfying symphony. It was comforting—almost enough to make you forget how nervous you were.

Mona broke the silence. “So, I’m guessing you dated Kuni too, huh?” she asked casually, sipping her latte as if she hadn’t just dropped a conversational bomb.

You nearly choked on your coffee, sputtering. “Huh? No, no, we never dated!”

She raised an elegant eyebrow. “Really? Then why were you two acting so... weird at the meet-up?”

You sighed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Well...” You hesitated, but Mona’s expectant gaze prompted you to continue. “I had started competing around the same time Scara had made a name for himself. At first, he was my biggest inspiration, but then... he became my biggest rival. Somewhere along the way, I developed this stupid crush on him.”

Her lips quirked upward in an amused smile, but she stayed silent, letting you continue.

“I thought the rivalry was just for the media, you know? But then I overheard him talking about me once. He said I was clingy, annoying, and pathetic. I just... I don’t know what to do anymore.” The words spilled out of you in a rush, as if finally sharing them might lighten the weight in your chest.

Mona listened intently, nodding along. When you finished, you dropped your head onto the table, groaning in frustration.

To your surprise, she giggled.

You lifted your head to glare at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. “It’s just—you sound exactly like me when Kuni and I broke up.”

You froze, the pieces clicking into place. Mona Megistus, rumored to be Scaramouche’s ex-girlfriend. And here you were, pouring your heart out about your crush on her ex.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—” you began, mortified.

But she waved you off, smiling. “It’s fine. That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you. Kunikuzushi isn’t exactly... easy to understand. I thought maybe we could bond over that.” Her gaze softened as she looked out the window.

“Well,” you said, attempting an awkward smile, “we can still be two heartbroken girls. And friends.”

Mona’s smile returned, brighter this time. “Look, Y/N, Scaramouche doesn’t always mean what he says. He’s... complicated. But if you want my advice, make him want you, not the other way around.” She shrugged, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “But of course we can be friends!”

Before you could respond, she stood and paid for both your drinks. Then, grabbing your hand, she pulled you toward the door.

“Where are we going?” you asked, struggling to keep up with her pace.

She stopped abruptly outside and pointed ahead. The annual fair was in full swing, the setting sun casting a warm golden glow over the colorful booths and rides.

“We’re going to have some fun,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You barely had time to process before she was dragging you into the fairgrounds.

The next few hours passed in a blur of laughter and excitement. Mona was a whirlwind of energy, pulling you from booth to booth. You shared cotton candy, the sugary treat melting on your tongue, and challenged each other to win plush toys at the carnival games. Mona won a small, stuffed star, which she immediately handed to you with a triumphant grin.

The rides came next. The two of you screamed your lungs out on the rollercoaster, clung to each other during the haunted house, and laughed until your stomachs hurt on the spinning teacups.

Finally, as the night deepened, you both made your way to the ferris wheel. The line wasn’t long, and soon you were seated in one of the gondolas, slowly ascending above the fairgrounds.

The view was breathtaking. The fair’s bright lights twinkled like a sea of stars below you, and the distant city skyline shimmered against the dark sky.

“Wow,” Mona breathed, leaning forward to take it all in.

“Yeah,” you agreed, unable to take your eyes off the scene.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the gentle sway of the ferris wheel lulling you into a sense of peace. Then Mona turned to you, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight,” she said softly. “I think... I really needed this.”

You smiled at her, warmth spreading through your chest. “Me too. Thanks for taking me out, Mona.”

The ride ended too soon, and the two of you walked out of the fairgrounds together. The cool night air was refreshing after the excitement of the evening.

“Let me know when you’re free again, okay?” Mona said, waving as she started walking in the opposite direction.

“Will do! Bye!” you called after her.

As you made your way home, you pulled out your phone and opened Instagram. Scrolling through the pictures you’d taken throughout the night, you smiled and posted a few of the best ones with a caption: Best night in a while. Thanks, Mona!

For the first time in what felt like forever, the ache in your chest felt just a little lighter.

Scaramouche leaned back in his chair, the glow of his phone casting long shadows in the dim room. His thumb scrolled absentmindedly through Instagram until something caught his attention.

Your latest post.

He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he opened it. There you were, smiling so brightly it almost hurt to look at. The caption read: Had so much fun today at the fair with @Megistus.Mona

His jaw tightened as his thumb swiped through the photos. The first one showed you and Mona laughing over some cotton candy, her arm casually draped over your shoulder. The next was a shot of the two of you mid-scream on a rollercoaster, faces flushed with pure exhilaration. And the last—a picture of you on the ferris wheel, gazing out at the city lights with a soft, serene smile.

That smile made something twist in his chest, and he hated it.

Scaramouche tossed his phone onto the desk with more force than necessary, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Of all people,” he muttered under his breath. “Why Mona?”

It wasn’t a surprise, not really. Mona had a knack for inserting herself into situations where she didn’t belong, always making herself the center of attention. But this? This felt deliberate.

He stood abruptly, pacing the room as his thoughts spiraled. He couldn’t ignore the fact that Mona must have known how he felt about you. It wasn’t like he’d ever said it out loud—he’d never be that stupid—but he wasn’t blind to how obvious he must have been.

The way he always watched you out of the corner of his eye, even when he pretended not to care. The way his words always came out sharper around you, as if he could push you away before you got too close. It was his defense, his armor.

He’d never let himself be soft around you. He couldn’t. Being kind, letting his guard down—it would only leave him vulnerable. And vulnerability was something Scaramouche refused to allow, not even for you.

Especially not for you.

He scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. You probably thought he hated you. Maybe you even hated him back, and why wouldn’t you? He went out of his way to be rude, to keep you at arm’s length. It was easier that way, safer.

But now, seeing you with Mona—the warmth in your smile, the way you seemed so at ease—it struck a nerve he didn’t even know he had.

You looked happy without him. Too happy.

Scaramouche stopped pacing, his gaze flicking back to the phone on his desk. The screen had gone dark, but the images from your post were burned into his mind. Mona’s arm around you, the two of you laughing together.

It was infuriating.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as jealousy and frustration swirled in his chest. He hated Mona for doing this, for knowing exactly how to get under his skin. But more than that, he hated himself—for caring so much.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, the word cutting and self-directed.

But even as he said it, the familiar spark of defiance flared within him. Scaramouche wasn’t the type to sit back and let things play out. If Mona thought she could swoop in and take what wasn’t hers, she had another thing coming.

He picked up his phone again, his thumb hovering over your post. He stared at your smile, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“You think you’re so clever, Mona,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and venomous. “But two can play this game.”

And as for you? He wasn’t about to let you forget him. No matter how much you smiled at Mona, no matter how happy you seemed without him, Scaramouche wasn’t going to let himself fade into the background.

He smirked to himself, cold and calculating. If he couldn’t let himself be kind to you, he’d make sure you couldn’t ignore him, either.

Letting out a low chuckle, he leaned back in his chair, the spark of a plan already forming in his mind. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do, but one thing was certain: He wouldn’t let Mona hurt you like she hurt him.

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christmas with scaramouche. gn!reader | fluff. short drabble.

notes: fluff, very brief mention of angst in the beginning, mistletoe shenanigans, scara kinda compared to the grinch lol, small kiss (kinda on brand for this blog), not proofread

a/v: happy holidays everyone & merry xmas / eve to those who celebrate :) wrote this with straight indulgence & all vibes.

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Scaramouche doesn't really celebrate Christmas.

Not for the lack of liking the holiday, but rather, his family never bothered with the tradition and the people who once did celebrate were long and far gone now.

So, soon he later found disinterest in most holidays. Christmas included. The flashing neon lights, the obnoxious 3 songs they play during the season, and sickly sweet gingerbread cookies that serve, all left the prickly sensation in his chest.

That was until he met you.

You, who wanted to celebrate with him and enthusiastically so, or in your words, it was special because it marked the first time you both first celebrate Christmas together.

You, who somehow convinced him not completely hate the idea and to get into the spirit via. sweaters, hats, and….non-sugared sugar cookies. Whatever that meant.

“This hat is not bad.” He presses down the hat to fit snugly on his head.

You waved him off with a laugh. “Of course, of course. It is all yours.”

You, who took the time to decorate the apartment with the assortment of tinsels, stockings, and candles. Nothing too fancy but enough to easy to clean. Something that didn’t make him feel overwhelmed.

You, who is also currently trying to convince him to get under the mistletoe.

"That is not a mistletoe." He stared at the poor misshapen mistletoe that you diy-ed yourself. “I’m not sure what that is actually.”

“It is a mistletoe if you believe it is.” You added one more duck tape to your ‘science project’ and settled down with a firm nod. “Now watch…” You leaned against the wall. “Come here.”

His eyes stray from you to the mistletoe and almost resist the urge to laugh despite himself. Ridiculous.

“Sure.” He says, like a liar. Instead, he stepped away to gather the cookies from the box beside him: one shaped like you and the other shaped like him.

“You are worse than the man who stole Christmas.”

He took one glance at his grinch sweater (courtesy of you who wanted to match with the ugly sweaters tradition) and nodded with a snicker. “You’re right. I’m definitely better than him.”

Stepping towards you, he lifted up the two ornaments figures near the mistletoe. Then smushed their faces together. Kiss. “See, now I made them kiss.” His smile only grew once he spot the look of bewilderment on your face down to your gaping mouth. “Hm? What’s wrong?”

“That was….actually really cute.”

“Hah, told you, I’m better than the grinch.”

…

“I take that back.”

He shook his head. Can’t believe there would be a day where he would find himself actually enjoying Christmas.

Case in point: When he looked back to you, you were only step away from him, slowly closing the distance between you both. One hand closing around his, clenching the lookalike figures.

“Merry Christmas you Grinch.” And there, you rightfully took the kiss from beneath the mistletoe, breathing in the winter joy and chuckling against his lips. “Now, come on, let’s go eat these cookies.”

Scaramouche couldn’t help but laugh despite himself. “Merry Christmas to you too.”

Scaramouche doesn't really celebrate Christmas. But luckily, he finds that he wouldn’t mind spending it with you.

[ventismacchiato]

pls pLLEASE hcs for yn and childes friendship therre so SILLY. /nf🥺

omg ok wait lemme see!!

you and childe have a shared stardew valley farm i feel like childe would be such a gamer and try to recruit everyone in windblume and delusion into playing smth with him, and on the off chance you mention wanting to start stardew he instantly buys it and sets up cus he just wants to hang out. and maybe you mention ur stressed so he buys it for u xx

i can also see him being the type the be down for anything. like maybe it’s snowing outside and ur the only one who agrees to go sledding with him after practice cus maybe he hasn’t played in the snow in a while (i think snezhnaya is cold? i forgot help)

also yk how he’s canonically good with kids and has younger siblings and even tho he’s the youngest i do think he’d give older brother energy when need be. like maybe before you guys rlly become friends he sees you struggling in the kitchens (cus this yn can’t cook sorry) and takes over for you and shows you how to make easy meals like meow

omg you and childe having a shared trading pc account if you guys know what that is, basically an insta account where u trade idol photocards with other fans. i can imagine you guys have a fake persona so fans don’t realize it’s you. also if u guys rmbr childe probably knew you were buying pcs from scaras account but he didn’t say anything HELP

gives you piggyback rides if you’re sore after practice (does this to scara too, only when he’s too tired to refuse)

i feel like during reality show episodes (example to do with txt and bts run) you guys are always such good teammates and have the most fun cus he lets out his inner child. you know that one episode of bts run where they have to do an obstacle course on water? i feel like you’d get real into it and everyone else is just staring at you both in scared shock. (on the other note i think you and scara wud shove eo off on this)

rmbr i mentioned yoimiya and scara were paired up for an event and whatnot so i’m thinking if you and childe were paired up you’d both take a break at a restaurant and imagine the waitress gets your drink order wrong so he swaps it with you. i also think you both wud get SO competitive.

yk how there’s those bts compilations of them betraying eo in bts run i feel like if childe or you did that to eo he’d get so overdramatic about it, clutching his chest type of dramatic “i thought we were bros for life yn 😔”

if you ever want pics for insta he’ll get down on the floor to get the best angle he a real one.

will do ANY tiktok challenge. he’s so chronically online and will do any cover or meme and i feel like you’d do a lot with him

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Hii im new here! Found your blog by chance and I love how you write! Would you be able to write wanderer x jealous!reader on valentines day? Lets say Wanderer has got a lot of admirers from the akademiya and reader is just silently furious abt it but doesnt say anything. When Wanderer finds out he fucks them nicely and praise them/ reassures them <333

Apparently I struggle to do angry jealousy, I just make it sad... but it's light this time! And soft.

Also it feels so weird writing Wanderer as a name??

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Valentine's with Wanderer

Character: Top!Wanderer/Scaramouche

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: Classic Scara misunderstandings, praise/reassurance, fingering, soft sex, slight angst(?) it's more hinted I guess

Plot: A little // Word count: 1.9k

Valentine's Day: a day of love, gifts, and showing appreciation for your partner.

Usually, everyone tries to take the day off, freeing up their schedule so that they can focus entirely on the occasion, however it may be that they want to spend it. Which is why you were quite surprised to find yourself alone in bed when you woke up in the morning.

Now, that's not when you started feeling doubt. After all, maybe Wanderer, your boyfriend of the past few months, was in the kitchen. Breakfast in bed is a traditional start to Valentine's Day, and an easy way to get in anyone's good books. But, when you heard nothing after a few minutes of waiting, – no clanking of cutlery or slamming of cabinets – you just had to go see where he was.

Unluckily for you, all you could find was a little note, hastily sprawled and left waiting on the counter:

"I'll be gone for a while, don't wait up for me. I left you some breakfast in the cupboard, it might need heating up if you stay in bed too long, but that's not my fault...

–Happy Valentine's Day."

As usual, his handwriting is kind of hard to read; quick and messy. But, at least he did technically make you breakfast, even if he also alluded to you being lazy.

However, what most takes your attention, is the blotch of ink that splattered right at the end of "fault". It was as if he were hesitating to let go, to pick up the pen and leave it at that.

Which is why you felt oddly warm at the fact that the last part was perfectly legible and obviously had been written slower than the rest.

Even though you know Wanderer isn't particularly fond of outright expressing his feelings, you thought that surely, today of all days, he could push aside his own pride for you. Even just a little. Maybe that was too high of an expectation. His ambitions never let him take a break, so why would he take one for a made-up holiday?

Well... at least he's aware enough of your excitement for the day to acknowledge it first thing in the morning, even if he wasn't there to actually say it.

But, you knew that with Wanderer, everything would be awkward and touchy the first time around. You had to move slowly. Baby steps, you remind yourself, as you head back to your shared room to start getting ready.

It's only the start of the day.

...

You wish it weren't Valentine's Day.

Every street was lined with couples, each and every one of them holding hands, carrying flowers... things that you should be doing with your boyfriend right now.

And it didn't help that you felt like everyone was judging you for being alone, especially when most of them likely knew who you were dating. It's not like you hadn't seen them staring before now.

You couldn't blame them, really. Wanderer had shown up in Sumeru suddenly and didn't feel especially inclined to explain himself, so of course people would be curious. You just didn't like the way that their eyes would... linger after him. Even when you were there! And on the rare day that Wanderer was comfortable enough to let you hold onto him in public, the admiring stares turned to full-blown jealousy.

Now, what was wrong with that? Shouldn't that be an ego boost for you? You'd thought so too, at first. But then you realised that just meant they'd want to try and steal him from you.

You thought you could put up with it at first. After all, you knew that Wanderer wouldn't stand for anyone else touching him or getting in his way other than you. You trusted him just fine. You didn't trust the average Akademiya goer, though. They all seemed to think they were entitled to have whatever – or whoever – they wanted, just because they'd gotten into the prestigious school at all.

You'd tried to bring up your concerns to Wanderer about the whispers going around and the jealous looks you'd get when walking through the streets or halls of the Akademiya. Almost instantaneously, he shut down your complaints, finding the words so easily that it almost felt as though he hadn't even tried.

"Tch... they're annoying and only want to waste our time. Just ignore them like I do."

That response was actually exactly what you'd expected to hear, and while you were grateful for his straightforward answer, you'd wanted a more... passionate outcome. Something to show he cared.

That definitely isn't what you got, considering he didn't even look at you when he said it.

After that, you didn't want to bring up the same problem again. Especially not on Valentines Day, even though he'll probably come home having been confessed to over twenty times in the past hour alone. Okay, maybe you were over-exaggerating a little, but it really didn't feel like it to you. Plus, it's the day of love! You're allowed a little leeway for feeling paranoid, right?

Maybe this evening will be better, when Wanderer finally comes come.

...

As you walk through the door, you're instantly met with a faint smell that you recognised to be the lavender lemongrass scented candles that you kept around the house. Of course, this clued you in to the fact that Wanderer must already be home. But what solidified this, was that when you walked through the doorway, there he was, waiting for you standing next to a vase of beautifully arranged flowers. It was mainly made up of your favourite flower, along with some of the famous Valentine's flowers as well, such as roses, carnations, and even some daisies.

Most likely, it was thought up by the florist that he went to. But at least he knew your favourite flower, as well as followed the tradition of buying them for you at all.

Often times, it was unusual for him to initiate physical touch with you; even though he was comfortable with you, he still just wasn't used to it yet. Tonight, however, he seemed to have no trouble in walking right up to you, taking your hand to guide you into the living room, where you could both just relax in each other's company. The calming lavender lemongrass candles eased your mood quite well, and you were happy that your Wanderer had really tried for Valentine's day.

...

You had a lovely evening with your boyfriend, cuddling on the couch as you spoke in hushed voices about anything and everything (even if he was slightly apprehensive to start), the lovely atmosphere of romantic music quietly flooding through from the street.

And even though it had felt perfect, as you get ready to retire for the night, the candles having gone out a while ago, you can't help but feel the uncertainty from before start to overtake your thoughts again.

Resigning yourself to forget about it, you get into your side of the bed, your Wanderer already having been waiting for you to return. But he can tell that something in your mood has changed almost as soon as he lays his eyes on you again.

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing."

He leans forward, showing his engagement. "Bullshit. If you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do to help you get over it."

"I just... those people from the Akademiya... they're still bothering me." You look down at your hands.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second, "I've told you to just ignore them. There's nothing I can do to control how people think of you, or me, or us."

"I can't just ignore them!" You whine, "They're always looking at us when we're together... it's making me worried..."

At that, he looks over at you, his eyes scrunching as he thinks your words over. "Worried about what?"

Not sure how to say it, you move yourself to lay against him. Your back is pressed to his chest now, and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck helps to soothe your thoughts just enough for you to find the words:

"...I don't want them to take you from me..."

Now, it's Wanderer's turn to be silent. Now, he realises the mistake he'd made in telling you to just ignore those insignificant people; by ignoring the problem himself, he'd made you focus on it more. Of course you'd be feeling worried about this, he'd shut it down the first time you'd tried bringing it up.

You didn't need to just forget about it. You needed to work through it so that you could forget about it.

After almost a minute of tense silence, you're surprised when you feel his lips press gently to the back of your neck, accompanied moments later by his arm curling around you, pulling you ever closer against him. His hand rests over the place where your heart rests, while the other intertwines your fingers with his against your stomach, as if caging in the butterflies that start to flutter.

"Allow me to try again..." He presses a kiss to your ear before speaking again, "you don't need to think about them, or what I think about them." The hand on your heart shifts to cup your chest, your breath wavering when his hand brushes over your hardening nipples. "Because I'll never want anyone but you."

Then, the night is almost a blur.

Wanderer sneakily pulls a bottle of rose scented lube from under the pillow, liberally gathering some as he starts to stretch you out on his fingers. The scent slowly fills the room, intoxicating you on the heady fragrance, allowing it to pull you deeper into the moment.

He steadily pushes his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you, never slowing until after you've cum around his lubed up digits. Your hand finds purchase with the one on your chest, tightening your grip around him as you come down from the residual high.

He's whispering short encouragements to you while you collect your breath, the moans you'd been letting out dying on your tongue. Wanderer slowly lifts your leg, allowing him to guide his hard cock to finally, finally press against your hole, not making you wait to feel him as the slowly pushes in.

You don't need to adjust much, the lube and his attentive fingers having done the work well enough that only the comforting sensation of being full registers in your core. He starts thrusting when you signal that you're ready, his pace is easy and the power behind his hips is controlled enough to pull a soft moan from you with each stroke. It's different from what you're used to, but it's good. So good. And what makes it better is the hushed and stuttered, "I love you," and, "You're the only one that matters," that gets breathed into your shoulder as you both approach your shared climax.

The next morning, you wake up to find your Wanderer exactly where he ended last night; right next to you in your bed. You close your eyes contentedly, knowing you'll never have to worry about him being taken from you.

He's your Wanderer.

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Long Ways Away

I've haven't been posting a lot. But I have a Ao3 account! And I've been cross-posting some of my fics on here to there. But I made a Scaramouche fic on my Ao3 account and I wanted to post it here! Enjoy!!!

Paring - Top! Scaramouche x Fem Reader

Warnings - Cream pie, Vagina fingering, Chocking.

Genre - Smut!

The sixth harbinger was know as a very cold, and arrogant man. Some of his underlings would even describe him as egotistical, self-serving, and inconsiderate. Of course they'll never tell him that to his face ever.

But away from his office and his title as sixth harbinger. His name is just Scaramouche your very hot headed boyfriend.

It was finally the day you came home from fontaine. It was a two week traveling period while the other week was dedicated to the quest. You've always enjoyed helping others out who needed it but this month took a toll on your body. While you were away stress began to speep into your muscles. All you wanted to go was go home and cuddle up to your boyfriend.

You smiled as you opened the door to your house. The familiarity of the interior of the house caused your shoulders drop. The relaxing scent of lavender and pine filled your nostrils quickly. You had to hand it to Scaramouche he kept the house neat and tidy while you where gone. Setting your bag down and placing your shoes on the rack; you finally walked into the living room.

"Scaramouche?"

Your voice echoed through the home. Without a answer your feet led you into the kitchen to find no-one there. You shrugged and grabbed a apple off the counter and took a bite. When your teeth sunk into the apple you felt hands wrap around your waist causing you to jump.

"I'm surprised you're still alive."

A smile appeared on your face as you turned around and looked at him. Naturally your arms wrapped around him. The embrace lasted two minutes before he pulled away and looked at your face in annoyance.

"Did you climb out of a coffin? You look horrible."

He brought his and up and flicked you swiftly on the forehead with a glare.

"I'm so glad you missed me, Scara."

"Don't mistake my observation for affection."

"Just say you've missed me."

With that sentence he shut his mouth and locked eyes with you. Irritated being called out he sighed in defeat.

"I've missed you."

A satisfying feeling washed over your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him the apple you were eating obviously long forgotten. Getting the hint Scaramouche grabbed your waist and chased after your lips. The kiss was desperate. So much desire was put into the kiss your knees started to feel weak. He disconnected the kiss but he didn't go very far his lips hovering over yours. You could feel his hot breath hit your lips as he spoke.

"Bedroom."

It was one simple word but man it made you feel as if you had to obey. Lips connecting for the second time while navigating to the your shared bedroom was supposed to be a easy task or so you thought. Bumping into wall while trying to take of Scaramouche shirt was difficult. His hands ran and explored your body. You forgot how much you missed the feeling of his hands run down your waist. feeling every part of your body; groping your ass while his tongue explored your mouth.

Finally making it to the bed room Scaramouche turned and pushed you backwards knees hitting the bed frame making you fall and land on the bed. He finally got onto the bed crawling over you. Getting comfortable in his position, his hands ran up and down your sides as he stared sucking and kissing your neck. "You've missed me haven't you?"

He spoke in a demanding tone. His teeth sunk into your neck leaving bruises and bite marks. A moan escaped your lips head nodding vigorously. A sadist laugh left him as he brought his hand up to squeeze your breast.

"I've bet you've been touching yourself, Yeah?"

Its true you've missed him since you've been in Fontaine and yes. You might had touched yourself but couldn't completely get off. Not without him you needed his fingers they had always hit the right places yours just couldn't. Leaving you sexually frustrated with yourself. Leaving you wonder if you should had invested in a vibrator. But of course Scaramouche would tease you to no wits end and most likely use it as some sort of punishment. Then blame you for buying it so of course you wouldn't buy one. So you couldn't let him know you've been touching yourself. Not a chance in hell.

"N-No I've been good."

You sucked in a breath as his hand slid down to the waist band of your panties. His hand playing with the material. He knew you wanted something to fill you up. But quite like every time you lied; he knew. The universe was really against you, wasn't it? His tongue clicked when he looked down at you.

"So my little whore is going to lie to me. Haven't I trained you better?"

You nodded remember all the times he's punished you for your disobedience. Quickly you felt the slick in between your legs worsening. He could see your panties get worse with arousal. A soft whine escaped your lips as he smiled down at you. His fingers lifted the waist band of your panties up and let the material snap back down hitting your skin. Your hips jumped up as your eyes locked into his.

"Answer the question."

His voice was sadistic and raspy. A gasped escape your lips as he placed his hand over your throat and lightly squeezed. "Yes, Yes... I touched myself Scara please.." You whined.

He really was unbearable when he pressed his covered cock against your clothed pussy and started grinding. The shock of pleasure ran through your body. Throwing your head back and groaning. But that wasn't enough you needed more. Lifting your hips to get more friction only to be held down on the mattress by Scaramouche.

"Please... Please."

Waiting was unbearable as tears pricked in your eyes.

"Please what? I don't know what you're asking for. Use your words."

Another whine louder this time escape your throat as you looked up at him.

"Touch me."

He laughed amused ripping off your underwear and finally giving you what you really need. He entered a digit into your tight cunt. Back arching off the bed hands grabbing onto the sheets underneath you for purchase. It was like you haven't been fuck in two years. "H-Huh uh.. Just like that.." Letting out a breathy sentence.

"Oh fucks sakes, You're so tight."

He added another finger curling them to hit all the right spots. It was like he knew every single one of your sensitive parts by heart. His fingers constantly moving in and out of your pussy at a steady rate. Finally taking his fingers out and spitting onto them. Already knowing what he was doing you opened your mouth as he stuck his fingers inside. With his other hand he pulled off his pants and underwear and plunged inside you without warning.

A muffled scream came from your mouth. Scaramouche three fingers still very much inside your mouth as your tongue swirled around them. He didn't take a minute for you to adjust he slammed into you like a damn train and kept going. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head already and he had just stared. His hips snapped harshly against yours.

"This is what you wanted, yeah? Fucking whore."

Your brain was failing you. Sentences wouldn't come out coherently. His breath hit your ear when he leaned down. Hearing his grunts and groans was music to your ears. Clamping down on his cock you felt him twitch.

"Just like that, I'm gonna cum."

Nodding your head and grabbed onto his biceps.

"Please, please... Mhf- Holy Archo-..ns"

The heat that pooled into your stomach was ready to release. As soon as you cam He did as well. He didn't even stop. His hand wrapped around your throat once more and squeezed. His cum getting stuffed back inside you while getting mixed in with yours. His thrust where mind numbing. Your pussy clenched even harder as you were getting sensitive. Hitting his shoulder to indicate that.

"Scaramouche! Can't- No more."

"Give me one more. I know you can do it."

He brought his lips to yours as he kissed you once more. You felt your second orgasm hit like a wave. Without muttering anything you came again. His thrust where turning sloppy and uneven trying to chase his own oragasm. A few minutes after yours his hit finally ending your suffering.

He dropped down next to you and started to catch his breath while you did the same.

"Are you okay?"

"Never been better..."

You breathed trying to catch your breath. He smiled at your response and grabbed your waist to bring you closer to him. Covering the both of you with a blanket while your head rested on his chest. Slowly His fingers started drawing circles on your bare back. Scaramouche leaned in once he saw your eyes closed and whispered.

"I missed you." He spoke softly as he kissed your forehead.

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cry — scara x gn! reader

"maybe i'd change for you someday, but i can't help the way i feel." — cigarettes after sex

reader is oblivious, friend zoning, mentions of making out/sex (hickeys, scratches, 'his first'), angst with its own version of comfort, no feelings revealed, one-sided pining

part two of dance with me

you woke up in the morning with a huge headache.

the bed was cold and you felt as if someone else was in there with you. it unnerved you. the pillows were messed with, the blanket was fully laid on you, and the sheets were dirty. what happened last night?

the throb in your head interrupted your thoughts and it forced you to get out of bed and take painkillers. placing your feet on the cold wooden tiles and stepping away from your bed half naked, you groggily walked to the kicthen.

the hallway smelled like beer and tequila, maybe that's what you drank that made you so fucked up.

the kitchen was the small as you left it the night before. you knew yourself best and prepared a soft hangover soup. it was cold, of course and you heated it up on the stove before rummaging through drawers for ibuprofen. they were under a packet of batteries and a broken screen protector you promised to use one day.

chugging a glass of water and some pills, you set yourself a bowl. it definitely helped your aching head and nauseousness.

the living room couch was still messy, suppose that's what you get for letting some friends crash at your house. your pair of keys and a unknown wallet were on your coffee table. you tilt your head.

you eyed it as you ate, trying to figure out why it looked so familiar.

you sat up from your chair and walked towards it. it was made of leather, with a cute keychain hanging out of it. it looked like something you'd buy and match, maybe for scaramouche.

...

oh.

scaramouche was at your house. you wonder, did he take you home? did he make sure you didn't do anything stupid at the party? your head hurt thinking about it, you couldn't remember anything past a few beers. that's what you get for being a light drinker.

you open his wallet carefully and watched as small ripped pieces of notebook paper slip out. some of them were written in neat and tidy handwriting while others were in curvise. you shouldn't invade his privacy, especially after he took you back home.

you couldn't resist though. could someone blame you? picking up some pieces from the floor, you noticed a pattern in handwriting. the easy-to-read ones mentioned a romantic interest while the hard-to-read ones had poems on them. they were cute, you suppose. nothing too explicit.

you put them back in his wallet and set the leather back on the table. you'll give it to him when during your visit to his apartment.

taking some soup with you (in case your bestfriend drank too) and wallet, you got in your car and checked the rearview mirror. you had dark marks on your neck and collarbone. you suddenly felt your back hurt, it felt like someone had been clawing on your skin for hours.

what happened to you? you can't put your finger around it. i mean, it's not like scaramouche would let a random stranger do things with you, right? he took you home so he'd know what happen, right? he wasn't drunk so if you did try something, he'd stop you, right..?

you only looked away from the mirror with a frown and glared at the road in front of you.

scaramouche was surprised when he heard a knock on his door. still thinking incoherently, he opened the door. it could've been the doordash he ordered—you never know, but instead it was you.

you had no shame, do you?

you smiled at him and he felt what he felt last night again. no. he was getting ride of whatever feelings he felt for you. he refused to sense any sort of positive thing for you after last night.

"thanks for taking me home, scara." are you serious? did you really think that he took you home or was this a sick prank? scaramouche just glares at you with an unfaltering frown.

"yeah, it.. wasn't a problem." he turns his head. you take that time to look at him, his small features like his eyelashes and small eyebags, his lip piercing that felt familiar for some strange reason, and the big marks on his neck.

you were stupid enough to point them out. "i woke up with those too!"

scaramouche looks back at you with wide eyes and a pink tint on his cheeks. his mouth opened to explain but no sound came out.

"don't worry about them, they go away." he averts his gaze and walks back into his apartment. you follow him in, still curious. you tilt your head, "what are they?"

he freezes in his tracks. you pause when he does and try to see his face from behind. "..scaramouche?"

he gets out of his small trance. he doesn't look at you, only walking further into his abode. he scratches his head. "just some marks from yesterday at the party."

you shouldn't press any further, you think. you let out a sigh and sit down politely on his couch. you set down the soup you brought and looked in your pocket for his wallet. "you left your wallet at my house."

he quickly looks back at you. yep. that was his wallet, the small keychain hanging from it was his, the black leather tied to it was his, and the small paper that slipped onto his floor when you showed him it was his. he takes it from you, harshly, like he was suddenly angry with you.

"did you look through it?" he randomly asks. you stare back at him. telling him the truth would definitely reduce the trust he has in you but he knows when you lie. you hope he excuses it for a hangover. "no, why would i?" your raised eyebrow slightly calms scaramouche down and he shoves his wallet into his pocket where it belongs.

"...good." he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. he looked stressed and bothered by something. was it last night?

"can i ask you something?"

"what?"

you mess around with your fingers. "what... what happened yesterday? at the party, i don't remember anything past a few drinks." he looks down at you. he wasn't mad, or sad, or anything. that's what he wanted, right? for his first kiss to forget, for his first to be forgotten.

he hesitates. he didn't want to lie to you but he couldn't have you knowing more than what he thought you needed to. "you asked me to dance." he crosses his arms and looks away from you.

"did we?"

"yeah.. we did."

you look up at him, smiling and he cursed himself for falling in love with you. you were stupid. he was stupid. love is stupid. everything was stupid. you did stupid things and he encourage those stupid things. maybe you were the problem, or maybe he was. he already knew the answer but didn't dare to think it or say it out loud.

"was i a good dancer?" scaramouche snorts, actually looking at you with a grin. "you were horrible." he teases. you could tell it wasn't true and he could tell you knew.

you laugh and he can't help but wish he told you. told you that he loves you, properly this time. told you that he kissed you—you kissed him. told you how your tongues melted with each other's. told you how good you made him feel. told you how long he's waited to have you in his arms or him in yours.

but he can't.

"... you're a good friend." he says. his eyes falter and he puts his hands in his pockets. you grin.

"you think so?"

he nods slowly. "the best."

[angelbvnny]

Things that make them melt

Gn!Reader, slightly suggestive but still sfw

Tartaglia, Kaveh, Wanderer, Gorou, Hu Tao

✿Tartaglia✿

Touch his back and he'll unravel. Whether it's lightly brushing your fingers up and down his spine or massaging out the tenseness, he loves it. It especially works when he isn't expecting it. You will be at lunch with friends or just sitting on the couch and as soon as touch him you can feel him relax and lean into your hand.

If you ever need something or simply want his undivided attention, just line the curves of his shoulder blades with your finger tip and he's all yours :)

When he's had a tiring day at work, your favorite thing to do to help relieve his stress is to lay him on his stomach and get on top of him to rub his sore aching muscles. A little groan can be heard from beneath you as you do it.

✿Kaveh✿

He adores when you praise him. He's quite hard on himself, never giving himself credit for his accomplishments. And having Al Haitham as a roommate doesn't help. So if you compliment him telling him how good he did, he will melt right then and there.

You especially like overloading him with praise because he just can't handle it! One endearing statement after the next, each time getting closer and closer to you until he's clinging onto you, brain absolutely fried. You of course hug him back, quite satisfied with yourself.

It's the best when you do it out of nowhere! He gets so flustered, his face heating up, and he's stuttering over his own words. It's the cutest thing to catch your boyfriend off guard by simply telling him how handsome he is <3

✿Wanderer✿

If you run your hands through his hair, Scara will become puddy in your hands. He will be sitting next to you, complaining about anything and everything, when you reach over cup the back of his head in your hand. He doesn't say anything, and you continue on listening to him, giving little replies here and there, playing with his hair, brushing the strands through your fingers.

He slowly gets quieter and quieter, sentences getting shorter and pauses becoming more frequent, until he is completely silent. Simply basking in the feeling of your hand gently combing through his hair. Whether he was conscious of it or not, he slowly gets closer to you until he is pressed up against you. Eyes closed and breathing soft.

You 100% take advantage of this and anytime he gets too cocky or rude you know exactly what to do. You slip your hand into his locks and that loud mouth of his shuts up.

✿Gorou✿

If you brush Gorou's tail he goes into a Daze. It's hard to brush his own tail! And it just doesn't feel as good when he does it. But when you do it, it's pure bliss. You're the only person allowed to do it though, not in a million years would he allow anyone else to even touch his tail!

Being the general of the Watatsumi Army is no easy task. So he's exhausted after work pretty much every day. It's become a routine that when he gets home from work, he'll lay on your lap as you gently brush through his fur. Often times he'll even doze off, lightly snoring.

Something you quite enjoy and he hates is when you do it in public. You're very subtle with it, just gently using your fingers to stroke through his tail. He turns beet red and pulls it away, but you still notice the way it slightly wags.

✿Hu Tao✿

Hu Tao can be a trouble to deal with and people generally don't know how to stop her, except for you. You know her secret, that she absolutely loves when you hold her waist. She feels so secure when your hands are holding onto her sides, or arms wrapped around her.

She especially loves it when y'all are kissing. When you are making out, grab her waist to pull her closer, and she will ease into your hold no problem.

You also find it extremely cute when she goes silent the moment your hands crawl onto her. A light "mmm" escaping her before her head turns towards you, looking at you with tender eyes. You can't help but internally scream every time you get this reaction out of her.

[dead-boys-club]

†  do you love me? : the fatui.

❥ scenario: their mute s/o asking if they love them. ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested. [ my pending isn't updated, it's a liar. ]

you had thought over it for a while, curious as to where you actually stood with your lover, no.. partner? did they love you? as your curiosity grew to a sickening need for an answer, you decided to write your question down, small and neat; 'do you love me?' before approaching to hand the paper off.

❥ la signora.

as she took the paper from you, you'd be unable to read her expression, something that was awfully common. you couldn't help but become slightly anxious as a few moments of silence went by, giving her the time to process the question. you had learned that signora was a very complex someone, someone who was guarded and difficult to read, but you had grown to understand those things about her. when she finally looked to you, there was a warmth in her gave and she set the paper down, now folded in half. she wouldn't have much to say, a simple 'yes' being whispered, full of sincerity and adoration for you, even if her expression didn't match. she reached out to cup your cheeks, the touch tender with her gloved hands, and she leaned to press a kiss to your forehead. it wasn't easy for her to express how she felt but she would never allow you to live with doubts on how she felt for you.

❥ scaramouche.

unlike signora, scara's response would be heavily complicated. he would be reluctant to take the paper to begin with, his expression immediately showing discomfort and clear distaste. love had never been something that worked out for him very well, nor did he understand it as much as others - love was one of the reasons his life had been filled with betrayal and manipulation. he was wary of emotions to begin with but love held a different kind of weight - it was almost like the word alone left a bitter taste at the back of his throat. he would quickly narrow his sharp eyes, masking the vulnerability with agitation. 'what kind of stupid question is this?' it would have hurt you had their been any malice to his tone. even as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it away, you could see some type of softness slipping through the cracks. it would take time but after a few minutes, he'd glance to you, gaze softening slightly. 'i don't know,' he admitted, voice quiet as he decided to be honest, 'i don't know if that's something i'm capable of but.. i don't hate you, if that's what you're worried about.' for scara, that was the closest thing to a confession you'd be getting and you understood and accepted that. besides.. he was a lot better with his actions than his words, even if he didn't realize.

❥ childe.

childe is always happy to accept your notes, be it during full conversations, asking him about missions, and so forth. with that happy expectation, he took the paper, only to falter briefly before a warm smile formed. 'of course i do,' he answered without hesitation. he'd wave the little piece of paper between two fingers before setting it down, 'this is a silly question.' he wasn't being demeaning, just pointing out what he thought - hoped - was obvious to you. his arms would find their way around you, hugging you close to lift you off your feet with a soft chuckle. 'why would you even feel the need to ask that?' childe had always done everything in his power to make sure his love was open and honest, being hidden from no one because he never wanted you to doubt him. he would actually wonder if he'd done something wrong that lead you to asking but it would be put on the back burner for later. 'you're one of the most important people in my life,' he whispered as he set you down, pressing a kiss right below your ear, 'and, i'll always love you.'

❥ dottore.

you knew such a question could leave you with an aching heart but you'd prepared yourself before hand, knowing the day you agreed to be the doctor's lover, it may not be in such a manner. as he took the paper from you, he read over it with an impassive expression, which you'd expected nothing less. minutes passed as he worked through your question. love was not something dottore considered valuable - emotions, in general, were considered a hindrance to him. love, most of all, was the worst there was. the paper was set down without an answer as he returned to his work, leaving you lost and hurt, despite knowing this would be the outcome. you began to turn on your heel to leave when he glanced to you. 'love is a trivial thing,' he said coldly, almost bitter. 'it's a distraction and a weakness.' you stopped yourself from frowning. contrasting his words, as you looked closely at him, you found something - a hint of conflict that told you there was more he wasn't willing to acknowledge. dottore never was one to answer things directly but his actions - his way of keeping you close, keeping you safe and granting you attention in ways no one else was allowed - that was enough, you decided.

❥ arlecchino.

she would take the paper from you and take no time in reading it, her expression calm. she isn't brought to emotional response easily - you were sure you'd never seen her flustered. she set the paper down with a thoughtful hum before looking at you, her gaze gentle. 'love isn't something i give easily or take lightly,' she answered, steady and serious, 'but if i didn't care for you deeply, you would not be here.' in another of situation or context, you'd have taken the words as a threat but instead, they calmed any frayed nerves. arle's way of showing how she feels is protective and pragmatic, something that doesn't rely on cheap words. she wouldn't give flowery words or pointless gestures - but she would make sure you felt valued in your relationship. 'yes, i do.' she finally admitted, her tone leaving no room for doubt, even as she turned away from you. 'you are mine, and i protect what's mine.'

❥ columbina.

immediately going off of your facial expression, she knew she didn't need to read the paper to know the type of question you had, a gentle, knowing smile forming. columbina is the most attuned to emotions, her own and others, especially yours. she would quickly be able to feel the vulnerability and doubt behind your written word. without hesitation, she collected your hand in her own, making sure to hold your gaze. 'yes,' she said easily, 'i love you more than words will ever be able to express.' columbina leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. 'you needn't doubt that,' she whispered, letting your hand go only to pull you into a hug, her eyes closing, 'i always will, beloved.' her love was soft, open and nurturing, a presence that never ceased and you almost felt guilty for doubting her. she had done her best to make sure you felt cherished and adored and she would continue to do so.

❥ pantalone.

he wouldn't question why you were suddenly handing him paper but he would be curious, eyes shining with interest as he read the question. panta is a man who sees emotions as secondary to his ambitions and goals, especially with his wealth and power. however, he wouldn't hesitate to admit that you, are different. this may be something that lead you to thinking you were more of a possession than a lover - he would be smart enough to figure out where the doubt blossomed from. folding the paper neatly, he set it down and let a thoughtful smile show, turning his attention to you. 'love, like any valuable asset, is not something i take lightly,' he began, head tilting slightly, 'but you, my dear.. are more precious than anything to me.' reaching out to you, his fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheek. 'yes,' he answered directly, 'i love you, and i will make sure you never doubt that again.' like the others, panta's love is often expressed through actions - keeping you comfortable and safe, your happiness being of utmost importance to him.

❥ il capitano.

he would take the paper without a second thought, reading the words slowly and feeling the weight of them. it would take him a moment to find how to answer, knowing if he was careless, it would bring you unnecessary hurt. love has never been something capitano was accustomed to, not when his life was outlined and defined by duty, loyalty and the cold fate of a soldier. he briefly wondered if love was something he could feel or understand. would he know if he was in love? after what seemed like an eternity, he would slowly set the paper down and look to you, speaking just as careful. 'love is a concept i have little experience with,' he began, his tone apologetic, 'i do care for you, deepy.. your wellbeing, your happiness. i want to keep you safe.' his answer would be straightforward, almost as though he was searching through his own words. he wished he could use the same pretty, poetic words he'd heard in passing, but that wasn't possible. 'if that is love,' he nodded slowly, 'then, yes, i do love you.' he wouldn't be as confident in those words as he wanted to be but he felt as thought it was as close to what you wanted to hear as he could get.

[yureismellslikefanfic]

smothering scara with thighs after hes had a rough day🙏 PLSS can be fluff or smut idc

Alright then :)

A/N: I just realized I didn't include much smothering of thighs 0.0

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (Fluff, suggestive)

Scaramouche had a tough day at work. He had to take matters into his own hands, as the Fatui he had assigned a rather easy task did not accomplish it.

They were supposed to steal borrow materials from traders in Liyue, but somehow, Traveler managed to stop them, defeating all but one Fatui agent.

The Fatui agent felt the wrath of the Balladeer that day.

Scaramouche's head is now resting on your thighs as your fingers brush through his hair gently.

His eyes are closed as he relaxes for the first time today.

It's as if he remembered something or a lightbulb went off in his head, because he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

"You want me to relax, right?"

You nod your head, curious of where this is going.

"Of course I do." You say this so tenderly if makes Scaramouche smile slightly.

"I know a way I can relax." He says slyly as his fingers trail their way up to your waist.

"Can I..?" You only nod in response, you don't want to embarrass yourself by stuttering.

And so, Scaramouche starts his tactic to relax.

© yureismellslikefanfic || do not plagiarize, translate, or modify any of my works.

[hitomisuzuya]

scaramouche as a bully.. y/n snapping at him.. full nelson in a empty classroom.. doors unlocked..

Boom 💥

Bully! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Some degradation because it's Bully Scara.

I have never written this position before😳 I am def. going be blushing the whole time I write this. If the description sounds jank, it's because I was flustered typing it😭

Scaramouche was a menace. He had a unique way of showing that he liked you. By relentlessly picking on you. He snapped up any opportunity he got.

The university had big library. Today, you were helping the librarian put returned books back on the shelves. You were always so disgustingly considerate of other people. He didn't understand it.

When Scaramouche saw you walking down the hall with an arm full of books, drinking from a water bottle as you walked he made his way towards you.

A few moments later, you sighed, annoyed. Scaramouche had dumped the books onto the floor, and batted your water bottle out of your hand. Water was now soaking into your shirt, making the fabric cling to your chest.

You were quiet for a moment before you spoke. "Ugh, I don't understand what I did to you."

Scaramouche laughed. You really didn't know. You'd captivated him. You had the audacity to make him fall in love with you. "You are a weak little slut for me, admit it," He said, smirking down at you.

He waited for the interesting volley of reactions that were about to come from you. His smirk widened when he saw your cheeks flush from his degradation.

You glared at him, kicking your now empty water bottle at him. You almost didn't miss. Where did you get those kicks from, anyway? You were such a tiny little thing.

"Oh, don't hold your breath," You snapped.

Scaramouche smacked a hand on the wall next to your head. Ah, there it was, the quality about you that both aroused and infuriated him. You stood up to him. Usually, people folded in a second if he bullied them.

But not you.

He couldn't coax so much as a flinch from you. Why were you like this? How did you manage to show a certain level of submissive and still stand up to him? Where did you even come from, anyways?

You never ceased to fascinate him.

Scaramouche grit his teeth. You let out a small squeak of surprise when he grabbed a handful of your hair. "Defiant sluts need to be put in their place," He hissed, laughing again when he saw your cheeks flush darker.

You let out a soft squeak of surprise when he threw the door to an empty classroom, pushed you inside and slammed the door closed. You didn't fight him, not once.

He knew you wanted this, knew you wanted him.

You barely had time to sputter about the door being unlocked before he pushed you down onto your stomach, pinning you to the ground.

Now everyone was going to hear him breaking you down. No one would dare walk in even if the door was unlocked. They sure would hear you scream that you were his. He was going to make sure of that.

Angling your hips up, he lifted your skirt. "Easy access, how thoughtful of you," He purred, smacking a hand across your ass before he cupped his hand on your cunt. He nearly groaned when he felt how wet you already were.

Of course, if you said no, he would immediately take his hands off of you. Scaramouche may be mean, but he wasn't a scumbag like people thought he was.

A shaky sigh of pleasure met his ears, making a shiver dance up his spine. Pressing your face into the floor, he hastily tugged your panties down, drinking in the sight of your dripping cunt bared before him.

It looked just a tempting as he imagined it would be.

His fingers found your clit. It throbbed underneath his fingers as he rubbed it. You squirmed, trying to push your hips back into his fingers. "Ha, I knew it," He taunted, making you gasp when he abruptly pushed two fingers inside of you. "You are a weak slut for me. Now beg for me to fuck you, and admit it."

The pace of his fingers was slow at first, kissing his fingers against your sweet spot a little bit at a time. Your desperate sounding whimpers were starting to make his cock throb and harden.

He scissored your walls apart, smacking a hand across your ass again when you started moaning. Your fingernails scratched at the floor, your walls beginning to clamp around his fingers. When it got more consistent, he increased his pace. He drove his fingers harshly into your cunt, nudging his fingers firmly on your sweet spot.

You were caving fast. The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you realized it. "Please fuck me, I need you to fuck to me," You pleaded.

Scaramouche was already stroking his cock while he watched you start to fall apart. "See," He purred gleefully, "it was that easy. I didn't even have to hold my breath."

Your orgasm was building up too intense and tight that you couldn't bite back a response. "Please.." You whimpered, and that made him snap.

Scaramouche grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back. "Good girl," He turned your head to give you a heated, open mouthed kiss. It only made you melt more for him as the breath was stolen right out of your lungs. "Now, tell them all just who is fucking you."

He drug his cock between your folds, coating it generously in your slick before he pushed himself inside of you. Your fate was all but sealed now.

You were all his now.

A fate that you gladly welcomed.

Moving your arms and legs into a V, he wrapped your arms around his legs and pulled you up. Locking his fingers behind your neck, he ruthlessly thrust into your cunt.

Scaramouche fucked every bit of frustration from you standing up to him, and every ounce of lust and passion he felt into you.

The harder he pounded into your cunt, the louder you cried out. "Go, on admit!" He commanded, "I'm not letting you cum until you do."

Your eyes widened from the threat, especially with your orgasm coiling even tighter than before. "Fine, I'm a weak little slut for you!" His pace was dizzying, almost inhuman.

Your body seized and convulsed in pleasure against him. You desperately tried to writhe from how good it felt to have his cock drilling inside of you, but his told was too tight.

Your struggle only added fuel to the fire. Scaramouche groaned in bliss, hissing in pleasure. "Scream my name, slut. Or are you going to cum like a whore before you can?"

You couldn't help yourself. "Scaramouche! Scaramouche, it's you fucking me!" You screamed as your orgasm broke apart. Scaramouche shuddered in bliss the moment he felt your release flood onto his cock.

He let out a long, husky moan as his cock throbbed, spilling cum inside of you. You mewled happily, your walls continuing to flutter and clamp sensitive around his cock as he chased his high.

When he was satisfied, he dropped you somewhat unceremoniously onto the floor. Panting, he flipped you over onto your back. Laying on top of you, he hide his face in your neck. "Don't ever leave me," He murmured.

The way you stroked his hair reassured him.

You were all his now.

[adiluv-moved]

❥ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒. ˚⊹꒷

🎤୧・꒰word count꒱ 1154.

💿୧・꒰warnings꒱ yandere character ꒰implied stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior꒱, idol/modern au, reader is not traveler, reader is from sumeru, intentional lowercase, not edited.

🎧୧・꒰adi moment꒱ inspired by this ask! i'm literally such a big fan of yandere idol scara there is so much untapped potential here that i think we need to start looking at!! hope you enjoy!! ໒꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀི১

as a disclaimer, i don't support yandere behavior in real life! please don’t interpret this post as justification for any of scaramouche's actions.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who's the sixth of the twelve harbingers, a snezhnayan-based idol group that's recently gone viral and taken teyvat by storm. with members hailing from all seven nations, you'd instantaneously deem the inazuman native your favorite—something about his more blunt and bratty personality catching your attention. with plenty of releases and tons of merch drops, you'd find most of your income going to posters, albums, photocards, and apparel—an easily noticeable focus on scaramouche themed items taking hold early within your collection.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who meets you while lost in sumeru city, having decided to take a vacation after the success of his latest tour within liyue. delays with transportation had caused him to show up late for his hotel reservation, leaving him stranded in the foreign city without anywhere to stay... which is precisely where you come in. even with the large amount of mora you'd dedicated towards supporting the group, concerts were far out of your budget—tickets being sold out mere minutes after dropping. so when you'd met your bias sitting on a staircase with a suitcase beside him, you'd been quick to offer him shelter within your apartment, leading the man back to your place and opting to sleep on the couch and give him your bed.

꒰💀꒱・it's this trusting nature of yours that initially causes him to consider you the biggest idiot in teyvat, with scaramouche contenting himself to make good use of the amenities you've oh so graciously provided. he's given free access to all of your belongings for hours on end whenever you go to work—given more than enough freedom as you slave over your stove to cook dinner once you finally return. really, you're lucky he's the real deal, he thinks, because it would be stupidly easy for him to just rob you one day and run off. ꒰not like anybody would believe he robbed you, either.꒱ ...but he has no need for your pitiful belongings, and he'd feel like a real asshole to do such a thing, so he leaves them be.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who, despite his first impressions, finds himself growing fonder and fonder of you as time goes on. you're an utter klutz, lacking common sense and self-preservation skills—however. you're caring. kind. you take him sightseeing on your days off and offer to pay for the things he buys, even though he currently has more mora than you'd ever obtain within your lifetime. while a superfan with his merch lining the walls, you see past the persona he wears on stage—see the real him and make an effort to know him. you treat him like an equal, unlike everybody he'd encountered after becoming an idol.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who begins missing you after returning to snezhnaya, borderline regretful that he hadn't entertained his idle thoughts and taken something from your apartment as a reminder of your hospitality. he's never felt this way about a fan ꒰let alone anybody else within his life꒱ this way before—wanting nothing more than to cast away his duties and seek you out once again. the first night back in his home is spent as an all-nighter, detective-esq determination while he searches instagram for your profile and nearly jumps out of his bed once he finally locates it. of course, you accept his request, and he takes great joy in scrolling through your posts and unashamedly liking all of them. not like you'd even mind, anyway. your followers list is, in the same manner, put up for examination—though he doesn't exactly want to tell you about that.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who stalks your spotify almost every day, listening to all of your playlists and taking notes on the various musicians that pop up. immature as it is, it's difficult to stop the searing jealousy that threatens to pop up whenever other idol groups pop up a little too often for his tastes, a sour taste left in his mouth as he attempts to convince himself that the harbingers ꒰him, specifically꒱ are still your favorites. although he publicly claims that he has no need for rivalries with other groups, there's just something inherently satisfying about seeing one of his tracks beating those of the other groups on your playlist, silent hopes that you'd also prefer it over theirs. 

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who begins sending you gifts once his obsession really takes hold. whether it be money, merch, or the random items on your avidyazon wish list, expect to see a lot of packages arriving at your doorstep—all with notes from scaramouche commenting on whatever's inside the box. receiving tickets to any and all harbinger concerts also becomes a common occurrence, transportation to the other nations paid in full. while touring in inazuma, he does the honors of sending you a kimono alongside front-row tickets, practically ordering you to wear it and saying he's excited to see just how amazing you'll look in it. you're so preoccupied by the gesture that you don't even think to ask when he got your measurements. 

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who takes you backstage after each and every one of his performances, having his bodyguard escort you to his personal dressing room. although he asks you to tell him about any significant events within your life, he almost never seems to be shocked by any of them—instead giving you an almost knowing look... as though he already had the information. not to mention that anybody bothering you almost always stops after mentioning your discomfort to him. a part of you wonders whether he does anything to interfere, but it seems near impossible considering his busy schedule and the fact that he's miles away from you in another nation. must just be a crazy coincidence, right..?

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who demands your attention at every moment within these meetings, growing insanely agitated if you so much as attempt to talk about the other harbingers—especially il dottore. attempts to figure out why he hates the senior member so much are outright ignored, scaramouche instead opting to quickly silence you by either pinching your lips together or boldly kissing you ꒰if he's feeling particularly jealous, that is꒱. "you shouldn't even think about other men in my presence," he'll say, "let alone dottore." and because you don't want to upset your idol, you simply nod your head and change the subject.

꒰💀꒱・yandere idol scaramouche who would've asked you to be his partner by now, if not for the many scandals that would erupt from such a request. he's aware that some of his fans obsess over him in the same way he does you, and he'd hate to place you into any dangerous situations because of his greed. don't get him wrong, though. you still aren't allowed to date anybody else, a fact that he'll remind you off right before he sends you on your way. things may not be official, sure—but you still belong to him.

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[cybrjmn]

scaramouche x male reader

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“Wait so you’re telling me that Lumine, sweet innocent Lumine, fought with someone in highschool? You’re lying.” Scaramouche said, disbelief evident in his voice.

YN let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling as he did so. He nodded as he took a sip of his coke. “I’m being serious!! The guys were making fun of Ae because of his long hair and people at our old school were absolute assholes so they obviously ridiculed him.” YN said, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. I’m never pissing her off again. Forever terrified of her.”

They were sitting at McDonald’s. After the disaster that turned out to be YN’s house, Scaramouche had decided that some comfort food would do both of them some good.

“So, tell me about Nahida. Lumine mentioned that she was your sister?” YN said, shoving fries in his mouth.

Scaramouche’s eyes twinkled, “Already talking about me are you? You know if you wanted to know about me, you could’ve just asked.” Scaramouche said, earning himself a half-hearted glare from the [your haircolor],

“She’s not my real sister. When I was 15, I saw her getting bullied by some kids from The Academia. She was around 13 at the time. And ever since then, she’s like a bug that I can't shake off.” Scaramouche said, a small smile on his lips.

“Ahh that’s so cute! I’ve always wanted siblings but never had any..” YN shrugged. “Show me her photos!! If you don’t mind of course”

Scaramouche shook his head, pulling out his phone. He moved his seat closer to YN’s, causing the other boy’s face to bloom red. Scaramouche chuckled under his breath.

He opened his gallery, images of the white haired teen causing him to smile fondly.

“Wait wait! What’s this one?” YN asked, pointing to a photo of Scaramouche playing with an orange cat that Nahida and Scaramouche had found and sort of taken in. She was still a stray but they gave her food everyday and played with her.

“Oh, that’s Pepper. She lives or comes near my dorm and technically Nahida started to feed her everyday but then i also started to feed her.” Scaramouche explained, scrolling through his folder of Pepper.

“Oh, she’s so cute!! I need to meet her!” YN squealed, scooting closer to Scaramouche and leaning.

Scaramouche turned his head, suddenly aware about how close YN was. Very cliche but time seemed to slow down. Scaramouche could smell the raspberry scent of YN’s shampoo, mixed with his perfume which made Scaramouche wonder when the other had time to put it on. His breath hitched as he noticed how easy it would be to kiss YN, how much little distance he would have to move to taste the other’s lips. Scaramouche suddenly felt breathless as he watched YN bite his lip in thought as he scrolled on Scaramouche’s phone. His mind wandered and his thoughts got more scattered.

“Oh Scara, you have a call.” He heard YN’s voice and the melodic voice broke him out of his thoughts. He hummed in response, his eyes refocusing on his phone.

He groaned inwardly as he saw his step-mom’s name flash across the screen. “Gimme a minute. Sorry.” He mumbled, getting up and going outside.

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A/N: Right, im so sorry! i got a new phone and then lost all the images and apps so i had to make new profiles-