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Yandere!Kunikuzushi (Scaramouche) x fem!reader. Smut. Breeding kink. Aphrodisiac. Creampie. Finger sucking. One mention of killing. Scaramouche peeks through occasionally.
Yandere Kunikuzushi won the poll. I hope this measures up to the first part. Kuni cumming inside for the first time.
As much as Kunikuzushi enjoyed devouring your pussy to his heart's content, he was starting to crave more. There was something so intensely arousing about cumming inside of you. He knew very well that it ran the risk of pregnancy, but your hips just looked so fucking perfect. Perfect for breeding.
He didn't want just that though. Oh no, he wanted so much more. He knew you would agree without hesitation to let him cum inside of you, you were starting to crave him as much as he craved you.
Kunikuzushi wanted you to look him right in his eyes, your eyes glassy with lust and desperation for him and tell him you wanted him to cum inside. He'd read about aphrodisiacs. He deduced that this would be the best method to get you say that without him asking first.
His cock throbbed thinking about folding your body into a mating press, being caged in by him and doing nothing but moan and cry for him while he pumped his cock inside of you, his cum seeping and coating it more with every thrust.
Kunikuzushi put his plan into action once he obtained the aphrodisiac capsule from a small pharmacy. You were distracted with a book when he broke open the capsule in the drink he got for you from the kitchen.
Now all he had to do is sit and wait, anticipating when the symptoms of the aphrodisiac setting in started to show.
He counted every second until he saw you shift restlessly on your bed. It looked like you were having a hard time concentrating. "Is something wrong?" He asked innocently as you closed your book and set it aside.
Your cheeks were flushed, and your breathing was sort of labored. You looked at him and said, "I feel really warm, and my body aches," You said, moving closer to him on the bed.
"Oh? Do you want me to go and get a doctor?" He asked, putting a hand on your forehead.
You shook your head. "No, I don't. Did you know that I have always thought your fingers are beautiful?" You said, glancing longingly at his fingers.
Kunikuzushi smirked. You were already so far gone. There was only one thing on your mind now. And that was him. He could see it in your eyes. "Oh?" He said, brushing his fingers on your lips. "You look like you have something rattling around in that pretty head of yours."
"Mhm," You said, the tip of your tongue flicked out against his fingers, sending a shiver through him. "I want to suck on your fingers, and then," You stroked his wrist, "I want you to cum inside of me."
Kunikuzushi felt such a rush course through him. You were just so fucking addicting. You would never say that to the blacksmith who he overheard telling his friend about wanting to ask you out. And then in the next breath said very vulgar and distasteful things about you.
That man was by now weighed down by rocks and dismembered, serving as fish food. Never to be found. He bled out so fast, but a pound of flesh was the only payment he would accept for insulting your honor in such a disgusting manner.
Kunikuzushi pushed his fingers into your mouth, savoring the happy moan that you muffled on his fingers. He pumped them in and out of your mouth, his fingers exploring as you sucked.
You gagged as he pushed his fingers into your throat. He was fast getting swept up in the dominant power he held over you. He could've made you choke over and over on his fingers and you would've gladly kept sucking once you recovered.
Your tongue lapped and curled, worshipping on his fingers. When he couldn't ignore the throbbing in his cock any longer, he took his fingers out of your mouth. Capturing your lips in a heated, open mouth kiss, his hands hastily removed your clothes.
Kunikuzushi indulged in every fantasy he'd jacked himself off having about you. This would be the first time his cock was ever inside of you. It felt so good to just let go and further corrupt you. He needed to build you up to a certain point by making you cream over and over again on his tongue first.
You felt such comfort under the sheer weight of his dominance as he bit and sucked bruises that would rapidly darken on your skin. Everyone would know you belonged to him. They needed to know. That way they wouldn't dare to fathom taking you away from him.
Your pussy felt so wet on his cock, your body folding so fragile and pliant underneath him as he bent you into the mating press he'd read so much about. He could tell your body struggled to tremble in pleasure as he pinned you down, caging you underneath him.
His hands tightened possessively on your wrists, holding them down on the bed, and using them as leverage to grind his aching cock between the drooling folds of your cunt.
"Say it again," He groaned, teasing the head of his cock against your clit. "Tell me you want me to cum inside again," Your pussy clenched around the tip of his cock, your hips jerking up to urge it against your entrance.
"Yes, Kuni, please! Cum inside of me!" You pleaded, struggling to grind against his cock. Need for him gripped your body, amplified by the aphrodisiac. You mewled, the sensation of his cock teasing against your clit sent made your body ache, and tremble more.
Kunikuzushi wouldn't dream of denying you. Especially not when he had dreamt of this moment so many times. With a husky groan, he pushed his cock inside of you.
"So wet," He moaned, his cheeks flushing from how lewd his cock sounded as your pussy swallowed it. "So tight. Clenching like a perfect slut on my cock," He pulled out just to bottom out again, his cock throbbing as your walls squeezed around it.
Kunikuzushi enjoyed watching you struggle to buck your hips up as his kissed his cock into your sweet spot. He felt your body melting under his with every thrust of his cock, surrendering yourself to him completely.
You looked so cock drunk, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth as you moaned shamelessly. Shamelessly for him. It sent him reeling that you made someone like him capable of feeling such filthy human emotions.
The closer he got to cumming, the more he started to whimper with raw need. It sounded so disorienting to him that he had to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth to muffle them.
The way your fingers intertwined with his, squeezing like you were clinging to him was pure bliss to him. The mewl of pleasure when he emptied his cock inside of you, unable to stop thrusting down into you was utterly addicting.
He wondered if you could even hear yourself babbling about you were his and only his fucked so dumb on his cock.
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nerd! scara and shy! reader is a very good mix 😭😭
Really?? I honestly thought ppl wouldn't really like it but if they do I'll definitely do more of it with the reqs in my inbox trust 💪🏻💪🏻
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Nerd Scara <3 stealinh our panties to pleasure himself
Nerd scara finding out were a virgin?!! He would go absolutely Feral, and I know he’s already on his knees sloppily eating us out <3
Or maybe he’s rutting himself into our bed sheets as he sucks on our chest <3 he can’t help himself you feel so warm and good
He's going feral if he finds out he's your first 😶
✧･ﾟ:* ->Loser Nerd! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader
✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Sub! Reader, Shy! Reader, Fingering, Overstimulation, Only one line of Dialogue!
After all those nights of jerking off with the lacy undies he stole borrowed from you and imagining what your pretty little pussy must look like beneath them, he never thought that he'd get to see or even taste the real thing.
But here you were, sitting on the couch of your dorm, legs spread to reveal your bare folds to his perverted gaze as you shyly cover your face to hide your embarrassment. He's like a kid receiving candy as his fingers hesitantly rub along your slit, the feeling of your arousal coating his hand and your soft moans making his dick harden beneath the fabric of his pants.
Once Scaramouche gets over his initial shock and accepts the fact that he's really the first person to ever touch you so intimately, he completely lets himself go. He presses his face into your pussy, his tongue messily lathering up your juices as his nose nudges your clit. His hands curl around your plush thighs, nails leaving marks on your soft skin from how hard he's gripping them as he holds them over his shoulders. The way your thighs suffocate the sides of his head is heavenly and he groans as your delicate fingers weave their way into his hair, tugging him as close as he could physically be.
Scaramouche feels like he could cum just from tasting you on his tongue, shameless moans vibrating against your sensitive folds. The wet muscle makes an absolute mess between your legs as saliva coats your outer lips. Your head is thrown back in pleasure when he shoves two fingers up your cunt, pulling back a bit to admire the way your tight walls suck them in. You're squeezing his fingers so hard, Scaramouche can only imagine how it would feel if he replaced them with his stiff cock.
He moves to work on your neglected bud, warm mouth enveloping the swollen bundle of nerves and sucking feverishly. Your face is flushed and sweaty, chest heaving as whines for more fall from parted lips. Your body spasms and shudders in his firm grasp as he makes you cum on his tongue, again and again. Moans for more eventually morph into cries asking him to stop, that it's too much. But he's too pussy drunk by now to listen.
His spit mixed with your cum covers the lower half of his face and Scaramouche is sure that he's probably climaxed at least once in his pants from eating you out non stop for the past hour or two. The glasses that now sit crooked on his face are also dirtied, making it difficult to see but he doesn't need to see when he can just taste you.
After what feels like forever, he finally removes his head from between your legs. Strings of saliva connect his lips to your cunt. He looks like a mess, hair disheveled with cum covered glasses and face but he isn't done yet. Tears of overstimulation that have now dried up stain your puffy cheeks as he pushes you onto the couch, getting on top. You can feel his clothed erection against your abused pussy, making you writhe as he holds you down to prevent you from escaping.
He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head, leaning in to whisper in a raspy tone,"You taste so fucking good... I can't get enough. I want to see you cum because of me, because of my mouth, my fingers..and my cock..."
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LILIAAAA 🛐🛐
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BOO!!
*faints and falls down the stairs, dying of 10 cardiac arrests in the process*
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REQUESTING A PART TWO FOR SIREN SCARA? U GOT ME ADDICTED I LOVE HIM HES SO PERFECT <3333
Maybe he can turn into a human on land? I wouldnt mind hiding him from some hunters just for him to find us in our room/boat later <3
I've so many asks begging for more siren! Scara lmao, but I can't blame any of you, he is perfect 🙏🏻🙏🏻
✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader
✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Pet name is used twice ('little captain'), Brief fingering, Sub! Reader, Dom! Character!
That old hag of a sea witch was pretty sketchy, but at least he can traverse land freely now, is what Scaramouche thought to himself as he cautiously practiced walking for the first time on the shoreline. So this is how humans move about everyday? Scaramouche figured that being able to zip around beneath the waves was much more efficient, but he would have to get used to these legs for a while if he was hoping to meet you again.
Despite having a human lower half, that didn't change the fact he still retained most of his sirenic features. And of course that was bound to be a nuisance. And a nuisance it was as Scaramouche found himself being persued by a group of hunters who only saw him as a walking money bag. He barely managed to get away, ducking into a dark alley way as they ran straight past.
Coincidentally, the building also happened to be the same seaside inn he saw you staying at. Scaramouche glanced up and saw the an open window illuminated by the glow of a lantern that no doubt lead to your room.
The last thing you were expecting as you curled up on your bed, reading a book peacefully, was to see someone climbing through your window with a grin on his face which showcased rows of sharp teeth. It didn't take long for his identity to click in your mind though as your eyes widened, slowly placing down your book as you sat up, "Scaramouche...?"
His smiled seemed to widen at your recognition as he wasted no time in crawling onto your bed, hastily pinning you down with his body. He leaned down, licking the shell of your ear sensually as he whispered,"Yes, my little captain. It's me, surprised? I knew you'd be. I went through quite a bit of trouble to get you, so I don't suppose you'll let me reward myself a bit now, do you?" Scaramouche's eager hands fiddled with the hem of your pants, already hooking his fingers around the waistband to pull them down.
You blushed at his forwardness, still in slight shock that the siren who was supposed to be sea-bound was now pinning you to your bed and begging for your pussy. But you weren't complaining but the urge to tease him for his eagerness was too strong,"Oh— Not even a hello..? You know, it's pretty rude to just climb through one's windows without notice," Scaramouche chuckled at that, bringing up a hand to grab your face, nails digging into the soft skin as he spoke in a tone that contrasted his deathly grip,"Trying to tease me now, are you? It's all fun and games till I'm the one teasing you with the thought of cumming. Is that what you want? For me to edge you till you cry?"
Your answer didn't really matter to him, all his mind was focused on was getting to put his dick in your pussy. Before you could get another word out, he used his nails to slice away your pants and underwear, leaving them in shreds as your folds glistened in all their glory. His pupils narrowed at the sight, red splashing his cheeks as he looked up to meet your embarrassed face,"So you wanted to 'take it slow' while you're practically dripping for my cock. Ironic, isn't it?"
Scaramouche dragged his index along your slit, gathering your slick before bringing it up for you to see. The way he was taunting you about your own arousal made you bite your lip as you shifted uncomfortably, hands fisting the sheets. The siren revelled in your movement, it was like holding the little fish he would catch and eat for dinner, so wriggly and desperate.
Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, knuckle deep before pumping them in and out at a steady pace. You inhaled sharply, face heating up,"Scara—!" "Mm.. Yes, my little captain, say my name like that.." His fingers worked their way inside of you, occasionally doing scissor motions to try and loosen you up in preparation for taking his cock. When he decided that he'd done enough prep, he removed his fingers from your gaping hole, watching it clench around nothing as you attempted to protest.
A hand covered your mouth to silence you before you suddenly feel a stinging burn in your lower half as he penetrates you, bottoming out immediately. He groaned as your walls clenched around him, he'd never felt anything like it before. And he wants more, he wants to feel your walls convulse around him forever. Scaramouche holds your hip with one hand, the other moving from your mouth to push down on your chest as he thrusts into you, albeit a bit sloppy at first but eventually picking up a pace, going deep and hard.
Your breath struggles to stay even as you grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Each roll of his hips against yours sends you to heaven and back, the room filling with the sounds of your moans and skin on skin. Your orgasm is inevitable, and you let him know through gasps and cries for more,"Ahn...! C-cumming—! Nngh..—!" Scaramouche's grip on your hips tightened as he heard that, fins twitching with anticipation as he muttered huskily,"Do it. I wanna watch you come undone on my cock.."
He didn't need to repeat himself as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, cunt clenching around him one last time before coating the base of his length with a creamy white ring. The look of utter bliss on your face as you came made him come too, pace faltering as he buried his load inside of you. When his thrusts finally came to a stop, he let himself collapse on top of you, nuzzling the crook of your neck as he engulfed you with his arms.
Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out, preferring to just lay there with you as you both panted heavily, basking in the aftermath of your actions. Your body twitched, thighs trembling as you take a few minutes to process what just happened. His seed is still hot inside you, making your lower half feel warm,"That..that was amazing.." You managed to whisper, a low hum coming from him in response.
You felt a combination of his tongue licking and teeth nibbling a fold of skin on your neck, his face flushing as he tasted the salty tinge of your sweat,"Mhm...It's worth taking the risk to see you. I'll be doing that more often from now on.."
"So expect a lot of surprise visits from me. Maybe I'll even bother saying 'hi' this time.."
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More nerd dom scara and bully reader pls... I love it sm 😍😍😍
✧･ﾟ:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader
✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Drabble-ish, Super short, Sub! Reader, Use of Vibrators, Small bit of bondage, Orgasm denial!
You had been getting on Scaramouche's nerves lately. It was like you were failing classes on purpose! If you even went to them in the first place. He spent hours tutoring you, only for the information to apparently go in one ear and out the other. So he decided to change things up a bit the next time he came over to your house.
"...So what's the answer, [Name]? This is one of the easier questions, you know. So focus," That bastard, how could he expect you to focus when you have a vibrator shoved up your pussy and a second one attached to your clit? Both of annoyingly low settings too. Not to mention the fact your wrists are bound behind your back so you can't touch anything, "Scara, this is s-stupid.. How am I supposed to think when—" "Wrong. Try again" A harsh smack to your ass makes you jolt on his lap, squirming.
"...what was the question again..?" Scaramouche repeated the question, but you hardly registered the words as all your mind could think about was cumming. He asks you for the answer once more, one hand holding the textbook and the other gripping your hip to keep you still. You try to rack your brain for a response, but nothing comes up, so you just blurt out the first thing you think of,"the answer is...seven?"
Another smack, making you yelp as Scaramouche glares at you,"Incorrect again. You were so far off. The answer is 423.69." If you could think straight you'd have probably made a remark about how ridiculous that was, but your mind became muddled as the intensity of the vibrators suddenly increased sharply. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, thighs clamping shut as the buzzing gets louder.
Scaramouche stared at you writhing on his lap, internally enjoying this little game he had you playing. It had been a good hour or so of this scenario, he asks you a question, you get it wrong, he turns up the vibrator only to lower the setting at the last minute. Your whimpers were music to his ears as your face scrunched up in pleasure from the vibrations.
Your breathing got heavier, brows knitting together as you felt your impending orgasm. However, just before you could cum, Scaramouche switches the vibrators back to low. He smiles as your expression becomes disappointed,"Did you really think I'd let you cum yet? You're not cumming until you get at least one of these questions right." The sheer look of dread that washed over you almost made him laugh. Of course he knew as well as you did that you're not going to be able to learn anything tonight.
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nerd! scara but he's fucking us at the back of the locker room
This one might be short butttt I love this scenario
✧･ﾟ:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche fucking your brains out in the locker room!
✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sub! Reader, Mention of exhibitionism, Slight Degradation!
The metal surface of the locker felt cool in contrast to your warm cheek pressing against it. The same locker you had attempted to shove Scaramouche against when you tried to pick on him. But it seems like he had other ideas.
Now you're getting your brains fucked out as his hand muffles your moans and pleas. Your upper torso and face is smushed against the locker door as he rams his thick length into your dripping cunt. His clothed torso meets your back, his mouth right by your ear, allowing you to hear every little grunt and moan which only makes you more turned on in return.
"Such a whore... Getting off to being fucked in a place where anyone could walk in and see, aren't you, you little exhibitionist?" Scaramouche groans as he feels you clench down harder around his dick at that, answering his question. "Fuck— you're so tight..! Since you're into this so much... I think I'll just..let you enjoy yourself..." His voice trails off as he moves his hand from your mouth and brings it down to grab your throat, squeezing as he pulls your head back.
Your back arches, hands pressed against the lockers. Every thrust makes your sensitive breasts rub up against the metal, heightening the sensations. Scaramouche's other hand hooks itself beneath one of your legs, lifting it up a bit to spread them wider. Your jaw falls slack, incoherent cries leaving your parted lips as you feel him hitting new depths within you that you didn't even know were possible.
The slight change in position has you squirting around his cock in no time, sweat running down your body as your eyes glaze over with lust. You've long since given up trying to keep yourself quiet, mouth hanging open as drool runs down your chin. But even then, Scaramouche doesn't stop his relentless pace.
His lips brush the shell of your ear, breath hot as he whispers in a voice that leaves no room for doubt,"You looked so cute cumming around my cock. I wanna see you do it again..."
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I dont know if your still up for request but imagine nerd!scara sneaking his hands under the desk and fingering you while class is still going and the teacher nor the students even noticed how much of a mess you were and the way you kept on clenching your teeth. Hiding your face using the book.
(Smut ofc!.)
pleasee it would mean so much to me if you agreed to this! Its my first time requesting!
I was looking through my inbox and saw this and I just had to write it
✧･ﾟ:* ->Scaramouche fingering you in class!
✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: Fingering, NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sub! Reader, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Public sex (?),
You didn't think much of it when Scaramouche rested his hand on your thigh during a lecture. That is, until his fingers found themselves pushing aside your panties and circling your clit.
You jolted and shot him a glare, blood rushing to your cheeks at the unexpected contact. He merely smiled down at you through his glasses, making no effort to remove his hand from its position slotted between your legs. You were so thankful that the both of you were seated to the back of the room, otherwise one look at your flushed face would've given it away.
You bit your lip hard to try and conceal the moan bubbling in your throat as he eased a long digit into your tight cunt, gradually adding more till he was three fingers in, knuckle deep. Scaramouche couldn't hide his smile as he slowly pumped them in and out of you, feeling your thighs clamp shut around his hand. You didn't know how he could be so unbothered by this, writing down notes and listening to the professor attentively while you're practically falling apart next to him.
Attempting to protest proved futile as whenever you opened your mouth, he'd give his fingers a sharp thrust, causing a moan to leave your mouth. He grinned to himself as he saw you smack a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your noises as well as hide your reddened face. Deciding to get a bit more daring, he curled the digits inside of you, nudging your sweet spot just right before giving his hand another thrust. As expected, a whine left you before you could muffle it as you hunched over your desk.
This caused a couple nearby heads to turn, which only served to embarrass you further as you hid your face in your arms as you laid it on the desk. This only fueled Scaramouche's desire to torment you further, picking up his pace a bit but keeping it steady enough so that the lewd squelching of his digits in your pussy wouldn't be heard.
His thumb traced gentle figure eights over your throbbing clit, making your breath hitch as you felt your orgasm approaching. He noticed it too, from the way your chest heaved and the more your gummy walls contracted around him. However, just when you were about to climax, the bell rings and Scaramouche slides his fingers out with a cruel smirk on his face. You sat up immediately, almost groaning in frustration as you feel your high dying down.
Scaramouche revels in your desperation as you look at him, need and desire clear in your eyes,"Class is done, you know. You should pack up and go for lunch..." The way your eyes trail after him longingly as he grabs his things and exits the classroom makes him feel powerful as he leaves you there in a mess of your own juices.
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Kunikuzushi (Scaramouche) x fem! reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Kunikuzushi giving. One brief mention of killing. Yandere! Kunikuzushi. Mention of bondage.
This is by no means written sober lol. I just wanted to write about Scara as Kuni for awhile, mainly discovering eating out for the first time. I saw fics going around like this and wanted to write one of my own.
Kunikuzushi made it a habit to study human nature. He was a people watcher. Inevitably, he heard sex discussed one day between two drunk blacksmiths. However, instead of asking about it, he preferred to read about it. He found out a lot of things that took him awhile to process, but ultimately filed it away in the back of his mind as basic human knowledge.
He didn't have any use for it until he met you.
Kunikuzushi didn't exactly know when he started to spend all his free time with you. But the more time went by, the more he started to notice certain little things about you. The way your hips swayed when you walked. The way you always smelled so good. How soothing it was to listen to the sound of your voice. The way your fingers moved when you did things.
While indulging tea way too sweet for his liking, Kunikuzushi overheard that same two drunk blacksmiths talking about oral sex. He listened with his head cocked, listening to them talk about how good it could taste and how good it was to feel pussy clenched around the tongue.
Later, he went and read about it. He even found light novels from Yae Publishing House, or books from merchants that had detailed descriptions in it. He read about all kinds of things, like squirting and different things he could do with tongue or fingers.
The more he read about, the more thoughts of doing those things to you flooded his mind. He would even dare say it consumed him. Late into the night, he would fist his cock and think about eating you out. He swore he couldn't have pumped enough cum onto his hands to abate the thoughts.
One day, Kunikuzushi got up the nerve to ask you about it. And you were already in the perfect position: on your back on your bed, listening to him talk about how sickeningly sweet he thought the tea had been today.
"Do you know what oral sex is? He asked abruptly, looking at you hesitantly in anticipation for how you would respond.
You were silent for a moment, your cheeks flushing in a way he'd always found adorable. He could tell you were contemplating the best way to explain it to him. "Yeah, I know what it is. It's where someone uses their mouth on their partner between their legs to make them feel good," You fidgeted with your fingers as you talked.
Were you..flustered about him asking? Kunikuzushi decided to press you further. He didn't know how else to ask other than being straightforward. He wondered if anyone had ever done it to you. He secretly hoped no one had.
Kunikuzushi wanted to have you all to himself. In every way. The thought of anyone else having your thighs squeezed around their head while you whimpered that you were cumming made him want to squeeze his hands around their throat until their eyes popped out of their sockets.
This, he gathered, must be jealousy.
"Has anyone gone down on you?" The blunt question blindsided you. Your cheeks flushed darker as you shook your head. "No, I haven't," He was delighted at how flustered and shy you looked. Studying human behavior told him that you'd fantasized about it before. Did he dare think that right at this moment, you were thinking about him eating you out?
Kunikuzushi didn't know if he could he bring himself to tell you that one time, he'd spied on you fingering yourself and rubbing your clit. He'd practically drooled, quietly panting as he watched your fingers pump desperately in and out of your hole. He'd palmed his cock with a trembling hand, listening to you moan and sigh.
"Can I go down on you? When I think about it, I get really hard," He responded, further throwing you for a loop. You suddenly wondered where he had learned to talk like this. He hoped that you'd been thinking about him while you fingered yourself that night. His cock had pulsed almost painfully hearing you whimpering that you couldn't cum, your lower lip pulled between your teeth as you rubbed and pinched your clit.
"S-Sure," You said, and Kunikuzushi swore that if he had a human heart, it would be beating right out of his chest. It overwhelmed him sometimes how strongly he could feel what classified as human emotions to him. You drove him to feel this way. He'd long since given up trying to fight it.
He got up and crawled onto your bed, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss as he crawled on top of you. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. He'd more than gotten ahead of himself a few times, his hands groping on your body while he pinned you underneath him or against the wall while he devoured your mouth with his.
Kunikuzushi had stopped apologizing for it after the second or third time. It has only spurred him on to do it more frequently when you showed you liked it, moving into his touches and pressing your body up against his.
He would never force himself on you, and now that you'd give him complete verbal permission instead of physical actions, he was less hesitant and more eager. His hands clumsily pawed at your clothes, his fingers shaking as he took your panties off last and spread your legs.
Kunikuzushi licked his lips as he parted the folds of your cunt with his hand. It looked pink, and soft, already damp in response to his hands groping on your body. The pads of his fingers rubbed on your clit, sweeping down to trace lines up and down on your cunt.
Your thighs felt soft as he groped and ghosted his wet fingers on the sensitive skin close to your cunt. Leaning down, his teeth nipped and sucked at your flesh, busying his fingers on your pussy again. He was eager to see how wet he could make you while he bit and sucked possessive bruises, his tongue prodding soothingly on the inflamed skin.
Your breaths started to come out shakily, your clit throbbing as his fingers circled and rubbed, sweeping down to circle your hole, rapidly soaking your juices on his skin. Your body was starting twitch in response, and that was what he wanted.
Your body was tensing in anticipation of his strokes. You were starting to crave him. To want him. And he latched onto that like a rabid dog with its jaws around a human limb.
Kunikuzushi decided it was time. His tongue swept out to trace the shape of your puffy pussy. His body tingled, your taste assaulting his tongue. His tongue drug slowly across your clit. He indulged in the texture of your cunt on his tongue, slowly prodding and swirling the tip around and around.
He vibrated moan on your pussy. Now he understood what the blacksmiths meant by pussy tasting good. Soft whines and moans keened from your parted lips, your hips grinding up against his mouth.
Kunikuzushi scooped your clit into his mouth to suck on. He was fascinated by the responses from your body. Your stomach started to twitch, your legs started to shake as louder moans sounded from you.
"Good girl," He moaned, making your back arch off the bed. He was focused on your every noise and every twitch as you started to writhe, your hips squirming and bucking into his mouth. His eyes rolled closed in bliss as he swept his tongue inside of you. Your hands found the back of his head, pressing his face down onto your cunt as you grinded into his mouth. "I can taste you better that way."
"Ah, Archons! Kuni," You cried out. Your hands tightened on his head, tugging at his hair as you held his face against your pussy. He was dragging his tongue in slow circles around your clit again. You gasped, your clit throbbing as your cunt clenched around nothing.
Kunikuzushi looked up at you, his eyes hazy and glassy with lust. You were crying out to the Archons, but you hadn't named one. Was he your God in this moment?
His tongue felt like it was exploring inside of you, swirling and lapping between your walls. He focused his tongue when your cunt clenched around him. He didn't think he'd ever tasted something so soft and desirably sweet.
The pleasure was dizzying, your orgasm building up tight in your core. You shivered as you writhed, his hands caressing your hips as he held your cunt against his mouth. He vibrated grunt on your clit, whimpering in bliss as drool pool down your pussy.
Kunikuzushi didn't notice he was whining and rutting against your mattress until cum spurted inside his pants. He was so carried away listening to your moans and broken whimpers, his body shaking as he held your hips down on the mattress.
"Cum for me, I need to taste it," Moaning, he latched his lips around your clit. He focused his sucks, swirling his tongue greedily. Your fingernails dug into the back of his scalp as your orgasm broke over you.
The way you clenched around his tongue as he lapped your release, ravenously tongue fucking you through your orgasm was intoxicating to him. He became addicted to that feeling.
After that, it became routine for Kunikuzushi to spend hours between your legs. He was breaking you slowly with his mouth. He was only growing more insatiable. Soon it would be with his fingers. And then his cock.
His thoughts were already swirling of burying his cock and fingers inside of you. You were starting to beg him to cum, which was perfect to him because he'd read about what bondage was. How exhilarating it would be for him to tie you up while he ate you out.
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YAY UR OPENNN AKSKSKWKWKWKEJW🌸 I MISSED U SM!! here's some flowers for u: 💐🌹🌸🏵🌸🌹🌹🌼
can i request for smut... uhm.. LIKE FRUSTRATED HUSBAND SCARA- AND AND READER JUST CAME HOME AT THE SAME TIME, and scara didn't know that reader went out SO IT FRUSTRATED HIM MORE- AND- AND HE BENDS U OVER THE BALCONY OMDMWJEEHHWHWHEHSH- and an ending where scara and reader fix their argument- if that's okay with u
currently playing genshin rn, farming for father arlecchino🎀
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Rough sex. Creampie. Slight Yandere Scaramouche.
Thank you for the flowers 🥺 Happy farming and good luck with your pulls. I'm skipping her sadly, but Scara's cons call❤️
If it wasn't one thing, it was another. If it wasn't someone messing up, someone was reporting in late. Scaramouche swore he could've squeezed a stress ball to mush in his hands from frustration. And to top it all off, he had to be away from you.
And he fucking hated that.
Thinking about how your lips lingered against his when he pulled away from his departing kiss this morning led to him thinking how much he wished he could be impaling you on his cock instead of dealing with this shit.
Scaramouche instantly knew you weren't home the moment he walked in the door. Which only frustrated him more. He'd told you to stay home like a good girl. And it didn't help that he was incredibly set in his ways. If he couldn't go with you himself then he liked to send an escort, or guard of sorts (as incompetent as his squad was).
You came through the door as he walked out onto the balcony to look around. "Scara, you are home," You said, smiling at him as you set a few bags down on the counter. "I missed you," You trotted up to him, and started to tilt your head up to kiss him.
He put a finger on your lips to stop you. "You went out?" He asked, glancing at the bags on the counter. The discontent was evident in his eyes. "You didn't tell me."
"Yeah, I just needed a few groceries. And we needed cat food," You narrowed your eyes stubbornly before you said what led to you being bent over the balcony once his hands finished furiously pawing your clothes off while he devoured your mouth in a harsh kiss: "I'm perfectly capable of going down the street on my own."
That wasn't the point. He knew you were strong, but that's exactly why you needed him to protect you.
Scaramouche's arm was wrapped around you, holding you against him as his fingers danced over your throbbing clit. You mewled feeling him pinch and roll your nipple, grinding down needily against his fingers.
"You should've told me," He growled, delivering another pinch to your nipple that sent a sharp jolt right to your swollen clit. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand suddenly came down across your ass, "If I couldn't have gone with you, I would've sent a guard."
"Scara, I-I--" The pads of his fingers rubbed firmer circles on your clit as you cried out, making your words die in your throat as your pussy started to clench around nothing. He continued to assault your clit, soaking his fingers in your juices, watching the way he you grinded against them.
Your head was fuzzy when Scaramouche took his hand off your clit to take out his cock. You jumped feeling the head smack wet against your clit. "Tell me who you belong to," He hissed, swallowing back a groan as he rubbed the head of his aching cock on your clit, "Say it," He smacked your ass again, soaking up your mewl of pleasure.
Grabbing a hand full of your hair, he pulled your head back. "Who do you belong to?!" He reiterated, smearing his precum on your clit before pushing his cock inside of you.
His cock pulsed as it stretched you apart, your pussy swallowing it as he bottomed out. He let out a shaky moan, pulling out half way so he could bury his cock deeper inside of you. His hips angrily pounded into yours, each thrust made your moans rose in octave as his cock kissed into your sweet spot.
"Yours! I'm yours, Scaramouche!" You cried out, your legs shaking as you pushed back against him, struggling to keep up with his pace. Your whole body trembled nearly limp with bliss as he pounded his cock inside of you.
Your words sounded so sweet in Scaramouche's ears. He kept an arm tightly braced around you, holding you against him. He put a hand on your neck, holding your head and sinking his teeth into your neck. He pulled a fold of skin into his mouth, sucking and grinding his teeth as he moaned muffled into your neck.
"Fuck, you are so tight, kitten," His groaned, his mouth sucking wetly on your neck. He prodded his tongue against the inflamed skin. He was fucking you possessively, getting lost in the pleasure of your walls squeezing around his cock while you moaned and whimpered for him.
You let out a broken sob of pleasure, your body shaking as your orgasm hit you. The only thing you could focus on was him and how good his cock felt dragging along your sensitive walls.
Scaramouche continued to bully his cock inside of you, intent on fucking you dumber through your orgasm. You felt every pulse of his cock as it ribboned cum inside of you, his body shuddering with pleasure as his thrusts turned sloppy.
His cheek nuzzled against your neck as he pulled out of you. "Want me to run you a bath?" He asked softly in your ear.
"Mhm," You murmured tiredly. "And feed the cats to," He chuckled as he turned you around, supporting you as you leaned against him.
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helloo, this is my first time requesting something but I have gotten obsessed with the way you write so-
I had this idea of a f!reader that is really not vocal in bed. And scaramouche absolutely GETS OFF to every little whimper and whine she makes because he doesn't hear it that often and makes an effort to hear *something* KDBDKDIEIDJD
Ok that's it, woohoo (with my luck i've already forgotten i even wrote this a day later so I'll just sign off with an M to remind myself, lmao)
~M
𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄
꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ scaramouche x fem!reader
꒰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ꒱ nsfw themes. cunnilingus. begging (both sides). fingering. penetration. kiss/bite marks. use of "baby" n "pretty girl". just the tip but not for long. he slaps his cock on your pussy like once + slight pussyjob?! (think that's it :3)
꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ꒱ he just wants to hear your cute little moans. is there really something wrong with that?
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄—this was actually drafted like... a few days ago?? i don't remember when but suddenly, now, at a random time of 4am i felt like finishing it so here u go !! might be a bit off or something cuz i did it while half awake 😭 LMAO [not proofread]
he's trying his best, he really is. all he wanted was to hear your pretty moans that tell everything he needs to know—that he's making you feel good.
scaramouche's tongue laps up your dripping arousal as his hands held your thighs apart. a soft sigh could be heard from him upon dragging a finger along your slit. that same finger soon enters your hole and finally, you let out a small moan. your voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it, "please moan for me, baby," scaramouche says and dips his head back down in between your legs. he plants a gentle kiss to your clit before speaking up again, "i really want to hear your pretty voice." he sounds almost... desperate.
he brings in another finger inside your pussy, curling them up at the perfect angle that he was sure would let you let out some kind of sound.
but all he got was silence.
a frown forms upon his lips but he won't give up. he leans down to suck on your clit all the while maintaining eye contact as much as possible. a deep blush appears across your cheeks, radiating heat on your skin. his hand makes it way to yours to guide it towards his head. you oblige in his obvious wishes and let your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair.
scaramouche pushes his fingers a bit deeper within you, in hopes that the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot ever so slightly. he wants you to be all needy for him. surely that'll get you talking, right?
after some time, he found himself already lost in the sounds of your cute whimpering whenever he thrusts his fingers inside. "...'m cumming, scara..." you quietly gasp out as he began to absolutely devour you. he's acting like he hasn't eaten in days (which he doesn't even need to do!) "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me."
you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body and bit by bit, moans began to continuously be drawn out from you. he smiles and lets out a low groan; upon standing up, you could clearly see how hard he was as he was stroking the length of his cock. slowly working it up from the base up to the tip.
he teasingly slaps his cock against your folds, eliciting a few good whimpers from you. since he felt like teasing you further, he slides the length of his dick along your slit. the head of it entering your hole every now and then but never fully settling inside you.
"tell me you want it." he spoke in a low and sultry tone.
"i want it." you replied upon throwing the last bit of your dignity out of the window, "i want you, scara. please..." a soft smile curls up his lips. affectionate kisses on your forehead and temples as he easily slid his cock inside. every sweet little sound you let out seems to drive him a little more crazier.
scaramouche's thrusts were slow, yet deep and precise—making sure that you felt pleasure rather than any hints of pain. "fuck, scara..." the way you gasped out his name with so much need laced in your voice. he fucking loves it.
"let me hear you some more, pretty girl." he whispers in between soft kisses on your collarbone as he felt like marking you with his kiss and bite marks. the feeling of that along with the head of his dick reaching your deepest parts sent shivers throughout your body.
he's glad to know that he's making you feel good.
and now he wants to fill you up for being such a good girl, all for him.
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Same person from the fem!Scara question!! I don't want to pressure you much tbh so sorry if I do I really am 😭🙏
Maybe like fem!Scara x fem!reader and you can choose if you want it to be fluff or smut I don't really mind either whatever you feel more confident with!❤️
��� you hate her (do you really?), but she’s the only way you can get better grades
— pairing : f!scaramouche x f!reader
— warnings : NSFW; humping; fingering; semi-public?; scara’s a bit degrading (she might say something hurtful but she also calls you “love”)
— a/n : don't worry about it, you're not pressuring me!! ;) ISTG IT WAS GONNA BE FLUFF WITH SOME SMUT AND ANGST AND SLOWBURN, BUT I GOT TOO HORNY IM SORRY!!!
The classroom was a mess again.
Every time it ended up like this, no matter how many different classes the two of you had together, she always managed to make friends in all of them, and her charm attracted people of all genders to her table.
Not that this fact bothered you, since you didn't have many friends in college. But it was different when she always sat next to you and talked in the middle of classes to whoever was next to her.
“Ah… excuse me, do you have a pencil?” You sigh, watching the interaction unfold in front of you. Your left cheek resting on your hand, and a girl with long indigo hair turns with a bright smile to hand the pencil to the colleague next to you.
As always, you were right to assume that it wouldn't end there. Soon the girl starts chattering about her life, exchanging phone numbers with flushed cheeks and biting her lips as she twirls a strand of green hair around her index finger. Scaramouche just responded with a smile and a nod, as usual. She was aware of her attractiveness to both boys and girls, but fooling around wasn't her focus at the moment. That's what she always said.
It irritated you how uncommunicative she was and yet it made her one of the most famous people around campus. Known for her perfect shiny hair, clean and soft skin, big round eyes and lashes that made her look like a doll. In addition to the perfect grades she got in every subject. There was nothing she was bad at, and yet, she still managed to handle her time perfectly to be so social, while also studying to the point of fainting. You don't quite know why though.
But despite everything, you didn't blame her, because deep down you knew it was your fault for not being like her, not being her. She would never know what was going on in your head, nor you in hers. And you’d never expose your dark thoughts for others to hear knowing how wrong you were for thinking that way. You would just have to stay as far away from her as possible. It wasn't that difficult, was it?
So why were you in the library, hugging Scaramouche's arm between your legs like a whore? Begging her to help you with your grades while wiggling your ass and looking at her with those puppy dog eyes like it was just an innocent offer?
To Scaramouche, you were nothing less than an ant. Hiding in the corner and focusing on writing down every single word the teacher said. In any case, your grades always fell and hers went up. Your frustrated expression whenever you received the results of a test and the crumpling of your trembling hands on the paper gave you away. She didn't care enough though, it wasn't her problem.
The different could be said about you, and she could almost feel sorry for those deep dark circles and those teary eyes, accompanied by the wet panties of someone whose pussy hadn’t been touched by an experienced hand in oh so long and someone who was willing to give everything in exchange for better grades and lessons by Scaramouche.
Her silly fingers taking advantage to ghost lightly above your heat, wondering why you wore such short and revealing skirts when you were a complete prude known for rejecting so many guys, almost forgetting your hopeful face desperately waiting for an answer.
Scaramouche's smile makes you swallow hard. She doesn't give you any comfort, despite the words she utters: “let's meet in the study room from now on then. Give me your number so we can choose the days for our meetings.”
You should be relieved, you will no longer need to turn to such low measures to get some alone time with the girl. You thought. But was it right to assume that she wasn’t gonna ask anything in return just because she hadn't responded to your offer to do anything for her? This was too easy.
The days when you were in the study room were peaceful. No one could hear anything from outside, just as you couldn't hear anything happening outside the room. Scaramouche was patient and explained you carefully, you hung on every word and it often left your mind in the clouds.
“Getting distracted, are we?” She said the first time, which made your face blush. Since when could a woman's voice get into your mind like that?
Calm wasn't the right word to describe how she sounded to you, because what your body felt was a hint of anything but calm in those moments.
“I brought some sweets. You like them, don't you? Let's take a coffee break."
And every time you were distracted, she would fill you with sweets and talk to you, keeping the atmosphere easy going and comfortable.
The week for your finals was approaching. Your anxiousness distracted you even more when you met, and Scaramouche tried to be as patient as possible through it. But with things going on at home and having to force a smile on her face at college all the time, she was at her limit.
It happened quite often. She’d put up with a lot of bullshit and the patience you started to grow familiar with, would wear thin the moment you ask her to explain the subject to you one more again. She’d make you be the one to pay for her headache this time.
And you did.
“Getting distracted again, are we?” Something in her voice changed, you couldn't wrap your mind around what. Maybe the hint of cynicism, or the gravity in the gentle tone she always carried in her voice. Something changed.
“‘M sorry… I’ll do better.” You apologized for the nth time in the same day, making Scaramouche's eyelid twitch in irritation.
“Well, I didn’t bring any sweets this time, isn’t that such a shame?” You slowly nod when she doesn't continue her speech and looks at you as if waiting for an answer before getting up and walking around your chair, standing behind it. “I’ll have to keep you busy some other way. Always being a dead weight.” She muttered the last part, but you could hear it anyway. Your heartbeat increasing dangerously when she sighs and holds your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks and turning it towards the giant mirror that was next to the study table.
“Weren’t you eager at first to give me something in return for teaching you? I want it now.” She demands, slowly releasing your face and reaching down to aggressively squeeze your breast through your clothes, making you gasp in surprise.
“You're so nervous that your nipples are hard all the time. Are you not aware of what a bra is, love?” Her hand makes space between the valley of your breasts. A tight strapless that made your torso so accessible to Scaramouche. Both for her touches and for her lustful eyes to see.
Her finger surrounds your hardened bud, while she lowers her other hand to your belly all the way to your pelvis and presses deliciously down there, making you throw your head back and lay on the girl's shoulder.
“If you eased your frustrations, you wouldn't be so worried about these stupid tests. Do you even touch yourself?” Your cheeks redden and you purse your lips together from embarrassment. “So… do you?” She asks again, clearly demanding an answer from you, and takes it as enough when you shake your head no.
“Too busy for that?” She scoffs, and all you want to do is stick your head under the ground. “It’s our break now, so you’re not wasting any time since we wouldn’t be studying right now anyway.”
She lifts your clothes over your breasts completely and takes off your skirt, leaving you in just your panties wetting the chair with the slick that coats your fabric.
“Look at this delicious tits…” she flicks your nipples between her fingers, getting your hips to press against your seat and your body squirm in need. “Always perk up like this or only when we meet?” She stares at you for a moment before laughing lowly. “You must not know, since you dress like a whore everywhere you go. And you still have to wonder why it attracts so much attention. Naive little thing.” You whine, pouting your lower lip and frowning to feign offense by her words, but it only makes her laugh.
Her hand goes down to caress the soaking area of what would be your panties, marked by your wet pussy, completely disabling the fabric and making you so uncomfortable under your clothes. Still, Scaramouche ignores your hopeless pleas to strip you out of your undergarments and start gently stroking your swollen clit. From time to time, squeezing it between her fingers to hear the sounds your mouth made. Your hand holds hers, trying to press it harder between your legs even though you feel instant shame the moment you see her smirk.
“Someone’s desperate. Go ahead and grind your little clit on my arm like you did that day, sweets.” She reminds you of the day you asked for her help in the first place, rubbing your clothed pussy against her arm when she just wanted to get a book. Likewise, you do as she asks, using both hands to hold her arm still and play with your clit on her soft skin.
The way you scrunch your beautiful face as she goes back to holding your face with one hand tightly so that you are forced to look at your reflection as you cover her arm with your juices, tears running down your face that drives her absolutely crazy to see the results inside your lacy panties. She reaches the limit when she hears you begging: “p-please, wanna cum so bad.” And press your hole to her fingertips in what would be a failed attempt to tear the fabric that separated the two of you.
“Shhh, let me see what you’ve done.” She tells you, kissing your temple and slipping down your underwear to take a look at your clenching walls. It takes her everything not to just fuck you with her skillful tongue right there, but she’s not giving you this time that easily.
With a goodbye kiss and perhaps a “see you another day” on your clit, she turns her head away from your intimacy. You don't even have time to reason and be disappointed before you feel her fingers playing with your entrance again, opening you up to the mirror and exposing everything to the two of you. Your essence went from your insides to down your ass, your aching red clit and your hole dying to be filled and she wasn’t gonna keep it from being played with.
You cover her mouth with awe as she circles your entrance with a finger, pushing it all the way in and keeping it there.
“Ohhh, it went right in~” she teases. “Can you take two at once?” And adds another one right after, without waiting for a response.
Your swollen bud remains ignored for a while, her fingers making long, deep back-and-forth movements quickly, only slamming her palm against the button for a second before pulling away. Wet noises were emitted by the amount of essence that came out of your pussy until Scaramouche was satisfied and pressed her palm on your clit to make delicious circles while her fingers explored your intimacy.
“You want to get off that badly, so I’m giving you what you want now.” She says, fresh breath hitting your neck from behind, kissing and nibbling the skin when she can. You moan loudly and turn your hand to hold onto the collar of her shirt, clenching harder around her fingers and biting your lower lip to suppress a scream when you feel yourself getting closer to your peak.
“Don’t hurt yourself like that, love.” She warns you, but your mind is too foggy to even focus on what's going on right now.
Clicking her tongue with impatience, Scaramouche lowers her head in front of your face and collides her lips with yours at the same time she buries her knuckles deep into your hole.
Your moans vibrate against her mouth as she swallows your beautiful sounds with her tongue. The pleasure is so overwhelming that your back arches and more tears fall down your face the moment you cum.
She does not hesitate to get down on her knees and lick everything off of you and her fingers before standing up, despite your strong grip on her shirt that tells her not to go away like that.
“You’ll have to do better next time so I can reward you then.” She fixes her tie in front of the mirror and throws her soft hair back, not knowing how excited for the next study session she was making you.
The question after all is: you wanna be her or do you wanna be hers?
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imagine . . . meeting online bsf scara . ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
⤷ fem!reader. nsfw utc. ﾉ overstim. praise. creampie.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t know that you caught feelings for him over the internet.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who reluctantly, and with shaky hands, texts you one morning ;; ‘ want 2 meet up ? ’
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who drives over 4 hours ,, all just to see you <3
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who has his hood up in the freezing cold rain, waiting for you to open the door, shifting from foot to foot ‘cause he’s so anxious !
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s gaze softens after seeing your figure at the door—you looked even prettier in person.
“scara!” you spoke with a joyful expression, immediately flinging your arms around him and pulling him in your warm, comforting embrace. “come in, you’ll catch a cold otherwise.” and he prays you don’t see the burning blush on his cheeks.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s awkward for the first hour in ,, before boldly asking to stay the night. ( you agree ! )
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s constantly stealing glances at your lips ,, not failing to notice your creeping blush as he grows closer in proximity.
your cheeks were glowing a bright pink, which was hard to miss, even if you tried to hide it. you clear your throat, saying something to scaramouche which only gets drowned out in the pool of awe in his brain. it’s now or never, he tells himself.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who goes on his instinct, clashing his lips with yours, seeking the taste of you he’s been wanting for so long.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s lips are soft as they mould with yours, perfectly slotting his tongue in between your lips, as if you both were made to be with each other.
the way he cupped your jaw and angled it so he could kiss you was perfect. warmth bloomed in your chest as he pulled away for air, observing your stunned state for a quick moment before immediately pulling you back in. you sent him reeling, enchanting him and hypnotising him to go back in for more. your taste, your scent, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger already and you don’t even realise it yet.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s hand slyly creeps up the hem of your shirt to grasp your waist, pulling you flush to him with no room for escape.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t waste any time in pinning you to the bed ,, his needy hands beginning to tug your clothes off.
“i’ve wanted you for so… so long,” he whispered against your lips, a hushed confession only meant for your ears to hear. his hands go down to your thighs, kneading them as if you were malleable putty in his hands. his breath fans upon your lips, heated pants against your spit-glossed lips. “let me have you, please.”
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whispers sweet nothings into your ears as he slowly slides his leaking cock into your cunt.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s so pent up from your teasing glances, he blatantly refuses to stop after you orgasm.
“nuh-uh… that’s too bad. you should’ve thought about that before you gave me those bedroom eyes,” he spoke in a condescending tone, your velvety walls only tightening around him from it. “oh? you liked that, hm?”
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who peppers comforting kisses up the side of your neck and trails them to your lips after hearing your overstimulated moans and whines.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whimpers into your sloppy kiss about how much he’s needed you and craved you over the time you’ve been friends.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who praises you and touches you as if you were the most fragile china vase in the world, his caresses proving to stir the warmth in you.
“so pretty,” he murmurs against your lips as you came around him, your slick oozing around his cock and creating a creamy ring at the base. “fuck, f-fuck… so good, all for me, mhm?”
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who after spilling inside of you, cleans you up and runs you a bath, confessing his feelings as you two bathe in the warm water.
his hands brush through your soapy hair, massaging your scalp satisfyingly. “i love you.” he blurted out without thinking, his eyes widening once you turn around and look him dead in the eye. his heart drops, but hearing you reciprocate his affection makes his mouth tug up into a grin. until, he grips your head and turns it forward harshly, telling you to shut up so he can finish washing your hair with a smile.
﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s just so happy you’re finally his, and his alone. <33
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𐙚 (a not so) secret obsession
⟡ he’s aware of everything you did and thought :)
— pairing : nerd!scaramouche x gn!reader (I almost forgot he was supposed to be a nerd tho)
— warnings : NSFW; masturbation (with a pen?); humping; reader’s dirty; cunnilingus; raw sex; cumming inside; a bit of a breeding kink in the end ig
— a/n : part 2 of “secret obsession”. This one was meant to be for my bday :) ALSO, IDK WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHEN SMTH SMELLS GOOD😭
I keep thinking about reader using one of Scaramouche's pens — which he used for the research the two of you were working on together — to masturbate while he went out to buy snacks at the convenience store.
Your panties were soaked from the beginning, since you arrived at his house and sat down at the table to work. That’d be your reward for waiting so much.
It's not your fault! It's just that the sight of him, studying and squeezing his fingers so that they turned white from the pressure placed around the pen made you think about what he would do to you then... Your pussy throbs just thinking about it. But you needed to control yourself during your meetings because it wasn't every day you could meet Scaramouche.
Not to mention that the deadline for submitting the work was approaching and you were afraid of what would happen when there was no longer anything keeping you together.
Who knows, maybe this time, you could leave another object covered in your slick for Scaramouche to obliviously use later. Maybe get off with the help of one of his boxers and then put it back in the drawer the way it was. It doesn't matter, because he’d be wearing something marked by you and that alone is enough.
Still in your panties, you press the back of the pen against your clothed clit. You are so swollen and sensitive that this alone is enough to elicit a moan from you. Your hand covers your mouth immediately, almost forgetting that there were neighbors and you didn't want them to bother Scaramouche later.
But when pushing the object against your covered hole becomes too little for you, your hands impatiently strip you out of your panties. You are careful to leave it down to your knee in case something happens and you have to quickly adjust.
Pussy is so wet that it goes in and out easily. Your walls tighten to accommodate the pen, and you whimper. Scaramouche must be much bigger than that. You think, picking up the pillow you were lying on and hugging yourself to it as you push your pussy against the bed so the pen goes deeper.
Your face sinks into the soft cushion and you can smell his hair. Scaramouche's hair. Closing your eyes and imagining him filling you while you buried your face in his neck was enough to push you to your limit for today and you were almost there. Putting your legs around the pillow and moving your hips in any way, as long as it gave you the necessary pleasure. You are so close...
“What are you doing in my bed?” A voice calls from behind. Your body freezes in place and your movements come to a stop. “No, go on. You weren’t shy when you were fucking yourself on my pillow earlier.” Scaramouche scoffs. You hesitantly turn around, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, a bag full of goodies in his hand and staring at you with his arms crossed with a smirk on his face.
“Matter of fact, you weren’t shy before too. Do you think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?” You swallow hard and look at him with a confused expression. “Don’t act like an idiot. Your entire body exudes of that sweet perfume you wear and that same smell drenches my clothes.” He uncrosses his arms and leaves the bag on the floor before approaching the bed, crawling over to you and covering your body with his, face really close to your ear. “If you wanted to hide it, you should’ve at least fixed the mess you left in my drawer.” He whispers.
A chill runs down your spine and you look at the sheets beneath you, too embarrassed to face him now.
“Should’ve asked for my help.” You gasp as he pushes the pen that was about to fall out of you deeper into your walls. “Feels good having my pen up your hole?” He holds it firmly and pushes it against you, thrusting in and out.
“‘M sorry-” You whine lowly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. To think that something so small would make you so wet and desperate for more, trying to go deeper into the pen with the rocking of your hips, but the lack of the object ceases your movements and makes your body fall limp against the mattress as Scaramouche edges you. He takes it to his mouth to lick the pen clean.
The pen is put back in its case in a second, and he pushes everything to the floor after carelessly closing the zipper, clearing all the space for you on the bed.
Your legs are hastily opened, exposing you as much as possible and tearing down the seam of your panties that were still pulled down. Scaramouche doesn’t care, analyzing the juices that run down your slit up close, his breath hitting your clit tortuously and getting worse when he reaches down to touch you with the tip of his tongue, retrieving it back when a line of your precum connects his mouth with your essence.
“You taste as good as you smell.” He savors your taste inside his mouth. “Almost enough to get me hooked.” He lifts your thighs that were closing in shame once again and positions his face in the middle of them, slowly massaging your clit with his wet muscle.
His eyes close, almost ignoring the slurred sound your vocal chords make with pleasure as he enjoys your sweet nectar. It was a flavor he had never tasted, and sickeningly sweet. Normally he would strongly disapprove of sweets, but this hint of bitterness mixing in the background was beyond heavenly, making him hum against your pussy and bring his face closer to your intimacy.
You try your best to look back to get a glimpse of what he's doing, but even with his eyes closed, he slaps your thighs every time you dare to turn your head. You never thought you would have Scaramouche like this, nothing more than a fever dream in your troubled head. Much less with him acting this way, which you thought coming from a nerdy virgin, would be the complete opposite in reality.
In college, Scaramouche gave off an inexperienced sight, unattractive to the other girls in the classes you had together. He was clumsy and quiet, the complete opposite of what he was now in bed. And only you could have him like this, only you could see what he hid behind that facade and made your mind bubble.
His tongue sucked everything that came out of you, lapping up your juices with pride and smearing his entire face with the glistening liquid. Every time he swallowed, the gulping sounds were audible and made you even more turned on. What was slow and torturous becomes fast and desperate. He drinks you in like he's thirsty, and you can only hear the wet sounds of his tongue against your slit, and the low moans he starts to release, which fill the room embarrassingly.
The sound of his belt coming undone makes you look down with lustful eyes, seeing him palm his erection and press his cock against the fabric. The reason why he started to moan.
A wet stain marked the tip and grew larger as his fingers wrapped around his girth to fuck his fist. Despite this, he didn't lower his underwear and insisted on continuing to suck you as he smeared his clothes and sheets, speeding up the movements of his hand as he did with his tongue.
“S-Scara- nnmh… please slower!” You shout, the demanding voice that makes him roll his eyes and go even faster just to spite you.
You can feel your heart pounding in your pussy, and your sensitivity increasing as his nose rubs against your red bud, his breath harsh against your clit and bringing you to your peak.
Your arms hold up to the pillow, where you squeeze the soft fabric with your hands, turning your knuckles white from the intensity with which you grip. There's no time to warn Scaramouche, and you think that even if you did he wouldn't care about your mess, because in the next second your back is arched and your hips are rocking against his face as a gush of a clear liquid covers his face and clothes.
“…'m sorry.” Your quiet apologetic mumbles are of no use to Scaramouche, who licks his lips and wipes the rest of his face with his sleeve before looking you in the eyes. A penetrating, unforgiving look as he pushes your legs higher against your chest, squeezing your breasts between your knees and leaving you open-mouthed in surprise. He puts an end to what’s left of your panties that still cling to your legs so that nothing gets in the way too.
“I-If you’re truly sorry, then you’ll do this one thing for me, yeah?” You look at him in confusion as he throws your legs over his shoulders and pulls down his soaked underwear. Cock throbbing and desperate for relief. Scaramouche's breathing is still heavy, and he feels like he'll pass out if he feels you now, but he needs this.
He slams his hard dick against your entrance a few times and spreads precum on your clit before pushing it against your hole. You both grunt at the sensation, and Scaramouche's vision blurs, all his weight thrown onto you and making you hug him with your legs to get him closer, because it was addictive.
He starts moving his hips. This position makes you feel much deeper for him, and he wants to get as far as he can go, thrusting until the tip of his cock kisses your cervix before his balls slap against your ass and the sweet symphony of skin against skin fills the room and drives him crazy.
“Mmm! Mmm please… pussy feels too good- hahh.” He would moan more than you too :0 taking advantage of your body and slamming his pelvis against your clit to bring out several orgasms from you.
In the end, his cum is dripping out of you so much that he has to push it all in with his dick again, so you can't blame him!
“Gotta keep it all inside.” After all. His fingers gather his seeds and place them at your entrance before he positions the tip of his cock and pushes it all inside you again. No matter how much you warned him that this wouldn't work and that everything would overflow again, he’d continue, asking you “weren't you hungry for cock? That’s what you get.”
You even forget the condom, but it's not like that bothers you and bothers him too. Of course, you do mention this to him, but he only responds with “is it that much of a problem? You’re such a slut that I know you’d get happy if I got you pregnant, wouldn’t you?” His mouth near your ear while he abuses your swollen pussy for the thousandth time that day so that you’re the only one able to hear his sweet voice.
Or was it night right now? It was getting late...
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Something I was just scribbling in my notes but decided to post to make up for my lack of writing these days
¡Warnings!: Super self indulgent, written at 2 am so probably has a bunch of mistakes and descriptions that don't make sense, Scara is super mean here, No proper ending, Pure smut!
Scaramouche had wanted to do this for so long, to finally corrupt your innocent little mind as he reformed your insides with his cock. When your parents announced that they were going to be away for a few days, he jumped at his chance.
The next thing you knew, the side of your face was pushing smushed against the one of the many pillows strewn across your bed. The fluff was stained with your tears, sweat and drool, your cries muffled further by the material with each push of his hand holding you down. Another propped up your hips so he could drill his dick into you from a better angle.
You had no idea how perfect you looked from his view, body limp beneath him as he pounded away at your pussy. A groan resonated in his chest when he felt you clench around him again, signaling the approaching of your nth orgasm of the night. His other hand reached down to play with your swollen clit, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud between his nimble fingers, relishing the way your hips bucked into his hand subconsciously.
You knew you were about to cum too, and dread filled your mind. You genuinely felt like you couldn't handle another orgasm, and you attempted to make it known, "Please Scara—! Hnn.. N-no more! 'S too.. Ahhn...! Too much!" Scaramouche only chuckled at your whiny pleas, purposely increasing his pace just to spite you. He was determined to make you fall apart on his cock, over and over again if he could. Because you looked so fucking beautiful everytime you did.
A partly concealed scream fell from your mouth as your climax hit you like a truck. Your juices creating a creamy ring around the base of his cock as he kept up his pace. His eyes narrowed as tears fell from your eyes, replacing the ones that already dried from before. Scaramouche couldn't resist leaning down, his bare chest flush against your sweaty back as his tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe up the side of your face. He swore his cock got harder as he tasted the salty liquid on his tongue and his fingers dug into your delicate hips some more,"You taste so fucking delicious. Go on, cry some more f'me, baby. Never seen someone who looked as pretty as you when they cry.."
You might pass out if you were to endure much more of this. Your teary eyes desperately searched for something to ground yourself with and they fell on your favourite teddy bear that you slept with every night. It's beady eyes stared right back at you and you felt sorry that it had to witness you in such an unbecoming state. Scaramouche didn't even let you turn the faces of your stuffed animals to the wall when he made his intentions clear. Your hand desperately reached out to the toy and you clutched it as close as you could, attempting to find comfort within your inanimate companion.
Such luxury was only momentary when you realized your grasp was empty once more and your teddy was lying pitifully on the floor next to your bed. Your cry was followed by a sadistic laugh of his own as Scaramouche moved the hand that was holding your head down to grasp your cheeks, squeezing in a way that puckered your lips as he craned your neck painfully in his direction. "Oh, you're too adorable! Trying to distract yourself with a stupid bear? I have a better idea, why don't you take what I fucking give you like a big girl, hm? You're not five anymore, you know." His words were full of condescension and mockery, clearly intended to make you miserable.
Sobs mixed with pathetic whimpers keened from your sore throat as you were cruelly reminded of his dick splitting your walls apart. Your hands found purchase within your pillow instead as you desperately wished this would be over soon. Scaramouche watched your dainty form with a smirk on his face. Your incoherent babbling was cute, as was the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the undeniable pleasure he was forcing on you.
Oh, how Scaramouche delighted in seeing you become nothing but a dumbed down doll used for nothing but his pleasure. Don't get him wrong, he loves you, but he loves breaking you more. He makes a mental note in his mind to do this more often.
#genshin smut#smut#x reader smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader smut#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader smut#scara smut#scara x reader smut#✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*
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I’ve been waiting for this moment yippee😈
Can I request dom archon scara x fem kitsune reader smut where scara loves to tease reader by pulling her tail especially during seggs 🫣
Archon!Scaramouche x Hybrid!Kitsune fem reader. Smut. Finger sucking. Degradation. Fingering. Tail pulling. Dom!Scara. God Complex
Sorry this took me so long to get to😭
You were on your knees in front of him, your ears droopy in submission. Your cheek nuzzled against his thigh, a shy blush coating your cheeks as it brushed up against his hardening cock. Nuzzling your cheek against his thigh again, your tongue swept out to lick his cock.
After a few moments, your felt two taps on your forehead, a signal for you to look up at him. There was a predatory smirk on Scaramouche's face, his electric eyes glinting as he looked down at you.
"Tell me, slut," He purred, pushing two fingers into your mouth, "do you worship your Archon?" The way you obediently open your mouth for him, your tongue wet and worshipping as you lapped at them made his cock throb. You were more than showing your utter submission to him.
You nodded. Your tail swished as you moaned, sucking happily on his beautiful fingers as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. Drool pooled from the corners of your mouth, gagging as he pushed his fingers into your throat.
Making you suck on his fingers was one of his favorite ways to show dominance over you.
A trail of saliva connected your tongue to his fingers when he withdrew them from your mouth. He wrapped a hand around one of your ears, tugging enough to make you yelp in bliss. "On your hands and knees, ass in the air. Show your God how wet you are for him," He commanded in a way that made you shiver.
You did as you were told, crawling onto your hands and knees on the bed. You dropped down onto your elbows, blushing as you angled your hips up.
Scaramouche feasted his eyes on the sight of your drooling cunt presented to him, roughly groping your ass before wrapping his hand around your tail. You gasped, your back arching more as new coat of your slick seeped onto your cunt.
He laughed, tugging on it again to hear your mewl of embarrassed bliss again. He could never resist taking advantage of the sensitivity of your tail just to tease you. "Well go on, beg for it," He parted your folds, his fingers sliding easily around your puffy clit, "Cry about how much you want your God's cock."
He plunged two fingers inside of you, abruptly curling them into your sweet spot. You cried out, your legs shaking as you pushed back into his fingers.
"Please, please, I want my Archon's cock inside of me," You moaned, your eyes rolling in as his increased the pace of his fingers. Stronger jolts of pleasure went straight to your throbbing clit, drool soaking against your cheek and into the pillow. "I want it more than anything!"
Your orgasm curled tighter with each thrust of his fingers, your pussy squeezing tight around them. Every word you said made his cock pulse. He couldn't resist building you up a little more before taking it away, pulling his fingers out of you to tug on your tail again.
Your cunt clenched around nothing, tears stinging in your eyes. Scaramouche kept a firm grip on your tail, lining his cock up with your entrance. With a long, husky groan, he slowly bullied his cock inside of you inch by inch, his hand tightening on your tail.
The brutal pace he immediately picked up left you breathless, hardly giving you any time to adjust to his length. Your fingers gripped the pillows, shameless moans and high pitched cries only serving as fuel for him to pound his cock into your sweet spot.
"Is my fox whore gonna cum?" He moaned, letting go of your tail to give your clit a wet smack. Your back curled as you mewled, seeing stars as you clenched around his cock. He groaned in bliss, pinching and rubbing your clit to help you along.
The word yes could barely leave your mouth, the intensity of your orgasm overwhelming as you creamed on his cock. "That's right slut, cum for your God," He moaned, his cock pulsing cum inside of you.
Scaramouche smeared any cum that leaked from your cunt dominantly on your clit.
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