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chuzu-archive · 2 years
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mdni. roughish face fucking& whiney scara& gn!reader has a dick . 🐺scara cant decide whether he wants u in him or if he wants u dead
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fucking scara’s face& watching his pretty eyes fill with tears as he looks up at u w flushed cheeks. trying ur best to keep some decorum& not pull on his hair too harshly (to his disappointment). his hands r pawing at ur thighs, switching between opening his palms to digging his fingers into ur skin. his eyes haze in& out of focus, gagging long abandoned, nd if u try to take it out to b polite nd NOT cum down his throat, he’ll get pathetically whiney like u ruined something.. grabbing ur dick nd jerking it off hard like a half assed punishment as u finish all over his hands. he’s breathing heavy like he wants more, he needs more, nd his voice rasps as he mutters something ab how rough& disrespectful u are (despite trembling for ur touch — straddling ur hips nd lacing his hands in urs to bring them up to hold his waist, inviting u to touch him w a tilt of his head, bangs wet w sweat falling over his half lidded, glassy eyed gaze).
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my-yandere-love · 2 years
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I hate you! but.... i love you... |Scaramuche, enemies to lovers part 1/?|Modern AU
Si digo "voy a revivir" y me vuelvo a morir, sinceramente me dan bajones de animo y no quiero escribir pero hoy me termine de leer dirty litte traitor, recomendable lamentablemente esta completamente en ingles, y retome esta idea que tenia hace chingo de tiempo. Trataré de publicar almenos 1 vez al mes.
[y/n] Una persona normal, una persona promedio, una estudiante promedio que no le gusta hablar mucho y tampoco estudiar, se encontraba en el patio de la escuela, peleando con el recién llegado hace 2 semanas... ¿Pero como llegamos aquí?
Dos semanas antes
Te encontrabas en clase leyendo mensajes de parte de tu hermano mayor, nada muy interesante es decir el casi nunca te contesta y recién notaste sus mensajes, en eso escuchaste al profesor llegar de inmediato guardaste el celular y te levantaste como los demas en señal de respeto, volteaste hacia la puerta, ahí lo viste por primera vez, un chico de cabello purpura no parecía muy alegre su cara era bastante seria pero le daba su encanto. -El día de hoy se integra un nuevo compañero a clases, preséntate.
-Mi nombre es scaramuche, vengo de otra escuela.
Eso fue todo lo que dijo, un tono algo frio que pareció le gusto a media población femenina de tu salon, odiabas eso pero soportaste y evitarte decir algo, evitar peleas era lo mejor que podías hacer ahora. Así empezaron las clases, cruzaste mirada con el unas cuantas veces pero nada mas.
Al terminar la primera sesión viste como literalmente casi toda la población femenina se acerco a el, odiabas lo horny que podia ser u salon, los conocías y sabias que liberalmente todas ellas estaban buscando una noche con el nuevo, asi que bufaste e señal de desapruebo, no contabas con que ella te escucharía.
-¿Tienes algun problema y/n?
Ese tono, ésa voz la conocías muy bien, Liliar (yuko perdón por usar uno de tus 40 nombres) la chica popular de tu salon, chasqueaste la lengua y suspiraste "Aquí vamos denuevo" pensaste, liliar y tu no tienen una buena historia ella te molestaba en la escuela y eran vecinas, siempre te trato mal sabias que ella tenia la culpa de muchas cosas malas que te pasaron pero la evadías y una vez la enfrentaste. Dejo de molestarte pero nunca perdía la oportunidad de molestarte o hacerte quedar mal.
-Nada... ¿Por qué lo dices?
Tu actuación de hacerte la desentendida aveces te ayudaba a zafarte pero esta vez no funciono.
-¿Cual es tu problema?, siempre desapruebas lo que los demas hacen y haces esas señas, acaso estas celosa de la atencion que recibe el nuevo
El chico volteo a verte y tu tomaste aire tratando de no explotar
-No tengo ningún problema, ¿celosa? ¿yo? se nota que a pesar de años de conocernos no me conoces ni un poquito, vete al cara- -¿Por que eres tan agresiva con ella?
Otra voz intervino,tuviste recuerdos de hace años, tomste aire pero ya no pidiste mas
-Te importa un carajo, todos son tan....ciegos, ¡tch! me voy
Y asi saliste del salon a tomar algo, odiabas como siempre se ponían de su lado pero después de tomar un poco de agua reflexionaste.
-Mierda.
Habías perdido toda oportunidad de socializar con el nuevo, ¿como era? ¿scaramuche? sisi eso era, casi siempre te sentías sola, un amigo no haria mal, pero con ese arranque pequeño ya estabas pensando en conseguir de otras escuelas.
Lo peor seria unos dias después, era clase de biología, tocaba abrir un raton, nunca te gusto la sangre, mucho menos abrir animales, tomaste aire, tu intención era hacerlo rapido para no sufrir y todo iba bien.
Demasiado.
Bien.
Como si de un león tratando de intimidar a su presa liliar te miro, con una sonrisa, suspiraste y decidiste no hacer nada o siquiera mirarla al poco rato pediste permiso para ir al baño, mientras regresabas notaste que el profesor salió y regresaba de algun lugar, al regresar a tu lugar notaste algo diferente en tu lugar, habia un trozo de una parte del raton en tu asiento si fuera la piel quiza podrías evitar verla, pero era otra cosa completamente roja y viscosa, un grito escapo de tus labios. Varias risas se escucharon sabias quien habia sido pero de contuviste hasta que derrepente alguien se puso frente a ti.
-No deberias hacer mucho ruido, hay quienes queremos trabajar.
Era el, el peli-morado te miro completamente serio, en eso viste a esa chica reir.
-Es tu culpa verdad tu lo hiciste?
-Siempre me culpas de todo! eres tan mala y/n
Varios susurros coincidían con ella.
-Hace poco llegue, pero eres muy agresiva con ella, siempre la culpas de lo mas mínimo, segun lo que me dijeron no es la primera vez.
-No hables de lo que no sabes. También te dijo sobre quien soy tan mala?
-Cuando me lo dijeron no lo creí del todo, pero al parecer no se equivocan
Chasqueaste la lengua en eso escuchaste tu celular vibrar lo sacaste y leiste
"Fue fácil distraer a todos, ellos siempre estarán de mi lado no importa que"
Eso termino tu paciencia, esa maldita manipuladora.
-TU ESTUPIDA MANI-
Un empuje te detuvo de ir hacia ella, era scaramuche, el primer encontronazo de varios.
*ei tamos de vuelta, me dio por escribir este tipo de historias esperen la parte 2, agradezco si leen esto
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captaincryolicious · 1 year
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just finished the sumeru arc and man what a wild ride it was...
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scarasweetheart · 2 years
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cali theme change?!?
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CALI THEME CHANGE HOW WE FEELIN
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zorosdimples · 11 days
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kae beloved :’3 may i ask what would scaramouche/wanderer say hehehe, in return i think zoro would squeeze you against his chest until you say you’re all better C: maybe even swish you around to get a giggle out of you !! or just sitting by you in silence, he’ll do anything because he’s not going to just stand there and watch you mope . he could never leave you alone to hold that weight all by yourself !! :’) you can always depend on him < 3 it’s what he wants to do for you too
dilly bean!!!!!! stooooop zoro is such a lover and will fight tooth and nail to make the bad mood go away. you’re so right that he has to do something—he’s never one to sit back and watch his loved ones suffer :’-)
as for scaramouche… okay please keep in mind i have only met in him genshin as the balladeer, and know very little about his character (i’m about to start sumeru)!
scara is a little shit, and in true little shit fashion, his method of making you feel better is unorthodox: he decides that you should both devise and enact a prank. you have to be the voice of reason (i.e. ensure that the prank remains a prank and not an act of anarchy), but scara has some truly devious ideas; you get so carried away in the process that you forget why you were upset in the first place!
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diorsbrando · 1 year
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well well well if this isn't Sosa - @kunikxzxshi
scara??????? SCARAAAAAAAAA ???? nah why did my body get so hot all of a sudden 🧍🏾‍♀️ um ummm! how are you? it is me sosa 🥺
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merakiui · 6 months
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I AM RABID. this version of scaramouche……. oh my oh my oh my OH MY orz i’m on my knees for him. \(//∇//)\ HE’S SOOOOO AAAAAAAAA
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AND THEN CIRCUS SCARA??????
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AND HACKER SCARA???????????
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SUMMER SCARA AS WELL!!!!!
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it’s a mouchey meal. i’m so not normal. i’m insane, in fact. OTL OTL OTL
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sakuraoora · 1 year
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OMG WE HAVE THE SAME PFP AND THEME LMFAO!??
BAHAHAHA THATS AMAZING
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venexus · 2 years
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thinking about scaramouche and grabbing his cheeks to smother him with kisses, squishing them as you do, making his lips pout and his nose scrunch. he tries to object to you, but it's all merely stubborn pretence as you press another kiss to his face... and another... and yet another still.
in fact, behind the rolling eyes and plastered frown, he's practically melting at the physical affection you're showing to him. every single time your lips pass against his skin, electric sparks lie in their wake, tracing unfathomable patterns from cheek, to nose, to forehead and back again. it's as though every single atom in his body is ablaze, burning steadfast from the kindling your touch provides.
even as other fatui soldiers pass the room you've dipped away into, he cannot seem to care about being seen like this. the most he does is throw a glare over your shoulder as you take a moment's reprieve, enough to scare off anyone bold enough to try and nose around for too long. (besides- if anyone were to dare call him out on it, it would be their final words.)
of course, you're the only one he'd allow to get away with such blithe impropriety towards him. you understand him, in a way he never thought another person could. in a way that, after so many years of being abandoned and alone, he had convinced himself he did not even deserve. and as such, he supposes you can be allowed to take a handful of extra liberties around him.
so he lets your assault continue, closes his eyes and downright enjoys the love you have to give him. when you pull back to take a break, he even finds himself reaching across to kiss your cheek in return. because, for once, he decides he's allowed to be selfish with his own emotions.
and you are so very worth being selfish for.
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cheesecakethots · 6 months
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Part 2 to this.
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He had never been so caring for another, the guard noted. Lord Scaramouche was not the caring type, after all.
Despite that, the man had watched the lord express actual worry for you, the one huddled away in his tent as he barked orders at soldiers to find medicine, make warm soup, and heat up water. One of them had had his fingers broken for making the food too cold for the harbingers liking.
On the very few occasions the guard was permitted inside the tent, he had caught glimpses of the lord knelt beside your feverish figure in bed, the back of his hand softly resting on your forehead. If they had been any longer in finding you…
The few medics in camp were situated nearby, with any and all injuries not held by you being mostly ignored for the time being. You had barely been conscious for the past few days, slipping in and out, with some mumbled and confusing phrases leaving chapped lips.
The guard is brought out of his memories when Lord Scaramouche passes him, dramatically parting the tent covering and entering with a few quick strides. He immediately makes a beeline for your cold, limp body tucked away in bed.
Scaramouche places a hand to your cheek. His frown deepens, and you groan, glazed over eyes opening only a fraction.
“M…Mother?”
A sigh escapes him. His soulmate really is pitiful… and weak.
“… You’re safe now,” he mutters, surprised for a moment at the tinge of emotion in his own voice.
“Do… I have to help c…cook dinner?”
“No. You’ll never be doing that again.”
“Oh… okay…” A yawn leaves your throat.
“Go to sleep.”
“Can we have… chocolate later? I bought some… to share,” you murmur, trailing off until your breathing becomes light, and your eyes fully close.
The lord sighs. A shiver wracks through your body, despite the multiple animal hides you have on. He’s certain that his men have destroyed the surrounding ecosystem just to keep you warm, but, oh well.
He stands, hesitantly turning away from you. You need more blankets, maybe some more soup, anything to keep the fever from taking you away from-
Oh. His eyes widen, and he glances back to you, and then at the shaking hand pulling on his fingers.
“Don’t… leave me…”
You’re still asleep. It’s not as though you’re conscious and would know if he left, is it? It’s not as though your plea is anything more than some deluded fairytale in your mind, is it?
“I won’t.”
Curses.
Curse him, and curse you for awakening something he didn’t think he had, something in his chest that for centuries he was sure was simply an empty void of nothing.
He wants to scoff and leave you here, to tell you that he has no need for someone as weak as you in his life. He wishes he had left you tied to that tree and just kept moving, that he had never felt the touch of your skin against his own. That he had felt absolutely nothing, that he hadn’t felt a stab of fear for the first time in a long time when carrying your freezing cold body back to camp. It would’ve saved him a lot of trouble.
He doesn’t let go of your hand for a long, long while.
The next morning he leaves you alone for a short time, an hour at most. He regrets it when he comes back to you standing on two wobbly knees, the parts that make him up jolting at the sight.
“What are you doing?!”
You flinch, yelping when you abruptly turn to him and lose your balance. Hands, ones that send a feeling of static and electricity straight to your very core, are soon grasping onto you, holding you up before you can hit the ground.
“Are you daft?” The man spits out, visibly aggravated.
“Wh-What? What?”
“Get back in bed. I won’t ask you again.”
You don’t move, the sensation that comes with his touch only growing the longer the two of you stand.
“You’re… you’re…?” You whisper, eyes widening.
He pauses, the irritation in his expression dropping a little. After a beat, his lips part.
“… Yes.”
“We were in the woods, right? My village, they…”
Any softness on his face is wiped away the moment you mention your old home, and the people that resided in it. No longer waiting, he lightly pushes you back, leading you into the makeshift bed below. A blanket is soon wrapped around your quivering shoulders.
“Eat this,” he orders, pulling something out of his pocket and holding it close to your lips.
Chocolate.
“I’m not-“
“Eat.”
You tentatively take it from him, and the atmosphere grows awkward, at least for you, while he watches you chew on the rest of it.
“Thank you, it was delicious,” you tell him, truthfully. You haven’t had chocolate in a long time, as it was simply too expensive for your family to afford. Your mouth curves downwards into a frown.
“Rest.”
You don’t. You’re not sure if you can.
“My family, they let them take me. They didn’t… they didn’t stop them. They must…” A gasp is torn from you, and you meet his eyes once more. “How long has it been?”
“… Three days.”
You begin rise to your shaky feet, “I-I must go back, they’ll think that I’m-!”
He pushes you back down effortlessly.
“Are you a fucking fool?”
You can’t help but flinch at the absolute venom in his tone, but he isn’t done yet, towering over you.
“What do you think will happen if you go back, hm? That they’ll accept you with open arms, or they’ll send you right back to where I found you? Or, better yet, maybe they’ll set you alight there and then, rather than troubling themselves in having you freeze to death, they’ll instead watch you burn. Would you like to test if your family would spare you from that? Hm?”
You have never felt this small in your entire life.
“I-“
“Enough.” It appears the question was rhetorical, and your mouth closes, quickly feeling very dry.
His chest shudders with each deep breath he draws in, and he closes his eyes shut for a moment, seemingly trying to calm himself.
“Sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us. Don’t ask me anymore stupid questions,” he turns on his heel, most likely deciding that he has something better to do. However, before he fully departs, he pauses at the entrance to the tent, still not looking back at you.
“You deserve better than that village, than that family who threw you out as though you were nothing to them. Know that I do not plan on doing the same, and that you… aren’t nothing to me.”
The intimidation you feel from him dimishes when you catch sight of the pinkish tinge to the tips of his ears. He doesn’t wait for your response, swiftly departing. You miss the few words of parting he gives you, as you tuck yourself into bed.
“Besides, it’s not as though you have anything to go back to, anymore.”
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angelprinz · 2 years
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scara fuckers.. let me know if u want the many thirsts in my inbox. honestly i don't write him unless he's with another one of my loves. i just don't have a particular grasp on his ickiness. feeling like just publishing the thirsts for scara... without much input cs like i said, non scara thinker hehe <3
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chuzu-archive · 2 years
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hiiiii scara thoughts. as promised…. ex casual bf (maybe u only thought u were fwb) scaramouche who thinks hes still got a grip on ur dick 🥰🥰🥰!!!! hes always hanging out ur place, still such an awfully familiar sight on ur couch, on ur bed, with clothes & without. always has smth smart to say whenever u ask about why hes here or try to poke fun,, so touchy n petulant when he’s there if u brought someone home even if they’re just a friend!!! such a sulky thing… and if theyre not just a friend? he’s gonna make this a competition babe. they think they know u better than he does? think they know that if they ride ur face hard enough u’ll eventually get fed up & shove them off just so u can pin their hips & eat them out torturously rough and slow? do they know what its like 2 have a hand fisted in their hair while they get fucked in front of a mirror? scara doesnt think so . and hes gonna make sure they figure tht all out whether they leave, tail between their legs before he even gets serious.. or after they stick arnd & watch
this ask has literally terrorized me . TERRORIZED!!!!!!! it’s so perfect ITS SO PERFECT i wanna write something i wanna . I wanna write a FIC ?? A REAL FIC …. I WILL omgg im just so obsessed with scara acting like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to u, treating u like u want him sooo bad. the awkies moment when scara very indiscreetly wedges himself between u and a friend during movie night. the complaints frm ur other casual hookups w arms crossed asking “why does ur ex still have free reign over ur place” &u have to shrug it off nd smile. and it’s even worse cuz scara cant shut the fuck up!! he’s catty and possessive, snapping back from the couch (in YOUR clothes) with a backhanded compliment and a strategic little act of letting his shorts ride up his thighs to show the pretty purple hickeys against his pale skin. and he’s so touchy nd territorial like a fussed up cat, coming up beside u and pressing up against u, batting his eyelashes as he makes another girl or boy cry in the foyer of your apartment. and its so fucking annoyinggg but he does it cuz he knows youll get mad at him and oh isnt it sooo fun to make u mad. … so fun…
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angelcwre · 8 months
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ceo! scara who would make you sit on his lap while he pretends to listen to what his employee is saying during a very important meeting, unbeknownst to these employees...
you are trying your very best not to whimper, his bulge.. a very big one too, is pressing right on your clothed pussy.. he is purposely doing this! >:(
so, as a revenge, you decide to grind yourself on his erection.. a small grunt could be heard by you only as a hand snakes its way onto your waist, gripping yours tightly..
his chest presses against your back as he nibbles sneakily on your ear before muttering..
“stop moving darling, or i'll have no choice but to bend your cute little ass over this desk right now and fuck you senseless infront of these employees..” he chuckles “i bet you'd like that, hm?”
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lo-cinno · 2 years
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So the ‘her’ that scara mentioned and said to tell to was most likely referring to ei
But seeing as how Kazuha’s great-grandfather kept it a secret till the end, he didn’t say anything to raiden either because the kamisato head told him not to in fear that he’d be accused of the crime
But if he had revealed the truth to raiden then ei probably would have known and he most likely would’ve gone unpunished, but alas he kept the truth hidden and let the family fall to protect his descendants
So basically
The Kaedahara clans fall was not completely Scara’s to blame.
That is my defense, your honor.
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baeshijima · 1 year
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“look, kunikuzushi!” you hold out your hands, marvelling at the pretty sakura petals that drift atop your open palm. ecstatic, you turn, showing off the seasonal flowers in bloom to the young man you’ve grown fond of. “aren’t they pretty?”
“yeah,” he says, momentarily dazed from the image bestowed before him. “they truly are beautiful.”
(“—like you,” he wishes to add, but keeps it to himself instead to savour this peaceful moment of yours together.)
you giggle at his words, muttering something along the lines of “you seem to adore them more than i do!”, but he’s too out of it to notice — too enamored and deeply raptured by the being that is you; passionately; wholeheartedly; abysmally.
kunikuzushi has only heard of the tales of love and the feelings the emotion springs forth, but has yet to experience it himself; a wanderer and puppet he may be (but he is still a living being who wishes to explore this world and its nuances nonetheless). but you, he’s come to realise with a small smile of revelation, are his eternal spring amidst the chilly winds.
a familiar flutter occurs within, and he stares at his palm as a sakura petal drifts atop it. gently, his fist encloses around the singular petal and he brings it up to his lips in hope.
please, he begs to himself, a seemingly quiet prayer that only overpowers the erratic voices within his mind, don’t be my fourth betrayal.
(but scaramouche should’ve known that was wishful thinking — distorted images of you drift through his mind like autumnal leaves, and yet your smile remains as beautiful as the sakura petals you once bestowed so wholeheartedly to him.
so warm and radiant... he’ll engrave your being into his longevity; his fourth betrayal.)
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cosmichawk · 4 months
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It's that time of year again so here are xmas harbingers edits by yours truly
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