I write for genshin only, specifically scaramouche/wanderer. I might tackle some other characters if I feel like it
ăâă What i write:
SFW, NSFW, smut, trans characters, gn/male/trans reader, dark themes, I have almost no hard rules
I won't write: fem reader, stepcest/incest
Feel free to request anything that isn't on here, I'll still consider it
ăâ ă Additional stuff
My ask box is always open, you can send me anything,
requests, your hcs, or random stuff you wanna tell me (fyi iâm incredibly autistic i will make every interaction super awkward)Â
My upload schedule is very very erratic, it might take me a while to get back to your request
ăâă Bullet list format with some scenarios included. Written with a gender neutral reader in mind but has a AFAB anatomy section at the end, word count: 2.7k
honestly, i could go on forever, there's so much i love about him i could never fit it in one post.
This is not proof read!
Starting off with the fact that it would probably take him SO long to realize heâs caught feelings and even longer to accept them. Itâs a ridiculous predicament heâs found himself in. The Wanderer is a yearner at heart, but he also carries a huge amount of baggage.
Realistically?
Itâd take him years.
And even after heâs sort of accepted it, it wonât be smooth sailing. Itâs still complicated for him, yes, he likes you, now what?
You make him feel all sorts of things and itâs so frustrating.Â
He always finds himself making excuses to linger around you, and even then he acts like willingly spending time with you is some sort of atrocious torture. Always complaining and huffing. You donât take it to heart as itâs very evident this is just a self-imposed hostage situation, he could leave anytime he wants; he simply chooses not to.
So you decide to spare him and not call him out on it (for now).
Despite yearning and wanting, he has no intention of making the first move. It gets to the point that itâs painfully obvious to anyone around him that heâs got a soft spot for you. But he wonât budge, even if the traveler or Buer tease him relentlessly.
Itâs sort of his last resort, if you donât reciprocate his feelings then he can rationalize it as another instance of the human nature disappointing him. Just another reminder to not trust again.
Alas, it all flies out the window the moment you (metaphorically or literally) corner him. Itâs kind of funny how little resistance he puts up, despite his aversion to touch he never pushes you away (another example of his favoritism).
Pretend to fix his hair out of his face, play with the ornaments of his clothes, accidentally sit too close to him, it all leads up to the moment where everything escalates.Â
Grab him by the waist and drag him close to you, tease him with what you know he craves just to let go. Itâs an utterly unnecessary dance around the obvious but his reactions are just too cute, the way his face turns an absurd red color while he fights his hands from reaching and holding onto you.
Frustrating.
(note: overdoing it will make him think youâre just toying with him, he already feels like some sort of pathetic damsel in distress in this predicament, so please spare him).
He tries to psych himself up to reciprocate your touches (or do the unspeakable, initiate them), he always chickens out at the last second, but this time, his hands move faster than his brain can think and he finds himself pulling you back in.
Itâs instant regret that fills him as he cringes at his own behavior but you quickly shut it down by kissing him.
Itâs messy and unpracticed on his end, and it even took him a second to process it and reciprocate.
The label of your relationship is never stated outloud, youâve been chasing each other for so long that it goes unspoken.
He starts inviting himself in your spaces now, the kiss left him with a whole new level of yearning. He never outright tells you what he wants, instead, he leaves a trail of undecipherable hints.
The sound of scribbling of pens and shuffling of papers fills the air as you work away at some unimportant receipts. He sits behind, you boring holes in your back by the amount of glaring heâs been doing. Heâs here, heâs available, and youâre completely ignoring him in favor of wasting his time on some frivolous documents.
When he scoffs for the nth time you finally grace him of your attention.
âWhat?â
Heâs almost caught off guard when you acknowledge him, quickly regaining his composure to shoot a glare at you.
Okay, so itâs another challenge of his.
One that he hopes youâll pick up, because why be upfront with his desires when he can just throw at you a puzzle and watch you struggle to solve it? (one that he himself wants you to solve, and fast, donât make him wait).
You calculate your options, ignore him until he gets so frustrated he confronts you (or leaves), or up him at his own game.
So you make a show of getting up from your spot and plopping down next to him, so close youâre squishing yourself in his side. He looks at you with a puzzled look as you embrace him with one arm, pulling him close and ensuring he doesnât try to make a run for it.
âWhatâs wrong, my dear Wanderer?â
âNothingâs wrong.â He responds bitterly, refusing eye contact, the slight red on his face betrays him. Cute.
âAwhâ, you move your arm down to his waist, âIâm sorry I neglected you, how can I make up for it?â Your tone almost hints at something more suggestive, he wants to shoot back with a snarky remark but heâs so out of his depth that he just stares at you.
He wants, he craves, butâŠ
You let out a breathy laugh, âIf you want something from me, you should just tell me.â You finish the sentence with a kiss on his cheek and start retreating to get up, but he stops you.
âStay.â He looks conflicted, like heâs fighting himself to speak up.
âOkay,â you sit back down and face him. âWhat else?â
â...Kiss me again.â
And you oblige.
The progress is slow, but itâs there. His selfishness will always win.
It can be insanely difficult to navigate sometimes, youâre the first human he willingly subjected himself to romantically and just the thought of sharing you with other people is gut wrenching. The way people look at you when youâre out and about, the friendly touches and hugs, it all just drives him a little bit insane.
He hates feeling like this. Itâs those times he disappears for hours, just mellowing in his own feelings.
It takes a LOT of reassurance, he wouldnât outright tell you but itâs sort of obvious. Lots of (involuntary) tears. He wants to trust you, but his emotional walls are incredibly thick.
With time, he improves a lot. He has taken his whole redemption seriously, he wants to be better and be better for you.
You showed him he can rely on you, and trust you. Itâs a very scary trust fall for him, but youâre there to catch him.
He goes from reminding you of a tiny feral cat, constantly hissing and hiding to the cutest little kitten. Get domesticated, idiot.
Additional stuff:
He doesnât do PDA, but wonât stop you from holding his arm or hand.
His love language is definitely acts of service, he loves doing things for you. He cooks, he cleans, heâs a house wife in denial.
For him, words of affirmation and physical touch. He loves it when you hold him, tell him how much you love him and whisper corny sweet nothings to him.
Skin to skin contact is very soothing to him. It doesnât have to be sexual. he just wants to feel you.
Heâs a little spoon, again, loves being held.
His favorite spots to kiss you are on the corner of your lips and forehead.
NSFW starts here:
He is, what one could call, a virgin. lol.
In his pursuit of divinity, he had no time or intention of getting distracted in engaging that way with humans. He knows what that activity entails, he just never had an interest in it. Until now, when he met you.
Itâs that sort of unique situation that only a four hundred year old puppet could find itself in, four centuries of self imposed abstinence thrown out the window the moment you pop up. It starts innocuous enough that he can rationalize it as simple curiosity, but before he can realize it, it all spirals out of control.
Heâs spent long sleepless nights trying to ignore the very obvious tent in his shorts. He never had the inclination to masturbate before, he tried to ignore it the first times, waiting it out staring at the ceiling until he had enough peace of mind to rest a bit.
And then you appear in his dreams. He is beyond frustrated now, how dare you infest his mind even when heâs unconscious? And so he finds himself reaching down to free his aching erection out of his shorts. He doesnât want to, but maybe if he gives his body what it wants he can finally move on. He grabs himself with very inexperienced hands and tries to get it over with as fast as possible.
Images of you pop in his mind, he wants to be ashamed of where his thoughts are going but he finds it incredibly hard to when every picture of you makes him twitch and leak in his fist. He wishes it were your hands instead of his stroking him to completion, but perhaps it would be too much for him, and just the mere thought of that makes him spill on himself, making a mess of his hands and shorts.
Utterly shameful.
With you in the picture, he just doesnât have the will to deny himself any longer.
He wants your hands on him, bite him, or scratch him he doesnât care as long as theyâre on him. He doesn't want you to know how desperate he is, but itâs kind of impossible to hide how hard he gets every time you hold him and kiss him.
You make the first move, dragging him onto your lap and sneaking your hands on his thighs. He wants to complain about your man-handling, but your hands are teasingly close to his bulge. A tiny voice in his head is screaming at him to leave, save whatever little dignity he had left and not engage in âfilthâ. But heâs also thinking with his other head, and he blames you for it, so why donât you do your due diligence and take care of it?
Heâs already squirmy and you havenât even started. Heâs used to pain, to harsh hits and blows, but you cradle him so delicately and he doesnât know how to act.
Heâs imagined this scene several times, your hands on him, stroking him to completion, but heâs woefully unprepared for the actual thing. Your hands are impossibly soft, spreading his pre-cum on his whole length to facilitate the movement.
He wants it to last forever but he finishes embarrassingly fast, making a mess of your hands and clothing.Â
You figure this is the end of your first sexual encounter with him, but he never softens in your hand. Yeah, puppet stamina be like that.
Additional stuff:
Heâs a whimperer.
He wasnât even aware he had the ability to ejaculate. He still thinks of it as an utterly useless feature. But heâs also somewhat glad he can, he likes seeing you covered in his spend.Â
Also, since itâs artificial heâs shooting blanks. Thereâs no need for protection.
He doesnât have refractory periods. He does get sensitive after a climax but heâs immediately ready to go again.
Heâs a switch, more leaning on the submissive side. He does have a dominant streak in him, itâs mostly when heâs feeling more possessive, he starts acting on it once heâs more confident.
Kissing gets heated quickly with him. Heâs very eager to stick his tongue in your mouth.
Heâs very good with his hands and mouth, you had to guide him through it the first times. Heâs inexperienced but very dedicated and a fast learner.
Being inside you is his favorite thing. Alongside cumming inside you.
Exploring the sexual side of a relationship can be tricky, and his constitution does make it harder. Itâs a long process of trial and error. He also, in the span of 400 years, never bothered to figure out his turn-ons/offs, just to add an additional layer of difficulty to the whole ordeal.
You do know of his past position of power, so itâs no wonder he likes being serviced. Ride him, suck him off, itâs all good to him. He loves how sweet you are to him, taking him so gently.
Despite his doll joints being no longer visible, he still presents seams on his torso. The whole area is very sensitive, kind of an unconventional erogenous zone, but you work with it. He also has very sensitive nipples. Heâs a bit sheepish about that.
Speaking of unconventional, he has a thing for choking. He doesnât need to breathe, so itâs not the lack of air that gets him so ecstatic, itâs more of the act per se.
Marking, he loves hickeys, and his bodysuit covers his neck area so others seeing them is not an issue. Loves being bitten. Not the soft munches, he wants to feel your teeth breaking the skin. Heâs been hurt before, to unimaginable extents, to the point where he almost started craving that pain. To have you bite and scratch him in such a carnal and vulnerable context immediately drives him over the edge.
Despite his masochistic tendencies, heâs not willing to do the same to you. Heâs sturdy, you couldnât injure him no matter how hard you tried. But youâre human. He knows from first hand experience how fragile your kind is.
Risk play is off the table, and so is any sort of public/exhibitionism. Alone and secluded in the woods? Sure. But nothing of the sort where people can see. This wonât save him from having embarrassing hard ons in public, sometimes just your presence is enough to get him bricked up. He just wonât act on it.
He has a mean streak, he loves teasing you, edging you, and pushing you to your limits. However, he cannot take even a bit of teasing. he immediately breaks and starts begging you to let him cum.
Heâs a crier in bed, itâs cathartic for him.
Has an oral fixation. It works out great for you, he loves using his mouth on you.
His favorite part of you is your thighs. If you let him, heâd spend hours shoving his cock between them. Donât get him wrong, nothing compares to being inside you, but something about being able to feel you twitch as he fucks himself through the softness of your thighs just does it for him.
Lastly, hear me out pleaseplease
Peg him.
Heâll be a bit put off by it initially.
Heâs just never heard of it before. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?
You decide to put away the strap-on for the time being, starting with the basics as to not overwhelm him. Just fingers. You find out he has a completely functional prostate, and itâs your new way of tormenting him.
Donât let him touch himself, instead, work him ever so slowly to his orgasm by spreading him on your fingers. He wants to be annoyed, to tell you that itâs useless and itâs just faster to let him do the fucking, but heâs hard, and leaking, twitching every time your fingers intentionally brush against that spot, and before long heâs shooting ropes all over his chest.
Heâs still a bit fussy about it when you show him the toy you bought just for him. Because thereâs no way that thing is going inside him, except it is, and heâs ashamed of liking every second of it.
AFAB anatomy section:
Heâs a bit embarrassed of it at first, but he really likes your chest. He likes lying on them, heâll fall asleep like that if you let him. His hands are always on them, kneading them around or just to feel you.
When you proposed to let him fuck your tits, he had no idea it was a thing. He likes the idea, in theory, when it comes to practice you get to find out just how much he really likes it.
Heâs leaking so much it makes him practically slide around in them.
Itâs not long before he finds himself covering your chest in cum.
It quickly becomes one of his favorite spots to cum on.
If you were to write about Scaramoosh inspired with a song, what genre + title would it be?
- an0nz
i'm assuming you're asking what songs I'd use for a "song fic" ? if I misunderstood this lmk!
pulled these out of my playlist:
for scaramouche:
crybaby - destroy boys
brutus - the buttress
curses - the crane wives
everything stays -olivia olson
for wanderer:
knights of cydonia - muse
fences - destroy boys
where is my mind? - pixies
new person, same old mistakes - tame impala
i'm not good at titles, they're the last part of the fic I add, so... i spared myself the hassle. It's gonna be really funny if I just misunderstood this ask completely
I picked them based on the lyrics, some of the tunes don't match my view of him as a character but I figured, i'd rather be more "accurate"
also some of these are romance songs, despite the fact that I write x reader's with him, romance is not a thing I'd see in his "canon" character (I've actually been wanting to explore this side of him, to get him to fall for a character with time and the "process")
perchance scara fluff ⊠im face clawing anon dawg i loce your fics and u barely have any uuurhgvhh .đđ i love scara smut but i love love seeing fluff too,, perchance scara aftercare or like the night after yk .. just fluff in general idm what youd come up with đđœ
i know i know </3 i wish writing came to me as easy as my other hobbies LOL
but yeah I'm already brainstorming some more oneshots/drabbles :3c that will be (hopefully) posted in a reasonable time
i can't get enough of the puppet man either. i will be writing sooo much more, trust
The existence of part 2 office hours now lives rent free 24/7 in my head. Line after line does so many things im on my knees and SO weak for your writingâ
gguyhhhh i loved ur recent scara fic it had me drooling like a feral animal âŠ. ur interpretation of scara is so good i have to kill myself can u imagine me as the guy clawing at his face and slumping to the floor rn in a positive way because irueydgshdghdh đđđđđđđđ
i can picture that so clearly GDHHD thank u thank u!!
ăâ ă gn reader but described as afab, slight? sadomasochism themes, scara and reader match each other's freak somehow, not proofread I'll correct mistakes later (maybe)
ăâă part 2 of this I will never settle on just one interpretation of scara i'm gonna keep flip flopping abt himâŠ..
word count 3.7k
You made it out of the office.
Itâs been a few weeks since the last encounter with the Balladeer, since he so kindly let you go with an invitation for next time. The walk back to your private headquarters wasnât as humiliating as one would think, but the way your step had a little happy hop to it made a few heads turn.
Even the guards at the door's entrance shared a glance, it truly is unusual to make it out alive.
After your visit to his office, everything seemed easier, the amount of physical work you had to do greatly diminished, but all this newfound free time is somehow, always spent in the workplace. The moment you finished your tasks for the day youâd get called in his private headquarters. And most of the time youâd be doing nothing for the whole duration of your stay.
There was a couch next to his desk that youâd sit on and watch him work. Sometimes heâd even grace you with the opportunity to sit near him (he was surprised when you immediately decided to sit on the floor between his legs, but he doesnât mind as long as you donât hinder his work). Sometimes, people would walk in, completely clueless of your presence, which spooked you at first, but then quickly made way for other fantasies. You could suck him off in front of your fellow soldiers and theyâd have no idea, and you wouldnât mind even if they managed to catch you. But youâve still got to figure out some things first.
As much as youâd love to throw yourself at him, the line between what he deems acceptable and not is still thin and almost invisible to you, itâs like walking around eggshells, constantly pushing your luck whenever you make a move or try something new. Youâve been scouting his boundaries and limits, and so far youâve learned that:
He doesnât mind physical touch when he initiates it (or when he feels like youâre revering him enough). Sitting at his feet and squishing his legs on the sides of your face also allowed you to feel his structure and constitution. His legs were as soft as you remember, but the skin around his kneecaps had a little dent, almost like the bones under it were disconnected, segmented. They also felt robust, like he could cave your face in with a single kick. And yet they were so dainty and looked so fragile, and thinking about it makes you go a bit crazy.
And lastly, he never takes off the bands around his wrists, even when he removes the armor thereâs another layer of cloth covering them.
This isnât much information, but heâs not keen on entertaining your questions when working (and you think he wouldnât like the idea of having his whole being analyzed so clinically).
So you stick to keeping yourself entertained, whether it be catching up on lost hours of sleep on the couch or thirsting over his legs like an old perverted man.
You quickly start to realize that your stay in his office is a double edged sword, you got to overhear a lot of sensitive information you shouldnât have access to. He doesnât seem too bothered by it, he knows you know the consequences of any of this getting leaked. Itâs almost like heâs pushing you even deeper in the dealings of the fatui, you had no plans to leave, but now, knowing what you know, it was completely impossible. The less logical part of your brain is almost tempted to try and escape, just to get him to punish you. But it probably wouldnât stop at that, heâd have to ensure that what you heard in this room, stays in this room, and heâd probably have to put you out of commission, permanently. You imagine him choking you, heâd look so pretty above you, but it also would be too much work (not that youâd put up any resistance), heâd probably just shock you to death. Itâs significantly less personal but youâd still take it.
Youâre completely caged, and itâs all his doing.Â
You huff against the skin of his leg. It sure is a bore, to be so close to what you want but unable to get it. Your hands slide under both his knees to squeeze his legs at the sides of your face.
Above, you can hear the sound of papers being moved around. So heâs still not done, you think to yourself as you wiggle out of the tight space under his desk and move to the couch.Â
Why does he insist on keeping you around if heâs just going to ignore you?
You lay on your side and kick your shoes off (he scolded you last time you kept them on) and turn around to look at him.
He doesnât even look at you, the loss of your presence is irrelevant and goes unnoticed.
He can feel your eyes boring holes through him, he knows youâre bored by how restless youâre acting. He has half a mind to reprimand you, you should be honored heâs allowing you to spend time in his presence, and yet you have the gall to act bored.
Canât you see all the favors heâs doing you? Reliving you of your work, taking away most of your responsibilities so you can spend more time with him, you ought to be on your knees thanking him. He doesnât dwell on the fact that he is also stripping you of your agency, he knows of humansâ fixation with being independent, they can be hard workers, heâll give them that. This intrinsic feeling isnât as different from his own need to be useful. The need to be needed. But itâs different, to him, heâs long abandoned his flimsy childish desire to become a human, he knows he is destined for things far greater than any human could ever stride for.
But alas, humans are simple minded creatures, truly inferior to him in any category, they could never hope to grasp the grandiosity of his divine being.Â
So he shall give you a pass, and a treat to keep you entertained and docile.
So he puts away the stack of papers on his desk, the action catching your attention, eyeing him as he makes his way to you, as he sits next to you.
âMy lord,â you address him as you push yourself up and make more room for him.
âCome here,â he motions with his hand, âDonât waste my time,â he adds when he sees you hesitating.
You shuffle closer to him, itâs stupid to be this careful now when youâve spent the last few days squishing yourself in his personal space. Maybe itâs the fact that this is new, he never prioritizes you over his work, only indulging you after heâs done.
 So you feel like a fish out of water.
But if one could read minds- you could have sensed the shift in his energy, or perhaps at least brace yourself for the moment his hand roughly grabs at your hair, bringing you closer to him and exposing your pristine neck.
He lets out an amused huff, and itâs all the warning you get before he pulls you even closer, forcing you to awkwardly hoist yourself up over his lower body. His mouth is warm on your skin, but itâs not those soft lips that you so much adore that make contact, instead, itâs a wet, nasty bite like heâs trying to rip you apart, make you bleed, and some more.Â
But he doesnât linger on just one spot, letting his mouth wander, leaving a trail of what will surely darken and bloom into ugly sore marks. Every time his teeth sink in a yelp threatens to leave your lips- and he thinks itâs funny, the way your eyes squeeze and lips purse trying to silence yourself.Â
But no matter how strong willed you are, he will find a way to break you, too.
And he gives you a moment of reprise, as he admires his work. Nothing that your uniform wouldnât cover, but itâs his ego talking when he riles himself up with the thought that only he can mark you, not the other way around.Â
Youâre convinced he wouldâve just straight up eaten you up had he spent just a few more minutes gnawing at your neck. A rational part of your brain is urging your muscles to move, do something, to get out of this situation, but itâs so quickly drowned by another flow of thoughts. You wouldn't mind if he chose to consume you, in any way he prefers.
He latches once again on your skin, the front of your neck this time, biting and sucking until the skin swells around the hard grip of his teeth. And this time, you donât have it in you to stop yourself from whining, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. And he finally seems satisfied by your reaction, pulling you closer to his face, admiring your distressed expression.Â
The way your eyebrows furrow together, tears blocking your view as you try to squint them away, desperately trying to get a look at him. Youâve never been this close to him, face to face. He exhales and his breath fans over your face, and it just feels empty. Like an ordinary gust of wind, prive of any trace of the usual warmth any other human would possess.
But youâre not given any moment to dwell on the thought, his other hand grips your face and brings it closer to his, for a moment you expect the sting of another bite, but youâre met with a sensation that leaves your head swooning. The warmth of your tears is replaced by a soothing kiss, and another, and another, and soon the wet sensation is replaced by another equally wet feeling, the pressure of his tongue licking up the trails the tears left.
He doesnât miss the very apparent blush creeping up your face, chuckling to himself before picking you up with an inhumane amount of strength and repositioning himself. Now heâs above you, again so so close, with wide eyes observing every inch of your face, drinking in your ruined expression.
The glutton that he is, looking is never enough and he canât keep his hands to himself, off of pretty things.Â
So he lunges forward, and your mind blanks the moment his lips cage yours. Itâs everything but kind and soft, his teeth immediately nib at your lower lip, tongue forcing itself inside, licking at your mouth.
It takes you a second to register the new feeling, your body melts into it and you donât have the will (nor want) to fight it. Heâs so rough, not giving you a chance to get used to the rhythm, he seems so intent on letting you participate in whatever he is planning to do.
Something quickly dawns on you, sucking any sound you emit straight from the source, itâs filthy and messy and he doesnât relent even when your hands desperately push him away, trying to put some distance between the two of you, trying to get even a gasp of air.
He laughs softly against you, sensing your struggle, but still not showing any sign of mercy, if anything it just spurs him on, grabbing the sides of your face to push you against him. He shifts his body, actively laying on you, caging you with his full weight.
Heâs half hard in his shorts, you can feel his length throbbing with each slight movement of his hips, grinding himself on you. But still, his grip on you doesnât relent, he can feel you slowing your movements, resisting less and less while still struggling for even a gasp of air.
You think heâd be content with smothering you with his lips (and what a way to go that would be), but then he suddenly pulls away, a wet string of saliva connecting your mouths. Youâre panting under him, desperately trying to catch your breath as he busies himself with lapping away whatever glob of tears dares form in your eyes.
He stands unnaturally still above you, watching you gasp over and over until it slowly dies down and fades into a slightly more labored breathing. With a normal amount of oxygen flowing to your brain you also start to regain awareness of your position.
You can feel him twitching and grinding against you, despite all the layers of clothing.Â
His gaze on you remains unwavering as his hands move to unclip all those annoying buttons, unclasping every single one until he can take off your coat, and you let him, body almost limp as he slides it off you.
âDonât tell me youâre already gone, I was just starting to have fun,â he murmurs against your neck, gently nibbling on it this time.
All you can muster is a small mh-hm, itâs enough confirmation to asses that you are still conscious (and alive).
He makes you the favor of getting off your chest, moving your limbs out of the way so he can settle between your legs, ridding you of your remaining clothing. Despite being in his office, the air is still relatively chill, the moment youâre fully exposed a shiver runs down your spine as you adjust to the new temperature.
He, on the other hand, is busying himself with manhandling you, pushing you further up the side of the couch, and letting your head rest on the side arm.Â
âYouâre awfully wet,â he says once heâs satisfied with this new position, âa bit of kissing is enough to get you this turned on?â you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks. You could say the same about him, his erection is VERY hard to ignore and heâs so hard it almost looks painful. You want to reach out and touch him, stroke him to completion as he comes undone over you, but heâs faster and you can just watch as he lowers his shorts just enough to free his dick.
âSurely you wonât mind if we skip preparations. You seem ready enough.â you immediately feel him nudging your folds, slowly rubbing himself, his tip bumping on your clit as he shifts higher.
âI don't mind-â he uses his finger to apply more pressure, âI want you inside me. Please.â
âHow bold, How can I say no to that?â His hands move to your hips as he holds you in position, his tip sinks into you and he wastes no time pushing in the rest, too.
You make a sound as you throw your head back, the sudden feeling of being so full overtakes you. You can feel him throbbing inside you and itâs driving you insane- alongside his little huffs above you- you could come just about now.
You feel him pull back slightly before pushing back in, slowly at first, and then picking up speed once heâs found a satisfying rhythm. The stretch is still a bit uncomfortable, but youâre so wet youâre leaking against his pelvis and the front of his shorts.Â
âSo tight,â he bends lower so his mouth is directly next to your ear, âitâs like youâre sucking me in.â All you can do is moan into his shoulder, sliding your arms under his so you can hold him closer to you. He takes it as an invitation, pushing himself impossibly close to you, picking up his ministrations on your neck again.
Heâs not as heavy as you expected him to be, you can still comfortably breathe with his weight on you, and with how close he is to you, you can feel his pelvis rut against your clit with each shift of his hips.
His teeth sink into you again, he stills there and he sucks on the spot until it darkens. There isnât a single spot he hasnât sucked or bitten, the whole zone feels so raw.
âI knew it,â he mumbles into your neck, âYou bruise so beautifully,â he says while looking at you.
It shouldnât turn you on this much. Thatâs not a normal thing to say to anybody, however. He feels you clench on him as your hips roll into him, tiny mewls spilling from your lips as you chase your high.Â
âF-fuck, fuck- please-â Itâs muffled but he can still hear you and it only spurs him on.Â
âPlease what? Please fuck me faster? Harder?â He says in a mocking tone. You want to answer him but you donât even know what youâre begging for. With every thrust, your brain melts a little, and you find yourself pathetically moaning under him.
Your grip tightens on his back as you grow rigid under him- itâs a surge of warmth that passes through your body so suddenly, leaving you gasping under him. Itâs even wetter now, his dick is practically sliding out of you as he fucks you through your climax.
âHow cute,â he muses. âThat fast?â He stills his movements and lifts himself up once he feels you limp.
Your brain is buzzing as you recover, lust still clouding your mind. His cold hands a juxtaposition to your warm body, he pushes your legs up and higher, the angle making the back of your knees burn uncomfortably
âI hope you donât think we are done yet, I intend to have my pleasure too.âÂ
He resumes his thrusts, harder this time. His tip reaching the deepest part of you, so rough itâs like heâs trying to push even deeper. Heâs just using you for his pleasure now, fucking you like youâre just an object for his pleasure, a toy to fuck and fill up until heâs satisfied.
He applies more pressure to your knees, squashing them against your upper body. His cock catches against a spot, softer in texture than the rest, and you gasp.
âGood?â He asks, already knowing the answer, but he takes enjoyment in the way you mindlessly nod in response.
âA-again, please.â He twitches, and obliges your request, angling himself to hit that spot with every thrust, and his ears are immediately graced with the sound of your sweet whimpering.
Your hands flail around, before settling on gripping the cushions under you. You miss his back, his presence against you, the bits of hair tickling your hands whenever he lifted his head. But youâre not gonna complain, not when heâs pummeling into your cunt like he intends to break you. Matter of fact, you can hardly form any thought that isnât just mindless blabbering.
He curses, as he moves one hand to shove his shorts lower, exposing more of himself, every time he pushes into you now thereâs an audible plap of skin against skin contact. Itâs impossible to ignore, and youâre sure whoeverâs passing by his office must hear whatâs going on inside (if your moaning didnât give you away already).
But he doesnât care, the way you clench against him every time he slides over that spot, the surge of liquid leaking on him as he fucks himself deeper inside you, itâs too good to stop.Â
Your pleasure comes after his, but archons does he want more of you. He repositions you roughly, hoisting one of your legs up as his other hand busies itself with rubbing your clit.
Itâs messy and heâs applying a bit too much pressure, but the effect is immediate and you couldnât care less. Your stomach tightens as a burning feeling intensifies, he talks you through it and it only intensifies the feeling.
âOh? Are you close again?â he taunts you, but itâs affecting him too and it shows in the way his movements get more desperate.
âThen do it, come for me, come for me again,â and itâs embarrassing how you can do nothing but obey him, clenching around him as you spasm and flutter around him. Your free leg squeezes his side,, your back arches and he huffs. But he doesnât give you time to rest this time, he ruts in you, leaning on you, even as the pleasure turns into overstimulation.
âFuck, youâre so tight.â He sounds raspier, almost winded. Heâs close and the thought is almost enough to make you come again.
With one pointed thrust, he pushes himself impossibly deep and stays there. And then, it washes over him, as he fills you up in waves and waves of his seed.
He lets go of your leg and leans back, his cock slipping out of you.
You feel so empty without him, and the feeling of his come slipping out of you doesnât help. He watches your fingers as they make their way to collect whatever spilled out of you to push it back in, slightly shivering everytime you brush up against a sensitive spot.
Are you trying to rile him up again? He laughs at the thought.
âSo insatiable,â his voice catches your attention, âlet me help you,â he says.
There truly is no end to his greed, all he knows is to take. And itâs what heâs planning to do now, too.
You want to question him but the thought quickly dies on your tongue when you feel him penetrating you again. Your insides accommodate him with no resistance this time, but you canât help but notice that heâs still hard.
â...no refractory period?â you think out loud. He hums in amusement.
âSo you do have a brain, here I was thinking all you could do is think about my dick.â
You bite the side of your cheek, âWell, youâre not wrong. ButâŠâ
He twitches at your admission.
âI couldnât help but notice some things.âÂ
âLike?â
âYou just seem so different.â, his gaze hardens for a moment and you hurry the next part of the sentence out, âNot in a bad way! Itâs just⊠youâre stronger, faster, and prettier than anyone I've ever metâ.
He doesnât respond, inviting you to elaborate.
You donât mention the rumors going around, not that theyâre reliable, coming from another Harbingerâs subordinates, but every lie has a base of truth to it.
âThere are other details, but the whole picture got me thinkingâŠâ Your voice dies down as you momentarily sink back into your thoughts.
âSo what, you want an answer from me?â You donât respond, focusing on how his tone has shifted into something more malicious, and how his hips started slowly moving again.
âToo cock-drunk to think?â He muses to himself. âThatâs fine. Maybe youâll figure it out one day.â
His cock rolls into your walls, pushing little gasps out of you.
âBut for now, Iâm gonna make good use of you.â
holy SHMOLY your piece about reader worshipping the Balladeer was đ
i can see the effort you put in, especially with the buildup and the depth of readers loyalty to their Lord- very nicely done :DDD i dig the degradation/humiliation and the way the reader so willingly throws out any dignity they had left towards the end of it, that was good good ĂčwĂș
you have great writing skills and i am very happy to have been able to read your piece <:3 i cant wait to see what else you may write in the future, keep up the good work :DDD
-ao
thank u ao!! i'm glad people aren't just skipping to the smut part lmao, gotta let all the brainrot out...
i'm soo full of ideas and i already plan on writing more but I've been so busy ughh!! alas, nothing will stop me from lewding scara...
