— warnings. — fem! reader, doggy, hair pulling, rough syx, madly in love with uu
⚝ — SCARAMOUCHE
speaking of your boyfriend, if you were to describe scaramouche it was as if you've looked at rough edges and sharp words— feisty remarks and lustful eyes.
but here, now, he was something else entirely, almost indescribable.
you fall on your stomach as he presses a pillow under your hips to invoke a subtle curve on your back, his cock hurting from wanting to be touched as he clumsily unbuckles his belt to stroke himself in front of you.
to show his impatience, he quickly moved on as his gloved fingers trace over your behind to knead your ass, greedily and nasty, as he leans in to press warm, wet kisses on the back of your neck— eliciting a whimper as his warm breath coats your wet skin, lips brushing the curve where your neck meets your shoulder.
you shiver as you wiggle your ass against his bulge, and he smirks against your skin when you whine at his slowed approach, "sensitive, aren’t you?" his voice turns teasing, "not used to not getting your way, huh?" but there’s something deeper beneath it— something softer, scaramouche loved playing with you, taunting you, until he can vividly feel it in his bones that you need him, desire him truly.
that's when his hands tighten around your waist as he pulls you closer, nosing into your hair and pressing himself inside slowly, breathing you in like he's afraid you’ll disappear if he were to close his eyes. your body tenses up toward the bright, building pleasure in your core as he fucks you in this position, your face messily pushed into your pillow as waves of swells rock your whole body.
his rough thrusts linger between you, and for once, scaramouche has no snarky remark to follow— way too focused in making you feel good and well, relishing in your warm, squishy walls suckling him in oh too well and precise.
yet feel it now, when the warmth of his lips move again, slower this time— like a secret, like a promise, his groans twisting and tweaking one stage with your own, the low whines of pleasure you huff out making him lose his mind.
⚝ — ORORON
ororon refuses to groan and always stops himself of making any noises when he's in you— in fact, the man was a little shy in that regard, his lips reverent as they trail along your shoulder while he arches down to kiss you, pressing his soft lips into every inch of your exposed back.
he adored seeing you in this position, on all fours, your body filthily bouncing back and forth the mattress as his hands find solace in your hips, the smacking of flesh on flesh grounding the silence of the room. he breathes deeply against your skin, exhaling as if your scent alone was something sacred,.
"you calm me, make me feel good," he finally utters, voice hushed, as if he was scared he'd actually groan out loud if he were to speak a little clearer, his tone rough with unspoken lust.
ororon licks his lips, twice, once more when you wince out at a thrust that was quite a bit deeper than usual, on purpose of course— it wasn't easy for him to keep his cool like that, to pretend like he doesn't feel all of those sensations even before he gets a slight grip on your hair and presses you into the mattress.
your muscles convulse at the roughness, his cock stimulating the tastiest corners in your body as your eyes sting, squeezing them shut because like fuck, the smell of sweat and musk between you weighted heavily on your skin and ah,
you wanted to cry, it feels so so good, ororon does.
⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY
here, as wriothesley's lips graze at the curve of your spine, he was anything but restrained, because he knows that you're all his, that everything he's seeing right now, belongs to him and him only.
his hands slide over your waist, thumbs tracing slow circles as he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades— you could see it as some sort of sweet gesture before he fucks your brains out, makes you beg for his cum to fill you up until you're nothing but a fucked out mess underneath his broad body.
the heat of his cock entering you makes you shudder as you exhale deeply, lips parting just ever so slightly as you inhale his scent— a musky perfume being set free alongside the pungency of lust, the burning stretch you felt making you curve your back into a much comfier position.
you bite your lips, eyes rolling back, desperate and wriothesley moves so fucking smug, thrust after thrust after thrust like he never did anything else besides this— and fuck, you cannot get enough of him, so dearly, how his cock was pressed thick and hard against your sweet spots, to have these sensitive spots of yours so occupied and teased, tender to make you needy enough to scream his name.
⚝ — KINICH
the feeling of kinich buried heavily inside of you made your mouth water, not only that but when he decided to circle his arms around your waist from behind, to obviously have you closer and fuck you faster, you swore you saw stars, the threads in your stomach slowly coming off until there was nothing left but raw pleasure building in the pits of you.
he swears he doesn’t rush, when in reality, he does.
the man was just so excited to feel you— it's not like he's ever felt this with somebody else, but for some reason kinich thinks he's addicted to you, it had to be since there was no possible explanation as to why he couldn't stop himself from fucking you over and over, seeing you cum and beg for more, all night long.
his breath ghosts over your ear before his lips press against the crown of your head, then lower, brushing into your hair as he inhales deeply to gather his stamina, his grip tightening slightly, "you smell like home," he whispers, voice thick with something indescribable as his lips find the side of your temple, "you're making me lose my mind— fuck,"
you feel your juices drip down at each thrust back, slick and slippery as he continues to drill his hips into you, his chest rising and falling above you, big deliberate motions making the pressure of his dripping erection against your walls shift constantly.
you plead with your whole body as he shows you no mercy, settling heavy and powerful above you, cock fucking you thick and blunt over and over and ah, there it was, the slight pain of being stretched out so nicely was suddenly turning numb and changing into something maddeningly hot, but it still felt like it's too much to handle.
yet you loved it.
you feel it, him— how kinich groaned above you, kissed you, kneaded your ass and worshipped the ground you walked on.
this was not just affection, it was clear signs of devotion.
Hii suzu!! So, i dunno if this particular idea already been asked. So if it's already done, please don't mind this one!
Reader edging scara. Like, really, really edging n teasing him for a full whole day. Making out, Slipping hand to his thigh under the table while in meeting.. Stopped rubbing him through his pants right when he's almost reach climax.. Etc.
So when back on bed at night? Scara couldn't handle it anymore and fucking reader roughly without mercy. Maybe even a hint of mind break on reader side. (Sorry if this doesn't make sense, english is hard. ;-;)
That's all, go wild with this one if you decided to write this! i hope you have a good day, suzu! Love your writings as always <3 don't forget to take care of yourself 💕
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Masturbation. Orgasm denial. Brat taming. Cunnilingus. Degradation. Edging. Mind break. Dom! Scaramouche.
Thank you very much, dear❤️ Sorry this took a bit to get to. You take care of yourself too🥺
The state you are reduced to now was a far cry from your earlier demeanor. You'd been an absolute menace today. It started with your hand on his thigh, your lithe little fingers stroking and teasing him outside his shorts under the table. All the while smiling politely while he struggled to keep up with the meeting.
Usually it was his fingers teasing between your legs during a meeting, pumping them in and out of your sopping cunt, drinking in the sight of watching you struggle. What was making you so bold?
After the meeting, abruptly condensed and cut short, your lips had been sweet and hungry on his. You'd taken his dick from his shorts, exploring his mouth and letting him wrestle your tongue into submission. You pumped and stroked your hand on his straining cock until he was whimpering into your mouth, rutting into your hand like a mutt in heat.
But you, for some reason, had to push him even further. He'd been about to put you on your knees, and force his cock past your lips. Stroking your hair while he bobbed your head, promising to fuck you full tonight, that cumming down your throat would have to appease you for now. Good girls deserve a treat to tide them over.
He didn't get to. You took your hand away before he could cum. Leaving him frustrated the rest of the day.
Now look at you. His mouth on your pussy was reducing you to the same state you'd left him in earlier.
"Impatient slut," Scaramouche growled, tightening his fingers on your thighs. "You want to tell me what you were trying to pull earlier," He swirled his tongue around your clit. The throbbing in your clit made you gasp, squirming as you grinded your pussy on his mouth.
"I just..I just.." You were struggling to find the right words. Each lick and caress of his tongue was teetering you closer to the edge. Agonizingly slow. You pushed his mouth down onto your cunt. "I just wanted your attention," You managed to whimper.
He groaned into your pussy, latching his lips onto your clit. As sweet as you sounded, there was no way he was going to get ahead of himself and lose control. You needed to be broken, just a little bit. Which meant you would absolutely shatter like glass.
"You wanted my attention that badly? I was going to stuff your greedy cunt full regardless," He hissed, narrowing his eyes in a glare up at you. "You really are a fucking slut," He hooked two fingers abruptly inside of you. He needed to hear you beg while he kept you right on the edge of cumming.
"Only your fingers?!" You protested, rocking your hips up. Your body had been burning and aching for him all day. And now he was only making you ache worse. Your desperate moans more than told you could hardly stand it any more.
"You brat," Scaramouche hissed, reaching down to palm and rub his straining cock. He couldn't deny he loves it when you get like this. He was only going to enjoy putting you in your place that much more.
Tears welled into your eyes as you looked down at him. You waited, your body tense and twitching in anticipation. Anticipation of more degradation from him, a more brutal pace of his fingers. Something, anything. But you got nothing.
Nothing but his tongue and his fingers abusing your dripping hole and your swollen clit. This was clearly about his pleasure now. It was almost unbearable for you. He could tell in the way your body twitched as he latched his lips around your clit. He casually hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, only giving you the slightest jolt of pleasure before taking it away.
You broke best that way.
"Tell me slut, do you want to cum?" A smirk coiled on the corners of his lips. The longer he brutally edged you, the deeper the look of desperation in your watery eyes.
"Yes, so badly," You moaned, grinding shamelessly on his mouth, trying to urge his lips and tongue firmer on your clit. You needed him so badly it hurt. You tugged on his hair to emphasize your pleas.
"Hmm?" He prodded his tongue on your sensitive clit, making your legs quake as you rolled your hips up. "That's too bad," He taunted, laughing softly into your pussy. It made his cock pulse to deny you the same you had earlier.
He hooked his fingers generously for the first time into your sweet spot, curling it extra before pulling them from your pussy. You cried out in both bliss and protest before you were unceremoniously flipped over onto your stomach.
"Ass up, whore," From his tone you knew he wasn't going to be gentle. Your cunt clenched at the thought. You raised your ass up, going down onto your elbows and giving him a view of your sopping cunt. "Bratty sluts like you need to be bred into their place."
Your pussy clenched around nothing as he pinched and rubbed your clit. You yelped in bliss feeling his hand smack roughly on your ass, making you arch your back as you grinded on his cock. Fuck you are so irresistible like this, craving his every touch.
Grasping his cock, Scaramouche moaned as he pushed it slowly inside. He bottomed out with a fluid thrust. The tight feeling of your pussy sucking him in made him lose control then.
He pulled out, only to stuff his cock back into your pussy all at once. It didn't take him long to set a brutal pace, his hands grasping your hips possessively. Fucking you roughly from behind was a dominant way for him to break you.
"Scara! Scara! I can't..breathe," You moaned, his cock head hammering into your sweet spot made your head spin. You moaned like you were finally getting something you were denied for years.
Scaramouche's cock squelched loudly in and out of you. "Going from teasing like a slut, to moaning like a slut," He laughed as your walls clutched around his cock, "Fuck, you feel so tight," He lost himself in taking the frustration of being teased by you earlier out on your pussy.
He still held your orgasm in the palm of his hand. He was dangling the promise right in front of you, little by little. "Please, please, I'm sorry. Just let me cum," You sobbed in pleasure, clawing at the sheets before reaching down to rub your clit.
Scaramouche batted your hand away, helping you along himself. You had a certain way of moaning right before cumming. He knew the moment your mind essentially shattered. Your body felt more pliable in his hands. "Yes, that's my good girl. Break just like I want," He groaned.
Just wanted to write something to make up for my lack of posting, it's definitely not as good as my usual writing 😭
✧･ﾟ:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader
✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, He has a big dick, Belly bulge, Touch of praise (he calls you 'good girl'), Super duper short!
You can't really decide if you're just abnormally small or if he's just annoyingly big, or both.
You never expected the nerd of the class to be walking around with all that in his pants. When you finally agreed to take him for the first time, you didn't even bother to prep, insisting that you'd be able to take it like any other dick. Boy, were you in for a shock.
He wasn't even half way in yet and you already had tears in your eyes from how much the stretch hurt, knuckles paling from how hard you gripped the sheets. You almost considered telling him to pull out, but despite the burn of practically being torn in two, the pleasure was still undeniable.
The way his cock kissed every sweet spot inside of you made your eyes roll back, body arching whenever the tip bullied its way past your cervix. With each thrust it was as if you were being split apart, but in the best way possible. You were breathless, moans and cries falling from your agape mouth. Scaramouche couldn't deny that it was adorable to see your mind crumble just from a couple pumps of his dick, he had barely picked up the pace yet!
But when he did, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The bed creaked and groaned beneath you with every grind of his hips against yours. your chest heaved with each breath you took, unable to focus on anything but him and his cock. As Scaramouche began to move faster inside of you, his length filling you up to the brim with each thrust.
It didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to form, the coil threatening to snap as the minutes wore by. He could tell that you were getting close from your incoherent mumbling and whining. His hands moved to cup the underside of one of your thighs, nails digging into the plush skin as he lifted it so that it was over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to reach all kinds of new angles that made you cry out as you finally squirted around him.
The sight of you coming undone was so beautiful to him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead, grinning at the way your body shuddered beneath him. His pace slowed a bit, rocking his hips against your own till he finally came inside you with a groan. Cum flooded your pussy, mixing with your own juices and making your entire lower region feel warm but he didn't pull out just yet.
Scaramouche's hand trailed across your body, stopping when his fingers brushed over the bulge in your stomach where he was nestled deep within you. Smirking, he gently pressed into it with his palm, relishing the sweet wail that came from your throat.
"You're so adorable, y'know that? Taking me all the way like a good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"
Thinking of confusing a puppy who prides themselves on always being obedient by telling them to speak while they’re on my lap whining for attention, only to slap them each time an actual word leaves their mouth. Telling them things like, “Silly puppy, dogs don’t use words like that now do they?” or “Hmm? What’s that? Aww come on, you know daddy can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell him sweetheart” all while knowing full well they’re too braindead at this point to comprehend my words.
Seeing their pretty eyes well up with more tears each time they try again and get met with another smack and the same questions, their whines turning into incoherent barks and whimpers from their stupid mutt brain trying harder to find the answer I want. By the time their cheeks are stained red with tears pouring down them I’d be nice enough to finally mount and breed their needy holes full, they deserve being manhandled and broken after trying so hard to be the obedient fuckmutt their little mind craves to be.
Reader has fem!genitals, Reader is referred as a male, Mentions of pregnancy, Breeding Kink mentioned, Praises, Petnames
The fic is proofread! Enjoy.
Scara was furious after work. Harshly opening and closing the door of your shared home. It was a small, minimal space where both of you enjoyed your time.
Sending most of it in the dining room, smoking, and talking about certain troubles and misfortunes that happen at the Fatui headquarters. But today seemed to be different from any other day when he usually comes home mad. His fits were closed, veins pumping, narrowed eyes, and a frown plastered all over his face.
You, as usual, were on the couch, listening in on your favorite show as your headphones played ; "Daddy issues." Not because of any ridiculous reason, but because of the absence of your father. You missed him, but, at the same time, you wish you never saw him.
His absence bothered you. Why did he leave? Why must he leave so suddenly, what did you ever do wr—
"Hey." You've got interrupted, Scaramouche tapping your shoulder and wiping away the small tear that fell down your face. You did not notice the tear at first, but he apparently did, and it concerned him. But, aside from that, you wanted to reply but just felt so nonverbal currently. So, to top it off, you've sighed and hugged his neck. He was behind you, so you had to raise your hands and try to wrap them around his neck. He noticed it but decided not to comment on it yet play along.
"Go ahead and cry, little boy
You know that your daddy did too, "
Your thoughts were all over the place, just wanting to leave this horrible place and rot in peace. But, Scaramouche won't allow such nonsense. You've had your worth, and he will do anything to prove it to you. No matter how much time he will have to spend. If it's for your sake, he will do it. For you, for your little heart.
He squated down, holding your hands while you collected your thoughts. There were too many to count. He caressed your hands, wanting to give you affection you needed, the one you craved for. You sighed and shook your head. Finally , you gave him a smile he knew very well ever since the start of your relationship. He smiled back, giving a warm feel.
"Are you alright now, my porcelain angel?" He spoke in a hushed tone, caressing your little hands in his rough ones. You didn't like it when they were rough. You always insisted on making him take hand lotion you owned. You'll do it later. You just need to breathe now. Take in slow and big breaths. Inhale... 1, 2, 3, 4.. Exhale.
"I'm fine, thank you, 'Mouche." You smiled, pulling him closer to give him a small and warm hug. Wanting to feel his body against yours again. Your fingers intertwined with his as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. Warming himself up to you. It was rare but cute. You didn't want it to end just now..
He got up but also picked you up. Shaking his head to play his nose with yours. He knew where he was going, and you knew it too. The bedroom. He was still fuming after all. He needed to get the stress out somehow, and you, his porcelain doll, were the solution to everything his heart beared. A little exhausted after setting you down on the bed, he immediately towered you, pecking you with kisses. A little giggle escaped your lips as you tried to stop him as it was a little ticklish.
Your hands were found on top of the bed mattress as he climbed on top of you. Holding you down with one hand as he tried to unbuckle his pants with the free one. Soon, successful win yet again for him. Dropping them down his thighs. Smirking as he looked at you. Mere lust dropping down your face. You licked the sweat that dripped from him, which made him give you a sly smirk. He lowered his head and gave you a kiss, to which you responded with a sigh in between breaths. You knew he was getting more and more riled up by every passing second. So, to top it off, you just played with him. Slyly gets your hand out of his grip to give him a few strokes through his boxers.
"Fuck.. Don't, do that.." He huffed and looked at you with lust, mere lust and need. You knew he didn't want you to stop, so you didn't. Teasing the tip of his cock through his boxers right after his complaint. He knew you weren't up for a stop of the game, so he took your hands and pinned them above your head. Again. He smirked as he looked at your baffled reaction. Taking off his boxers with one hand while the other holds you down.
With no warning, he thrusts into you once, twice. But stops after. Thrilled after seeing your reaction being so positive towards his furious movements. He continued his thrusts, hearing you moan was ethereal to him. Thrilling him more and more with each gasp or moan you have stored in for him. Oh, and he's ready for you to unleash all of it out. He pressed down two fingers above your abdomen, letting you feel his cock be buried deep inside of you.
"You like that? Do you like me being rough?" He whispered in your ear. He's biting the lobe of it since he's already at it. You were nonchalant, couldn't form a single sentence. Just moans and grunts. Few huffs and un-formable words. But he took it positively. Thrusting into you a little bit faster, knowing he was at the edge of finishing inside of you.
Oh, the thought of breeding you full of his kids was thrilling to him. Knowing he'd be a father and that you would be alongside him. But again, he knew you didn't feel like a woman, so he scratched that idea off with a smile and pulled out the second before finishing. Letting the cum drip on your stomach as he collapses down on your chest. Huffing and hugging you close to him.
"I'm sorry.. Are you okay?" He asked you, but no words came out. Only tears. His heart broke into pieces once he saw them. But you quickly comforted him with a kiss. Making sure it lasts till he sighs and returns it. Then it would be official that he's no longer concerned. And it happened, not short after either. He sighed and hugged you close to his chest as he broke the kiss.
"Don't scare me like that.. Please." He whimpered, and you giggled. It was cute of him. That side of him was truly unbreakable, but you did it. And you're happy with the results. Just, make sure to give him a sign to fuck you next time. Okay?
Can I have modern, college AU Scaramouche x reader? Fluff or smut, totally up to you (or both) 🫶🏻🫶🏻 Thank you
Scaramouche x fem! reader. Smut. Scaramouche giving. Cunnilingus. Sex toy. Bondage. Praise. One word of degradation. Masturbation. Fluffy fluffy fluff and soft Scara at the end.
I hope everyone had good luck on their pulls!
Given Scaramouche's GPA, he could more than afford to skip classes on a whim. And today, as always, he wanted to spend his skip day devouring you.
A satisfied smirk tugged at corners of his lips watching you squirm, the restraints binding your wrists together above your head, carefully tied to the headboard. Your hips rocked up to seek friction from the vibrating toy on your clit. "Look at my good girl writhing," He purred, turning up the setting on the toy, moving the vibrator in slow circles on your swelling clit.
You whimpered feeling more stimulation on your clit. Scaramouche licked his lips. "You make me so hard when you whimper," He reached up and hovered a hand over your eyes, blocking your vision so you wouldn't know he was inserting the vibrator into your drooling pussy.
The jolt of pleasure surprised you, the vibrations humming along your walls as he started to pump the toy in and out of you. He teased it against your sweet spot. Your legs shook as your pussy clenched around it. Breathless moans started to sound from you, making Scaramouche's cock twitch and harden more.
He took his hand from over your eyes, caressing a hand over the shape of your hip as he settled between your legs. "Such cute noises should be accompanied by begging, no?" The tip of his nose brushed against your clit, leaving the vibrator inside of you as his tongue kitten licked it.
A line of saliva connected his tongue to your clit as he pulled away to admire your puffy pussy. He resumed pumping the vibrator in and out of you, his lips coming down to latch around your clit. He groaned as your hips jerked up to grind your pussy against his mouth.
Your sweet moans filled his dorm room, the restraints around your wrists rubbed against your smooth skin as you writhed. He could tell you weren't far from starting to beg to cum. He shivered as he sucked on your clit, his cock throbbing and leaking precum in anticipation of hearing you beg. Beg all for him.
Scaramouche swirled his tongue around your clit. The tips of his fingers ghosting along the inside of one of your thighs rose goosebumps on their wake. He took the vibrator out of you to rub and tease your clit while he prodded his tongue against your entrance.
Your cunt immediately clenched around it, the pleasure building up to almost overwhelming proportions. He moaned into your cunt, pushing his tongue up inside of you to savior your taste. "I can feel you clenching like a slut on my tongue," He taunted, "you want to cum so badly."
Tears welled into your eyes, making him chuckle as his lips found your clit again. Your body was twitching with your approaching orgasm. Your fingers were aching to touch him. To tug on his hair and push his mouth down onto your cunt.
Seeing your desperation only turned Scaramouche on more. He smoothly pushed the vibrator up inside of you, his pace faster, driven with the intent to make you come undone for him.
It took a moment for your fuzzy head to comprehend forming coherent sentences as your head spun. "P-Please! Please, I want to cum! Make me cum, Scara! Please!" Your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands from how tight your orgasm was coiling inside of you.
"That's my good girl," He purred, putting a hand on your hip to steady you. He turned up the vibrator one more time, his sucks turning twice as eager on your clit.
You clenched hearing his praise. The vibrator nudging into your sweet spot, coupled with his wet sucks on your clit brought to cum on the toy. Your body quaked with pleasure, your pussy rocking into his mouth and the toy as he fucked it inside of you through your orgasm.
Grinning wickedly down at you, he left the toy inside of you to relish in the way you squirmed and writhed from overstimulation. He stroked his aching cock, jacking himself off to the sight. Your whimpers sounded extra sweet to him
A long, husky groan sounded from Scaramouche as he emptied his cock onto your chest. His precious fuck toy always looked more beautiful painted with his cum.
Once he was satisfied, he turned the toy off and took it out of you. He untied your wrists, gently kissing and licking the inflamed skin. "You did so well for me, kitten," He caressed your cheek, skimming his thumb across it.
"Thank you," You said softly, turning your cheek into his hand. He had the softest look in his eyes that only you got to see.
Scaramouche picked you up bridal style off his bed. "Let's get you into a warm bath, and then we can watch a movie together." As you put your arms around him, clinging to him as you rested your head against his shoulder, he was reminded (though not for the first time, today or any day) how much he loves and treasures you.
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