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Antidote
AFAB! Demon! Reader x Prince! Human! Scaramouche
CW: smut, arranged marriage, reader is mentioned to have demon features, poison, oral (male rec), handjob, sub Scara
How could he hate you after you're the reason he's even still alive?
A/N: this got so long help, it's almost 2k words, the smut part is like only 1/3 of this at most.
The people crave sub Scara, I have another request for it. I hope I made him subby enough 🥹
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Scaramouche, the abandoned prince, deemed unfit for the crown by his mother even though it is his birthright as the firstborn.
She called him too emotional to rule properly from a young age, refusing to back down from her decision even as the council protested.
Useful for only this, how can he refuse?
The cast aside child is now being used as an offering to stop the hells invasion of his mother's nation, a forced reunion he did not agree to, but what is he supposed to do? He can't say no, can't run away.
And he blames everything on you the moment those papers are signed.
You, his demon spouse he never wanted in the first place.
He hates your kind, hates that you robbed him of the chance to fall in love on his own accord, that this is all he's worth.
There is no grand ceremony, no lavish wedding, only quiet signatures.
Every time he looks at you he can't help but be reminded that this is all he is now, a mere tool for peacekeeping to be married off, nothing more.
Never does he consider you might be in the same position as him, taking out his anger on you, justifying it to himself.
None of your features are safe from his insults, he despises your horns, your tail, your claws, your fangs, even your unnatural eyes, everything that makes it obvious you're not human.
But can you blame him and his frustration?
No, instead you try to understand, try to remind yourself why he's as mad as he is yet it doesn't sting any less.
If you wanted to you could easily make him shut up, you're way stronger due to your nature but you've never been one for violence, perhaps it's exactly that softness that got you into this mess in the first place.
Still, you care about him and his well being, as much as he shouts or yells at you he's still your husband.
Though you can't deny it hurts deep, the more you try to just get to know him the more he distances himself from you, words like venom thrown at you.
Coincidentally running into each other in a hallway? He'll literally turn around and walk the other way, glaring daggers at you.
Dinner? Sitting as far away from you as possible, no eye contact whatsoever.
Forced interactions he gets through only with gritted teeth and a fake politeness, the most he'll do is hold your hand or dance with you if required.
Not a single kiss is shared, not even a hug, to him you're just a monster without feelings he needs to consider.
Unbeknownst to him his entire view of you would flip upside down.
It was supposed to be a day like any other, train a little, attend to his royal duties, eat and sleep.
Mostly it went according to schedule all the way until evening.
Scaramouche always insists on dining late, after his mother and sister have already finished and left, he can't stand pretending to be some happy royal family when they're the people who have betrayed him in more ways than one.
Unfortunately for him you demand to join him every time, even when he sits at the far other end of the table.
The food was served as always, still hot, smelling delicious.
First forkful meets his mouth, nothing odd about it.
Then another, and another, careless.
Half his meal is finished, you're just poking at yours uninterested when his cutlery falls from his hands with loud clanks, his body frozen.
Air suddenly feels like it's stuck in his lungs, he can't breathe, can't speak.
His pupils are blown huge, he's nauseous but only a chocked up sound manages to come out of his throat, a pathetic try at voicing distress.
Servants have long left, he always shoos them away and now that might be his downfall.
Walls spin in his vision, tilting, doubling, consciousness fast fading as his chest heaves in desperate need for proper oxygen.
Something is wrong, very wrong, he feels hot all over like he's boiling alive as panic sets in.
Shadows dance on the edge of his sight, mocking as he drops off his chair onto the carpeted but hard floor, darkness consuming him with the last thing he sees being you rushing towards him.
He doesn't know what happens after or how long he's out cold.
What he knows for sure though is that he's still alive, evident by him slowly waking up in his own bed, covers carefully tucked around him.
His head hurts, the light shining into his face is too bright, making him squint, his body feels like heavy metal but he's still among the living.
Slowly all his senses return to him, looking over to the side of his bed he sees you, sitting on a chair like some guardian.
Staring at you for a long time he finally understands, you're the one who saved him, the reason he's still here even if he doesn't know how you did it, he's honestly not sure he wants to ask.
A maid let's slip that if it wasn't for your presence and fast acting he would have been a goner, from what he pieces together you used a combination of hellish powers and humane first aid practices.
Recovery is hard but he hears bits here and there, of how poison was found in his mashed potatoes and how it was traced to demons, who cussed you out for coming to his rescue and officially exiled you.
You don't seem to care though, tending to him, your husband that was nothing but cruel to you, until his strength returns.
Suddenly he sees you in a new light, he's ashamed of how he treated you in the past, he was so rude to you, downright awful.
Despite that you still came to his aid when you could have just let him die, chose him over your own kind, overseeing his progress towards proper health personally.
You make sure he eats and takes his meds on time, drag him out of bed even on days he complains, carefully guide him to use his legs again.
Hatred still bubbles inside him, not directed at you anymore, instead at those who wronged him and by extension you.
Now he follows you around like a lost stray cat, the prince went from completely ignoring you to being glued to your hip, now proud to call you his partner, furious at anyone that tries to disrespect you.
Pulling you along through his routine he makes sure he's never apart from you longer than an hour, incredibly attached to you after everything, moving you into his chambers permanently to spend nights curled into your side.
Honestly, he expected you to refuse his clingy affection after all those months of being his punching bag but you gladly indulge him, happy that you get to properly hold him at last.
He's almost desperate for your attention and love now and so so glad when you give it to him, melting for you.
It's cute how safe he feels around you, you've become his safe haven without knowing, your lap or chest often acting as a pillow whenever he's exhausted.
Tonight was particularly draining, his shoulders are tense as he climbs into the sheets next to you, head immediately burying into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist, breathing you in.
It's ridiculous how fast he warmed up to you.
Massaging at his back you try to ease some of his stress away, nails gently tracing at his nape, making him shiver.
Always so good to him, he doesn't know what he did to deserve you or your trust.
Right in this moment he just wants to be pampered, pressing himself as close to you as possible in hope you take the hint.
His lids are already dropping, threatening to close in contentment as your fingers trail down his sides, an involuntary moan escaping him.
Blinking he realizes what he just did, cheeks flushing red from embarrassment, trying to sit up.
You don't let him, gripping his hips to keep him in place, earning you a tiny gasp in response.
Who knew he'd sound so pretty? It makes you want to absolutely ruin him right here and now.
Kiss after kiss hits his skin, first his forehead, then his nose, cheeks, jaw and corner of his mouth but never his lips.
Frowning he chases your pecks, wanting a proper smooch but you lean just out of reach, attacking his neck with hickeys instead while your hands wander and knead at his waist, searching for sensitive spots.
In no time at all he's squirming, trying to hide how flustered and turned on he's getting, no one has ever touched him like this.
Bucking against your thigh his arousal is made very much obvious by his whines and the tent forming in his shorts.
What a beautiful sight, his face all flushed, little pants puffing out as he does his best to play it down how affected he really is.
He's not fooling you however, not with him getting this hard from just a few caresses.
Perhaps he's just incredibly pent up or maybe that's just an excuse.
Nipping, sucking at his throat unravels him, composure slipping.
In these four walls he'll lay his heart bare for you.
Your digits find their way down, palming his cock through the fabric, his embrace around you tightening on reflex at the sudden pressure.
Shifting you roll the two of you over until you hover above him, his hair sprawling across the cushions like a messy halo, chest rising up and down repeatedly.
Fumbling with the buttons of his bottoms for a moment you free his dick from its tight confinement, not missing the relieved whimper he shakily let's out.
Watching him in awe you encircle the base of it, careful to mind your sharp claws, giving it a small squeeze while you scoot down, now face to face with his member.
It twitches, leaking the slightest bit of precum.
Leaning in you drag your tongue across the underside, pace unbothered, all the way to the tip and over his slit, tasting him.
Kitten licking the head he jolts under you, hand tangling in your locks, urging you to give him more.
Scooping the top into your mouth has him almost arch off the bed, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation of your wet warmth.
He barely recovers before you take more in, almost everything, sucking, only to remove yourself and stroke him up and down instead, unrushed at first.
Following a bulging vein occasionally you drive him absolutely crazy to the point he thrusts into your grip on him, wordlessly begging you for more, to go faster.
So you do, speeding up your movements.
Up and down in quick, rapid motions, rubbing your thumb across the tip sometimes in-between.
Lewd noises fill the room, a mix of his vocal pleasure and the sound of skin-on-skin action, he's an absolute mess, almost crying from the euphoria assaulting all of his nerves simultaneously.
Wrist moving swiftly you flatten your tongue against his shaft again before circling it around the head.
That breaks him, his body locks up as his moans rise in octave, the only warning you get before he cums hard, messy.
Nursing him through it with a few more strokes you reach for a tissue, cleaning him up as best as you can while he trembles, feeling spent and tired out of the blue.
Tugging at any part of you he can reach he needily brings you down to him, he just wants to be as close as possible now.
Eyes are glazed over with remaining evidence of his bliss as he makes himself comfortable in your arms.
Big hugs to you adore your works. I hope you're doing well! (How the con went, btw)
I've been thinking about obsessive and unrequited love for some time now. Hate/hate but in THAT kind of way, unhealthy and unwell. It's been on my mind for weekkkss I tell ya. I'm not sure what to write for details exactly, but I'm thinking about either Scaramouche or WanWan obsessing over reader. I hope the vagueness is alright. Sorry🥺
Hate that I love you
AFAB! Reader x Obsessed! Wanderer
CW: unhealthy obsession, smut, love/hate relationship, unrequited love at first, oral (fem receiving), yanderish Wanderer
He hates how much you're on his mind, how much he thinks about you.
A/N: I went with Wanderer because I feel like I write a lot about Scaramouche... I hope I did this justice.
The con was great! Exhausting though, 230k people over three days spent like a 1000€ on Scara merch...
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If there's one thing the Wanderer still resents about himself it's the intensity of his own emotions, after all it's what got him abandoned in the first place.
He tries his hardest to slowly accept them for what they are but it's still a struggle.
Especially when you come along.
It's hard to explain what he feels for you, your unconditional kindness rivals even Niwas.
Without trouble you worm yourself into his empty chest, he feels something he can't quite place.
Something soft, warm.
And when Nahida tells him that's what humans call love? He loses it, barely keeping it together until his assigned living arrangements.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous, the very thought of such a feeling taking root makes him want to throw something, his leg bouncing up and down in irritation when he finally sits down.
Whatever, he'll just push it aside, it will go away eventually.
But it doesn't. In fact it gets worse. Way worse.
The more he pushes his interest in you down the more it sinks its teeth into his soul.
More than once he catches himself intently staring at you, even from a distance, glaring at nothing particular when he realizes.
Every waking thought is starting to be consumed by you, without your knowledge and he despises it.
Hates how he remembers your schedule, hates how his eyes automatically lock onto you whenever you're near, hates how much you're on his mind for simply existing, it's driving him insane.
What he hates the most however is the fact he knows you don't feel the same for him, after all how could you?
In his perspective he's the epitome of unlovable, no person would ever fall for him and your casual treatment of him is just confirming his inner doubts.
So he shields himself from the hurt, hiding behind anger.
You treat him like you treat anyone else, the same smile, the same laugh, the same politeness.
To you he's no one special at all.
It's an awful cycle, he's absolutely obsessed with you but resents you for it, he even tries to avoid you, getting annoyed whenever anyone even mentions your name, a snarl on his face.
Yet he can't stop, picking up on the tiniest habits of yours, noticing the smallest changes of your routine, even thinking of you whenever he attends his lectures at the akademiya.
Hell, he even dreams of you.
You're not even physically around him and he's still crazy for you.
It makes him want to rip his hair out, yell even.
He wants to scream at you, cut you out of his life, if looks alone could kill you would have dropped dead on the spot from his harsh gazes.
At the same time though he wants to hold onto you, kiss you until you're breathless and never let go, keep your affection only for himself.
Sketches of you fill the edges of his class notes, some carefully drawn with delicate pencil strokes, others clearly scribbled crudely in a fit of rage, the war inside him obvious from these doodles alone.
God he loathes you and his adoration for you, he knows it's unhealthy, unwell even.
What breaks him is seeing you interact with another guy, it makes him see red, jealousy cursing through him like a bolt of lightning.
It's nothing special, just a friendly conversation, no flirting whatsoever but it wakes something in him up, makes him realize that if he doesn't want to continue suffering in whatever purgatory he created for himself he has to act.
Has to actually try and get your attention or he'll forever be stuck drowning in this endless misery.
Twice as much now since his distance has made you start disliking being around him, he honestly can't blame you.
He'll have to actually work for a chance with you, he can't be sulking in his bitterness and blame you for his unrequited love when he has done nothing to woo you over.
Starting small he actually talks to you, even if through gritted teeth and clenched fists, leaves you tiny things here and there, your preferred sweets, earning your trust back.
Perhaps this is the only way to finally make sense of the mess inside his head.
When you don't immediately reject his advances he gets a little bolder, getting you your favorite flowers, of course he knows which, why wouldn't he?
Never will he tell you that he's been taking notes about your likes and dislikes like some stalker, or that he asked Nahida personally where to pick said flowers himself.
Wanderers patience is thin though, snapping when one day some poor fool tries hitting on you in the akademiyas library.
Obviously he can't force romantic feelings from you but he takes the fact you're starting to flush when he approaches as a good sign.
No more avoiding, no more watching from afar, for weeks he tries to actually court you, even if subtly.
Said person quickly flees, stuttering excuses when he notices Wanderer glaring daggers at him from behind you, promising bad things without saying a single word, an intimidating skill left over from his days as a harbinger.
Dragging you to a quiet corner in the house of Daena he traps you between his arms against a bookshelf, hands slamming next to your head.
He swore to himself he'd try to properly win you over, that he'd restrain himself but he's just too furious to think straight right now, he can't stand when a random man tries to snatch you away, angry at you, himself and his damn contradictory emotions.
Grabbing your face he doesn't hesitate, doesn't even think twice about it, crushing his lips against yours in a feisty sudden kiss.
It's not gentle, it's desperate, every ounce of hate, love, madness he's been bottling up for months pouring into this single moment, an outlet.
And when you don't pull away or slap him but instead shyly kiss back? Any remaining doubts disappear like smoke, he devours you like you're his last meal.
The sun over Sumeru has long set, the only remaining students the ones that have fallen asleep at the tables studying or researching, no one bothered by you two basically making out by the side.
Mouth moving against yours an unexplainable hunger settles in him, hunger for you he can't control, like a dam has broken.
In seconds he separates from you, pulling you to a place with more privacy, where nobody could walk in or interrupt what he craves.
Once again your back hits the cold surface of a wall, again and again he places smooches wherever he can reach, his body pressed tightly to yours.
One of his thighs finds its way between your own, rubbing against your sensitive clothed cunt, his face burying in your shoulder, overwhelmed with want for you.
Palms explore, squeezing before planting themselves firmly on your hips as he kisses your skin down your cheek, jawline, neck, leaving hickeys, eventually making his way across your sternum, waist and stomach.
Digits snake under your top, tracing along the edge of your waistband, wrecking shivers through you as he kneels in front of you, looking up at you with wild, dilated pupils, silently asking for permission to let loose.
Tugging your bottoms down when you nod he helps you step out of them before being greeted with your panties, slowly soaking the more he showers you with attention.
Guiding the tips of his fingers through covered folds he maps out every inch, noting the way you buck into them for more friction, trying to stifle any sounds that want to escape your throat.
Oh, he'll hear you soon enough, he'll make sure of that.
Back and forth they go, feeling you get wetter by the minute, fabric starting to cling to your clit, just begging to be teased.
Removing the last barrier between him and your pussy he pulls your underwear down as well, immediately relishing in the sight of you bare for him.
Wasting no time at all he dives in immediately, his tongue now replacing his digits, his hands now placed on your legs instead, hiking one over his shoulder for deeper access.
You taste heavenly to him, sighing in content he can literally feel any resentment he might have still had for you melt away like chocolate on a hot summer day.
Licking stripes down towards your quivering entrance he circles it once, twice, dipping the tip in shortly before bringing it back up to your sensitive nub.
Scooping it between his lips he gently sucks on it, jolts of bliss making your thighs quiver around his head as he feasts happily on you, holding your gaze from below.
Over and over he repeats the same rhythm, faster and faster until he actually plunges his tongue into your hole, coaxing the sweetest whimpers from you, whimpers he wishes to ingrain forever into his brain to listen to on repeat.
His grip on you tightens, he's the only thing holding you upright anymore, your knees threatening to buckle under you.
By your clenching he can tell you're close, your fast and heavy breathing is music to his ears as his thumbs caress across your skin, encouraging you to just let go and give in, humming against your cunt.
Holding onto a fistful of his soft indigo hair you twitch, orgasm crashing into you like a wave, chocked gasps leaving you as you gush right onto his features.
And he couldn't be more glad about it, even cleaning you up, nursing you through the aftershock.
HOW DID I MISS THIS YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN???? YIPPIE
Wait wait wait wait, how about nerd!Scaramouche and popular!Reader? It's so cliche, ofc but I love tropes like this AHHHH
I imagine Scaramouche getting soso shy while talking to the reader, but still trying to have some composure, you know those kinds of people who are AWKWARD in the best way possible? THAT WOULD BE HIMMMM!!!! Oh and maybe at one point he got more comfortable talking to them and ended up flustering reader with!!! smth!!!! Idk😭 I just wanna see smth tooth-rottingly cute if you may🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
College crush
Popular! AFAB! Reader x Nerd! Scaramouche
CW: fluff and smut but the fluff overweighs I think, college AU, Scara is called Kuni, slightly public?
You're the only one who can fluster him.
A/N: I mixed fluff and smut hope that's fine
I'm low-key stressed because I'm going to a huge con this weekend
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Avoid people at all cost, that was Kunis only goal when college started.
Whenever he's not buried nose deep in a book he'll glare at anyone who even as much glances his direction, purely to keep them away.
You're complete opposites, you're popular, indulging many students in conversations he doesn't care to overhear.
Still, he can't help but admire how you're so outgoing, seemingly unbothered by peoples opinions or chatter.
Unfortunately for him he made himself the target of your attention.
He knows exactly how he got himself into this situation and he wants to curse himself for it.
All it took to have your focus on him was helping you on a problem you couldn't solve.
Sitting in the library you're staring at the sheet of paper in front of you with furrowed eyebrows.
Try as you might you just can't complete this damn homework, your thoughts fried from your classes of the day and the stress of exams.
Standing by the doorway he contemplates, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Should he help you or not? It's easy once you know the proper method...
Against his better judgement he approaches you with hesitant steps, eyes scanning your page to find what mistake is messing you up.
"You're doing it wrong." The words blurt out before he can think twice about them.
Only when you frown, looking at him like he just called you stupid he realizes how insulting he might be sounding, stuttering excuses.
"I mean..." His voice fails him, nervous tremors rock through him as he points at the source of your misery with shaky fingers, he has no idea why your presence makes him this shy.
"This... you're missing a step..."
For a long moment there's nothing but silence, only the occasional ticking of the wall clock interrupting the tension, his mind spiraling.
Oh god, what did he get himself into? Why did he think it was a good idea to approach the literal face of popularity at this school? Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut?
What if you scream at him? Laugh at him? Bully him and spread rumors about him?
He spent the whole year dodging any social interactions and he ruins it with his own actions, how idiotic of him.
Mentally he's already going through the worst case scenarios, biding goodbye to his carefully crafted peace when you look up from the table.
That's it, you're going to sneer at him, yell at him that you don't need some dorks help.
But you don't. Instead you smile at him and thank him for his help with full honesty.
It confuses him, making him freeze as he looks at you like you just told him the sky is green.
"You're really smart, Kuni." You even know his name, something most don't even bother to remember.
Not only that, you're actually complimenting him, praising him, it's the first time anyone that isn't his teachers made a positive comment about his knowledge.
Flustered he looks away, trying to hide his reddening cheeks, a mistake on his part.
Watching the school nerd shy away from you, getting embarrassed by a simple statement when all he dies us snap at classmates or keep them at arms length has you intrigued.
So intrigued you're now basically glued to him every day, actively searching him out whenever you can.
Every other student still flinches away from his sharp eyes but he just can't shake you off, can't bring himself to shoo you away with his usual tactics either.
Again and again you manage to make his face flush, make his sentences get stuck in the back of his throat with your presence alone, any retorts dying before they can even leave his mouth.
He tries to keep his usual scary attitude but he feels like a prepubescent teenager who just developed his first crush around you.
And maybe that's exactly what it is, the realization of his feelings hits him like cold water on a random Thursday, in class as he sits next to you, unable to focus on his assignments.
Anyone sneaking glances would see horror cross his features before he pulls up his hoodie, tugging the strings tight, glasses almost getting crushed.
How can someone so radiant in comparison to him unravel him like this without any effort whatsoever?
Your constant presence softens his jagged edges to the point he finally feels comfortable around you after weeks, no unnecessary hiding behind insults, no barking of harsh words, he's just himself, content, no fear of judgement present.
Eating lunch in the cafeteria with you has become a routine, just like today.
Picking at his half finished food he notices you're unusually focused on him, basically staring.
In the past he would have immediately gotten nervous but today he for some reason feels bold.
"What are those pretty eyes so enamored by? I can almost see them twinkling." Caught of guard by his teasing you blink, once, twice.
Resting his head against his palm, elbow propped on the table he studies you closely, this time it's your cheeks that heat up, not his but he's not done.
"Are you daydreaming or am I just that interesting to look at?"
For once you're lost for words, you can't believe he turned the dynamic on you like this, this guy who used to clam up the moment he tried speaking to you is now actively flustering you.
Gaze locked onto yours his expression softens, only barely noticable but you pick up on it immediately.
Reaching over with his unoccupied arm he traces his index across your jawline before doing the same to your lips, almost absentmindedly.
Nothing around you two matters right now, not the bell ringing, not the chattering of fellow students as they file out to their next class, just him and you and this moment you share after yearning for each other for months.
No eyes on you, the popular chatterbox, for once you get to just exist.
Careful he pulls you closer by the chin, gentle and slow, giving you every chance to refuse his touch but you let him guide you, closer and closer until his breath brushes across your face, smelling of minty chewing gum.
Kunis lips finally brush against yours, the slightest contact, like a breeze of wind, only to lean in, properly kissing you.
The cafeteria is long empty, both of you now late to class but neither of you can bring yourself to care.
Smooch after smooch follows right after the other, he barely gives you enough time for air before he dives back in.
Thumbs caress across your cheekbones, following invisible lines.
Still, not enough.
He needs to feel you against him, your warmth against his, straight up climbing over the table instead of just going around.
Because going around meant separating himself from you even if for just a few seconds.
Tender isn't enough anymore, you've given him a taste and now he's hungry for you like a man who's been starving for years and you're the only thing that can sate him.
Lifting you with surprising ease he sits you on his thighs, straddling him, his glasses long abandoned somewhere.
Trapped in his embrace you have no choice but to relent to his cuddles, resting your head against his shoulder.
Massaging at your waist his affection gets more heated, more demanding.
Arms tighten around you, not an inch of space is allowed between.
This is the first time the nerd skips class, he has more important things to attend to, to relish in.
Next class however? You'll barely be able to cover the hickeys he's leaving on your neck.
Hands wander around, curious about what makes you squirm, pinching, squeezing subtly in case any lost soul strolls back in through those doors.
Sneaking fingers between your legs he can feel you buck against them for more friction, it's clear you're getting as riled up as him, wanting more.
He considers withholding his touch, getting payback for all the times you made him nervous but that thought extinguishes with the rock of your hips against his thigh.
Digits find their way past your waistband, dragging across already wet panties clinging to your cunt, so clearly soaked for him and him alone.
Memorizing any reaction you let slip he can't help himself but want to ruin you, figure out what has you absolutely melting for him.
The slight hitch of your breathing, the way your fingers clench around the fabric of his hoodie, all delicious to him.
Rubbing against your clit through the fabric sends a jolt through you, right down your spine as you shiver in his hold, trying to stifle any moans threatening to escape.
Pushing the bothersome cloth away he glides his index and middle finger through your folds, back and forth slowly, all the way to your entrance, circling it but never plunging in.
Instead they return all the way to your bundle of nerves, prodding, tapping, flicking even.
Repeating that same motion over and over he occasionally alternates speed until you're a shaking mess in his lap, grinding against them on your own, trying to urge him to just give you what you crave.
Why would he rush, though? No, he'll take his time with you, make you feel so good you won't even think about anyone else anymore.
Occasionally he'd dip in just the tiniest bit only to remove them quickly.
Panting heavily at this point your chest rises and falls fast as he thumbs at your poor oversensitive clit, thrusting his digits in without any sort of warning.
Immediately your walls spasm around them, you're so worked up you barely last a few slams, coming undone right on his palm as he keeps you anchored in his embrace, his body against yours making the moment even more blissful as he nurses you through your orgasm.
Boneless you lean against him, trying to compose yourself, stealing yet another peck from his mouth, you don't want to be anywhere else right now.
Kunis glasses have long gone missing, his perfect attendance record has been messed up but having you all to himself like this is more than worth it.
Hello… your fics are very yummy, may i ask for scara x reader smut but scara is like a popular kid and reader is a nerd………..ive seen this dynamic somewhere but i wanna see how you’d do it! DO WHATEVER U WANT WITH IT PLSPSLPSPSM 💗💗💗🥺🥺🥺🥺
Beloved Nerd
AFAB! Nerd! Reader x Popular! Scaramouche
CW: smut, bullying (not from Scara), he's hitting it from behind, Scara is called Kuni, modern college AU
He's not happy when he finds out why exactly you avoid him.
A/N: I've been sickly again so this might be a bunch of word vomit.
Next is a fic with these roles but reversed.
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Kuni is the image of a cliche popular kid.
Attractive but badmouthed, even rude to fellow students and yet somehow he can't seem to get even a single moment of peace.
Despite his rotten attitude girls, boys, literally everyone flock after him, something he'd rather live without.
You however aren't one of them, you like to keep to yourself, a privilege he greatly envies.
Nobody pays attention to the class nerd who cares more about grades than making connections.
Nobody but him it seems.
Always so hard working, your nose is almost always buried in either a book or your work notes.
The day you got seated next to him is the day that completely changed, the jealous glares at the back of your head started.
People didn't like that you were so close to him, even unwillingly.
Rumors and insults came your way just because you existed around him.
Honestly, you didn't want anything to do with him if that's how you get treated just for simply talking to him.
Unfortunately for you the fact that you're not falling all over yourself for his attention but instead give him space and quiet has him interested in you.
Far beyond interested in fact, he seeks you out every time his nerves get the better of him.
More often than not you just study silently or hold small conversations, you don't try to impress him or force yourself into his life.
You're sort of his safe haven, a calming presence that doesn't annoy him like others, someone he can turn to when overwhelmed, he doesn't even realize how deep he has fallen for you, often following you around like a lost stray cat.
And that would be fine with you, it's not like you dislike him or anything, you really don't have anything against him personally, the opposite in fact.
But the more he hangs out around you the meaner the others get, you try not to let their comments get to you but it's difficult when they pick apart every single thing you might be insecure about.
So you start avoiding him the best you can, wanting the whispers and remarks to stop.
If he sees you in the halls you'll turn around and walk the other way, no matter if it's a detour or not, the door to your destination could be right there next to him and you still change course.
Suddenly the top A grades nerd is late to simple classes.
Your usual library spot is unoccupied whenever he looks for you there, you've taken to studying in other places on campus or just straight up do it at home.
It confuses and irritates him, why are you suddenly so distant? Did he do something?
Now he's even more pissed off than usual, without you he can't get rid of any negative emotions he feels throughout the day, he's become dependent on you and the comfort you provide him.
Those feelings pile up, he snaps at classmates more easily, his sharp words more hurtful than any other time, every smallest thing seems to set him off like a bomb.
Pacing around the halls, steps fast and heavy, he's about to round a corner when he hears students gossip.
He doesn't care for something stupid as rumors, never did but when your name drops he freezes in his steps.
Listening, hiding behind the wall it finally clicks in his mind why you've been going out of your way to stay clear of him.
Because people have literally been targeting you out of parasocial jealousy.
They're laughing about you behind your back, talking about how you're just a good for nothing nerd who only has her grades going for her.
About how you can act nice all you want you'll never be able to bag someone like Kuni.
Anger bubbles inside him, this is the last straw. How dare they? Acting as if they'd ever reach your level of kindness, you're the only person in this godforsaken school he can stand.
Not bothering to confront them he pushes off the wall, marching straight to the one place he'll know you'll be at the end of the day, your locker.
Entering your sight you of course still try to subtly dodge him but he's having none of it, diving through the crowd and basically running at you.
In moments he grabs your face, gentle but firm, and crashes his lips to yours for everyone to see.
The second your mouth meets his the tension he's been carrying for a week now seeps out of him.
Jaws drop, eyes widen, yours included.
When he pulls back he stares deep into your shocked pupils, almost getting lost in them.
"Stop avoiding me and show these bastards that none of them can be as good to me as you."
One hand grasps your wrist, dragging you away from the lockers towards a classroom he knows is now empty.
Locking the door behind him he immediately pulls you into a tight embrace, his head burying in the side of your neck.
"Don't ever do that again..." His shaky breath hits your skin.
"I can't function without you anymore." A soft admission, so quiet you almost missed it.
He's never been this close to you, he can feel every little thing.
Your warmth, your fast puffs of air, your fast beating heart, all against him.
Kuni can't contain himself, giving in to the urge and nipping at your shoulder.
If he has to mark you up for these idiots to finally make it clear that you're his and he's yours then he will.
In what feels like seconds hickeys bloom on your skin, he pushes you backwards until you hit a desk, falling onto it.
Space isn't allowed between you both, he immediately follows after, body against yours.
Feral need courses through his veins, need for you and you only.
Spending weeks bottling up his emotions has left him incredibly riled up.
Curious and hungry he tugs at your clothes, looking at you, almost begging for any sign of approval.
Seeing you nod he removes them in the blink of an eye, greedily drinking in the image of you bare below him.
Your cheeks flush with heat at being so suddenly exposed and he can't deny he feels a great satisfaction at the fact it's because of him.
No one else made you this flustered, it was him. Only him.
Without warning he flips you over, your chest and stomach now against the cold surface, his own pressing against your back.
His bulge is now obvious against your ass, cock hard from touching you alone, pocking, probing before escaping the prison that's his shorts.
For a moment he hesitates, tip pressed teasingly against your already wet cunt, eyeing the door suspiciously while chewing on his lower lip.
Any patience he has goes out the window the moment you move yourself back against him, trying to encourage him to just hurry up.
Careful, oh so gentle, he sheaths himself inside your cunt, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind in an attempt to hold himself back for your sake.
Hiding his face in your hair he bottoms out, letting you adjust before carefully removing himself until only the head is left, dragging across your sensitive inner walls.
Over and over he repeats that same motion, pace slow, unhurried.
Hands find their way from around you to your tits, squeezing, tugging at your nipples.
Squirming under his weight you try to make him go faster but he's greatly enjoying himself, even pausing his thrusts occasionally just to hear you whine.
Only when you clench around him he finally picks up speed, a shiver running down his spine.
A groan leaves him, any self control shattering at the realization how much he's ruining the schools nerd on his dick.
Faster and faster, harder and harder he ruts into you again and again, basically rocking you into the desk deliciously.
His hips meet yours, lewd noises filling the empty classroom, sounds of pleasure bouncing off the walls.
He doesn't care if anyone hears either of you anymore, let them listen to how good he makes you feel, how they'll never get a piece of this.
Scrambling for something to hold onto your nails dig into the wooden surface, leaving scratches.
Your back arches so pretty, you can't get enough of how he hits so deep every time, the perfect angle to make you see stars.
The symphony of moans leaving your throat gets louder and louder the closer you get, for once you don't care about appearances, about appearing put together.
Without warning at all your orgasm crashes over you leaving your entire form twitching and quivering, if it wasn't for the table holding you up you would have collapsed on the ground from the intense bliss coursing through every inch of your being.
You don't even realize Kuni followed close behind, spilling his seed inside your tight pussy, panting against your nape as he stills.
In this moment, this empty four walls it's just the two of you, and maybe no one else's words or insults matter.
No one will ever be able to wedge themselves between the popular asshole and his beloved a grade nerd.
Hey, I wonder if it's possible to write something with Wanderer where the reader is almost an exact copy of him in terms of behaviour? To such an extent that at first he was irritated (not recognizing the familiar patterns), and then almost impressed.
I'm not sure what scenarios they would have met in, perhaps trying to hide from people in similar places, being assigned to work on a project together, or friends dragging them into playing cards. Just want to see how you see them interact: smut, fluff, angst, I don't care much, whatever you think is appropriate in your mind. Tnxx
Mirror image
Reader x Wanderer
CW: none? Idk if I can even classify this as fluff, Wanderer is very oblivious to his feelings, Reader is written as gender neutral
Going from disliking you to seeing himself in you almost gives him whiplash.
A/N: I feel like this is straight up ass
It was nice writing something non spicy though
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His special, quiet spot. The place he always fled to when akademiya life got to much, when the students got too annoying or pushy.
It was supposed to be secret, unreachable for most at the top of Sumeru city's high tree and yet here he is, staring at someone's form already occupying the very branch he usually sits on.
Features twist into obvious displeasure, a frown gracing his lips, eyes sharp as they glared at you.
"That's my spot. Move."
You turn to look at him, not moving an inch from your position, leaning back against the hard tree bark.
"I don't see your name anywhere near it."
Crossing your arms and swinging one leg over the other you make yourself cozy, closing your lids shut, straight up ignoring him.
Wanderers eyebrow twitches in irritation, how dare you?
He already had enough to tackle today and now he also has to deal with an annoying little pest.
If you weren't so high up he'd just push you off but he isn't looking to add more murder to his charges.
Out of spite he flies higher up, sitting himself on another of the trees many limbs, even if it's less comfortable.
Even from above you feel his death stare drill into your skull, when you look up you're met with indigo irises shooting imaginary poison at you.
And what do you do?
Stick your tongue out at him, not intimidated by the slightest by his scowl.
In fact you glare right back at him, unimpressed.
You'd drop dead if looks could kill.
Neither of you back down, staying in place until the sun sets in the distance, stubbornly refusing to leave.
The tension between the two of you is thick, even if no word is spoken.
You eventually climb down when darkness falls but now it's too late for him to even get any satisfaction out of staying longer, exhaustion creeping into his joints and mind.
Wanderer hoped that this was the end of it, a chance encounter but of course fate has never been kind to him.
Almost every day he'd see you, not even because you took his spot again but because you somehow keep running into each other.
Sethos dragged him to a student gathering? You're there.
Studying in the house of Daena? Sitting across from him is you.
Class? Placed next to you.
It's driving him insane, completely oblivious to how you're basically a mirror to his own behavior, as grumpy and antisocial as him, cheeky even.
The same habits, same patterns fly right over his head, too busy arguing with you about every smallest thing, mocking each other.
A single comment by the traveler finally makes him realize, a statement meant to be unimportant, a slight tease after they saw you two once again quarrel.
"You two are really alike."
Freezing on the spot he tries to deny it, to brush it off but the horror spreading across his face gives him away, he never considered the fact he's this annoyed about you because he's getting a taste of his own behavior.
From then on he looks at you from a different perspective, analyzing you even.
You hate loudmouthed social interactions, just like him.
You hate people prying into your personal matters without respect for your refusal, just like him.
And you hate holding pointless conversation for the sake of it, just like him.
He wants to kick himself for being so stupid, so blind until it was spelled out for him.
Whenever he sees you now he doesn't provoke you anymore, at least not on purpose.
No, he instead just silently observes you, noting little habits that he unfortunately finds he also has.
His constant gaze on you just pisses you off more though, it feels like he's constantly around you, watching but quiet.
Without the constant fighting it feels like something is missing, something you've grown used to over the span of weeks, an outlet for your frustrations so you don't snap at some poor classmate that might not be able to take your harsh words.
But also someone who was just a little bit like you, who understands.
Fed up with the quiet treatment you corner him at the very spot you two interacted for the first time.
"Are you scared of me or something?"
Hopping onto the branch next to his current lounging place you stare at him, getting directly to the point, no small talk, not even a greeting.
Scoffing he turns his attention to you fully.
"Don't tell me you miss my beautiful voice already." His voice is teasing but lacks its usual bite and insults.
"Shut your mouth."
"I would but you seem to have a problem with me doing so."
Almost snickering at the angry expression on your face he can't help but take a close look at you, not blinded by annoyance or negative emotions for once.
Here you are, someone who goes above and beyond to avoid talking to anyone, actively seeking him out because his presence has become a grounding permanence in your life.
It makes him wonder what happened in your life for you to become this shut off.
Were you always like this? Or did something in your past cause this?
Is it mistrust? Or just stubbornness?
Several possibilities float through his mind, maybe something traumatic happened? Or maybe you're just spoiled?
Either way, you got one hell of a backbone, something most others lack, it's admirable even to him.
"Stop trying to figure me out." Brought back to the land of the living his thoughts abruptly shut up when your sharp demand hits his ears, it's that exact second he realizes he won't be able to escape you or the peace you unexplainably wash over him.
He feels pathetic over the fact that he's gotten attached to you, you're not afraid to voice your disdain or opinion no matter what and that confidence alone has him spiraling, falling for you without even knowing.
What does your laugh sound like? What makes you happy, what makes you smile? What do you like to do in your free time?
All these questions he wants answers to, that started plaguing his mind way before today, yet he's still denying any forming love for you.
In this very moment however? No thinking about emotions, those will come crashing down when he's alone or someone points it out for him (again).
Right now he'll just relish in the last few strays of light with you, a person so like minded but yet different.
Fate has a funny way of guiding him, making him go from hating your guts to appreciating the calm you bring over him.
Trust comes easy when you're interacting with an almost carbon copy of yourself.
I'm going crazy about the scenario where the reader is superr quiet during intimacy, like you wouldn't hear a peep out of them unless it's a harsh breath in or out and it mostly because they embarrassed/shy or just used to not make any sounds
And Scaramouche tries hardd to make them make some noise, a whimper, a moan, anything as long as the reader gets loose for once
Pretty please and with a cherry on top?:]]
Love your stuff!! Please never stop writing🥺💛
Silent love
AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche
CW: smut, reader is quiet/holding back during intimacy, one mention of electro use, Scara really wants to hear reader
He's going to force down whatever walls you've built around your walls.
A/N: I ran out of words for sounds so I hope this isn't repetitive
I feel like the actual smut part of my fics is always so short and lacking I need to step my shit up
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When people found out that you of all people are dating the cold individual known as the 6th harbinger whispers and rumors automatically started to spread across the Fatui.
Soldiers couldn't help but wonder how a seemingly reserved but independent person like you would end up with the balladeer, known for not bothering much with emotions.
Scaramouche couldn't care less about the gossip spreading about the two of you, you're his priority, as long as you know that your place is with him that's enough.
He doesn't bother to announce the relationship but doesn't hide it either, gripping your hand tightly in public so you don't get separated, desperate to keep you close to him.
It's pathetic how attached he has gotten to you, how much he values you and your company, how he relishes in your attention.
You shower him with affection unapologetically, he savors your love even if he doesn't show it much.
And yet you're always so quiet when he reciprocates your actions, so silent in the eye of intimacy.
Doesn't matter whether it's a hug, kiss or sensual touches, the most he gets is a sharp intake of breath.
The lack of reaction confuses him, even makes him doubt himself, the unwelcome feeling of anxiety settling in his chest.
Is he not enough? Are you just planning to abandon him like everyone else before?
One look at your flushed face makes all those nagging thoughts disappear however, the adoration is clear in your features.
Seems his little darling is just too shy to let him hear those sweet melodies.
Ever since the day he realized it's been his mission to get you to be vocal for him, trying several approaches.
Teasing you, surprising you from behind, even murmuring praise and encouragement into your skin and still not a sound from you.
It's starting to get frustrating, no matter how much he reassures you you won't let him hear you, not during intense kissing sessions after long days, not when he has you literally pinned into the mattress and has you shaking.
Sometimes he'd catch you chewing on your lower lip for the sole purpose of not letting any noise slip past.
Tonight is the night he'll finally make you let go of that stubborn need to hold yourself together, he swears on everything he'll make you let go and relax without worrying about being embarrassed.
Sharing his private quarters with you on a cold night he can't help himself.
Sitting on the bed he wordlessly pats the space between his legs, expecting you to plant yourself there.
Without arguments you take your assigned seat, your back to him.
His lips pepper small kisses over your nape the moment you're in reach, one hand gently brushing away the hair hiding it from him for more access.
His other arm is wrapped firmly around you, he has become accustomed to the small reactions you show, the barely audible hitch in your breathing, the slightest twitch in your fingers.
Determined to make you focus only on him his digits trail up and down your sides, across your hips and waist before slowly shifting to your back, gentle and carefully tracing up your spine.
A shiver jolts through you but still not even a peep falls from your mouth.
Instead of getting discouraged it just fuels him on to try even harder.
Perhaps his mistake has always been to try one or the other, not everything at once.
If he has to tell you the sweetest words, if he has to grip you tightly, if he has to literally pound you into the plush of his cushions to finally have you go crazy, lose your mind and forget all about whatever's holding you back he absolutely will.
Shifting you around he makes you face him before abruptly throwing you onto his mattress.
He almost expects you to gasp in shock but that's just hopeful thinking on his part, your wide eyes the only proof of your surprise.
In an instant he's on you, sucking hickeys onto your neck and everywhere else he can reach, feeling you up without an ounce of shame.
Grinding against you he watches your form as you tremble below him, cheeks heated, staring up at him with pure love.
Still so frustratingly silent though.
Moving closer until he's basically molded against you his weight keeps you trapped in a soft prison.
Your heartbeat is fast, felt even through layers of clothes, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
Mere seconds is all it takes for him to get you out of any clothes you're both wearing, too riled up for any patience to remain.
Palms gravitate towards your breasts on instinct, squeezing, kneading them as his mouth crashes onto yours, devouring like a man starved for years.
At this point he knows your body better than you yourself, knows what spots have you squirming.
Teeth graze against your shoulder, it's all the warning you get before they sink in, not drawing blood but staking his claim, simultaneously his cock thrusts into your tight, weeping cunt with sharp precision.
You absolutely did not expect that, a small gasp catching in your throat but you force it down, swallowing hard to get a hold of yourself.
Growling in annoyance his teeth dig in a little deeper before latching off, he can feel how tense you are, how you're literally holding back on purpose and he's done with it.
Hips set an angry, fast pace, literally rocking you back and forth to the point the bedframe creaks, bottoming out all the way with every ram.
Slamming into you again and again with such roughness has you scrambling and overwhelmed, he's never been this rough, sending bolts of pleasure across your entire nerve system every time his hips meet yours.
Control slips right out of your grasp, your eyes glazing over as he relentlessly ruins you.
Your hand flies up to your lips in an attempt to stifle any whimpers threatening to bubble out but Scaramouche isn't having it, his own fingers clasping around your wrist in a firm grip before it even reaches its goal.
"No." Voice strained he pins your captured limb next to you, refusing to even give you the chance to lift it anymore.
"Absolutely not. Let me finally hear you." Another bite marks your body's surface.
"Let me hear you sing those sweet melodies, let me listen to you, let me hear how good I can make you feel."
Warm puffs hit your sensitive neck, his unoccupied digits making their ways all the way from your tits to your clit.
A single pulse of electro to your pearl rips a single whine from you, your back arching off the bed.
For Scaramouche it feels like time just stopped, you sound even more delicious than he could have ever imagined.
The knowledge that it's HIM that managed to break your walls down, that you finally trusted him with something so clearly hidden from anyone that might have come before him sends a ripple of bliss through him.
No more filters, no more holding back, you've become putty in his very hold, boneless even, so beautiful.
Strings of moans leave you now, the tip of his cock dragging along your inner walls over and over, hitting deep.
Not afraid to show your pleasure anymore has you in such ecstasy, quivering as you can feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, heat pooling in your lower stomach, tightening, clenching.
Almost choking on your own whimpers you gush around him without warning, nails digging into his sheets, quivering.
He's absolutely captivated by the scene, so much he barely notices his own high fast approach and roll over him.
One thing is for certain, after this night he'll never let you hide yourself from him anymore, no matter in what aspect, no matter your reason.
Could I have husband wanderer and his wife (reader) is getting horny and she wants to ride him so badly 🥺
Marriage cravings
AFAB! Wife! Reader x Husband! Wanderer
CW: smut, riding, teasing and slight begging, nicknames (darling, wife)
How can he say no when his wife wants him that bad?
A/N: might be a mess but anyways
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If anyone would have told Wanderer a few years ago he'd be happily married he would have straight up denied that ridiculous statement, maybe even laughed at whoever dared to spout such nonsense.
Who would love someone like him? A heartless imitation of a human being?
Yet here he is today, sharing his life with his sweet wife and wearing matching rings on their fingers.
You love and accept him as he is, you don't try to sugarcoat any mistakes he might have made in the past nor are you blind from the affection you hold for him.
Flaws don't make you feel for him any less, even if you're very clearly aware of them.
So how can he deny his precious spouse when she desires him, yearning for him in such a carnal way?
The second he takes a seat on your home's couch you're climbing into his lap, straddling him and seeking closeness.
Even after a long exhausting day at the akademiya he can tell from your eyes alone how much you want him.
No words have to be spoken, your gaze speaks for itself, almost begging.
As he leans back against the cushions you immediately follow his movement, not allowing any space between you two, basically clinging onto him like a leech.
Nuzzling your face into his neck your arms wrap around him, pressing yourself as close as you can against him, desperate for contact.
His own limbs snake around your waist, returning your embrace, small strands of hair tickling his cheek as he rests it against your head.
"Missed me that much?" Voice dripping with teasing undertones he feels you tighten your hug as a response.
You always manage to bring out his soft side, a side no one else gets to see.
Rubbing his hands up and down your back he lets you cuddle him to your hearts content, feeling relaxed in your hold after such a bothersome day full of other students trying to get to know him.
People at the akademiya seriously can't take the hint that he wants to be left alone and just love to pry into his life.
But here, in the space he shares with you and only you, none of those idiots matter to him.
None of them can ask invasive questions the moment they see his ringfinger.
Here he can be himself without a care, here he can just be without having to justify anything.
Your warmth is calming, a steady presence in his everyday life that he can look forward to coming home to.
Feeling you breath against his skin is soothing, it constantly reminds him of the fact you're exactly where you're supposed to be.
Innocent and peaceful thoughts abruptly come to an end when he feels you start to squirm on top of his thighs.
At first he brushes it off as you getting more comfortable, shifting to prevent soreness.
However you keep shuffling around, lips finding his jawline before trailing lower, teeth nipping at his sensitive neck.
Wrecking a shiver through him his grip on you reflexively constricts as he almost chokes on pure air.
"Biting me now?" He finally figured out what you're up to it seems.
"Don't tell me my darling little wife is getting riled up for me?"
The quiet little whine you let out is enough confirmation, pulling back slightly you look up at him with glazed eyes and flushed features.
Right now you're the textbook definition of needy.
With deliberate slowness you drag your very obviously wet cunt against his crotch, earning you a groan in return.
Tugging at his pants he seizes your hand in his own, tutting at you like a disobedient pet.
"Don't you know how to be patient anymore?"
Frustrated you squirm some more in his lap, you've been horny all day while he was away, you're sick of waiting even a second longer.
"Just let me ride you." The demand is spoken out loud before you can even think twice about it, your face instantly heating up even more.
Blinking once, twice even from pure shock at your unusual boldness, your words shoot straight to his cock, you can feel it twitch below you, hardening.
It's your sign to keep going, only more determined to get what you've been craving for hours.
"Please...?" Such a small little plea, he would have missed it if his focus wasn't entirely on you and you only and it's all it takes to unravel him completely.
Letting go of your captured limb he gives you the go ahead with a small nod.
Not wasting any time you peel away his shorts and your own bothersome fabric, grinding your now bare pussy right against his dick.
Sighing in bliss you move back and forth, coating him in juices of arousal, supporting yourself by holding onto his shoulders.
Head falling back against the soft surface of the sofa it's almost embarrassing how fast he gets rock hard but he can't help it, you just have that effect on him.
Finally you sink down on him, careful and without a hurry, enveloping him in your drenched heat
His breath catches in his throat at the sudden bliss, stare never leaving your quivering form even as you chew on your lower lip.
Unsteady exhales escape your lungs as you get used to the familiar intrusion, only then you start bouncing on top of him, lazily and slow at first.
Up and down, deeper and deeper you feel every drag of his tip against your inner walls, driving you insane with every single slightest movement.
Your fingers clench around his tops fabric, scrunching it in-between them, it's the only thing keeping you anchored.
Unfiltered moans fill the air around you, getting louder every time you hit his base, bottoming out, singing praises without any actual letters.
Quicker, faster you slam down, your mind is blank, only thoughts of your husband cursing through you.
Absolutely captivated by your display his palms once again find your hips, guiding and supporting you when you falter from the strain in your legs.
He could watch you like this all night and day, his loving wife absolutely ruined, quivering and speared open on his cock.
Thrusting up to meet your bounces he reaches places you couldn't imagine, pleasure humming in every nerve of your body as you pant out his name.
Revenge is sweet, taking the form of little hickeys he sucks onto any exposed surface he can reach.
Thighs burn from the repetitive action but you don't care about that, the only thing that matters right now is him.
One thumb finds your clit, brushing against it, pinching and caressing, basically worshipping it as the keeper of where you're both currently connected.
Seeing your orgasm crash over you, gushing around his member, insides fluttering is enough to have him cum as well, the image of you trembling on top of him burned into his memory forever.
Gently he massages your thighs, no doubt you'll be sore after the workout you just went through.
A blanket finds its way around you as you sag against him, boneless, snuggling into him as occasional aftershocks zap through your body.
Back then he would have grimaced at the mention of a sappy marriage but now he wouldn't give it up for anything in the universe.
omg heya!!! I hope ure doing great!! Keep up the good work 🥹😇
do you think You can do Soft!scaramouche x reader
like imagine their friendgroup and them are camping in the beach, as night falls, everyone returns to the beach house. Scara and reader shares a bed in one of the guest rooms. Only light there is the moonlight and the living room led lights flashing in, from deep falls with each other, it becomes more sensual and romantic! It’s up to you how u want the rest to go!! This was just in my vision hehe
Under the moons light
AFAB! Reader x Soft! Scaramouche
CW: fluff to gentle smut, modern, Scara is called Kuni
Only the moons light shall be witness to his affection towards you.
A/N: Reader and Scara are implied romantically involved already
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Kuni is a man that never even thinks about taking a vacation, much less goes to a beach on his own accord.
He never understood the appeal of swinging in the sea and getting knocked around by waves of water.
So even as you and your friend group drag him along to go relax by the sand he just designates himself to watching over everyones stuff, sitting in the shade of an umbrella, away from sun and splashes.
All the noise, the bright beams, everything is annoying to him and yet he can't help but be thankful you pulled him away from stress for once.
Just watching you jump around in the cold wet without a care in the world has his shoulders less tense already.
Occasionally you join him on the towels, warming up a little and reapplying sunscreen, even asking him for help to get those hard to reach areas.
Rolling his eyes he'd snatch the bottle from you, complaining about the fact you have him do this but his words lack any bite or insult.
Not in a billion years would he admit it out loud but he has a soft spot for you specifically, seeing you so full of joy makes him happy and content in return, your smile is almost contagious.
That feeling alone is worth tolerating the overcrowded shore, it fades into the background more and more the longer he observes you have fun.
Your friends he couldn't care less about, his focus is entirely on you, usual sharp and cold gaze as soft as a feather, so busy being enamored by you he doesn't even notice the sky slowly turning dark.
The crowd thins more and more until little stars start decorating the horizon little by little.
Finally everyone retreats into the rented beach house, splitting up to shower, get the dirt and salt off their skin.
Everyone has to share their room with at least one person, he called dips on you immediately when he found out.
There's no way he'll share a bed with any of those other idiots.
Crawling under the sheets he shifts around until he's cozy, waiting for you to return from cleaning up.
Refreshed you finally come out of the bathroom, bundled in a fluffy robe, drenched hair clinging to your features as you finally sneak onto the mattress as well, flipping the switch on the way to turn any lamps off.
Walls are now only illuminated by the full moons shimmer falling in through the open window, the only sound heard is the ocean stirring outside, like a gentle lullaby.
Curtains sway back and forth from the slightest breeze, like dancing shadows.
A slight gap between the door and the threshold allows the slightest bit of man-made LED light to pass through into the tranquil atmosphere.
Seems the others are still chatting in the living room.
Having you so close, still radiating heat, he doesn't even realize he's subconsciously moving closer to you, rolling over to face you.
Your presence alone has always had a calming effect on him from the moment he met you, he can't explain why you're like soothing balm to his overactive nerves.
For the first time in years he's not bothered by the chaos of work or coworkers that constantly chew on his sanity, he's at peace, thoughts drifting senselessly.
Fingers make contact with his back through his shirt, drawing little circles and shapes, tracing dull edges as he shivers appreciatively.
Careful...you're always so careful with him, as if he'd break apart under too much pressure.
Drowsy he basks in your attention, claiming it solely for himself in this moment, he doesn't care if it's greedy, maybe selfish even.
His arms wrap around you as he moves you both, clinging to you until he maneuvers you onto your back, his head resting on your chest.
Your heart beats slow and steady below his ear, a rhythm that lulls him even further serenity, cheek squished against your torso in an attempt to get as close as possible.
Burying your face in his indigo strands you can't help but sigh, massaging at his shoulders and nape, squeezing, kneading until you're rewarded with a groan of satisfaction.
This is his safe haven, your embrace the only one he feels this protected in.
Rubbing against you like a cat begging for pets your robe eventually falls open from the friction, revealing the slightest bit of cleavage that he immediately presses against, desperate for even more contact.
Kisses get peppered across your skin, anywhere he can reach, from the swell of your breast across your sternum to your neck and jawline, little hickeys getting left on the path.
He's been hungry for you since he saw you in your swimwear, since he got to touch you when you needed help with sunscreen and having you beneath him like this only fuels him on more.
Hands tug more on the only cloth separating you from him, wanting as much access as possible, feeling even more needy now.
Finally letting the pesky fabric slip away his breath hitches at seeing you bare for him, he can't believe fate let him be this lucky.
Slotting himself between your legs you can definitely feel how much you're affecting him, no sentences need to be spoken out loud to make his want clear.
Kuni is aware they have to be quiet if he wants to spare you both from a whole lot of teasing, can't forget you and him aren't the only ones in this rented house.
Grinding his shorts against your naked cunt, slow and gentle, the tiniest shaky exhale leaves him, he can't believe the friction alone already feels enough to make him cum.
Trying so hard to be quiet he bites down on his lower lip, not daring to stop the movement of his hips when he sees the bliss spread across your face bit by bit the longer he keeps going.
How can you be so attractive, so beautiful that it makes him lose his mind just looking at you?
Hiding his face in your shoulder soft puffs of air dance across your sensitive flesh, he doesn't trust his arms to hold him up anymore, weight pressed against your form entirely.
Digits trail along your sides until they cup your chest, tugging and twisting at your nipples lovingly until you're squirming, your own fingers struggling to free him from his pants until he's gliding right through your folds.
The tip of his cock pokes against your clit every time he thrusts forward, sending jolts of pleasure through you and up your spine before finally sinking inside, filling you like you were craving him to.
Shuddering at the way your walls clench around him his pace is unhurried, taking his time to enjoy you thoroughly, almost worshipping you in the way he caresses you.
Over and over he hits that special little spot hidden deep with gentle rocks, making stars of ecstasy burst across your vision.
It doesn't take long for him to reach the edge, the combination of being all riled up all day and feeling you envelope him in tight heat makes him want to scream.
With one final ram he spills inside, teeth sinking into your shoulder in an attempt of staying silent, a small whimper forcing itself out his throat.
Absolutely spent from a whole day of doing nothing, a whole day of no worries he collapses onto you, the drowsiness getting the better of him.
Under the moons light you're both a tangled, tired mess that's going to regret leaving the curtains open when the sun shines into your face in the early morning hours.
But for now, in this moment, nothing but the two of you matters.
Me watching the "not confident with my writing" as if you're not my number one writer in scara...
Anywho, can I please have some roommates scara and reader fwb where reader walks around in sweatpants and a bra
Something soft and fluffy but smut if you will:]
maybe some mental restraint/embarrassment of his thoughts on scara's part, like he does find them hot but embarrassed about it or smth like that
Tyy!!! Love your stuff<3
Innocent distraction
AFAB! Reader x Roommate! Scaramouche
CW: fluff to smut, Scara is called Kuni, he's basically feeling you up with a little extra spice, yearning and embarrassed Scara, he goes from just really wanting to hold you to letting hands wander
He almost loses his mind the moment he sees you so casually undressed, all he wants is to hold you and never let go.
A/N: it's crazy how I feel like most of stuff isn't really good and yet I'm someone's number one 🥹 thank you
I've been really dizzy the past few days so uh... Might not be good, still hope I did it justice
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You and Kuni have been roommates for a while, it's just much cheaper to share an apartment than to afford one on your own, especially in the nicer part of town.
It's even better when the person you're sharing an apartment with is your long time friend, one you sometimes do...not so friend related things with, touches lasting longer than necessary but never fully commiting.
Definitely a comfortable way of living out your youth.
Lounging at home your favorite hoodie to relax in is currently doing rounds in the laundry, plus you're feeling rather warm today so you're just minding your own business wearing nothing but your sweatpants and bra.
Surely he won't mind, right? It's not like he hasn't seen you in your underwear before, in fact he once accidentally walked in on you changing.
Giggling at the memory you still can't forget the way his eyes widened and his whole face flushed red, composure for once slipping at his sheer shock.
Leaning against the kitchen counter you're sipping on some refreshments, trying to cool off a little.
And when he sees you while he walks by the door, sees what you're wearing? It feels like his heart just either stopped completely or exploded, heat creeping up to his cheeks before he can even react.
Desperately he tries to flee back into his room, flustered, muttering something about wanting to game but you trail after him, having nothing better to do anyways, claiming you want to watch.
So now he's trapped sitting with you basically half undressed on his bed with him, no excuses left to sputter.
What's he supposed to say, that he suddenly changed his mind and go for a walk? Impossible without you getting suspicious or thinking he doesn't want to spend time with you, which couldn't be further from the truth.
He's trying to focus on whatever he's playing on the screen, he really is, his grip on the controller tight as he catches himself watching you out of the corner of his sight over and over again.
His mind is basically screaming at him to just throw a shirt at you to wear.
How can you be so distracting?! So damn beautiful?!
You're showing yourself off without even realizing it and he's drooling over it like you're a five star meal.
People he knows have teased him about it, how he's attracted to the literal person living with him and never made a move but he always denied it, denied his feelings because of embarrassment.
Romance is something he always thought beneath him, a waste of time.
Yet as much as he refuses to acknowledge it to himself you're absolutely smoking, especially with how you seem so casual and oblivious about it in your own home, no filter, no acting, just you. Completely you.
Is he supposed to keep calm when all he's thinking about is wrapping around you and just burying his face in your chest to relish in your warmth?
Sweet innocent you leans on his shoulder to get more comfortable, pressing right against him, his body going rigid without you noticing.
God's above he doesn't know how long he can restrain himself when you're acting like this, when he can feel your body heat, so cozy against his own.
All he wants is to have you near, in his embrace and not let go, hear you laugh without a care in the world, share your moments with him.
Thoughts and gazes keep drifting to you and he keeps losing and dying in the game, game over screens mockingly glaring at him more times than he bothered to count to the point you decide to give it a try yourself.
Stealing the controller from him is easy, he barely puts up any resistance as your fingers brush his.
Seating yourself in front of him between his legs, back towards him he has no choice but watch as you destroy whatever mechanic he was failing at.
Any patience he might have had snaps as his arms wrap around your waist from behind tightly, pulling you right against his front, chin resting over your shoulder.
Screw holding back.
Your breath hitches a little, hot puffs of his hitting your bare skin but you still manage to clear the part he had trouble with.
Offering the controller back to him he doesn't even make a move to grab it, his hold on you only growing stronger, needier as his face disappears in the crook of your neck, acting like a koala.
So content, so soft... He's going to fall asleep if he isn't careful, finally snuggling the one person he's been longing for for what feels like ages.
The sound of you mashing buttons is a consistent background noises that almost lulls him into dreams, only your occasional shift keeping him awake.
Now that he's given into one harmless urge you moving around causes another far more dirty minded to slowly arise, sudden curiosity about your usual hidden form itching in him.
He really can't catch a break, can he?
Wholesome thoughts of cuddling turn filthy the longer your soft curves are felt against him, the more you squirm and wriggle to keep your limbs from getting numb.
Would you yell at him if his hands start to wander a little, he wonders, barely lucid... Would you slap them away if they found their way under your bra?
Thumbs that have been absentmindedly dragging across your sides get just a little bit more insistent, covering larger areas, trying to figure out boundaries.
Higher and higher his fingers sneak, leaving goosebumps in their wake until they bump against the only fabric that's hiding your chest from him.
Even then you don't protest or scold him, he can tell you're definitely aware of his touch however, even leaning into it.
Either he doesn't dare to go further or he's teasing you, drawing circles on the underside of your breasts now, barely dipping below the cloth, it's driving you nearly mad with desire.
No matter how much you wriggle or push into his palms, they stay in place where they are until you abandon the gamepad entirely, guiding him to cup your tits completely without shame, wordlessly begging him to just squeeze already.
Who is he to deny such a sweet invitation?
Kneading, squeezing he enjoys the effect he's having on you, , seeing you desperate, picking up on every single shiver running through you before finally slithering under your bra, pinching and tugging on your sensitive hardened perks.
His thigh finds its way between yours, grinding against your cunt through your sweats, coaxing oh so pretty sounds from you.
Your attention is solely on him and it's addicting, he wants to make you feel so good you can't think about anything but him.
Digits trail down, into your pants, index and middle finger tracing the outline of your clit through your wet panties, alternating between putting pressure and featherlight caresses until you're literally twitching in his lap.
Tapping, rubbing, circling, all just to please you and have you panting, just for him even without direkt contact.
Over and over he teases you, peppering little kisses anywhere he can reach until you're gushing, quivering as he brings you to your high, anything else forgotten.
As he nurses you through it almost lovingly all you can think about is how you should chill in just your underwear more often if this is the result.
hii!! How r u doing?? I hope you’re doing great I love your stories
•Could you do like classmate/seatmate!Scaramouche x Reader (they tease each other constantly but unknowingly fall in love slowly and scaramouche just wants that cookie so bad that he takes her home and teach her a really great lesson!)
Precious annoyance
AFAB! Reader x Seatmate! Scaramouche
CW: smut, oral (fem receiving), Scara is pussy drunk, Scara is called Kuni, edging and denial, modern AU
He never thought frustration and annoyance would turn into such desperate want.
A/N: I don't have any excuses anymore for writing so slow, just been really busy and tired.
Might have taken the phrase that he wants that cookie too literal
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The usual calm but boring atmosphere in class has been violently erased ever since you've been sat next to Kuni at the beginning of the school year.
At first it was like any other seating arrangement, you both minded your own business, barely speaking or interacting, only when necessary.
Until one of you accidentally elbows the other in the rips hard, brushing it off when the other complained.
You honestly don't remember which one of you two was the victim but from that day on a small war had begun between the two of you.
Both of you would find elaborate ways to annoy each other, teasing your seatmate.
Clicking your pen again and again obnoxiously has him almost go crazy with irritation.
On the other hand bouncing his leg constantly has you almost lunge at him in return.
Flicks at the side of your arm, stealing his pens, all to get on nerves.
More than once you two have been sent to the principal and earned yourself detention, which you of course only used to tease each other more.
What neither of you expected is this lighthearted rivalry to turn into something more, for frustration to turn into want that of course you nor him admit to, not even to yourself.
Touches meant to get a rise out of you linger longer than necessary, jokes get whispered at an unneeded close distance.
The tension between you is so obvious to anyone else that at this point the class has started placing bets as to how long it takes until you end up together officially.
Kuni is the first to realize his feelings but only when he catches himself staring at you, eyes roving over you.
At first he denies it to himself, finding any excuse for his longing towards you but the longer this goes on the more he has to accept his attraction to you.
But that acknowledgement only leads to even more desperate need, to fantasies about you ranging from holding hands to downright sinful images plaguing his dreams, having him feel like a horny prepubescent teen.
This day especially you've been provoking all kinds of reactions from him to the point he hid in the bathroom during lunch.
So when he saw you standing by the schools entrance looking lost at the rain pouring outside, clearly without an umbrella, he saw it as his chance to strike.
Maybe it was pity, maybe it was selfishness that drove him to offer you a ride and to hang out at his home, he won't be dwelling on his reasoning longer than a second.
Having you in his car is an odd experience, your usual attitude gone as you're sitting silently in his passenger seat, fidgeting with your sleeves
No sarcastic remarks leaving your mouth, instead you're chewing on your lip.
The drive seems longer than usual, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight as he forces himself to keep his eyes on the road, how are you so effortlessly infuriatingly affecting him, even when doing literally nothing?
Finally arriving at his little home both of you sprint through the falling drops to the door, almost faceplanting in the process.
It has you giggling at him when he barely catches himself, your usual self back in action.
You dare laugh at him in his own driveway?
It snaps any self control he might have still had as he pushes you inside the open door, immediately pinning you to a nearby wall.
How convenient he lives alone.
He's going to shut you up, teach you to stop messing with him like this, get his head cleared.
Giving you a moment to protest but you just look at him wide eyed, making no move to get him to back off whatsoever.
So his lips crash to yours, he's not gentle whatsoever, all of his pent up desire taken out on you.
A tiny gasp leaving you has him spiraling, he's going to break you, break you with pleasure.
Not letting you pull away for air until absolutely necessary he keeps assaulting you with kisses, trailing down your jaw and eventually neck.
Relishing in the way you just let him completely dominate you, the way your breathing gets heavier ever so slightly the more his fingers brush against sensitive spots.
How he loves making a flustered mess out of you.
Licking his tongue down your skin he sucks little dark hickeys onto you, hands disappearing under your top, trailing up your sides before palming your breasts through your bra, tracing hardening nipples across the fabric with his index, pinching, twisting.
All he can hear is your whimpers slowly increasing in volume and the heavy rain hitting against the window.
Teeth scrape right by where your shoulder and neck meet, it's all the warning you get before he sinks them in, not enough to pierce through but enough to leave marks.
Wriggling you out of your bottoms you kick them somewhere forgotten, soaked panties on full display for him to see.
His digits rub against your clothed cunt, teasing your clit, flicking and rolling it in a way that has you squirming against the wall.
Kissing down your torso wherever he can reach he unhurriedly gets on his knees in front of you, your covered pussy right in front of his face, licking a strip up across the already damp material hiding his meal from him.
Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder for better access he just nudges your underwear aside before diving right in like he's starving.
Lapping at your bare folds sends shocks of bliss right up your spine, your nerves humming as you can barely hold yourself up.
Gripping onto his hair to anchor yourself has him groaning right against you, the tip of his tongue circling around your entrance as if he's about to push in, only to sweep it back towards your sensitive bundle of nerves, poking against it, riling you up even more.
He can feel your desperation in the way your hold on his strands tightens as he scoops the little knob between his lips, he can feel your thighs quivering at the intense stimulation.
Right when he can feel you clench around nothing though he latches off, his breath hitting against your poor clit.
Delicious whines of disagreement reach his ears as you twitch from the sudden denying, needy for more of his mouth on you.
Why give you what you want when you're so pretty when frustrated? This is his payback for all those lessons you spend annoying him.
Blowing onto your cunt slightly he watches you tremble for a while, letting you suffer with want before granting mercy and moving back in, plunging the soft muscle right into your drooling hole.
To him you taste heavenly, his hips rutting against nothing in his own arousal, he can't claim not to be affected by the whole situation.
Eating your oversensitive pussy out like you're the last thing he'll ever have has you come undone right on his tongue, he can feel your walls tighten as you gush all over his face, his nails digging into your hips as he savors the moment.
Kitten licking at the remains he nurses you through your orgasm as you shake, your knees nearly giving out.
But the look he gives you from below tells you he's anything but done with you, not even close.
Gaze heated he still has more to take out on you, more to teach you.
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please please please with a cherry on top do like angsty to HARDCORE SMUT (ok I’m just yeah like that)
Plot: Scaramouche x Reader (modern au) Unrequited love at first, scaramouche is like “she’s just a friend that I just so happened to do more than supposed casual things to!” And reader is getting emotionally constipated of how miserable her life and love life is and they fight and then bang bang boom 🥹 it’s vague because I kinda wanna see what u do with this😇😇
Jealousy
AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche
CW: Angst to smut, unrequited love at first, jealous Scara, Scara is called Kuni, modern
Only when you're slipping through his fingers he realizes what you actually mean to him.
A/N: I've been so damn busy so this is like 2 weeks late
I think this might be my longest one yet even though I suck at angst
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Jealousy is an ugly emotion, that's something Kuni has to learn the hard way. A feeling of helplessness, envy, hurt combined into one.
He despises it, naively thinking he won't ever have to feel it anytime soon, shielding his heart away.
Calling you just a friend has finally caught up to him however.
Truly, he believed in that statement up until now, that you're truly just an acquaintance he's attached to.
For months it's been his go-to explanation of whatever you two had going on and this evening it's finally going to bite him in the ass when you and him go out to drink, he just doesn't know yet.
His very understanding of relationships is already wrapped by itself, always has been, he never saw anything wrong with how he was acting until he had to confront it.
So what if he cuddles with you during movie marathons, let's you cling to him? So what if he holds onto you when he sleeps over at your place, in your bed?
Doesn't mean anything, right?
Kuni is aware society views your connection to each other as way more than simple association, but he couldn't care less what others think of it.
You two are just blurring the lines a little, right? Nothing scandalous.
That's not how you feel about it however.
You're miserable over the fact he acts all affectionate with you only to turn around and call you nothing more than a friend.
Being led on like this hurts, you can tell he doesn't feel the same way about you as you feel about him.
Every time someone asks about you being a couple he denies it outright, shaking his head and waving it off.
Every time you try to talk about what you two actually are he dismisses you like a child throwing a tantrum and changes the subject.
It stings, a lot, you don't know whether to just move on or cling to the slightest hope he likes you back.
At this point you're just tired of it, exhausted of being played with like your love life doesn't matter, of shedding silent tears he never notices, so tonight you've decided to stop waiting around for him and to focus on your own happiness.
Usually whenever someone asked you to dance you would always decline, Kuni knew that.
Imagine his surprise when you actually accept the offer of a guy leading you to the dancefloor, face full of shock.
Frowning he tries to hide the pang in chest at seeing you enjoy your time with someone else, someone that isn't him.
Why does it hurt that much? It shouldn't bother him when he himself always friend zoned you, right?
But watching you smile and laugh at some dude just doesn't sit right, his grip on his glass so tight it might crack as he attempts to keep his composure.
He wants to intervene, pull you away but what was he going to say? He has no right to you, you aren't his partner, so he has no choice but to let it happen, brooding to himself in the corner and snapping at anyone that tries to hold a conversation.
Finally, in the late hours of the night, you decide it's time to head home, basically glowing with joy, completely oblivious to how tense Kuni is next to you.
Only when your door shuts behind you two is when he speaks up, leaning against it.
"So what was that about?" He tries to appear casual but the glare he's shooting at you gives away his inner turmoil.
"What was what exactly?" You question but you have a feeling what this is going to be about.
"You know what I mean, don't play innocent. Dancing around with a guy like that while I'm right there." Eyes drill right into yours, his stare is intense.
The smile drops from your lips, your mood turning sour, bitter even.
"Can I not even have some fun now? I met someone interested in me, what's the big deal?"
Gritting his teeth he can feel an uncomfortable, unwelcome feeling bubble in his chest, an emotion he can't quite identify.
Before he can voice any of his irritation however you cut him off, basically exploding after having bottled up your misery for so long.
"Are you serious? You lead me on, hold my hand, play with my hair, cuddle me but call me a friend to whoever is listening and then have the audacity to get surprised I start looking for other options, for other people that actually want to date me?" Word after word spills from your lips in anger, you're fed up with his behavior.
Blinking he looks absolutely dumbfounded before he remembers how to speak.
Kuni never thought about what you actually mean to him, has never dwelled on it longer than a second.
"You could have talked to me-" it's a weak protest he doesn't even get to finish.
"I tried! I tried over and over again but you didn't listen! Always brushed me off!"
"It's not like I wanted it to be like this!" It's the only defense he can shoot back, he feels cornered, forced to confront something he kept tiptoeing around.
"Well you never tried to fix it either!" Tears sting your eyes as you lay your heart bare in front of him, falling apart, it's like he finally sees you, sees your anguish.
For the first he realizes he's taken you and your love for granted, he always assumed you'd just always be there while he avoided the topic of dating as much as possible, avoided figuring out his own feelings towards you, not considering how much he's destroying you in the process.
But looking at you now he sees how much of an ass he's been, how something he considered technicalities actually mattered a whole lot to you.
"I want to feel loved, feel wanted, not like some backup option you can use and then push to the side whenever someone else comes along..." Wiping your eyes with your sleeve you try turning away from him, only for his fingers to catch you by the chin, holding you still.
His thumb brushes underneath your lids, getting rid of the last few tears remaining.
Without thinking twice he drags you into a crushing hug, refusing to let you go.
"I'm sorry." An unfamiliar phrase, it tastes foreign on his tongue.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I was so stupid."
He can't believe it took almost losing you to finally get it through his head that he loves you. And with that realization a sudden craving for you is making itself known in his gut, the hug isn't enough anymore.
Kisses press against the side of your neck, smooch after smooch hitting your skin before one lands on your mouth, needy and full of want.
In no time at all you're squirming in his arms, it seems it doesn't take much to get you worked up, just a little nip here and there and you're already a mess, melting into him despite everything.
Digits squeeze wherever he can reach, clumsy at first, exploring inches he never thought he'd get to touch, desperate to feel you as if you're about to disappear.
"You better be serious about this..." Your doubts only make him more determined to prove himself to you.
"I'm as serious as I can be." Not an ounce of hesitation can be heard in his tone.
Lifting you by your thighs he carries you to the couch before dropping you onto it, immediately climbing on top of you and slotting himself between your legs.
He's done playing around, palms sneaking under your top, removing it in the process.
Hips grind against your own, letting you feel the effect you have on him, hard length poking right against your clothed cunt.
Hands caress your breasts, pinching at your nipples, rolling them between thumb and index, sending shocks of pleasure right to your still untouched clit, your panties clinging to it with how soaked you're getting by the sudden intimate attention.
Cheeks flush with heat, little pants leaving both of you.
The sight of you below him like this, chest heaving with shallow breaths has him on the very edge of his self control, it's taking everything for his patience to not immediately snap.
Seeing you like this he wants to slap himself for the amount of times he has called you 'just a friend'.
Tugging at your bottoms he gives you time to protest, to kick him away.
When all you do however is look at him with pleading eyes, giving him the slightest nod he loses it, basically ripping the bothersome fabric off along with your underwear.
In no time at all he's freed himself from his pants, hard and ready, lining himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cockhead against it but not quite dipping in just yet.
Whining you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close, begging him to just hurry up without words.
And he can't resist your temptation, slamming in to the hilt in one quick thrust that has you arching off the soft cushions, mouth falling open in shock.
Your tight heat is enough to have him cum almost right there, his body shuddering as he lets you adjust to the sudden intrusion before slowly pulling back out until only the tip remains, teasing you until you're clawing at his back in an attempt to persuade him.
Granting you both mercy he sets a harsh, rough pace, he knows neither of you has the nerve for gentle at the moment, too pent up after that fight, after months of yearning without realizing.
Again and again he pounds into you ruthlessly, the way he's rubbing against your inner walls has you going crazy, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to keep him close, anger forgotten in the haze of ecstasy.
Every rut has your pussy squelching lewdly, the noises escaping your throat a choir of sinful beautiful melodies.
It feels like every single one of your nerve endings is on fire, screaming for him, his touch.
He's like a man possessed, a man addicted with you being the drug, he needs more, needs everything you have to offer.
Angling one of your quivering thighs up he manages to reach even deeper, your eyes glazing over with bliss as he bullies your sweet spot over and over until he can feel you clenching around him, sucking him in, only encouraging him to go even faster, harder.
The noises you're making are obscene, moans only rising in octave as you get closer and closer, warmth spreading through your entire body.
Attacking your neck he leaves obvious hickeys, to him it's a symbol of claim.
"Go on...cum. Cum for me and officially be mine."
His warm breath fans against you as the pads of his fingers find your clit, applying the slightest pressure as they run through your folds all the way to where you are connected to him.
The image he's treated to will forever be burned into his mind, you, shaking from pleasure, orgasming right on his cock, squeezing him like you don't want to let him go.
He sure as hell isn't going to call you anything but his anymore.
Harbinger!Scara and Harbinger!Reader getting their freak on before a meeting, like just doing something absolutely horrendously downbad and then someone walks in on them at the end (can be whoever, as long as it's a funny reaction 😭🥹)
Invisible intimacy
AFAB! Harbinger! Reader x Harbinger! Scaramouche
CW: smut, cock warming, Scara gets cock blocked and walked in on, Scara is down bad and desperate, mention of overstim if you really squint
Never in his life has he cursed someone for coming through a door this much.
A/N: I don't know how to write funny reactions 🫠
Lowkey struggled with what I wanted them to do for the down bad part...
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It was no secret that you're close with your colleague, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers. However, mere agents and soldiers are not aware of the extent of how much you're involved with the stone cold beauty that carries the title of Balladeer.
Many eyes are on him but yours are the only ones that matter in his mind.
Nobody, not even your fellow harbingers, know how you two got to know each other so well or how he even started to trust you, it's a secret between him and you.
At first he treated you like any other, spitting harsh and degrading words, avoiding small talk as much as possible.
However he soon realized you're more competent than the others, working with you was actually easy.
You take whatever tasks are handed to you seriously, not messing around unlike certain other individuals.
Less and less insults are thrown at you until he slowly but surely starts appreciating your company more and more.
When you go out of your way to save him from danger however, danger his guarding subordinates didn't even notice, his respect and trust cements itself in his very soul.
Somehow you got wind of it even miles away, going off on your own just to drag him out of harms way.
It made him attached to you, realizing you actually care about him as a person and not just his title.
Unknown feelings blossomed in his chest from then on out, on the outside his cold facade remains, inside he's soft for you.
But while you're smart and strategic you seem to be absolutely oblivious to his affection towards you, even blind to it, he doesn't know if you're pretending to not notice or if you're really just ignorant.
Either way it's driving him mad, frustration and desperation mixing together, making him a pent up mess.
He's trying to control himself, really is but when he opens the door to today's meeting room he almost loses it right there, feeling like the air got punched out of him.
You're already there, alone, sitting in your seat, one leg crossed over the other, not an unusual sight.
This is the first time he sees you wearing your harbinger coat though, his thoughts are screaming, literally how do you look good in everything, even fully covered?!
It shouldn't affect him this much, it's the same cloth the others wear with only the slightest differences and yet his nails dig into his palms in an attempt to keep his composure.
Watching you pat the chair next to you wordlessly he doesn't have a choice but to accept his fate and sit down, stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye again and again while you two wait.
He tries to be subtle about it, to be sneaky.
Still you notice, meeting his gaze the next time his indigo iris shifts towards you, his body freezing, caught, vulnerable.
The tension between you is unbearable for him, he wants to grab you and scream his adoration at you to finally make you understand but words fail him.
Only when you reach out, brushing a stray strand away from his face he finally snaps, basically lunging at you, he's had enough of waiting.
With seemingly lightning speed he pulls you onto his lap, coat falling off your shoulders, your back to his chest with his fingers holding onto your hips tightly.
"I have enough of you teasing me, acting like you don't know what you're doing." His breath hits your skin as he keeps you against himself, not allowing an inch of space between you.
"You knew the whole time, didn't you? You just waited until I finally cracked."
The little giggle you let out just confirms his suspicion, earning you a small nip at the back of your neck as punishment.
If only he knew how much of a tease you can really be.
Pressing back against him you move just the slightest bit on his lap, ass right against his crotch, the tiniest little gasp leaving him as his hands twitch against you with the need to feel you.
Head burying into your shoulder he tries to hide how much you affect him, cheeks red.
But the way his hardening length is poking you from behind makes it obvious.
Your movements don't stop even as you reach into his pants with a little trouble, freeing him, stroking him up and down as little pants leave him.
All this time he didn't dare dream of having you touch him like this, it's clear he'd do anything just to keep you against him, his desperation for you winning over his pride.
He doesn't expect you to straight up just sink his cock into your tight heat though, didn't even notice you've somehow wriggled your bottoms down discreetly.
Teeth bruise your skin as he swallows his noises with great difficulty, eyes clenching shut, unable to resist the urge to thrust up into your cunt and chase that sweet delicious high of bliss.
Flicking him playfully you shake your head, scolding and warning him to behave and hold still if he doesn't want to get caught.
This is torture, hell even, worse than months of pent up frustration.
And though you try to appear put together he can very much tell you're struggling too, tense while seated on his thighs, your face flushed and turned away but stubbornly not moving an inch for relief.
Maybe it's time for a little revenge, he wraps you in his own coat, trapping you while protecting you from unwanted potential gazes at the same time.
Palms explore across your sides, squeezing, wandering until you're squirming in his lap, trying to keep quiet by biting down hard on your tongue.
Playing with your chest through your shirt he's taking great pleasure in watching you fall apart.
A smug smile blooms on his face, enjoying the feeling of control right until you suddenly clench around him, a chocked whine forcing itself out his throat at the sensation.
"You little-"
Just as he's about to throw you onto the table and take his energy out on you as payback the door swings open, Sandrone walking in with Pulonia not far behind.
She stares at the scene in front of her with a deadpan look, your flustered form frozen on Scaramouches legs, cocooned in his white coat while yours lays abandoned somewhere else.
"Have you turned into a lapdog now?"
Crossing her arms over her chest she takes her seat across from yours, judging stare never leaving you, giving you no chance to escape your awkward position or fix yourself.
Scaramouche, equally as tense as you, never raises his head from your shoulder, knowing it will give everything away.
The 7th harbinger isn't stupid, she knows something perverted is going on but she can't prove it, especially not as the others start slowly arriving one after the other, all of them curious and confused about your unusual seat.
Childe whistles at the display, only barely dodging the cup you throw in his direction.
Some think the Balladeer might just be sleeping, leaning on you, amused at his clinginess, so that's the explanation you go with, trying to keep some of your dignity.
They're unaware of how his arms are slung around you like ropes, feeling like he might just explode if he lets go.
Of course the meeting drags and drags for what seems like hours, finally ending when it's already dark out.
The moment the last person leaves, which is a grinning, knowing Tartaglia, you're lifted on Scaramouches now painfully hard cock only to be dropped back down, bounced even, both of you so incredibly sensitive it doesn't take long to reach the peak of bliss together, exhausted and limp.
"If you ever pull something like that again, I swear..."
Somehow you can't take his unspoken threat seriously.
CW: smut, masturbation (both male and female), stalking, yanderish Scara, hacking, nicknames (doll, darling), paranoia, modern
You think covering your camera keeps you safe, completely forgetting about your audio.
A/N: Screenshot of request since the person wishes to stay anonymous.
On a more personal note, for the intro I threw a little of my own experiences with paranoia in because this quite literally has been a problem for me in the past so... 🥹
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You've always been a little anxious, a little paranoid, especially when it came to your online security.
Careful with e-mails, links, messages to the point it sometimes drives you crazy, causing you to panic irrationally.
Every password you have is a different one, combinations of letters, numbers and symbols longer than complicated math problems, periodically checking if anyone has access to your log-ins.
Camera lenses have been covered, making sure nobody could watch you through them without your knowledge.
All those security measures didn't stop a certain very determined individual though.
Any normal hacker just looking to grab some information or hold of an account would have given up and moved on to their next victim.
But Kuni isn't just any regular hacker, not anymore.
He isn't just after some random person, he specifically wants into your files and data, spending days, even weeks trying to get his way in, all without your knowledge.
His affection for you started innocently enough, he ran into you a few times at the store, holding casual conversations he usually hates while waiting in line to pay, going your separate ways after.
Then he saw you even more often in the little cafe you frequent and before he knew what was happening you've wriggled your way into his thoughts and heart, not leaving his head anymore.
Unhealthy obsession took root, he started stalking you, taking note of every little thing you do, your way to work, your schedule, little habits, everything.
Picture after picture is taken with his phone, all from far away so you don't notice him.
Never did he get a glimpse into your four walls however, only seeing your silhouette through the blinds of your window at most.
The fact you're so careful with your privacy, both online and offline, makes his need to know more about you just flare even hotter.
You're a challenge he's determined to beat.
Kuni wants to be closer to you but he can't just break in, he's too clumsy for that and he'd definitely leave traces, so he tries to get his fill a different way.
Night after night he clicks away at his keyboard, imagine the disappointment he feels when he finally does get access to your computer only to find out he can't see anything but darkness through your webcam.
Sure, he can see all the little photos you've taken, stored on your device, even read your chats and notes but it doesn't compare to seeing you live in the moment.
This discouragement doesn't last long however when he notices your microphone very much available, he hears you murmur something, it seems it completely slipped your mind.
Delighted he gets to listen to your voice from the comfort of his room a satisfied smile spreads onto his features, hearing you chatter with friends over calls, talk to yourself occasionally, all without you suspecting anything.
You become his favorite noise, his favorite song, no matter where he is he'll be wearing headphones, playing recordings of you when he's away from his screen.
The little laugh you let out when your friends joke around has feelings of joy but also jealousy twisting in him, he wants to be the only one that gets to hear that sweet melody...
This evening he's spinning around in his chair, laid back comfortably with you once again in his ear, shuffling about in your room.
You're unusually silent, he immediately picks up on the fact that your breathing is just slightly heavier than usual, not even the smallest change in your behavior escapes him.
Interest is piqued when your sheets rustle in the background, the sound of your movements clear.
Brows furrow in confusion, are you restless? Tossing and turning? Maybe you're sick?
Worried he's about to get up and show up at your house, stopping as your mic picks up the tiniest little gasp.
Pausing abruptly in his twirling realization dawns on him.
His little doll is being naughty, gasping for air not from illness but from desperation instead.
In his mind he curses your paranoia like never before, he could have helped himself to such a delicious sight if it weren't for your covered cam.
For now he'll have to make do with relishing in your pants and rising moans.
So needy, he knows exactly what you're feeling without even seeing your face, his thoughts running wild.
Are your cheeks flushed? Eyes glazed over? Lips parted as little puffs of air escape you?
Question after question fills his mind, his fist gripping his armrest so hard his he might break it as his headphones play your sinful melody, only for him.
Are you using your fingers? Or are you using a toy to stretch that cunt apart, chasing your high?
The image of you forming in his brain is pure lewdness, he wishes to see you below him, looking up at him through eyelashes soaked with tears of bliss.
Shaking his head he tries to pull himself back together but it's too late, his cock already straining against his shorts.
Groaning he leans back, feeling way too hot, all of a sudden.
It feels pathetic, wrong and yet he can't help himself, his own hand sliding under the constricting fabric, grasping at his length.
Unconsciously he times his strokes with your rhythm, up and down in the exact pace he can hear your pussy squelching on the other end of the one sided communication.
His whimpers start to match yours, lids closing as his chest rises and falls fast.
The moment you speed up he does the same, wishing it was him ruining you instead of you, his precious darling, having to do it yourself, he's willing to bet he'd have you screaming in minutes.
It's obvious you're getting closer and closer to cumming, especially when you lose any filter, not caring about your volume anymore.
Your movements are erratic, so are his, all until you suddenly still, whining, clearly having reached your peak, shouting so beautifully.
He follows mere seconds after, shaking in his seat, cock twitching in his hand as he goes boneless, sinking into the cushions.
Trying to catch himself he barely registers you shuffling on your end, clearly unsteady on your feet as you approach your computer.
Kunis body locks up as he hears you mute your microphone, it hits him like a truck.
And do you realize that it just makes him even more eager to have you to himself, not just as an audio but completely?
You knew. But since when?
Did you only notice something off about your mic now? Or have you known for longer than you let on?
One day he'll get to witness what you're hiding in that room of yours, he swears.
hi! First time requesting :D really enjoy your work!
Anywhoo, I was hoping you could do a sub!scara x yandere!fem reader. Since scara usually feels abandoned, instead of being creeped out that he is being stalked, he’s lowkey into it… the smut is up to you!!
He's very much aware of the eyes on him and he can't stop himself from indulging in your attention.
A/N: I've been sickly so this took longer than I wanted it to...
I hope I made him subby enough
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As silent and stealthy as a mouse, moving around without a sound. That's how people would describe you, ever since your childhood you've been quiet on your feet, often sneaking up on people from behind, scaring the daylights out of them.
But you never thought it would one day come in handy.
While you were out running errands you happened to bump into someone on accident, immediately going to apologize.
Any words you could have stuttered out however die in your throat the moment you make eye contact with the person, cold indigo eyes staring right into your own.
"Watch where you stumble." He snarls before turning away, leaving you stunned and flustered.
You thought this was the end of it. Really did, but you kept seeing him around no matter where you went, it wasn't long before you thought about him constantly.
The more you saw him the further he gnawed his way into your heart without him even realizing it.
Obsession took root of your very being, you start to notice little things about him no one else pays attention to.
His little habits others don't pick up on whether out of ignorance or out of fear, you don't know.
The way a permanent scowl sits on his face, the way he rubs the back of his neck when irritated or pissed off...
Before you even know it you have a little notebook with all your findings written down, his name, height, favorites and dislikes, entries of anything noteworthy you've witnessed, even little doodles by the sides.
Many people would call you a stalker but you prefer observer... you're fully aware that what you're doing is wrong and creepy but you just can't stop.
He has made you feel something no one before him managed to make you feel, you're addicted to it, like a sweet forbidden fruit.
Scaramouche is very aware of the eyes that seem to constantly follow him around, he isn't stupid, nor is he oblivious.
At first he didn't care, thinking whoever it was would get bored eventually and leave him alone, he couldn't be bothered to go out of his way to confront you, having more important things to do.
Weeks pass but you didn't stop, in fact you get even more persistent it seems.
Even in his own quarters a cold shiver runs down his spine whenever you watch him through the window, but whenever he turns to catch the culprit all he gets is a glimpse of your clothes as you disappear.
You're fast, moving without a sound, basically a second shadow.
It's confusing to him, why would you stick around for so long?
It's not that he dislikes the attention itself but he wants to know who you are, what your goal is. Are you a spy? Planning something?
Lucky him, he finds you dropped your little diary when you made your latest escape.
Flipping through it your adoration towards him is as clear as day, infatuation dripping from every letter, jealousy seeping through the paper whenever you saw him talk to another.
He should be disgusted, grossed out but he's not, the knowledge that someone out there cares enough about him to notice his little quirks has heat spreading through his entire being, grip on the book tightening ever so slightly.
As messed up as it is, after having been abandoned again and again he relishes in the spotlight, an unfamiliar vulnerability presenting itself.
Still, the notes don't have a single clue who his mysterious follower is. So a little trap is set, with the knowledge you're likely panicking realizing your precious collection of information is gone.
Keeping the item close on his person but visible he goes about his day, fully aware you'd be nearby eventually.
And when he feels you try tugging it away stealthily? He finally gets a clear look of you as his head snaps towards you.
What he finds is not what he expected, no. You don't look like a deer caught in headlights, don't look like a kid who got caught with its hand in the cookie jar.
No, you look at him with a pure, unfiltered crazy obsession, something he's never seen directed at him.
It stuns him to the point he doesn't realize his hold on your notebook loosens.
Never in his life before has he been this genuinely lost, this flustered when faced with someone who actually wants him, flaws and everything that comes with it.
You can't get over how cute he looks, staring all frozen just because of you, using the moment of his distraction to pull him away from unwelcomed eyes into a quiet corner.
Absolutely speechless he just lets you, let's you drag him to a place with more privacy surrounding the two of you before you crowd him against a cold wall, caging him in.
You waited so long for him to finally notice you can barely contain yourself anymore, shuffling close to him and burying your face in his neck, taking in his scent.
If it was anyone else he'd immediately shove them away and slap them hard, furious and accusing them of playing games.
Yet he's seen your devotion to him first hand, seen how you spend most of your day following him around, read the things you wrote about him, he can't deny it makes him feel special for once in his life, he's absolute putty in your hands.
Once you start peppering kisses along his skin any reluctance he might have had goes out the window, his trembling hands find your waist as a shaky breath leaves him, thrown off by the storm of emotions inside him.
Massaging his shoulders you have him melting against you in seconds, not used to touch this gentle, this honest.
Not only is it affecting his thoughts but you're very much having an influence on his body, evident by the fact you can feel his member poking your thigh much to his horror, unfamiliar with intimate affection.
His face flushes, something he didn't even think he was capable of, his hips rocking against your leg in an attempt to get even the slightest bit of relief.
Shame fills his chest, how could he, the 6th Harbinger, let himself be reduced to a blushing mess like this?
The urge to bite rude sarcastic remarks dissolves on his tongue fast as your digits sneak downwards and into his shorts, a tiny gasp leaving him instead as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.
Pride has no place in this situation, he feels way too good having someone all for himself, someone who'd rather die than let anyone else have him.
Indulging in this might become his new guilty pleasure, especially when you coax even more whines from him as you wrap your hand around his now hard cock.
It's embarrassing how fast he got riled up but he doesn't get to think much about it as you slowly stroke him, your lips never stopping their assault, sucking little hickeys.
You knew he'd sound sweet when in bliss, imagined it many times but oh how amazing it is to actually be able to hear it as he sighs right besides your ear, getting more frequent the faster you love your wrist.
Clinging to you his eyes close, he doesn't care to hold back anymore, bucking into you with need.
Who are you to deny such a request?
Speeding up you can feel his knees buckling, guiding him to sit on the ground with you crouching in front but not stopping your motions for even a second.
Soft puffs leave his mouth, limbs quivering as you show no mercy, dragging your thumb across his slit, smearing already leaking precum over his cockhead.
Up and down, a repetitive but pleasurable tactic that has him arching his back off the wall, it takes everything in him to not get too loud and let others hear how you're absolutely ruining him.
You start removing yourself from him, nails dig into your sides, almost not letting you pull away, a protest at the loss of your warmth.
He doesn't get to complain though as you free him from his pants, leaning down and trailing your tongue across the underside of his shaft, kitten licking at the top while squeezing the base.
Sucking on the tip is all it takes to have him come undone, head leaning back as a chocked cry rips from him before he can reel it in, gripping onto your hair like it's his lifeline as his orgasms hits him with an intensity he's never experienced.
Calming himself down he doesn't even realize you're crawling back up towards him, nuzzling back into him as you hold him close to you, basically fusing him to you.
Your message is clear: You're not willing to let him go. And he doesn't want you to.
