#kuni

[godbirdart]

「 GLAMOROUS IRIDESCENCE 」 🎇💎 portrait commission for kuni.blue

[cendiqii]

indigo

[moonlit-letters]

"Like Starlight" ✧

At first, Scaramouche barely noticed you. You were just there—quiet, persistent, irritatingly kind. He had no reason to pay you any mind. A harbinger had no use for mortals who smiled at him as if he were something more than what he was.

But then… he started to notice.

The way you always seemed to wait for him, even when he didn’t ask you to. The way your laughter slipped through the cracks of his carefully built walls, soft and warm, refusing to be ignored. The way you looked at him—never with fear, never with reverence, but with something simple and impossible: trust.

He hated how it made him feel at first. The strange heaviness in his chest when you weren’t around. The way his eyes searched for you in a crowded place without him realizing. The way your absence lingered like a missing heartbeat.

One evening, he caught himself staring. You were humming under your breath, mending a small tear in your sleeve. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary—and yet, Scaramouche found himself frozen, memorizing the curve of your lips, the glow of lantern light painting your hair, the sheer serenity of your presence.

Something inside him ached. Something fragile and dangerous.

“Why are you always here?” he asked, voice sharp, defensive. You looked up at him with a small smile. “Because I want to be.”

That was all. No grand declaration. No expectation. Just quiet certainty.

And Scaramouche—who had been abandoned, discarded, cursed to believe no one would ever choose him—realized with dawning terror that you already had.

Days passed. He stopped questioning why you stayed. He stopped pushing you away. He even let himself laugh once, and the sound startled him as much as it startled you.

Little by little, he softened. He caught himself reaching for your hand without thinking. He caught himself remembering your smile when he closed his eyes. He caught himself whispering your name in the dark when he thought no one could hear.

And then, one night, when you almost stumbled on the path, he instinctively grabbed your wrist, steadying you. Your fingers lingered against his, warm and steady.

He didn’t let go.

Scaramouche lowered his gaze, heart pounding against ribs that weren’t supposed to feel. “…Stay close,” he murmured, almost embarrassed. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You blinked at him, soft surprise turning into a smile so radiant it made his chest ache.

And Scaramouche realized then—quietly, terrifyingly, beautifully— that he was already in love with you.

[jisuto]

[amourette]

MY DEAR Y/N; an exes-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, modern au/smau (???) with our dear, Scaramouche!

SYNOPSIS; you and scaramouche were once lovers, both of you being each other’s first loves in middle school—all the way to your junior year. but after growing apart & growing up, you two broke it off quite calmly, brushing it off as an inevitable outcome. but, what’ll happen now that you two are at the same university, coming across one another (too) frequently? will you two even be as close as before? friends? enemies? lovers?

STATUS; ongoing 3/15—tba

WARNINGS; lots of swearing, no-more-life jokes, slow updates/no schedule, non-proofread writing, angst/hurt to comfort, drama, etc.

SIDE NOTES; any chapters written with italics have writing in them + i have not made a taglist, let me know if you want to be in it! also, bigbigbig hearts to the anon who sent in a request about this (on my most recent post), love ya!

taglist 1 is now closed. taglist 2 is available if needed :)

bitches, bros & non binary hoes | whores + aether :3

00. from the start

01. get out

02. familiar faces

2.5. stupid in love

03. cupid! (it’s april)

04. right side of my neck

05. ok i’m done writing tba!

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[kkuzushi]

Haii, it's been a while but can I request sub!scaramouche smut again? Feel free to ignore if not comfortable but I can't stop thinking about him in women's Lingerie while you praise him and kiss him all over, thrusting into him gently while he cries in your arms basically melting from you being so gentle? Thank youu!! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

-🎸anon

“ 𝗣𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗮𝘄 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!scaramouche x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: scara in lingerie, gentle sex, praising, dacryphilia(?), angst if you squint, penetration (either cock/strap; not mentioned)

✦ 𝘄ord count: 943

✦ 𝗻otes: Hello, 🎸 anon! It surely has been a while. This one is shorter than my previous works since I got straight to the point, I do hope it’s still enjoyable. Maybe this could be my D1 for Kinktober?? [PS: here’s the reference for the lingerie]

Being vulnerable was seen as a weakness by The Balladeer. Over the centuries, he mastered the ability of hiding the flaws he had always seen in himself, never allowing to open up with others. It was shameful; letting his guard down, inviting ridicules and betrayals.

He'll never allow such a thing to happen again.

So why were there pitiful sobs coming out of his mouth? Why were warm tears spilling uncontrollably from his eyes? No matter how much he suppressed them, it continued, along with sniffles he desperately tried to silence.

There laid the puppet in his most delicate form—adorned with black, babydoll lingerie. The off-shoulder garment stretched back up as his arms clung around your neck. Its flowy and see-through fabric teased your eyes, subtly revealing his slender body beneath it.

“You're breathtaking,” You whisper, pressing your hips firmly against his. He'd shoot a glare if he wasn't distracted by the slow, tantalizing rhythm of your movements. Breathtaking? That almost made him scoff, when in truth, you were the one that's taking his breath away.

“Shut–mnhah..! ♡” Scaramouche tried to retort only to fail as a shiver ran through his body. His usual sharp tongue faltered, leaving him flustered and struggling to regain his composure.

A chuckle left your lips, the desire to push him further fueled by his reactions. Each time you thrust into him, a kiss was planted on his neck. This was too much, you were simply too gentle.

“Are you embarrassed?” You asked softly, sweeping his disheveled bangs away from his face, revealing the red tint around his cheeks.

“Embarrassed?” Scaramouche repeated, his flustered expression increasing before attempting to retort once more, “D-Don’t make me lau—hAH♡♡ngmm..?!~”

As he feels your mouth latch on to the soft skin of neck, a mewl emits out of him. Sucking so gently yet firmly, this would for sure leave a mark. Still, you kept in mind to leave it somewhere less provocative—knowing Scaramouche, he'd complain about it the next day.

You pulled away shortly after, seeing the small red mark on his neck, “We're the only ones here, dearest,” you continued, coaxing the puppet out of the walls he built around himself.

The Balladeer's pride was slowly crumbling, your comforting presence mixed with your intimate gestures, and the way you nestled inside him.. archons, what did he do to deserve this?

His very existence had always been marred with abandonment, rejection, and betrayal.. yet here you were, making him feel accepted, cherished even. Just the thought of it brings him to tears.

“You’re so.. annoying..” He sniffled, his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his pride. His eyes darted away from your gaze, but despite his words, his actions betrayed him. His legs wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer, almost instinctively seeking more of your warmth.

With you settled deeper inside him, a sigh collectively escapes the both of you. “Let me hold your hand,” You murmur softly, lifting yourself just enough to free his arms from around your neck. Your fingers find his, intertwining gently as you guide his hands to yours.

Scaramouche's eyes flicker towards your hands, “Hnm.. you’re too gentle,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if the words themselves pained him to speak.

“You deserve it.”

“No..! I don't–”

Before Scaramouche could finish, your lips pressed firmly against his, silencing his protest. His breath hitched in surprise, his hands tightened around yours, trembling slightly as he kissed you back, hesitantly at first then with growing need.

As the two of you get lost in the kiss, your hips start to move again, languidly thrusting into him. The puppet's whimpers are muffled into the kiss—he gasps and you take the opportunity, entering his mouth with your tongue, exploring the warm cavern.

“Mmph..!♡ Hnmm..” His eyes are shut tight, tears spilling uncontrollably. Every movement you give him is slow and gentle, yet filled with intensity that makes him want more. It almost made him feel guilty, if it wasn't for the way your thumb caresses his hands, your bodies meeting each other in a tender dance.

Soon, you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of you. Scaramouche's eyes slowly opened and you instantly noticed how they've softened.

“Kuni, my good boy–”

“Don't call me that!” Scaramouche quickly cut you off, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment and frustration.

“But you are my good boy ♡,” You repeat while kissing his chest, the lingerie obstructing the sensation. A sigh escapes your lips as you rest your head on his chest, the absence of a heartbeat catching your attention.

“There's nothi–mm♡ngh! nothing.. for you to hear..” Scaramouche sobbed, his voice wavering with the weight of his emotions. How he wished he had a heartbeat for you to hear. If there ever was, he bet it would be racing faster than he could imagine.

You smile softly, guiding one of his hands to your chest. "Then I'll just share mine with yours ♡, " you murmur. His fingers press against your skin, feeling the steady thrum of your heart. It reminds him of enemies on the verge of their end, frantic and fearful. But with you, it felt different—grounding, safe.

Suddenly, a warmth poolrd in his stomach. Butterflies? No, this sensation was too familiar. "W-Wait... I think I'm going to..." The harbinger gasped, his breath hitching as your pace quickened, pushing him closer to the edge.

"Me too," you sighed, your voice now breathless. Scaramouche could feel your heartbeat racing against his hand, the rhythm matching the rising tension between you both as the two of you chased release.

“Cum with me, Kuni. ♡”

“Y-Yes.. hahn..♡♡ yes please..♡”

[trashmouthjr]

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