#scaramouchexreader

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⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　pretend enemy ! ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ modern!au!scara x fem!readerㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ you talk to your guy classmate to ask questions about the project you and him are doing, not noticing the fact that scaramouche was watching you two, until he pointed it. you shrugged and told him not to think too much about it. but should you really be underestimating your enemy’s jealousy.. ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , handcuffs (fluffy ones) , sex toys , some degradation , && praise .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , not proofread !!

﹒ thoughts ; HELLO STAR ANONN!!! (Is it ok to call u that?) Thank you so much for requesting 😭😭💕💕 I didn’t have any motivation and I didn’t have ideas either. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! :D so sorry this was late btw 😔😔 BTW THIS IS STRAIGHT UP PORN LIKE FIRST SENTENCE BOOM BOOM POWW jk

ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS SUCKS SO BADDDDDDIDDHHSJW BF

> story right under the cut <

⋆.*ೃ✧→ Top Male reader

CONTEXT→ Y'all Fuck in a public park 🏞️

TAGS → Top Male reader, Male Reader, X male reader, AMAB! Reader, Scaramouche, Scaramouche x male reader, Genshin, sub! character

Scara's trembling arms linked around your neck, His form shuddering as visible ropes of sweat formed on his pale skin, subtly moving around your lap, grinding on your hard-on situated on his ass. The sound of people at the park, children playing and the chatter of the people around the both of you made his pussy wet. A wet patch showing on his panty under his pleated skirt. Scara bit his lip feeling your callous fingers slide across his spine, smoothly slipping their way under his skirt and going inside his pink lacy panties.

( 𖤘 ) ▸ tumbling the tumbled : scaramouche x fem! reader !

scaramouche have always found you to be a pill he can't seem to swallow . you were always too hard to ignore , too easy to wish for . he spent his whole highschool thinking you'd remain being nothing as he so desperately hopes , but is now oftentimes sleeping with dreams of you and how you've tumbled his existence .

(!!!) mentions of reader being a cutie patootie ! tsundere to the highest level scara ! cuddly reader & scara ! modern!highschool! au again cause that's all i can ever write AHAHAHAHAHA lmao :D ooc characters ! 1.5k words !

"Oi , wake up ." scaramouche was never the most decent , but he's long since learnt to mind his own business . so , why does he bother with you ? sleeping so leisurely by the far corner of this massive library .

well , maybe it's because , it's been more than half an hour since the bell rung . it's way past lunch break . you ought to be in class . just as him . he isn't quite sure if you're as uncaring of being late or absent for a period or two . he's seen you wake up on time countless of times like clockwork , like a bot programmed to be up and about at the most appropriate of timestamps .

“Miss me?”

- Where your appointed husband comes back from his 3 week business trip, excruciatingly tired.

-genshinScaramouche x fem!reader

(first post so bear with me)

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It’s already been a year since the sixth harbinger took you from your small Sumerian village to serve as his “wife” for an advantage in his missions.

Your “husband” had gone on a 3 week investigation all the way in Liyue. Honestly you haven’t been keeping track of the days that had gone by, your routine wasn’t exactly exciting either. Being the Balladeers wife had its pros, your respected on the same level, treated well by staff, ask for anything and you’d have it in the blink of an eye. In contrast you don’t have much freedom, you cant really speak up without the approval of your husband.

You enjoyed these 3 weeks of quiet, no conferences, no sitting pretty for the people to feast their eyes on.

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You stood in front of the vanity in your shared bedroom in Sheznaya, slowly combing your dark hair. You wore a deep purple silk night dress, lined with lace and thin straps to show the majority of your shoulders, as well as a bit of your back.

You liked the feel of the silk around your body, it was slippery and tingly and ever so soft, this dress especially. It was custom made, commissioned by your husband from a well known Inazumian seamstress in Fontaine, made with authentic materials straight from Inazuma.

As you were about to sit down, you hear the bedroom door click open. With a creak you see the reflection of Scaramouche, his indigo hair all ruffled and disheveled, you could see the eye-bags creeping under his bottom lashes. Amidst that, he looked well kept, his clothes were ironed and neat.

You turned around and gave him a soft smile. “Scara..! I didn’t expect you to come back home tonight, was your trip cut short,

my love?”

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The last two words made the balladeer stop in his tracks, he stared at you with a blank expression for a split second before walking towards you

facing the mirror before answering, “The trip was postponed.” he says while coming closer, closer than expected.

His chest is merely just a hair from touching your bareback, he wasn’t wearing his coat, no, he took it off before approaching you, leaving him with his sleeveless compression shirt below.

He leans down slightly to your ear, “Is this the dress I bought you?” his voice barely above a whisper while slipping a hand on your waist. That made you shiver in response, he doesn’t really partake in physical contact with you other than in pictures and events- so it was all the more surprising when he starts feeling up the fabric, running his hand up and down your waist, making your ears quite pink in response.

Without warning, he takes his other hand and caresses your bare shoulders, playing with the thin strap between his index and thumb. He’s basically breathing in your ear now, so close that your bare back is pressed against his chest.

His hand leaves your shoulder and meets the fabric right below your cleavage, moving ever so slightly. The hand on your waist goes down to your hips feeling the entirety of the dress all together. He pulls you close and now fully draping his arms on your body leaning on you for support.

Geez, that must’ve been a tiring 3 weeks

you thought to yourself.

Pressing his nose to the dip of your neck, he closes his eyes as he takes in your scent.

He moves his head a little under your ear, staring at you from the reflection in the mirror. You hold his cold and pale hands in response, gently caressing them with your thumb.

You never saw him like this before, the balladeer was never clingy and whiny in your ear. He plants a slow, small kiss on the back of your neck, tilting your head giving him more access, he plants a few more pecks before speaking- “You look…” He clears his throat, “The dress suits you. I mean.” he says as he rests his chin on your shoulder and presses his cheek against yours.

“purple might be your color.” he mumbles.

You hum in response, leaning into his touch, you admit, this was enjoyable-comforting even.

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Who would’ve thought? your cold and distant husband, laying intertwined between your legs, face buried in your neck, lips meeting your skin from time to time while holding so firmly and yet so gentle in his arms. Was it the pet name? The dress? Or did he miss you so badly? who knows. As long as he’s here and at peace with you, you happily drift off to sleep.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Scaramouche x f!reader

Scaramouche hates sweets; the taste so sickening in his mouth. You were sweet, the perfect definition of an angel that descended from cotton candy clouds. He hates you. Or does he? Perhaps your sweet smile and your bubbly laugh set off the popping candy of his heart. Perhaps you were the exception of his hatred. Only, when would he realize it?

two people with big dreams are tied down by their mothers' expectations meet as complete opposites but soon realize they're more common than they think

Taglist: open | status: to be started

🐇, Tags - Scaramouche x reader, modern au, enemies to friends to lovers au, grumpy x sunshine, academic au, slight slowburn,

🍫, Warnings - swearing, negative emotions, gays (no homophobes allowed), will use pictures to represent the reader so just imagine its you hehe, suggestive themes, slow updates, use of y/n (will add more as series progresses)

💌, Notes - This is an f!reader meaning i will be using she/her pronouns and female pictures for the socmedia part, feel free to read it though even if you don't identify as female or she/her! I hope you still find it enjoyable. 🫶

𝜗𝜚 Masterlist !

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For Scaramouche — It’s not often that he’s nice. Not that he does it on purpose, no, more like he isn’t sure how to. Plus, being nice is way too boring for him. I mean, come on. He used to be the SIXTH of the FATUI HARBINGERS. How cool is that?!

Nevertheless, the current timeline would probably not be shook by that title. Most of them do not even know what the fuck you’re talking about if you mention such title.

As Scaramouche (or Kunizukushi)’s partner, you’re not much in control. He’d demand and order you and you’d only obey like a selfless puppet. How ironic is that?

Making him happy is one thing, but making him angry is on a whole different level. It’s rare to make him happy anyway. The most distinguishing way to make him content — yes, feeding his ego.

Isn’t he already egotistical enough?

Testing his patience was something he always hated. That stupid playful side of yours had never fail to embarrass or annoy him in any way. Though, being a former harbinger, of course he would punish you in any way, really right?

That wasn’t the case for him. He wasn’t a harbinger anymore, he was your boyfriend. Your lover, your darling. Even if he never publicly displayed or mentioned it, it’s not like he doesn’t love you at least a little bit. You’re both dating for a reason, after all.

Sure, his insults are sometimes overboard.. but it’s not him without being a little mean. You love that most about him..

“What the fuck are you daydreaming about?”

The short, plum haired glared at you with his palm on his chin, rested his elbow on the table. He was already in a bad mood when you both accidentally missed the train because of you.

“I said I was sorry..” You protested, maybe you shouldn’t have thought too much on your outfit to impress him. His comments would just be the usual: ‘You look nice. Let’s go.’

Though, that comment was nowhere to be seen today due to your delay. The couple only sat down at a nice seclude cafe. There was pretty much no one there (your boyfriend ordered everyone to leave).

With a huff, he looked away from you. His pouting face was too pissed off to be seen adorable. “I’m leaving.”

— Just like that, he stood up and ready to leave you alone in the cafe.

“Wait— The next train is here soon!”

“Do you think I care?”

“Well— uhm.. uh..” You stammered, not wanting your boyfriend to leave you there and embarrass you. Your ego is also high after all.

“An.. alternative! Yeah! We can do something else!”

Despite rolling his eyes in a pissed off manner, he stood there and listened to you. How caring.

“Just follow me.”

Normally, he would reply with such responses like ‘You dare order me?’, ‘The audacity for you to utter such blasphemy out of your mouth towards me’.. He remained silent; with a salty face on. The truth is — you weren’t sure what to do either. It was only a spur of the moment because you didn’t want your beloved to leave. Now you’re wishing he actually ignored you and left.

In the corner of your eye(ear), a little promoter was shouting there and there.

“The perfect place for dates! The perfect place for couples! Come order now!”

Save, let’s go!

Surely he won’t get angry at you anymore, right?

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Well, you weren’t expecting this.

You ordered a cab and told the driver to head to wherever the address located on the promoter’s flyer earlier. You didn’t expect it to be..

A LOVE HOTEL?!

You stood in disbelief, cheeks growing redder by the time as you try to avoid eye contact with Scaramouche.

He kept his silence, crossing his arms as he looks at the big building in front of him with a stoic expression.

“..I wasn’t.. expecting this..” You tried explaining, when the boyfriend stepped forward. Entering the lobby while leaving you behind.. you could only catch up to him.

With room reservations handled by him, you only followed him around like a lost and confused puppy. When the two of you entered the room, it was quite large and beautiful. Your eyes widened in awe at the expensive and beautiful decorations that could cost you a head if broken.

“Hm, not bad.” He said, looking around the decorations of the room. It was his first time in a love hotel after all.

There were rose petals along the path to the bedroom. The bed was tucked in beautifully, but not too tight. It looked comfortable.. and you only dream to lay on it and take an everlasting slumber. There were also candles lit to maintain the romantic vibe.

After some time of exploring, you made sudden eye contact with the other. Making you jolt in surprise.

“You brought me here. What now?”

“Uh.. well..”

“😐”

He looked at you in disbelief. Did they really brought him here and expected nothing?

He sat on the bed, the romantic atmosphere gave him an ick.

“Come here.” That was an order. You could only obey. “Why did you bring me here?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Surely you can’t say that you were desperately trying to find another alternative date plan and recklessly picked whatever there was??

“Because.. you.. liked hotels..?”

“What.”

“I lied. I’m sorry.”

Irked, Scaramouche only looked at you in annoyance. He began to feel more and more irritated by your stupidity. Why did he choose to date such a dumb human?

“First you make us lose the train, now you bring me here with no purpose. Are you trying to piss me off or what?!”

He flicked your forehead, cuffing your cheeks forcefully.

“We’re already here, make it worthwhile!”

Those words made your cheeks suddenly grow redder. Was he seriously suggesting the same thing you were thinking? You stood still for a bit, when familiar hands suddenly grabbed your hips, making you sit on his lap. He looked up at you with unamused pissed off expression.

He forcefully connects your lips together, leaving you with no choice but to return the same passion.

Your tongues explored each other’s mouth for a while, making out with subtle whimpers and heavy yet short breaths within each time. He flipped you over, now pinning you down on the bed as your lips stays connected. Your hands over your head.

Once he pulled away, his lips made its way to your neck, kissing softly. His other hand gently sliding under your shirt.

There was no way to turn back now. Your idea for the date was something cute and happy, yet it turned out this way.. Nonetheless, you can’t help but admit that you were slightly enjoying this too.

He grasps on your chest, touching and rubbing your nipples whilst biting your neck. Your mouth letting out a whine in response.

“Shut up.” He uttered, adding a long kiss on your lips as he continued touching you. His kisses were rough.

;

Scaramouche searched through the drawers as you only sat up in bed, your hair a mess and already half naked.

The hotel really was a love hotel — clearly living up to its title. He found some toys and lube inside the drawers, it was surprisingly completed. Who runs this place??

He took the playthings, leaving the lube behind as he approached his way back to the bed. Back to your warmth.

His face was amused; why would he need a lube for? He can make himself wet just by using you.

“Y/N, do you trust me?”

Absolutely not.

Though that answer was not an option, LOL rip

He chuckled before inserting three fingers inside your already-wet entrance. He moved his fingers in and out your cunt. Making you produce embarrassing pleasurable sounds.

He only wanted to hear that.

He grinned, “Fucking slut.”,

“You’re this desperate already?”

“So warm.. what a pervert.”

His teasing made your face light up in red once more, especially with how he was still using his fingers on you.

After a minute, he replaced his finger with the vibrating toy he had found not too long ago. Making you shiver and jolt from the sudden cold entrance.

He lifted your chin, kissing your cheek.

“Listen, Y/N.”

“You’re not allowed to finish until I say so.”

“Got it?”

He glared into your eyes, his violet gaze meeting yours. It was almost hot — No, it WAS hot. God, his gaze alone could make you cum already.

The vibrations turned up, and you could only response with moans and nodding.

“Use your words.”

You struggled, saliva already forming in your mouth from keeping it open so long. You panted, trying your best to response. “Mhf— I- hah.. under..stand.”

“Good.”

He smirked, undressing your top and his own clothes. He watches you squirm, his expression amused. His pissed off and salty face was nowhere to be seen, and he’s only just started.

Upon seeing your helpless self.. the man leaned you down on your knees, your face meeting his cock. It wasn’t hard, you know he wasn’t satisfied yet.

“What? What are you waiting for? You’re being such a whore, yet you’re clueless?”

“Suck it.” He demanded, the same grin never leaving his face.

With the vibrator still inside you, you moved your mouth on his large shaft. Kissing and finally sucking on it like your lover had been waiting for. The whole ordeal is enough to make you feel like finishing..

Filthy noises came out of your mouth as you tried to continue using your mouth on him. He pushed your head lower, his tip reaching the back of your throat.

“Hah.. hn..”

“That’s it.”

He shivered, the feeling turning him on as you were sort of his plaything now. “I want to fuck your throat so badly.. but that’s no fun.” He added after some time, pulling your hair so that your mouth wasn’t filled with him anymore.

He turned up your vibration, suddenly moving it deeper inside you. Oh fuck, you wanted to cum so much.

“You like it.. huh? Letting me fuck you with this toy.”

“Such a slut.. for me..”

“Your noises.. make them louder.”

He moved it in and out, making you gasp for air. He kissed your filthy mouth as he continued on this little game of torture.

His free hand going to rub your nipples once again.

“Pleas— h-hah.. let me..”

“Cum? You want me to let you cum?”

“You’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart.”

Oh, how cruel of him. You want to let it go so badly. To cause a wet mess you’ve been so patient on holding in. You were going crazy at this rate. Begging was almost useless, only moans of pleasure came out of your mouth. When he finally took out the toy that had been so deep inside— fuck.. I’ll break, please—

Ah..

Y/N groaned in pleasure when they couldn’t hold it anymore, earning a temporary pissed off expression from their boyfriend. His angered look then turned into a chuckle as he teased your hole with three fingers, your hole that was still releasing sticky and filthy substance.

“I told you to hold it in.”

“Pfft.. hah.”

“I’m gonna fucking break you.”

Before you could react, he removed his fingers and slammed his hard, large cock inside you. He thrusted it quickly, moving in and out of you so deeply it had already reached your most sensitive spots. Each thrust growing faster than the one before.

“Hah— ah, ah.. you.. ah..”

“Fucking whore.. hngh..”

He kissed you multiple times, making you unable to breathe and only letting him use you to his needs. You broke a rule, after all. Rules aren’t meant to be broken.. are they?

You jolted and shake within each thrust. No comprehensible words could be heard from you other than moans and the syllables “Sca..ra..”

“F-Fuck.. ah.. you’re..”

“..taking me so well..”

He kept thrusting himself inside you, biting and sucking on your nipples. At some point, he couldn’t help but join in the helpless and non-stopping moans.

—— I mean, he wasn’t going to lie. He wants to finish too.

Inside you, that is.

At least.. a couple of times?

“Ahn.. hah.. mnh..”

“Hahn— ah.. hngh..”

“Fuck-fuck— uhn, ah..!”

“Mn.. ah— hah.. shit.”

“Fast..er.. ah.. more.. I n-need more of you..”

“I can’t get enough.”

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He was being so fast, you could’ve sworn you came at least twice in that span. For some reason, he completely stopped.. pushing himself deeper inside of you. Grinding.. at this rate, you’ll finish for the fourth time.

..When he hasn’t finished at all!

“Y/N..” He spoke, a bit breathless.

He began thrusting really slowly, each thrust hitting a certain pleasure spot.

For a bit, he stopped. Retracting his body, but still kept the both of you connected.

He lifted your legs above and on his shoulders, going for a position to penetrate you deeper.

“Y/N.. Y/N…”

He repeats with the same breathless tone, like that was the only thing he can think of right now. His mind completely empty with nothing but you. Only you.

After some time, he moves once again. Thrusting inside you deeper, rougher, faster.

“Nn.. hah.. ah.. All the way inside..”

“You like this.. right? When I.. uhn.. ah.. go so deep.. I can feel myself.. on your stomach.”

He pressed your stomach, finding himself.. how deep he was.

His pace grown faster and faster until he was reaching his point of climax too. He kissed you multiple times, trying to reach his point of release.

Eventually, he thrusted himself into you a bit more as he released. Wanting his seeds to reach the deepest parts of you.

He finally stopped completely, the two of you groaned loudly as you released.

It was your sixth release.. and it was his first.

“Hah.. haah..” he panted, “Not yet, I’m not done yet.” He kissed your drooling mouth, not giving you any chance to respond.

“Need.. more of you.”

He slowly moved inside again.

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Scaramouche never publicly displayed his affection for you, other than his seldom need for a cuddle or a kiss. Sometimes, even his money spent for you is what you can call a symbol of affection.

Yet tonight, it was something you’d never expect. You could hear a subtle “I love you” coming from between his pants and thrusts. He repeated; “I love you” and again, “I love you so much”

Ah, what a hassle.

You can’t help but love him too, despite his cruelty.

You’re totally gonna tease him for this afterwards.

The End

A/N

YOO can’t believe my first smut after so long is a SCARA X READER????

(funfact i dont like scara but i commissioned my friend kinda and she heeded a scara smut for compensation 💔💔💔💔)

It was fun writing this on my 7 hour flight :3

I feel like I just wrote Azeru’s script lmao

Thanks for reading!

Warning mention of attempted suicide, reader has a semi colon tattoo gn reader

Main note: if you ever have these thought please call you suicide hot line and do not read this.

Note: I've been thinking about the semi colon recently and this came to mind

The butterfly landed on: aether, xiao, kazuha, albedo, scaramouche, and Yae miko

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