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Genshin Impact Scaramouche - Blog Posts
Quick question:
Are five star characters apart of the starglitter exchange? If not what characters are?
Mom, I'm tired...
Can I sleep in your house tonight?
Wanderer & Scaramouche 🩵
If scaramouche was in the leak….
I’d go crazy
P.S: idk who made this!! Credits to them though😁
idk how to do backgrounds
hello scaranation
i present to you my beloved ☂️🫶
like this video plz ↓↓ thank u 🙏
bleehhhhhhhhhh
i love scaramouche
wip muahahauahahhaa
ur mom ahahahahahaahaha (steven universe reference 🩷)
i keep forgetting tumblr exists
singer au scara yay
i forgot to post hello tumblrians or whatever you call tumblr people
here's beloved in his demo ;;;;
repost because i wanted to fix stuff haha
scaramouche playing with fire⁉️⁉️
scaramouche and childe
cw: slight gore, childe's head (literally it's off his body beware)
⚠️ flash warning ⚠️
this is slowly becoming into an art account.....
anyways here's scaramouche
too lazy to color it so
still don't know how to use this app btw
anyways.. here's a wip of my beloved scara <3
idk what i'm doing
I just learned that I already have 50 followers- hiiii, I'm not that active here since school work deadlines are always here and there but thank you for the follows! Note: I have received a request of part 2 on Scaramouche one, it might took a while but I'm in the middle of writing it. Hopefully, I can finished it by this week.
That's all. I'm just dropping by. I hope you all had a great week!
Hi there love! If you have time, could you write a Scaramouche x fem reader, where they hate each other so much, and then he fucks her till she can't speak anymore. W Dom Scara. Have a good day!
Of course! Trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus due to family and home issues!
Here's a hate fucking scara x fem reader NSFW!
Can't forget to tag my local scara simp @hitomisuzuya ❤
⚠WARNING:Hate fucking, harsh/rough love, scara being scara, breeding kink, pet kink⚠
It was late at night as the storm in Inazuma rolls, thunder strikes as the wrath of the Electro Archon could be felt in the air, even more so in the delusion factory where a certain harbinger resided. Scaramouche was appointed to watch over the factory, one of the very last things he wanted to be stuck with, maybe he should've been more.. friendly during the harbinger banquet, maybe then he couldn't gotten out of it, regardless he had a duty to uphold and another idea on his mind.
As the puppet thought he could hear the distant sound of fighting, great, the traveller Y/N arrived, how annoying. just what he needed, another annoyance, already had enough he had to work with the Doctor and Childe, now he must be rid of the traveller.
He waited for her to arrive to his domain, it was only a matter of time before she arrived and of course he would relish seeing her fall, but that's not what fate had in store for the two.
Y/N entered the room alone, she decided this was a fight even Paimon couldn't go with, a fight between her.. and the Balladeer.
"How dare you use people's lives for your profit!" she started, hand gripping her sword with nothing but vengeance for her dear friend. Scaramouche couldn't help but eat up the look, the anger, he loved it. wait.. loved it? no he can't get distracted.
"oh? did your pathetic friend die from it? must've been to weak.. like you" he laughed, only antagonizing the hero more, what he didn't expect was for her to attack already, coming at him with her sword he was able to grab her arm and deflect it, shoving her to the floor, he's much faster then her, with the power of electro he can move faster then she can blink. Once on the ground he stomped on her wrist making her drop the sword, hissing she clawed at his ankle but it was no use, he had her pinned.
His electric gaze sent shivers and strangely arousal through her as she gave him a scowl
"give up yet pest?" he hissed, arousal and anger was filling the air, "I can see you're ready to fight back and prove your worth" He continued his actions of stomping on her wrist again, "that means you have some backbone" he growled as Y/N struggled to get back into her feet
"What I have is not something I care to brag about" she said in return angerly, however when the two got close, scaramouche slamming her into the floor once more but this time holding her down with his hands, her legs on either side putting them in a situation, she could feel his hard on, something he tried to ignore, pathetic human emotions, he would say, but now its gotten him in a bind. "I wouldn't have guessed the Balladeer would get hard from this" she scowls causing his face to flush with both embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't deny the feeling, "or maybe I do know who you are, your true form" She snarls in disgust at him.
"And what might that be" he says with venom. Y/N smirks and sits herself straight up, she's getting more cocky now, and honestly it wasn't helping his already poor self control
"you're just a touch starved, horny angry man aren't you?" she remarks, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, growling he was determined to put this scum in her place
"I'll teach you to respect me, even if I have to break you over and over" he hissed beside her ear, biting harshly on her neck, his hips pushed forward causing her to gasp, a sharp moan leaving her throat as she squirmed in pleasure, she hated him and he hated her yet.. for that reason, they made each other stronger, the balladeers strength, their passion, they complemented and created each other.
Once started they knew they couldn't stop, his hands selfishly grabbing and pulling at her clothing, growls and groans filled the air as they moved around each other's bodies in a way they never thought possible. Her body was soft beneath his rough touches and gentle kisses, her breath coming in gasps and his lips on hers felt like heaven yet hell at the same time.
Once he pulled her clothing off he shoved her onto her stomach, taking control as the god he is, his cock throbbing against her wet pussy as he laughs at her submission, even if she was still struggling, he was the dominate one here, his tip flushed and leaking with precum as he pushed it against her entrance "fucking beg for me like the whore you are" he hissed, she resisted but she couldn't deny the throbbing need, weakly begging "please.. f-fuck! please just fuck me!" shamelessly begging before his thick cock slammed into her pussy, growling as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to cause his nails to scratch the skin, he thrusted hard and fast hitting her sweet spot, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him, the feeling driving him insane. He pulled himself off from her slowly and threw away his discarded clothes, now fully naked he held her wrists above her head, assuming a new position before pressing his body onto hers, he thrusting hard and deep causing her to whimper, her pussy clenching around him as he mercilessly fucked into her, claiming her as his own.
"F-fuck! you're so damn tight, i-its like you want me to breed you don't you? " he hissed in a teasing tone, she groans as his hand tighten it's grip on her already sore wrists, his cock throbbed with need to release as she felt a knot began to tighten, causing her to cry out his name. He thrust harder until she cries with her orgasm, causing him to release his cum deep inside of her, she writhed under him, crying out in pain and pleasure as his cum filled her womb, his dick still buried within her pussy and balls.
"You're mine now little one, you belong to me and only me, " he murmured softly as she felt weak, he had almost forgotten his plan, nevertheless he had to make changes anyways, he can't just let her get in his way again.. maybe he can keep her as his pet.
Happy Birthday Scaramouche!
Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya
⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.
It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.
You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.
His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.
But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.
You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.
As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.
Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.
And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.
In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.
"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.
As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.
In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.
The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.
But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.
As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.
Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.
Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.
As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.
