Random Thoughts I have 🤡

nsfw / suggestive scaramouche X Reader

Scaramouche was famous for his bad temper, taking his aggression out on his subordinates. His subordinates infuriated him in ways that made his head spin.

And you were no exception. However, you frustrated him in a different way. A way that made his chest tighten. You made him willingly want to seek out human company. Your company. And he hated it. It made him shake with rage and something else he wasn't willing to admit that he felt: fear.

It all started with a backhanded retort to correct him. Archons, how dare you be so sharp tongued! To make matter worse, you'd corrected him in front of another Harbinger and her subordinates.

As angry as it made him, it also turned him on. It made him want to break you in unique ways. "On your knees, dog," he commanded, glaring down at you. The chain of the leash that was connected to your collar jingled as he yanked on it to emphasize he was serious.

Scaramouche almost licked his lips when he drank in the sight of you. You looked so cute, a defiant look in your E/C eyes, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Though defiant you may have looked, you'd oh so willingly sank to your knees in front of him.

He could tell you were incredibly aware of the collar around your neck. He'd made you suck on his fingers while he put it on (let's face it, he didn't make you do anything. You'd welcomed his fingers in your mouth).

Scaramouche crouched down in front of you, curling a finger underneath your chin to make you look up at him. "This is where a dog like you who dares to correct her Master deserves to be, on the ground beneath my feet."

"Scaramouche, don't you think you are being a bit..." Signora paused, the corners of her lips were pulled into an amused smirk, "harsh?" There was no sympathy in her words. How could she have sympathy for you when it was evident to her that you were enjoying yourself.

Scaramouche ignored her. He could only focus on you right now. His hands dipped up your short black skirt, probing them against your underwear. He chuckled, smirking down at you. "You like this, don't you?" He rubbed your already stimulated clit, the friction of fingers rubbing coupled with your panties rubbing against it made you wetter. You moaned as you leaned back, bracing your hands on the ground. You stretched your legs out, bending to them at knees to spread for him as you grinded up into his fingers. "You are making yourself look like such a dirty slut for me."