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[redninjakitty14rp]

You’re the problem.

Pairing: Wanderer x afab!Reader

Genre: Fluff-spicy

Warnings: mdni, no pronouns used.

“Stay still. I’m treating the wound, not wasting time.” He doesn’t look at you, just works, his hands steady and exact. The cut isn’t deep, but his care is deliberate. Nothing wasted.

“You got careless. Typical.” His eyes finally snap up—cold, calculating. “I don’t have patience for that.”

You try a jab. “Worried?”

He scoffs. “No. Annoyed. You’re useful when you’re intact. I don’t need you breaking down.” His gaze narrows, but a flicker betrays him. “Silence is dull without you around.”

He studies you like a puzzle, sharp and searching. Then his eyes drop to your lips.

“Why do you always look at me like you see through me?”

“Like what?”

“Like you know what I don’t want to admit.” His breath is near your skin. His hand steadies on your knee — firm, possessive.

“You’re a problem.”

“And apparently one you don’t mind.”

His fingers trace your neck, slow and precise. “Do you want me to keep going?”

The meaning is clear, and you meet his gaze unflinching. “Yes.”

A corner of his mouth quirks—half-smile, half-threat. “Bold.”

His hand inches up, enough to unsettle you but not cross the line.

“I knew it. That look… it’s hunger.”

He leans in, close enough to feel the heat but stops short.

“Say it. Say you want me.”

You don’t speak, just close the gap. His mask slips for a fraction of a second.

“Tsk. Blushing?” His grip tightens on your chin.

“Thought I’d be gentle?” His lips brush yours—not a kiss, a challenge.

When he pulls back, his eyes blaze. “Fool.”

A beat.

“But… interesting.”

Then, his lips seize yours—sharp, controlled, urgent.

When he steps back, his eyes are unreadable.

“Don’t make this more than it is. It happened. Move on.”

Yet his fingers linger.

“Don’t look at me like this.” His voice drops. “If you think it means more, you’ll disappoint.”

He says it but doesn’t move.

Forehead nearly touching yours, breath uneven.

His hand drifts again—intentional.

You stare back.

“I’m not mistaken.”

His smile is cold, cutting.

“Too bad. Would’ve been fun to break you.”

He releases you, straightens, arms crossed.

“This won’t happen again. Forget it.”

He looks up, raw and guarded.

“I don’t do this. I don’t feel this. Understand?”

You step closer, close enough to see his guarded eyes.

“Then why didn’t you walk away?”

Silence thick as poison.

“Because you’re irritatingly necessary.”

A pause.

“And I can’t stop thinking about that damn kiss.”

He weighs you.

Suddenly, he grips your wrist and pulls you in.

“You’re a problem.”

No time for words. His lips crash onto yours—unyielding and urgent.

This isn’t a game. This is what he buries deep beneath the cold mask.

His hands move from your back to your neck, firm but not crushing.

“I’m not made to stop,” he murmurs, breath hot against your lips.

His eyes lock with yours—vulnerable a moment before the challenge returns.

“But maybe… with you… I could learn.”

A bitter, almost disbelieving smile.

Then, another kiss—slow, intense, real.

No control. Only burning truth.

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the late afternoon sun kisses your skin as you wander around the beach of a secluded cove. the crystalline waters are calm, the foamy lap of the waves and the warbling gulls the only sounds to disturb the balmy air. a seashell peeks out of the wet sand; coral spots dot the ivory helix.

as you bend down to pick up the shell, you hear it: soft laughter—bubbly and warm—ringing directly in your ear. you look out toward the waves, jumping to your feet when you spy a figure lounging on a half-submerged rock. perhaps naively, you draw closer to the stranger, eager to hear the ebb and flow of their enticing voice.

you notice the shimmering tail first—a piercing lapis that rivals the splendor of the cloudless sky. its fin skates across the water in a teasing manner, as though playing a game with something beneath the surface.

the creature’s torso seems too fair for the blistering sun, but its skin is as smooth as the tide-flattened sand, smattered with freckles like broken shells. its hair is a shock of auburn that curls in every direction, yet the tendrils look as beautiful as the seaweed that sways on the ocean floor.

although the creature is smiling, cheeks dimpled and azure eyes gleaming with mirth, its teeth are akin to knives. from the depths of your memory, you recall the folktales you heard as a child: sirens as terrifying as they are gorgeous, their sweet song luring countless sailors to watery graves. a siren’s teeth are meant to rend flesh from meat and meat from bone, to crush bone into dust, until nothing but a crimson halo remains—

as the blood drains from your face, the siren’s smile only grows wider.

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Drummer!Scaramouche headcanons

pairing: scaramouche x gen!reader

tags: fluff, a bit of smut, is bathroom fucking exhibitionism?, i think?, just some silly thoughts

a/n: sorry guys I haven't been posting 😔. I just started uni last week and i ended up shifting lmao so I had a lot in my hands. I'm also starting to get used to my schedule (since I'm considered a late enrollee I have a shitty schedule AHAAHAHAH). I have lots of vacant times so I'll try to get back to posting again. Felt a bit freaky writing this tbh. Thank you for being patient with me!

sfw:

• drummer! scaramouche who isn't very open to the idea that your relationship with him should be written in every article, in every Twitter post. as a result, only a handful of people know you're dating him. that includes your friends and his bandmates.

• drummer! scaramouche who prefers alone time with you. it's very intimate for him and he just likes you by his side. so consider yourself a regular at his band's practice sessions

• drummer! scaramouche who gives you vip tickets so he can see you everytime he's on stage and vice versa. he'd catch you giving him an encouraging smile and the corners of his lips twitch upwards too. a small smile reserved for the person his heart is drumming too.

• drummer! scaramouche who reaches his breaking point when he saw someone flirting with you from your seat. He bangs the cymbals and rolls his eyes, muttering something along the lines of "my hand slipped". excuses. he just doesn't want you getting whisked away by someone else.

• drummer! scaramouche who now has you as his personal hair stylist all because you tied his hair once. that was a mistake. now he demands you do it for him every time they have a show. Venti abuses this fact and often bribes you to style his hair in crazy, coquette hairstyles. he doesn't touch them though despite grumbling about how he hated it.

• drummer! scaramouche who also has you painting his nails. you painted it with your eye color and he had liked the color on him ever since. he wouldn't accept any other color. he does yours too. so enjoy your new indigo colored nails.

nsfw:

• drummer! scaramouche who kisses you whenever you're backstage. when their band takes a break, he goes backstage to pull you in for a sloppy kiss. you end up making out for the entirety of his break

• drummer! scaramouche who either fucks you like it's the only way he's going to continue living or he would worship your body like it's the archon's themselves.

• drummer! scaramouche who had tried to "match" the beat once. you had asked about it out of pure curiousity. he agreed reluctantly. in the end, you came to a conclusion. drummers sure do have an advantage

• drummer! scaramouche who either degrades you or praises you. depends on his mood. though you know which buttons to press to catch him in a certain mood

"you think this is funny?"

scaramouche growls lowly as he has you pressed against the bathroom wall.

you had been a victim to one of Venti's bribery once more and had tied his hair in a simple ponytail. but you added a twist. a bright red ribbon was placed on top, it's frills swaying with each beat of the drum.

you deemed it a playful prank, he deemed it worthy of punishment.

immediately after the show, scara brought you to a nearby stall and locked the door.

"you thought you could get away with this?"

he murmured against your ear as he bit your earlobe. he had you up against the wall, hands squeezing your hips, and was pulling you back to meet his thrusts. his cock buried inside you over and over again, the pleasure sending jolts of electricity under your skin.

"Ngh— Sorry I just— Ah..!" you blabbered, forehead resting against the wall. he doesn't let you speak. he silences you by pulling all the way out until only the tip remained, before slamming deep inside you. you can't help but scream in pleasure, your stomach bulging a bit because of his cock. he cuts off your moans by pressing a hand against your mouth as he holds that position, grinding against you.

"shut it slut. they'll hear us"

you don't get another word out as he started thrusting again. he fucks you with a steady rhythm, but his thrusts were hard and directly against your sweet spot. he knows that spot religiously, and he knows how to abuse it too.

your eyes rolled back, head thrown back too and was resting against his shoulder. it was such a fucking turn on for him. your muffled moans were also adding more fuel to the fire. he tightened his grip around your mouth. "fuck you feel so good" he groaned, moving his hips faster. your walls tightened around him, yet you couldn't voice your incoming orgasm. you're vision turned white as you cum, your nails raking against the bathroom wall. scara doesn't stop moving. he keeps fucking you hard through your orgasm. he bites into your neck, leaving an indention of his teeth on your neck.

"we're not done yet", he grumbles. "we'll keep going until you learned your fucking lesson".

divider is by @cafekitsune and art is by illa.ohara

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↳ ❝ [NICKNAME!!] ¡! ❞

Pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

synopsis; you ask them what they have your contact saved as.

warnings: none. a little suggestive on aethers (and razors?)

contains: neuvillette, xiao, childe, aether, baizhu, zhongli, dahlia, diluc, mika, razor, kaeya, bennett, venti.

You lot are being FED today

(yes, ik dahlia and venti's are the same. leave me be -_-

besides, you can NOT convince me they wouldn't share nicknames with their partners)

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anyone else randomly think about how Al-Haitham was just reading a book about Physics and quoted Newton's first law of motion during the Sumeru archon quest?

this is especially funny when you consider his name was derived from Al-Hasan ibn Al-Haitham or Hasan son of Haitham who is essentially the father of modern optics...and optics is a field of Physics

according to my sources, Hoyo has done this again with Anaxagoras also referencing something related to his namesake.

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postcard 2 - xiao :)

so a set of 24 postcards might be a little too ambitious, esp since i want to do more fandoms than just genshin…i’ll set it at 12 for now, but if there’s demand for more i’ll see where it goes from there

(next up is furina…)

[redninjakitty14rp]

I thoroughly enjoyed how you did the mood ring-esque request, so how about a fun one with Genshin?

Genshin introduced the ideas of potions. So how about Ayato, Kaeya, and Childe with a reader who ends up unwittingly drinking Anti-truth potion, where reader is unable to say what they truly think when answering questions related to the men in question?

(I'd personally like to see them under a truth serum personally, but I think it'd be a more interesting requesr to see how the ones who are known for telling falsehoods or being careful with their words deal with a reader who can now only tell falsehoods - temporarily, of course. But also poor reader. XD

Just wanted to say that you're doing an excellent job with the requests, and I look forward to reading more from you.)

Can’t Tell the Truth, Can’t Hide the Feelings

Tags: Ayato x Reader, Kaeya x Reader, Childe x Reader, Anti-Truth Potion, Potion Mishap, Magic-Induced Lying, Accidental Lying, Romantic Comedy, Fluff With Angst, Emotional Confusion, Teasing And Banter, Verbal Irony, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication Trope, Love Confessions (Sort Of).

Warnings: Forced Magical Compulsion, Inability To Consent To One’s Words, Emotional Distress, Secondhand Embarrassment, Teasing With Emotional Undertones, Minor Cursing, Brief Mentions Of Violence.

A/N: Thank you! <33

It was supposed to be a stamina potion. That’s what the alchemist swore up and down.

But now, you were sitting across from Ayato in the estate’s tea room, desperately trying not to make eye contact, because he’d just asked:

“And what is it you think of me, truly?”

You wanted to say the truth. You tried. Which was: "I think you're brilliant, infuriatingly handsome, and far too good at pretending to be above the messes you quietly orchestrate."

What came out was:

"I think you're incredibly average. If I met you on the street I wouldn’t look twice."

Silence.

Ayato blinked once. Twice.

He didn’t seem hurt. Which made it worse, somehow. He only tilted his head with that serene smile of his—the one that never quite reached his eyes.

"Hmm. How fascinating." A pause. He poured more tea. "And here I was under the impression you found me at least mildly charming."

"Oh, no," you said quickly, trying not to scream. "I’d say you’re as charismatic as a wet sock."

That... did it.

You slapped a hand over your mouth.

Ayato set his teacup down with a delicate clink. "Would you excuse me for a moment?"

Ten minutes later, he returned—with Thoma, an herbalist, and a terrifyingly thick manual titled “Alchemy Mishaps and Cursed Elixirs.”

Turns out, the Kamisato Clan Head didn’t take kindly to anyone controlling the flow of information around him—especially not when it came to your real thoughts.

And especially not when it meant he couldn’t tell if your flustered eyes and trembling lip were from anger… or affection.

Later, when the antidote worked and your truths came pouring out in a mortified flood, Ayato only chuckled softly and whispered, “Wet sock, was it?”

You weren’t sure which Fatui alchemist you accidentally offended during that mission, but you were positive they laughed when you downed the sparkling vial.

Now, Kaeya—damn him—was watching you squirm like a cat in a puddle, propped casually against a wall in Angel’s Share, swirling wine in his glass.

"Be honest with me, sweetheart. When I leave Mondstadt for weeks on end, do you miss me?"

You knew the answer: “Yes. Gods, yes. It’s ridiculous how much.”

But instead, what escaped your lips was:

"Not at all. In fact, I relish the peace and quiet."

Kaeya grinned like you’d told him the best joke he’d ever heard.

"How tragic. And here I thought I was irresistible."

You buried your face in your hands.

He leaned forward now, mischievous as a cat with a twitching tail. "And what do you think about this face of mine, hmm?"

You lifted your head slowly. "I think both eyes are lies. The real crime is how symmetrical your smug face is."

Kaeya gave a low, delighted laugh, but his gaze sharpened. "You're cursed, aren't you?"

You blinked. "No."

"...You can't tell the truth, can you?"

"Of course I can. You're as humble as Diluc is cheerful."

He clapped once. "Oh, this is good."

For the next hour, Kaeya turned the tavern into a personal comedy stage, goading you into contradiction after contradiction—until your venomous words were blushing betrayals and your attempts to push him away only made him grin wider.

Eventually, he tilted your chin up and said quietly,

"Come find me after you’re uncursed, hmm? I’d love to hear you say all the opposite things."

You did.

And you did.

He never stopped smiling.

"Did you just say you hate my smile?"

You groaned and slumped into your arms on the wooden table.

You were in Liyue Harbor’s Wanmin Restaurant. What was supposed to be a casual meal after a mission had devolved into Tartaglia staring at you like you’d stabbed him with a butter knife.

"I did not mean to say that."

He looked affronted. "So you do like my smile?"

"No! It’s the worst part of you."

Childe paused. Blinked.

Then burst into laughter so loud that Xiangling nearly dropped her ladle.

"This is rich!" he wheezed. "You’re cursed, aren’t you? Oh Archons, tell me it’s a curse and not your real opinion."

You tried. You really tried to explain.

"I loathe the way you worry about me when you think I’m not looking. It’s disgusting how protective you are."

Childe sat back, brows raised, watching you with a peculiar look. He was grinning, but there was something dangerously fond under the teasing now.

"So, I’m guessing when you screamed ‘I hope he gets hit by a Hilichurl’s club,’ you actually meant… something else?"

You glared at him. "I meant I adore you so much it makes my bones ache."

"What was that?" he leaned closer, cupping a hand to his ear.

You groaned, slamming your forehead into the table.

That night, he walked you home, still laughing. And after the antidote—after all the terrible truths were righted—he leaned in close and whispered:

"Y’know… I liked hearing the lies. But your truths? They’re deadly, sweetheart."

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Aren't I just the greatest artist ever in history and after? Not even a day yet, and we already have a commission. You guys have absolutely great tastes. Mine is better of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to create such detailed and ultra realistic portrait.

I know some of you are confuse again, and I'll remind you again. I did not post the same picture, mind you. My masterpiece is on the left. It even has my absolutely elegant signature on it if you look closer.

Help Me Build a Musuem for my Legendary Masterpiece

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HIII!! I absolutely love your writings and I hope you're doing well💗💗🤩

Can I request dom scara and reader where they are in public and reader has a v!brator inside her and scara controls it while they're in public🫢🫢🫠

Thank you!! 😁 hearts for you!! <3 ❤️💘💖💓

Discreet

AFAB! Reader x Scaramouche

CW: pure smut, remote controlled v!brator, teasing, edg!ng/den!al, public setting, Scara is a little shit, he's absolutely on a power trip, praise, slight overstimulation

Giving him this much power is asking for trouble, especially when he drags you into a restaurant.

A/N: literally rubbed my hands together when I got this request, jumped right into smut

I have more in my inbox I'll try to write soon but I'm really tired at the moment, work is killing me

Also I'm just assuming that v!brators exist in Teyvat considering the tech they have.

Not proofread

You don't know what has gotten into you to agree to this, to give him so much power over you.

The two of you are currently walking through the busy streets of Inazuma, running errands, passing many people as you cling to his arm, hands clenching and unclenching.

Anyone seeing you would just assume you're fidgety, nervous while walking around with the 6th harbinger because who wouldn't be?

Most would never suspect the real reason behind your wobbly legs and flustered face, they don't see him play around with something in his pocket, his smirk wider than usual.

Something so small yet so significant to you right now, a little remote.

Connected to the vibrator currently happily humming on the lowest level inside your pussy.

Talking is impossible for you, too scared a sound will slip, constantly biting your tongue.

Scaramouche is having the time of his life, gazing over at you.

"Can't even handle this?" His voice is mocking, teasing, poking fun at you.

Reflexively you open your mouth to protest only for a chocked gasp to escape your throat as he suddenly turns the intensity up, the vibration against your inner walls getting stronger.

A few people turn their heads towards you but brush the sight of you desperately holding onto him off, assuming you tripped or something.

"Aww, what's the matter?" He coos innocently, acting concerned as if he isn't the whole reason for your dilemma, his smug face betraying his show.

Oh, he's not going to go easy on you...

And he truly doesn't, dragging you from store to store, playing with the settings whenever the employee asks you a question and waits for an answer, making sure your voice is unsteady, barely squeaking.

Some people are concerned that you're sick, looking at your red face, eyes almost teary.

Sometimes he leaves you standing at a stall all alone, on your shaky legs, excusing himself to check on other things, your panties soaked and clinging to your clit and cunt as you're forced to shop on your own, barely able to concentrate.

Once he even turned it from the lowest level to the highest without warning, causing you to have to support yourself on the counter, laughing the sellers judging eyes off as you say your leg just started cramping.

Finally finishing shopping you think you can relax and breathe but of course he has other plans, dragging you towards a restaurant even as you shake your head.

Sitting you down across from him it almost seems like you're sinking into the chair, trying to disappear under the tablecloth.

Of course he makes you order yourself, adjusting the level up and down as you try to speak.

When your water arrives you try taking a sip with trembling hands, almost spilling it across the table.

First few sips feel cool against your throat, only to suddenly choke as he once again puts the vibrator to the highest setting before putting both of his hands folded on the table.

You're squirming in your seat, looking confused before it dawns on you, his eyes staring at you with an evil glint.

"No..." You croak out almost pleading.

"Yes." Is all he says, leaning back and watching you.

He's seriously going to let you endure the highest speed through the entirety of this dinner.

The food is placed in front of you but you can barely focus on it, your breath fast, chest heaving up and down as you stuff tiny portions into your mouth.

At this point you're almost afraid people can hear the sound of the machine vibrating inside of you.

Having been teased the whole day it's of no surprise the knot of climax forms quickly, grasping at the white cloth of the table.

But he doesn't make it that easy for you. No no no.

Vibrations suddenly decrease, ripping the build up away from you, the stimulation not enough.

Teeth dig into your lower lip as you look at him, begging with glazed orbs.

"Please..." A whisper, almost drowned out in the noise of the dishes clanking in the background.

"Finish your food." Said with absolute certainty, it's a demand, not a suggestion.

The sight of your barely touched plate makes you swallow as you pick the fork back up.

His edging doesn't stop, the whole time you're eating he dials up the vibrating sensations only to rip them away when he can tell you're getting close.

Your utensils basically fall from your fingers onto the table as you finally take the last bite, it's all too much now.

"Good girl." A simple comment, innocent smile gracing his lips, your grip finding the glass of water again, holding it so tight it might shatter as you feel that knot once again, praying he'll have mercy and finally let you cum.

So he does, his stare on you as you lean forward over the table, hair falling into your face as your lips part in a silent gasp, gushing around the torturous machinery, underwear completely drenched, body twitching.

Server looking confused asks if everything is alright, you're too out of it to even hear him, the balladeer blaming the alcohol before getting up, carefully pulling you from your seat, an arm around your waist to steady you

Looking at the table the waiter is even more thrown off seeing the glass of only water on your side of the table, cloth completely disheveled.

Leaving the restaurant he doesn't even have the decency to turn the damn thing off, letting it buzz inside of you until the point of overstimulation until you're home.

[redninjakitty14rp]

Whose husband?

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He's reaching for you. You're going to be okay.

[redninjakitty14rp]

GUILTY PLEASURE || kinich social media au

𖥻 11. telepathy between lovers

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a/n: when they said the same thing >>

SYNOPSIS: you dont know why you have your cousin’s best friends’ number saved on your phone, but all you know is that he’s attractive— exactly your type. not wanting to lose this chance to shoot your shot, you decided to become his chat bestie to get closer to him because why not? it’s not everyday you’d get to talk to someone as handsome as him! (careful though, your cousin doesnt want his friends to meet you so try your best to keep this secret from him!)

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TAGLIST (closed).

── @xianamin @jamieexistss @v3ntis-lyr3 @livelaughlovekuni @itsjustmillie @yuukigyatgyat @ashyiiy @morgyyyyyyy @lalalaloveallmydays @saechiro @jiminscarmex @fandomfan-102 @potteraep @ravenbc @atlatcaheart @crazydreamcat @allenmqww @xiaomainlmao @bvtterflyyy @help-whatdoimakemyusername @keiiqq @aestherin @isuckat-avery-thing @hanniejji @eruphiiiii @ariesloves @dancinghillary @midnightfiction143 @astro-pioneer @matolka @dazqa @minjizzie @kyouzki @karma-gisa @usagiarchive @pandiemeen-blog1 @adres-tia @madison777x @euphoraia @neuviloved @nomnom21 @qt-yhuji @vuiturvolans @lloversss @kunikuzushis-darling @heartnala @fuhrasloves @kr3ideprinz @tired-jaz @potabletable [ 1/3 ]

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GUILTY PLEASURE || kinich social media au

𖥻 10. operation: kidnap everyone

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a/n: im afraid no irl interactions yet everyone :')

SYNOPSIS: you dont know why you have your cousin’s best friends’ number saved on your phone, but all you know is that he’s attractive— exactly your type. not wanting to lose this chance to shoot your shot, you decided to become his chat bestie to get closer to him because why not? it’s not everyday you’d get to talk to someone as handsome as him! (careful though, your cousin doesnt want his friends to meet you so try your best to keep this secret from him!)

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TAGLIST (closed).

── @xianamin @jamieexistss @v3ntis-lyr3 @livelaughlovekuni @itsjustmillie @yuukigyatgyat @ashyiiy @morgyyyyyyy @lalalaloveallmydays @saechiro @jiminscarmex @fandomfan-102 @potteraep @ravenbc @atlatcaheart @crazydreamcat @allenmqww @xiaomainlmao @bvtterflyyy @help-whatdoimakemyusername @keiiqq @aestherin @isuckat-avery-thing @hanniejji @eruphiiiii @ariesloves @dancinghillary @midnightfiction143 @astro-pioneer @matolka @dazqa @minjizzie @kyouzki @karma-gisa @usagiarchive @pandiemeen-blog1 @adres-tia @madison777x @euphoraia @neuviloved @nomnom21 @qt-yhuji @vuiturvolans @lloversss @kunikuzushis-darling @heartnala @fuhrasloves @kr3ideprinz @tired-jaz @potabletable [ 1/3 ]

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"Yours To Hold"

a/n: I'm so jealous and so wanna experience this.. that's it. That's the note. Anyway, anon request!!

pairing: scaramouche x you

genre: fluff

The hum of your phone was the only sound in the room as you lay on your back, lazily scrolling through your feed. Your thumb swiped idly, eyes half-focused on the glowing screen, the world outside the bed a blur.

The first sign that you weren’t alone anymore was the faint dip in the mattress.

It was subtle at first—barely enough to shift your position—but then the sheets rustled, and a familiar warmth crept closer. You didn’t even look up; you knew that presence by heart.

Sure enough, Scaramouche appeared in the corner of your vision. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even bother to glance at your phone. He just crawled toward you with slow, deliberate movements, the kind that gave away he wasn’t here for small talk—he wanted something else.

When he reached you, he hovered for a moment, studying you. You could feel his gaze even without looking. Then, with no preamble, he let himself drop beside you, his head finding a home right against your chest.

You blinked down at him, your phone still in hand. "Uh… hi?"

He hummed softly, his voice muffled. "Mm… you’re warm."

"Warm, huh?" you said with a faint smile. "So you just came here to steal my heat?"

"Something like that," he mumbled, his words already sounding heavier, lazier. One of his arms looped around your waist, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your shirt.

You tilted your head, amused. "You could’ve just asked for a hug, you know."

He didn’t reply. He just snuggled in closer, his hair brushing against your chin, his weight pressing into you in that grounding, familiar way that made it impossible to keep your focus on anything else.

The phone in your hand suddenly felt… less important. Without another thought, you pressed the side button, letting the screen go black. You reached over and set it gently on the nightstand.

"There," you murmured, your free hand immediately finding its way to his face. "Better."

He made a quiet noise of contentment but didn’t lift his head.

Your thumb brushed along his cheekbone, the warmth of his skin drawing you in. You couldn’t resist—your fingers gently pinched his cheek.

He groaned lowly, eyes opening just enough to give you a half-hearted glare. "Don’t."

"What? Why not?" you teased, giving another playful pinch. "You have the most perfect cheeks. Soft, warm, and… squishy."

He rolled his eyes—or maybe just closed them again. "I’m not a plush toy."

"You kind of are," you replied sweetly, cradling his face with both hands now. You gently squished his cheeks together, making his lips purse just slightly. "You’re my plush toy."

He tried to scoff but it came out more like a quiet huff. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you," you countered, "are adorable."

You pressed a kiss to one cheek. Then another. Then to his forehead. And because you could, to the tip of his nose too.

He shifted faintly under your attention, the faintest pink dusting the tips of his ears. "Stop…"

"Nope." Another kiss to his jaw. "You’re too cute to stop."

"You’re embarrassing me," he muttered, though his voice had lost most of its sharpness.

You grinned, letting your hands slide into his hair. "Good. You deserve to be spoiled sometimes."

"…Not in public," he mumbled.

"We’re in bed." You kissed the side of his head. "You’re safe."

He didn’t say anything after that. Instead, he adjusted just enough to bury his face deeper into your chest, his arms tightening around you until you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your ribs.

You took the chance to shower him with more kisses, slow and deliberate, letting them linger against his skin. Each one seemed to make him melt a little more, the tension leaving his shoulders until he was nothing but soft, pliant warmth in your arms.

When you finally paused, you leaned down to whisper, "You know, I could do this all day."

"…Maybe I wouldn’t mind that," he admitted quietly, so quietly you almost missed it.

Your heart softened instantly. "Then I’ll do it as much as you want."

His hold on you tightened just a fraction, a silent thank-you. The phone remained untouched on the nightstand. Your whole world, right now, was the boy in your arms—warm, sleepy, and yours.

[redninjakitty14rp]

"Closer Than Ever"

a/n: Anon req! First time w/ scara — slow, tender, and a little clumsy, but so full of love.

cw: first time, mutual inexperience, use of protection, intimate touching, sexual content, soft guiding partner, consent-focused, emotional intimacy, body worship, kissing, penetrative sex.

pairing: softdom!scara x you

genre: soft smut

The movie had ended an hour ago, but neither of you had bothered to change the channel.

The screen’s soft glow lit the quiet living room as you lay curled against Scara’s side, your legs tangled with his. His hand rested on your arm, tracing idle patterns against your skin — slow, deliberate, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

When you shifted to look up at him, you caught his gaze already on you.

"Why are you staring at me?" you asked softly.

He tilted his head slightly. "Just… thinking."

"About?"

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It was a slow kiss, testing. His thumb brushed along your jaw as his mouth deepened against yours, coaxing you into a slow, intoxicating rhythm. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until there was no space left between you.

When you broke apart for air, his forehead lingered against yours. His voice was low, uncertain.

"Can I…?"

You didn’t need him to finish the question.

"Yes," you whispered.

Something in him softened, and he kissed you again — but this time, his hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, his palm warm against your bare waist. You shivered, and he smiled faintly against your lips, as if committing the reaction to memory.

The couch wasn’t enough. He stood, offering you his hand, and you followed without hesitation.

In your bedroom, he closed the door gently and looked at you again.

"You’re sure?"

"Yeah" you said, voice steady despite your pounding heart.

His lips found yours once more, and his hands roamed slowly over your sides, your back, every movement deliberate and unhurried. When you tugged at the hem of his sweater, he helped you lift it away, revealing pale skin and lean build. Your shirt followed soon after, and he paused to look at you — really look at you.

"You’re beautiful," he murmured, and the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache.

Clothing came away piece by piece, the quiet rustle of fabric punctuated by small laughs when fingers fumbled or got tangled. Each layer gone made the air between you warmer, heavier with anticipation.

On the bed, he hovered above you, his knees bracketing your hips. His fingertips traced over your collarbone, down the curve of your side, over the soft skin of your thigh. His lips followed the same path, pressing lingering kisses that made your breath catch.

Then, almost reluctantly, he shifted back and reached toward the bedside drawer. You watched as he pulled out a foil packet, tearing it open with care. His cheeks were faintly pink, but his voice stayed gentle.

"Better safe," he murmured, rolling the condom on with deliberate motions before meeting your gaze again.

"Yeah," you said softly. "Thank you."

Settling between your thighs, he rested a hand on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles there.

"This might hurt a little at first," he warned quietly. "I’ll go slow… you tell me if you need me to stop."

"I trust you," you whispered.

The first press of him made your breath hitch. He stilled instantly, his free hand brushing hair from your face.

"Breathe… let me in," he murmured, his voice soft but steady.

He eased forward slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. His forehead rested against yours, and you felt the faint tremor in his body as he sank in deeper.

"You’re so warm… so tight," he whispered, the words rougher now.

When he was fully inside, he stilled, his breathing uneven. You could see the restraint in his eyes, the way he was fighting the urge to move too soon.

"Okay?" he asked.

You nodded, your fingers curling against his shoulders. "Okay."

He began with shallow thrusts — slow, careful, learning the way your body moved with his. His gaze never left your face, searching for every reaction. When your lips parted on a soft moan, something in his expression loosened.

He rolled his hips more fully, the motion deliberate, pressing deep before pulling back just enough to make you ache for him again. You clung to him, your nails grazing the skin of his back, and he let out a shaky breath.

"You feel… perfect," he murmured, kissing you deeply mid-thrust. The kiss turned messy, all heat and breath, his tongue moving with yours as his rhythm steadied.

The air between you grew heavier — the quiet, wet slide of your bodies, your soft gasps, the way his breath hitched whenever you clenched around him. His lips found your neck, mouthing gently at the skin as he murmured your name like it was the only word he knew.

Your hips began to move with his, and the moment you did, his rhythm faltered with a stifled moan.

"God… just like that," he breathed.

The tension inside you coiled tighter with every slow press, every lingering kiss. You could feel your climax approaching, your grip on him tightening.

"Don’t stop," you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t — keeping his pace steady, guiding you toward the edge with each deep, measured thrust. His hand found yours, fingers lacing tightly as your body trembled around him.

When you came, it was with a breathless cry, your whole body curling toward him as the waves crashed over you. Your release pulled him with you; his pace stuttered, his moans spilling into your ear as he pressed deep one last time, shuddering with release inside the condom.

He stayed there, his body warm and heavy over yours, both of you catching your breath in the quiet. Then he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his hand brushing tenderly over your cheek.

"You okay?"

You smiled faintly. "More than okay."

His answering smile was tired but impossibly soft.

"Good… because you’re mine."

And he stayed with you like that — skin to skin, heart to heart — until sleep finally pulled you both under.

[redninjakitty14rp]

"You Started It"

cw: explicit smut, sex toy use (vibrator), overstimulation, doggy position, spanking, rough pace, unprotected penetration, degradation, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, dirty talk

pairing: dom!scara x you

genre: smut

You’d been pushing him all day.

It started with teasing touches, whispered innuendo, and that smug little smirk you knew would get under his skin. The last straw was bending over right in front of him, wiggling your hips like an invitation.

Now you were bent over the bed, shorts and panties long gone, his palm pressing firmly into the small of your back.

"You think you’re cute, don’t you?" he murmured.

You gave a small, dangerous smile. "Maybe."

A sharp smack landed on your ass. You yelped.

"Not cute," he said, squeezing the sting. "Pathetic."

The soft hum of a vibrator filled the air. You froze.

"Scara—"

"You’ve been all over me today. Let’s see if you can handle me all over you."

The first press against your clit was electric. The vibration drilled into your nerves instantly, your hips twitching despite his hand holding you down.

"Already squirming?" he said with a smirk. "Pathetic little tease can’t even take the warm-up."

The hum stayed steady against you, unrelenting. You tried to wriggle away from the overstimulation, but his grip on your hip only tightened.

"Stay still," he ordered.

You whined, your thighs trembling as pleasure built too fast. The steady buzz had you teetering close to release in minutes.

"Cum," he said. "Now."

Your body obeyed, your orgasm ripping through you so hard your voice cracked into a broken moan. But he didn’t stop.

"Scara— too much—"

"Good," he murmured. "You didn’t stop teasing me, did you?"

He pressed it harder against you, dragging it lower to push just inside your soaked entrance before sliding it back up to your clit. Your voice pitched high as you shook violently, another climax tearing through you in quick succession.

He only laughed. "Two, and you’re already shaking like you’re done? That’s cute."

By the time he tossed the toy aside, you were breathless, trembling… and wide open for him.

You felt the hot, heavy weight of him slide through your folds, the blunt head of his cock catching at your entrance.

"You’re not getting a break," he said simply, and shoved in.

The stretch burned in the best way, your oversensitive body clenching down around him like a vice.

"Fuck," he groaned, bottoming out. "You’re squeezing me so tight I can barely move."

But he moved — deep, hard thrusts that made the bedframe creak. The oversensitivity turned every drag of him into white-hot pleasure, and your moans spilled out unrestrained.

"You feel that?" he growled, yanking your hair so your back arched deeper. "That’s what happens when you push me."

The wet slap of his hips against your ass filled the room. His pace was brutal, relentless, and you could feel your body coiling again already.

"Already?" he mocked. "Gonna cum again like a pathetic little slut?"

"Yes—" you gasped.

"Then do it. Cum on me."

You shattered, your orgasm crashing over you so violently you nearly collapsed. He fucked you through it, grinning at how you twitched and clenched around him.

"God—you're fucking milking me dry.." he hissed, his thrusts turning frantic. He slammed into you one last time, spilling deep inside with a sharp groan.

But he didn’t pull out.

Instead, he pushed you flat against the bed, pinning your hips in place as he rolled his hips slowly, grinding his cock against your still-pulsing walls.

"Mm… I like you like this," he murmured, still buried to the hilt. "Full. Used. Not going anywhere."

You whimpered, every small shift sending aftershocks through you.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. "Keep me inside. Hold me nice and tight."

When you tried to squirm away, he smacked your ass sharply, the sound echoing. "No. You stay bent like this until I decide you’re done."

You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, the slow, lazy grind picking up just enough to make you squirm.

"Mm. Guess you’re not done after all," he said, smirking against your neck. "And I’m gonna fuck you again… until you learn."

[redninjakitty14rp]

"Nightfall Strokes"

a/n: Anon req! I like how they requested this tbh, it's hella cute. Anyway, nothing too intense here, just.. yeah.

cw: explicit smut, hand in pants, handjob, slight edging, slight begging, teasing, dirty talk?

pairing: scara x you

genre: smut

The room was dark except for the soft blue glow of his phone screen.

He lay on his side, back pressed against your chest, scrolling lazily like he had nowhere to be. His hair was messy from shifting around earlier, the oversized shirt he wore slipping off one shoulder, revealing pale skin that practically begged to be kissed.

You were behind him, your arm draped loosely around his waist, your face nestled into the curve of his neck. His skin was warm against your lips, carrying that familiar, addictive scent that made you want to stay there forever.

"What are you even looking at?" you mumbled, your words brushing his skin.

"Nothing," he replied without looking away. "Go to sleep."

But you didn’t. Instead, your fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, gliding across the soft skin of his stomach. You felt the faint twitch of his muscles beneath your touch — subtle, but enough to make you smirk.

"You’re doing that on purpose," he muttered.

"Mm," you hummed, your lips ghosting over the side of his neck. "Maybe."

Your fingertips drifted lower, brushing the waistband of his sweats. He didn’t stop you — just shifted slightly, his breathing slowing in that way you recognized all too well.

You took it as an invitation.

Slipping your hand inside, you found him immediately — warm, heavy, and already swelling under your touch. His breath caught.

"Fuck…" His tone was low, quiet, unsure if it was a warning or plea.

You wrapped your fingers around him and gave a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip. He twitched in your grasp, the beginnings of slick dampening your thumb.

"You weren’t as focused on your phone as you wanted me to think," you teased.

He huffed a quiet laugh, but it broke into a soft groan when you stroked him again, your thumb brushing over his tip. His hips gave an unconscious roll forward into your palm.

"Shameless," he muttered. "Touching me like this when I wasn’t even— fuck—" His words faltered into another low groan as you began a steady rhythm.

The phone slipped from his hand, forgotten. His head tilted back toward you, eyes slipping shut.

You kept your strokes slow, teasing, never giving him quite enough pressure. His hand eventually found your wrist, guiding your grip tighter.

"More," he rasped, and you obeyed, curling your fingers tighter around him.

His hips began to move with yours, chasing each stroke, a soft, shaky breath leaving him every time you reached the head. His thighs tensed against yours, muscles tightening with each glide of your hand.

"God, baby…" His voice was raw now, breathless. "Feels so good—"

You slowed deliberately, almost stopping. His hips jerked forward in protest.

"Don’t you dare stop," he warned, though there was already a thread of desperation in his tone.

You smiled against his neck, stroking once, slow. "Then beg me to keep going."

A pause. Then: "Please…" he exhaled, voice husky. "Please don’t stop."

That was enough to make you tighten your grip again, your pace quickening. His groan was sharp, his hips snapping forward into your hand. You could feel the way he throbbed in your palm, slicker now, every sound leaving him unguarded.

"You gonna cum for me, Scara?" you whispered.

"Yes—God— I’m close—" His voice cracked on the last word.

You slowed again.

He let out a choked laugh, half frustration, half disbelief. "You’re a fucking menace."

"Mm. Just want it to last."

"Then don’t complain when I— ngh— fuck you stupid after this," he growled, hips jerking forward at the return of your strokes.

You kept him right there — on the edge, muscles tight, breath ragged — until his voice was breaking, his hips stuttering uncontrollably.

"Cum for me," you whispered, and that was all it took.

He gasped sharply, his body tensing as hot pulses spilled over your hand. His cock twitched hard in your grasp, his groan deep and broken as you milked every drop from him.

When you didn’t stop immediately, his hand shot down to grip your wrist. "Fuck— too much—" he panted, though his hips still twitched weakly into your touch.

You finally slowed, pulling your hand free and brushing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

"Next time," he murmured, voice still rough, “I’m making you pay for that.”