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Could I please get threesome with wanderer and Scaramouche and it’s both of them eating the reader out

Scaramouche x fem!reader Wanderer x fem!reader. Smut. Threesome. Cunilligus. Some degradation from Scaramouche.

Wanderer's fingers held the lips of your cunt apart, swirling his tongue around your clit. Your fingers went to tangle themselves in his hair, pressing his mouth closer to your throbbing clit. He groaned in bliss, latching his lips onto your clit, prodding the tip of his tongue against it.

A shaky sigh of pleasure fell from your lips as it vibrated over your clit. He rolled his indigo eyes up to look at you, smirking when you moved your hips up into his mouth.

"Don't hold a single one of those pretty moans back from me," He said, his hands finding your hips to hold your cunt against his mouth as he pushed his tongue inside of you. He swirled it around your walls, making them clamp tightly around it.

Scaramouche curled a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him. "You'll do as you are told, slut," He said, reaching down to hold one of your legs apart for Wanderer.

Driven to hear you moan louder, Wanderer brushed his nose against your clit, nudging his tongue against your sweet spot. "Good girl," He purred, pulling his tongue out of you to kitten lick at your clit.

"Hurry up and make her cum, I am getting impatient," Scaramouche snapped, glaring at Wanderer.

Wanderer rolled his eyes, ignoring him. Thrusting his tongue back inside of you, his fingers found your clit. You choked back a sob of pleasure, feeling your orgasm building up intensely in your core. All it took was more firm press of his tongue against your sweet spot to make your release squirt on his tongue.

His fingers stroked gently on your hips, nursing his tongue against your clit occasionally as he lapped up your release.

You barely registered when Wanderer lifted you onto Scaramouche's mouth. "Now you are going to cry louder for me, whore," He moaned, immediately pushing his tongue inside of you.

Your thighs trembled, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes as you grinded down against his tongue, still twitching from your first orgasm. His tongue ruthlessly assaulted your sensitive walls, making them clamp consistently around his tongue.

"Please," You sobbed, struggling to hold yourself up, dragging your cunt along his tongue. "I can't take much more."

Scaramouche growled, his fingers digging into your hips, smirking when he saw tears falling from your eyes. "Then cum for me, whore." His lips latched onto your clit, glaring up at you when you tugged on his hair.

It was a command that your body could never refuse. Arching your back, you collapsed against Wanderer's chest. Nuzzling your cheek against his chest, you cried out Scaramouche's name, whimpering in between broken moans as his tongue coaxed in your second orgasm.

Wanderer's hands found your hips, guiding your pace on Scaramouche's tongue, helping you ride out your high. "You did so well," He praised, kissing the top of your head as he lifted you off of Scaramouche's mouth.

Scaramouche leaned in and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself. His thumb dabbed at the tears falling from your eyes. "You always look so pretty crying for me, pet." He murmured, swallowing your soft sigh of pleasure as his teeth nipped at your lower lip.

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the idea of fucking kuni and scara at the same time with one using praise and the other using degradation—

Kuni is just so kind, and so sweet. he’s in your ear telling you how good you’re being, and how amazing you feel. how you’ll make him cum if you keep squeezing so tight around him like that. His lips are soft against your skin while he trails them up your spine, not to mention his hands, wandering all over your body and kneading your flesh. he snaps his hips into you with such passion, such love. pulls you back against him so your match his pace, you do not even have to do anything because he will do it all for you, all until your gushing around him and cumming your pretty little brains out.

and then there’s Scaramouche, who’s gripping your head and forcing your throat to close around his cock. he puts tears in your eyes from his cruelty and dread in your stomach for what he’ll do to you next. his cock stuffed deep in your mouth and forcing you to gag on his length, as if he doesn’t want to grant you permission to even breathe around him. there’s drool just running down your chin, but at least he has the kindness to wipe it away. even though it does very little, just because seconds later he’s squirting his thick load of cum deep inside your mouth and demanding you swallow. you cant, obviously, there is just so much that you absolutely have to spit some out, other wise you’d choke.

Kuni doesn’t like how bad you get treated, so he tries to make it up by rewarding you with the most passionate love making you would ever have. but its just too bad that scara couldn’t care less, and wrecks you straight after until you forget everything you had mended from.

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what about scummy scara carrying reader on his shoulders and his head being squished by readers thighs fhjwndlskjfodkdn PLEASE THE HOLD THIS MAN HAS ON ME

Sitting atop scummy Scaramouche’s shoulders! ☆彡 0.6k

When your feet start to ache, and your will of walking by foot slowly decreases as time passes you by, Scaramouche is quick to discard his hat and drop his body to the ground. His knees, scraped and scarred red, thump harshly against the tattered concrete floor when he makes contact— and although he cringes at the pain that jolts through his ligaments for acting so careless, he pushes away his soreness and angles his head downward in an almost prayer looking position. “Please, allow me to carry you. It is no trouble at all.” He knows he sounds more ravenous then humble, but it’s a kind gesture nonetheless, so he hopes for you to just ignore the plain desperation that cracks through his tone and agree to his kind offer.

You do, and he watches in a new found excitement as you circle around his figure and stand behind him— your soft and gentle hands somehow magically making his previous tension soothe away when you place them on top his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I won’t be too heavy for you, will I?” You chuckle lowly, and out of your line of sight, he scrunches his eyebrows and narrows his eyes— a unamused scoff echos in his mind for someone even daring to put that pathetic thought in your cute little head. Need he remind you again just how perfect you are?

“Nonsense, for I can carry you to the ends of Teyvet without breaking a sweat.” He boasts with confidence, but stumbles forward slightly when one of your legs unexpectedly hoist over his shoulder. Out of instinct, he grabs ahold of your calf so you don’t fall. ‘Fuck, now i’ve gone and embarrassed myself.’ He awkwardly coughs into his free handed fist to try and mask his chagrin state, and is inwardly grateful you can’t see the way his face burns a red hue in result of his mistake. “Ah— see? No p-problem at all…” an awkward laugh bubbles up his throat.

“We’re nearly there, but if you’re so adamant about it…” he helps you climb on top of him, and surprises himself when managing to hold back his delighted groan as you tangle your dainty fingers in the greasy strands of his hair. Your legs are so soft, and he can’t help but reach up and try to subtly push them together until his face was being smothered with your plush thighs. He sighs happily, and when questioned about this action, he quickly blames his show of needfulness on ‘making sure you don’t slip.’

You’re not heavy to him in the slightest, yet his legs still can’t help but wobble while he walks down the road, his hand hands can’t help but trembling as they grip at the flesh of your thighs, his breaths can’t help but slowly loose their balance with each step he takes. You seemingly take note of his staggered facture, and comment about it. “Scara? You okay down there? If it gets too much for you then please, don’t push yourself further.” Oh, how your tone sounds so sickeningly sweet, fretting about him like he was your boyfriend, he grins and turns his head up to try and meet your gaze, a red blush coating over his nose and combining at the tips of his ears as you stare back down at him in slight worry.

“I’m a lot stronger then I look, so all you need to do is sit there so prettily and let me do all the work. Please, I insist. Let’s just relish in this beautiful view…”

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⎯⎯ ୨ Him and you as gamers (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Pantalone, Thoma, Tighnari, Wanderer, Venti, Xiao & Zhongli x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

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okay so idk what this is called so i just made it hcs GYDISJKANDSA,, anyways i downloaded league of legends a few days ago and im honestly addicted rn, have this short thing b4 i lose my mind on my wips, have a nice day/night!!

they teach you how to play the game thoroughly, show you the ropes, and are very supportive, even if you die. picks a support role to baby you as you get used to the game.

aether, ayato diluc, gorou, kaveh, kazuha, tighnari, thoma, zhongli

they teach you, but they're like an exasperated teacher. they repeatedly scold you for doing something you should do, and when you die they'd say "I TOLD YOU SO" and sigh.

alhaitham, cyno, pantalone, xiao (in a soft and gentle way)

would teach you, sure, but they're the shittiest teacher in a bad way. they would bait you into dangerous situations just so you'd die in the end. they'd lie about your hotkeys/buttons and you die again. your deaths are 90% because of him.

albedo, alhaitham, ayato, childe, dottore, heizou, kaeya, wanderer, venti

you have matching names, icons, and skins. the characters you use are couples or ships with good synergy. one glance and people know you're (icky) lovers.

aether, ayato, childe, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, thoma, wanderer (he secretly loves it)

insane cooperation. great minds think alike. you two have played so much together that you know what the other is thinking, hence multi-kills in a row and always dominating the battlefield together.

albedo, alhaitham, cyno, gorou, heizou, tighnari, xiao, zhongli

you yell at each other. insulting and calling each other trash. brings up real-life beef ingame to one-up you in arguments. "you're not a pro, you can't even wash the dishes right!"

childe, dottore, heizou, kaeya, tighnari, wanderer, venti

absolutely spoils you with money. he gifts you expensive and exclusive skins of characters you like, merch, and everything.

ayato, childe, diluc, kaveh (adding to his debt), pantalone (you legit have every skin in the game), zhongli (from childe's wallet)

leaps from his seat (if youre gaming together) and kisses you all over if you won, saying that you made a good team or how you carried them.

aether, childe, heizou, kaeya, kaveh, thoma

he's the adc (attack damage carry), youre his support

aether, ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, gorou, kaeya, thoma, wanderer, xiao

he's your support, you're his adc

albedo, alhaitham, dottore (he wants u to grow insanely strong in risky ass ways), heizou, kaveh, kazuha, pantalone, tighnari, zhongli

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"watch me retire and learn how to cook" – the genshin boys as househusbands

ft. aether, al-haitham, cyno, wanderer

2k words, fluff, themes of marriage, gn! reader; inspired by that meme asking guys what they would do if they married someone who earns 800k a year

AETHER – whose qualifications are outmatched only by his love

When Aether finally retired from the adventuring life, many have warned him that the domestic life will make him even more of a busybody. Aether can see where they’re coming from now. 

But there’s an overarching peace he feels when all he’s going through recipe books with Paimon and watering the plants in the morning. Sometimes, while you’re out for work and he’s at home, he gets a weird moment where he wonders if this is what it’d feel like if he hadn’t retired and you were at home instead. 

Then he remembers that him running across Teyvat while you had your own career back home was exactly how your relationship worked before he settled down for good.

When he’s out buying groceries, rookie adventurers would recognize him as the retired hero of Teyvat and eagerly ask for advice – to which Aether accidentally gives more advice about cooking and budgeting than on battles or domains.

“If you’re an adventurer on a budget, you might be tempted to run a tab on the diners you visit, like Good Hunter,” Aether says as he compares the ripeness of two tomatoes at the grocery. The rookies surround him with bated breath, awaiting every word of his advice.

“It’s more sustainable to just buy ingredients and cook simple meals in the long run. Also I’m more a fan of butter than oil to fry, but my partner says otherwise. It’s up to you.”

With a wink, he walks away, leaving a group of stunned but curious adventurers behind to fanboy about the hero of Teyvat buying groceries.

Aether is an amazing cook. It’s also how he calms down. Following a recipe, pouring care into every ingredient and step, and the sounds and smells of the kitchen all remind Aether of what home means to him.

Making sure you’re eating healthy is how he cares for people. He won’t be shoving food down your gullet, but should you have trouble with eating well from stress or anything, he’s sweet in a persistent way, slowly encouraging you through every bite and making sure you’re snacking well during all-nighters.

Not to mention that with his Anemo and future Hydro powers combined, he’ll make quick work of cleaning house, if you aren’t living in the Teapot (which is likely anyways, because Aether wants a real house for some stability).

You worried at first that he would feel cooped-up if he just stayed at the house. Thankfully, Aether will never run out of friends to visit or hijinks to jump into; such is his luck, really. A lot of his friends still find it jarring when Aether, renowned warrior and hero, can go on and on about the importance of a clean kitchen and what makes a good rice. He once had a discussion with Tighnari, Noelle, and Thoma on healthy cooking that lasted from night to morning.

“The hero is a kept man,” his companions would sigh with amusement at the lovestruck sparkle in Aether’s eyes whenever he talks about you.

He likes going on outdoorsy trips with you should you have the time: fishing by the lake, hiking the mountains of Jueyun Karst, or camping under the stars while chewing on adventurer food.

There’s nothing quite like coming home every night and seeing Aether and Paimon with handkerchiefs tied over their heads, dusting the room while the smell of dinner permeates the house. It’s like the skies have parted for the sun when he happily exclaims, “You’re back!”

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Scaramouche being a greek statuette

Tihs is a little something i wrote like months ago at 2a.m and i can't believe i had totally forgotten it in y drafts... So, huh, the writing isn't the best but i think the idea have potential.

Pairing : Scaramouche x reader Tags : NSFW, smut, scara has a pussy at some point, being able to change your body parts, mention of Dottore, overall it's some cute smut, scara and reader are soooo in love

What if Scaramouche was able to change his body parts and never told you ? 

You learned about that on a casual day. It was before you two even moved on, sharing a same room. At that time, you and Scaramouche were just hanging out on some days of the week, your relationship was young, and you had a lot to discover about one another. 

Then, on that day, he wanted to take care of you because well, it was that time of the month, and you were not in the mood for a walk or whatever. 

He seemed to know a lot already, what to do or not, he was careful, and he got it figured out you needed something hot on your stomach. Not only he knew you needed something hot, but he also knew what area exactly to put it on. 

Honestly, you were even wondering if he hadn't lied about you being his first girlfriend. 

As you start questioning him innocently, you learn that he can actually do just that, changing his body part. 

He can, because, as he said himself, "you know how I was created by a god ? A female god." 

With all the words he didn't say, you understood it all. 

However, you've already had sex with him, naturally, as he is your boyfriend, and you know he has male body parts. So, how ? 

He then proceeds to explain that, when he met Dottore that unsealed his power, he noticed after a few experiments that he was able to change form. Thus, he changed that part so that it would match his gender. 

Upon hearing that, you questioned yourself, did he ever got laid while having a pussy ?

You even got that bold, you asked him. But you're his first in most things in terms of romance, so of course not. 

He never thought about it too, looking at you with his head on the side, probably asking himself if you were just, that, stupid. 

After that, the idea burns your mind to the point where sinful pictures blur your vision. 

However, you can't decide to ask him about your fantasies, waiting for the right moment. 

But eventually, you grew frustrated, you still had sex, it was still good, you just wanted to try out new things. 

After a moment, you finally brace yourself to ask him. 

He refuses at first, of course. What made you think someone as grumpy as him would agree to such things ? You even start to forget about that, you asked, and he refused, time to move on. You are just like this. 

What you had no idea about was that you kinda implanted the idea in his brain and that started messing up with him. That is, until he wasn't thinking straight anymore at some point, he got brain fever upon thinking of you messing with him, about how that would actually feel, how much it would be different. 

And finally, finally, his last buttons were pressed when you both had sex and all the time he was pounding into you, he was thinking of how it would feel to be in your place. 

How you would look on top of him. 

And you seemed to enjoy everything so much, tears building in your eyes, cute moans growing louder, until you came. 

And then, the worst part to him : he pampered you, like he always does, but this time, asking himself what he would enjoy as aftercare, would you take care of him too ? 

For one too many times in his life, he wants to be taken care of, he wants to be weak, and precious, he wants your place. 

Now he wonders, how do you ask about something like that ? 

He knows he's safe with you just as much as you are with him, but he can't bring himself to ask. 

Until you wake up on this particular night and start telling him that he's yours, you’re not sure exactly why, but it does the trick.

Upon hearing that, he kisses you passionately. He feels himself losing control, maybe it's just that this time he doesn't try to resist. 

He's weak in your presence, your words, your smell, your arms around his neck. Everything is too much. 

And as he gives up all his thoughts to you, surprise is written all over your face, his shame is long gone even if he still blush a little under your gaze. 

Of course, it makes you instantly wet again. With a few more kisses, going deeper, you ask him if this is really ok, when he confirms, you both lose self-control as you straddle his lap, licking his lips in anticipation. 

As he tells you he changed his body part, you start kissing his neck, trying not to go too fast for him. 

Gripping his own shirt, taking it off, silently asking you to go faster, you push him back down on the mattress, now it's your time to take the lead. 

You kiss him, gliding your tongue along his, ripping soft moans from both of you, your hands grip his shorts, sliding it off his hips. 

"Scara, you ok?" 

"Don't drag this longer than it should." 

Your eyes look down on him, and he refrains a moan of anticipation, sealing his lips together. 

"Babe, it's still your first time, let's figure out what brings you pleasure." 

Oh gosh, the way his eyes are shining, his cheeks rosy. Like that, under you, he looks so delicate. His pale skin tinted red with shyness, his already trembling body, the way his belly contracts just because your hands caresses it. He seems even more sensitive, and that's a cute sight to see. 

You just want to take your time as much as you can. 

You then lower yourself between his thighs and start to palm at the skin here. His breath itches when you venture yourself to blow cool air to his core. 

"You're so wet, dear." 

He tells you to shut up before he changes his mind, although, at this point, you know he's not going to. 

Not after your point finger slides slowly between his wet folds and the scream of surprise he lets out. 

"Someone seems to appreciate that." 

"Just warn me, for fuck's sake." 

"Alright, I'm warning you, I'm going to touch you… a lot, be ready." 

He tries to mock you, but you cut that short by sliding your finger again, pressing a little harder this time. You feel him trembling, putting a hand on his mouth, but it's still not enough to suppress his loud moan. 

With your free hand, you take his, lacing your fingers together so that you have access to kiss his lips. 

At the same time, you rock your finger back another time, this time pressing against his clit. That has him moaning into your mouth even more than before, to the point that he breaks the kiss to scream out loud. 

"Oh gosh, what the hell, this is so good, do it again." 

You chuckle at his reaction, knowing full well that this is not even close to the max you could do to pleasure him. 

" Say please." 

"How dare you ?!" 

He's offended but in such a cute way, his lips are pressed thin, his eyes glowing bright and pout visible on his face. 

After a good minute of nothing happening he gives up, of course he does, he knows he lost this battle ages ago. 

"Please, do it again. I'll be good." 

That was enough for you too, you were so wet, you're sure you're dripping in your underwear. 

"How can I say no to such a pretty sight?" You only have time to see him frown before you start to draw circles around the bundle of nerves and the boy starts to chant sinful music. Nothing can stop him, his pride seems long gone and truthfully, you understand why.

You know just how good it feels being touched like this, especially since it's his first time. 

Just a few more minutes, and you know you have to stop, despite not wanting to. Judging by his mouth hanging open, an offended look in his eyes, he is clearly upset you stopped. In hope of calming him down, you caress his body, kissing his jaw and biting his neck. 

" 'm sorry baby, I have many more things to show you, that's why I can't have you cumming this fast." 

His hips hang in the air searching for contact while his pretty eyes shine bright with want and plead. 

"Please, please mm- I've been good, please…" 

The begging doesn't stop, and actually if you knew it would have reduced him to this, you would have insisted much more. This is divine, the power, and control that you seem to have right now, as you are towering him and he begs desperately. He realizes just how much better it is than how it was in his head. 

"Hey, I know, you're so, so good sweetheart, let's continue ok ?" 

"Please please make me cum, promise I'll be good" 

A kiss to his forehead, then you slide your hand again, prodding your digit against his hole. 

His shocked little face is back, but he doesn't move. Don't dare to make a movement in fear you would deny him again. 

You slowly enter his walls, watching his expression closely. He doesn't really move, so you ask him how it is, not wanting to hurt him. 

"It's ok, huh, it just feels weird… but it doesn't hurt." 

Then he waits. 

You kiss his lips and move your finger. 

After a few slides you put your thumb against his clit creating a combined friction. This time, he gasps and hooks his arms behind your neck, holding your hair tight between his palms. 

"Mm- ha, this is good, ng" 

You nod and kiss him again, drinking most of his whines. You wonder about adding another finger, but you fear that it will be too much. 

Soon enough, you realize that you don't have time for that anymore as he yanks your head away from his lips to tell you that he's going to cum. 

And he does little second later, you feel his whole body trembling, his walls squeezing your finger out of him and the face of total ecstasy that he puts on. All his masks are down, his hips jolting against yours as you ride him through his orgasm, tears welling up in his eyes. 

After a few seconds, you finally let go, kissing his pretty eyes, now closed.

You chuckle against his skin, before you finally get up to take a cloth to clean him up. 

He whines a little when he feels you getting up, but you soon return to your shared bedroom. He hasn't moved at all, he looks so damn cute ruined like that, you can't refrain a smile creeping up on your lips. Not that he can see it anyway, or you're sure he would throw something at you. 

You clean him off, put new clothes on him, and wrap him under the blanket before settling down next to him. This time, he moves despite how tired he seems to be, just so that he is placed in your arms, his head in your neck breathing in your scent, deeply, multiple times. 

In his head you smell so damn good, you feel like home, his heart is so warm, and he feels so safe that he wonders why he waited this long before succumbing. 

Now if he wasn't tired like that he would start over immediately, and I can 

guarantee you that once he recovers he's going to bother you to do it again and again and again, he won't be satisfied until he tries everything out. 

The new sensations that filled him up were so precious that he wants to be yours forever, I guess that's why he started crying against you, overwhelmed by all those feelings. Guess you were in for a long night, but you seem happy with it. 

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⟣ DRABBLE #2

Just Wanderer being a little bit mean playing with your boobs.

Warnings: Pussy is used to describe reader's genitals. Tiddies™ size not specified scara loves all sizes fr 🗣️

a/n: this is so unfinished and unpolished but since ive gone too long since the last time i posted pls have this...😭😭 i promise ill finish this and a second part will be added.

In the coziness of your shared abode, he'll start by relaxing his head against your chest, arms snaked around your frame. It's unusual for him to seek out your touch like this, and that's why instead of airing a teasing question and potentially ruining his mood, you just allowed yourself to bask in the warmth of his embrace. 

You relaxed to the point of almost falling asleep right there and then, until you felt his lithe fingers sneak under your shirt as he gently mouthed at your breasts. You tried not to shiver, but at the moment he found your nipples and pinched them, you let out a soft sound.

Although low and gentle, Wanderer's indigo heated gaze locked onto yours. 

Shirt bunched over your collarbone, he didn't waste any more time and leaned down to trail his tongue slowly over your now hardened nipple, while his other hand alternated between caressing and squeezing the one left unattended by his mouth. 

He loved to suckle til soreness, you had to remind him to switch to your other boob, to which he would respond by giving one last harsh suck just to rile you, and then start giving attention to the other one. 

Moments of intimacy with him sometimes began slow and relaxed, which stayed that way until the end. Other times, they would develop into something rough and unfiltered. You were yet to discover how this one would turn out. 

"You're already so wet," his fingers slid with such ease against your pussy, and his lips tickled your skin as he spoke. "So eager for me, aren't you, you insatiable tease?"

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Corrupting Kabukimono

Pairing: Scaramouche x afab!Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mdni, virginity loss, praise, oral (giving & receiving), penetration, creampie, no pronouns used

Special thanks to @potator-tati for brainstorming some of these ideas with me <3

He's so innocent, so precious and pure as he looks at you wide eyed when you first touch his crotch.

"What are you doing?" He asks, head tilted to the side, his eyes full of confusion. You smile at him, your hand slowly stroking him through the white fabric of his attire.

"I just thought we could move forward together. You know, do what people in a relationship usually do," you reply gently, trying to convey with your eyes how much you care about him. You take your hand away, stopping your ministrations. "Unless you don't wish to continue. I'll respect that, of course!" You reassure him. You see how his blush deepens, his eyes bashfully straying away from you.

"I...uhm...I'd like you to continue..." he mumbles, pulling your hand back to where his clothes already got tighter. "Please..." he adds and for a second you just admire how cute he is.

You start stroking him again and he lets out a shaky breath, staring into your eyes with his stormy ones.

"I feel a bit strange...down there," he says in a higher pitch than usual. You nod, your smile understanding. "That's normal. You're really sensitive." You observe, noticing how even this simple touch has him rutting his hips against your hand. You stop again, laughing at him as he pouts.

"Why did you stop?"

"You'll see," you climb onto his lap and grind your clothed pussy against him. His mouth forms into an 'o' as he wraps his hands around you. You gaze into his eyes, hands burying into his dark hair, before pulling him closer so your lips connect. His lips are soft, so perfect as the rest of him, and they latch onto yours unsurely yet eagerly. You push your tongue in, exploring his cavity and enjoying the sensation. All the while you keep grinding into him, stimulating his aching cock. You tug at his hair and he moans into your mouth, which makes you chuckle into the kiss.

"My tummy feels weird," he pants against your lips. You start to kiss his jaw, gyrating your hips until he starts clutching your clothes. "Y/n!" he sounds a bit panicked so you reassure him.

"Shh, it's okay, this is normal. You'll feel so good soon, just enjoy yourself." You pepper his neck with kisses and apparently that's when it's too much for him. He digs his fingers into your back, thrusting his hips into yours and comes into his pants. He whines, burying his face into your neck, your name a broken prayer on his lips. He's trying to catch up his breath now. You gently stroke his hair and murmur praises to him.

You're far from finished though. You let him recuperate enough and then you're kissing him and grinding into him again. He whimpers into the kiss, still very sensitive from coming so recently but you don't mind his protests. You slowly start to remove his clothes, starting with his veil, then his top and lastly the soiled pants and underwear. He lets you, looking at you like you are the only being in the universe. His cock springs out of his clothes, average in size yet as beautiful as the rest of him, as if someone carved him. He flushes, his face and ears turning a lovely shade of red.

"You're so pretty," you breathe out, kissing his neck and moving downwards, paying special attention to his pink nipples which makes his breath hitch.

"You-you are the pretty one." He says back, completely enarmored by your actions. His hips keep trying to seek you out, and you start to feel bad for him so you leave his buds and, while trailing kisses on his stomach, you eventually make your wait to his groin.

"What are you doing?" He sounds confused once again, seeing as you inch closer to where he wants you to touch him.

"Just want you to feel good," you smile, licking a long stripe on the length of his cum-covered dick. It's a bit salty but not bad at all. Hearing his soft moans is motivating you to go further. Taking him into your mouth, you suck on his tip and that has him push his hips into you.

"That feels so- so good." You smirk and take him all in, flattening your tongue and paying special attention to the underside of his dick. You start to suck, fondling his balls with your hand, and he keeps being so responsive, his dick twitching in your mouth, his thighs closing in on you when it feels like it's too much... But you continue, enjoying his shaky moans and whimpers and how he caresses your hair lovingly. It doesn't take long for him to spill himself in your mouth, unintentionally forcing you to take it as he holds you in place. You don't mind, however, sucking him dry because that's what he deserves.

"Ahhh... Y/n..." leaves his lips as you finally let him go. You look up at him, seeing his dazed expression, eyes half lidded, with a small smile playing on his face. He looks thoroughly blissed out.

"I hope you're still in the mood to go further," you wink at him and his eyes widen at that.

"There's more?" You laugh at his innocence, standing up and removing your clothes. He gulps, watching you with unbridled interest. He blushes again once he sees your freed boobs, feeling like he should avert his gaze but he doesn't want to.

"Feel free to stare. This is for you, after all." He doesn't need to be told twice. You remove the rest of your clothes, saving your underwear for last, until even that is gone and you're both bare. You'd almost feel bashful were it not for how devoted he looks as he takes you all in.

"You are the most beautiful being I've ever seen..." he mumbles, awestruck. Now it's your turn to blush, you know he means his words. Before you realise what's happening, Kabukimono is pulling you down next to him and once he has you lying on bed, he starts to kiss you in the same way you did before. He latches onto your boobs with so much excitement it shocks you. You wrap your hands around him, burying one of them in his midnight-coloured locks. He groans at that, assaulting your nipple with his tongue and sucking lips, while his hand fondles your other tit. You let out a moan and it's as if it has him try even harder. It is endearing really, how desperate he is for the sounds you make. You finally focus on how needy you actually are, how wet and pulsating your cunt is. As much as you'd love to have him tease you, you want him to just get on with it.

"Kabukimono, more. Move further down," you instruct him and you watch as he looks at you and nods, following your instructions so obediently. You hear him take a whiff of your arousal and it makes you embarrassed but before you can focus on that, he dives between your legs, as eager as ever. It's clear he has no idea what to do but he tries his best. He laps at your juices as if he was a man starved.

"Focus on that little bud - yes, ahhh, that," you moan for him when he starts to suck on your clit. He still takes time to lick the new juices that leak out of you though.

"You taste incredible," he says into your pussy, linking his arms behind your legs to pull you more towards his mouth. As sloppy as he is, it's definitely working as you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening. You start to crush his head with your legs, letting out a long whine as you come on his tongue. He continues to eat you out even then and as you fall down from your high, you have to physically push him away so he stops. He pouts at you, his lips glistening from your slick.

"Did I do something wrong? I apologise, I didn't -" Before he can spiral, you shake your head.

"No, you did perfectly fine, I'm just overwhelmed and would like you to fuck me." Your bold words have him stuttering as he asks what he should do.

"You have to get me ready, put your fingers into this hole," you spread your pussy for him and watch him as he hesitantly inserts his finger in. "Okay and now pump it in and out and eventually you'll be able to put in more fingers." It doesn't take long for him to push in a second finger, you were very well lubricated from your previous orgasm. Soon he's scissoring you and putting in a third finger, all the while he has the cutest concentrated look on his face. It's clear he's trying his best to please you.

"Good boy," you tell him, "now put your dick in." He looks like he wants to ask you something but he decides to not say it and he merely nods instead. With shaking hands, he angles his hard cock against your pussy and starts to push it in, only to miss and rub your clit with it instead. He's embarrassed now, but you reassure him it's okay.

"Take your time. This happens. Put it close and - yes, haaah," he didn't need more instructions as for the second time he hit the spot, bottoming into you with a cute little moan. He furrows his brows, once again concentrating very hard, and you could guess why. You feel him twitch in you and he only drags his hips a few inches back before he thrusts back, groaning so sinfully, and that's when you feel the warm sensation in you as he fills you with his seed.

"Ahhh, s-sorry, you felt too good, I couldn't hold it back, I'm so sorry," he had tears in his eyes, you couldn't tell whether from the orgasm or the disappointment he felt.

"Aww it's alright, I can tell you're still hard so just keep going." He leans over you and kisses you sweetly. You link your hand with his and squeeze it reassuringly. He smiles at you and slowly starts to thrust into you. Every little movement has him whimpering, he's so sensitive and this feels so good. You don't hold back your own sounds, letting him know when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

"Yes right there, keep hitting it-" He obliges, trying to not change the angle he was thrusting from. With your free hand, you bring his hand to your clit, telling him to rub it in unison with his thrusts. The room is filled with the sounds of sex as his balls slap against your wet cunt. You're close, so so close, you can feel yourself reaching the top anytime soon.

"I love you." You let out, as the wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms you. Kabukimono whines at how tight you're squeezing him, tears streaming down his cheeks, and together with your love confession it's enough for him to cum too. His thick seed fills you up again, spilling out of you as he pulls out. He bonelessly flops on top of you, his hand still holding yours. You both just lay there for a minute, catching up your breaths, before he props his chin on your chest to look at you.

"Did you mean it?" He asks carefully, quietly. You're confused for a second before realising what you told him. Wiping his wet cheeks with your thumbs, you nod.

"I did."

"...Say it again."

You look him in the eyes, smile and repeat: "I love you."

He smiles back, his eyes brightening. He squeezes your hand and looks at it all happy. "Again."

"I love you. I love you, Kabukimono."

His smile widens, another tear escaping his eye. "I love you too."

[brainrot4dayz]

✆ FILTHY FANTASIES ‧₊˚

FEATURING ⌕ WC: sub! heizou x fem! reader ⌕ 0.6K

WARNING(S): masturbation (m), pervy thoughts ⌕ mc is gender-neutral; no explicit mentions of breasts

SUMMARY: heizou daydreams about the new person

KIA’S NOTE(S): who else played that event with one hand?? also, this was originally more sub! reader but as i was writing i was like, heizou is not a real alpha so yeah . . . here’s another submissive man to tortue i guess ♥︎

heizou couldn’t keep his eyes off you when you first entered the detective agency. he was captivated. enthralled. amongst the gossip of his coworkers, when he heard there would be a new detective joining, he wasn’t expecting someone like you.

chin lifted and shoulders squared, your confidence glowed. red lipstick adorned your lips and your golden rings and earrings glinted under the light. heizou indulged in the shameless staring whenever he could, his analytical eyes switched between resting on your pretty face and your arms. your white shirt hugged your muscles perfectly. was he slick about the staring? he thought he was, until you made that comment.

‘is there something wrong, pretty boy?’ he quickly shot out an apology, shame edged to his voice as he lightly scratched his cheek. breaking eye contact, he attempted to make up an excuse but the pet-name shot a piercing arrow into his heart.

pretty boy. pretty boy. pretty boy.

heizou wasn’t the type to get flustered easily; he was the tease. the smooth talker. staying cool and collected whenever someone flirted with him instead of internally freaking out . . . so, how did you suddenly have this borderline-humiliating effect on him?

now, back to the comfort of his bed, darkness engulfed him. his eyes were on the ceiling as he squeezed the outline of his dick through his boxers. toying with himself, his fingertips gently grazed over the wet patch forming on the material.

sensitivity was one of heizou’s weaknesses. he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be the type of person to tease his body by giving featherlight kisses or edging him until his voice was raw from crying.

he was disgusting. twisted. he knew it was wrong, getting hard at the mere thought of you but yet, he didn’t stop. he didn’t go for a cold shower, he didn’t simply ignore it until sleep welcomed him. instead, he visited you through his memories from earlier.

such as when you spoke to him, voice smooth as silk. you didn’t break eye contact once, even when you complimented his adorable face moles. you sat there, a ghost of a smirk on your lips, watching heizou blush.

an animalistic part of him wanted to be pinned down and fucked in that moment. quickly expanding to the thoughts of whether you’d be the type to talk him through it or if you’d be the type to tie his wrists and then fuck the shit of him as he squirmed helplessly.

what the fuck was wrong with him? he had shoved the thoughts down, fast, reminding himself to stay focused and silently praying your vision had nothing to do with mind reading.

god, you were like an intoxicating drug, an exhilarating gamble.

now, heizou could freely imagine the filthy scenario playing so vividly in his mind. your darkened eyes focused on him as you played with his hard cock, pumping him ruthlessly, punishing him for being so filthy. maybe a harsh slap or two on his stupid dick would teach him a lesson. you’d sit there, hooded eyes glimmering with mischief, observing heizou sob from the pain and pleasure.

his fantasises kept wildly spinning. he craved to be dominated by you, your frame towering over his while you were deeply and fully inside him. cooing at him for taking you so well. maybe even messing with him him. testing him. peppering bruising kisses against the sensitive part of his neck and—

heizou was panting. stroking himself faster and harder, he imagined your pillowy lips trailing all over his burning skin, his throat, his sensitive nipples — littering his skin in kiss marks in different shades of red like it was a canvas.

his disgraceful fantasies finally shoved him into an overwhelming orgasm. heizou jolted, back arching and abs clenching as white spilled on his fingers and stomach. pleasure rippled throughout his body as he experienced euphoria.

‘please, [name], please.’ he whimpered pathetically into the void of darkness, wishing you were here next to him. oh, he could only imagine.

[brainrot4dayz]

Easy Does It.

Scaramouche x F Reader.

Warnings: Explicit Not SFW, Scaramouche is annoying, Reader’s body is described as AFAB, they both bicker like an old couple… Word count: 7.2k.

You have a triumphant pep in your step as you hop down from the inn’s engawa to where your traveling companion awaits.

He stands beneath a canopy of sakura trees, late in their bloom, yet beautiful nonetheless. Pink petals dance around him in wayward clusters, swaying wherever the breeze blows. It’s an idyllic scene taken straight from the pages of a fairytale. He too appears absorbed with their hypnotizing essence, extending his hand upward and allowing for a lone petal to find its home there. He brings it to his face, studying it closely, an unreadable expression etched onto his countenance when the Electro energy imbued within tickles his fingers.

It could be your imagination, but you get the sense he almost looks sad. Forlorn, even. A strange heaviness haunts the air around him.  

You’re about to call out when a twig crunches beneath your feet, alerting him to your presence.

The ethereal mirage fades away faster than if a painter were to take water to their freshly painted canvas.

Keep reading

[brainrot4dayz]

Wanderer headcanons 18+

going feral fr ; this has been in my drafts since last year lmao

notes: g/n reader (implied afab like once), babygirl might be ooc but I am delusional so idc :*

Happy birthday to our favorite wanderer ^^

minors please dni

tw: worship kink, mild voyeurism, overstimulation

call him by the name you chose for him and you will have his undivided attention

neck kisses neck kisses neck kisses neck kisses neck kisses ne-

he will generally not ask for consent conventionally, he would rather make you beg for what you want from him or seek out your approval by reading your reactions - unless discussed otherwise

if there is no consent he just backs off and resumes his previous activities, he sees no point in forcing himself on the person he loves, also, you both have all the time in the world together and he is willing to wait as much as you need

imagine squishing his thighs aaaaaaaaaaaa

loves it when you sit on his lap or vice versa, it never fails to give him butterflies - do that in public and he will seek revenge in private by having you sit on his face

it's amazing until you find yourself overstimulated to no end and he just keeps eating you out relentlessly until he's decided you begged him enough to stop

expect mild voyeurism; he can be impatient and will act out on his urges whenever he can sneak you in a secluded area, be it a sweet peck on your nose or a quickie (he is a bit of a hypocrite)

he has a worship kink and it goes both ways; absolutely loves when you worship him as your own god and he will return the favor by treating you as his own world - cherishing each end every little part of you <3

can and will tease you for hours, his second round of foreplay begins when your orgasm ends; you're never catching a break with this guy because he can't get enough of you

massive switch energy: when you think he will take charge and finally take responsibility for all the teasing, he will step back and chuckle to himself, urging you to take matters in your own hands but if you get too overzealous he may just change his mind

very vocal, won't shut up about how good you make him feel and tell you in detail all the things he is going to do to you~

has a ridiculous amount of stamina, good luck

if you managed to top him he will be like putty in your hands, feel free to overstimulate him too he loves that

aftercare is crucial to him; he is a sucker for intimacy and taking care of eachother, chances are he's still going to act witty with you as a cheap attempt to distract you on how flustered he is in your care

however, if you've managed to fuck his brains out somehow there is no way he would have a single mean bone left in that short body of his and he is yours to pamper~

i just know he purrs when he's like that aaaaaaaaaaaa

if it's the other way around, chances are you've passed out (or pretty close to), so he will be extra gentle with you hoping that you won't remember a thing

one day you give yourself away without and he keeps that in mind

since that day he will occasionally start cracking jokes just to check if you are still conscious so he knows if he can still mess with you or not

[brainrot4dayz]

I think u were sent by the heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌) I WAS PRACTICALLY DYING WHILE READING THEM, CAN U PLEASE DO KAZUHA AND SCARAMOUCHE I WOULD LITTERALLY BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU 🧎🧎

part one (albedo, thoma, xiao)

authors note ⊱ sorry this took me so long ive had this in my drafts for months (crying)

characters ⊱ kazuha, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ themes of smut, mdni / view discretion advised

kazuha

he thinks neck kisses are sweet, romantic, intimate; all three being things he enjoys. and it also leaves him a little heated, itching with desire

the moment your mouth is over his throat he’s letting out an airy giggle, finding your lips ticklish. he always eagerly tilts his chin up, offering his neck over like it’s nothing, even though it truly isn’t; it’s a very vulnerable place, but perhaps that is why he gives it so easily

but it isn’t long before he gets a little noisy, breathy sighs turning into soft “ah”s, shivering with every wet noise, shaking with every suck

he sometimes bites his lip, but his entire face will always flush a rosy red

and this is certainly one way to get him riled up, but he isn’t really much of a pillow princess unless you order him to be

the moment you start displaying actions like this, he’s seeking you out, too, eager for more, wanting to touch

he’ll brush hair behind your face, cradle your head as you sink your teeth and he gasps, or whine as you press a leg between his thighs

but the best part is when he can find an opening to do the same, bringing one of your arms to his mouth, kissing sensually at your wrist, turning the tables until it’s your throat against his lips

he loves, loves, loves being marked, and is not embarrassed about them

he will be a little shy and blush, but he’s not ashamed of them at all. if anything, he looks a little pleased someone noticed, given he’s pretty proud of you and your relationship with him

scaramouche

the thing about scaramouche + neck kisses is that usually it = biting

and he’s the one biting you most of the time, if you allow it

don’t get it all wrong; it can just as easily be affectionate as it can be erotic. he has a habit of nipping idly at your fingertips and then sucking them, staring up at you through strands of soft hair and pretty lashes, eyes sometimes set into a piercing glare

it’s almost like a ‘stimming’ action: he wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to feel it, or to bite up the length of your throat just to fixate on the suction of your skin in his mouth or the marks that he can taste along his tongue; memorizing how it feels, almost desperate

neck kisses on their own, towards him, though: well, he wants to be bitten back

you have to be rough with him. this isn’t some pretty little fairytale where you can make him melt with just an affectionate peck to the throat. no, no. it has to be sensual. you have to work for it.

if you want to leave him gasping and shuddering into you, grasping for you with his fingernails, leaving scratches along your arms, then you have to kiss and suck and bite like he’s your last meal, like you’re trying to seduce him, or else all you’re getting is a blank face and a shrug; he doesn’t respond otherwise

he’s not the type that just will get kissed and then, boom, you have him melting over your lap. 

it needs a little more: he needs the depth of the interaction, he needs teeth and he needs tongue, he needs you to suck his skin like you mean it, like you’re trying to eat him alive, in a way that is nearly romantic, and painfully intimate, but in a way that hurts (which is what he wants)

talk dirty to him, rough by his ear, and it adds onto it

mouth at his collarbone with the intensity of someone eating him out, and he’s shaking; dig into his throat, and he’s rocking his hips into yours with a grunted growl between his teeth

and if you’re not leaving hickeys, what’s the point? he wants you to go all in or don’t go for it at all

no one really notices when he has any, since he wears sleeveless turtlenecks, which covers the general hotspots; if anyone did notice, though, he gets unexpectedly angry and grumpy and embarrassed, all at once

[brainrot4dayz]

[ TO LOVE ] SCARAMOUCHE.

to love is to betray—at least that’s how scaramouche has always seen it.

and then he meets you.

“this is my bath,” you tease him lightly, and even despite the shooing motion of your hand, even despite the soft glare sent your way, you still make room for him to settle between your legs.

“well, it’s also mine now too,” he huffs.

he leans his back against your chest, let’s his body melt in against yours, let’s the soft trace of your hands fill the empty cracks with something he’s lacked for long time.

scaramouche is almost certain you realize he’s in love with you before he comes close to knowing himself. and it’s funny—even though you fall first, he falls harder.

maybe it’s just the world being cruel once again, just as it always has been with him. it’s cruel, downright evil, really, that something about you makes him forget so easily who he is, who he’s supposed to be. love has always written itself as betrayal—but you make it seem so promising, luring out the softest parts of him, the naive ones that hope and hope…just to crumble in the end, like always.

but then you wash his hair, lathering shampoo into your hands and working through his hair softly, slowly, delicately like he’s fragile.

“admit it. you just like it when i wash your hair, huh?” and you’re still teasing, still using that slightly amused tone when you speak to him. he should be insulted, he thinks, but there’s a smile on his face.

for a moment, he notes that he’s lucky his back is facing you and the smile stretched across his lips is hidden—otherwise you’d have the satisfaction of knowing you’re right. because he does love when you wash his hair, he loves the closeness and the safety and the feeling of being wanted. of being cherished. of being something to someone without having to earn it first.

but he can’t bring himself to admit it, so instead, he scoffs, leaning more weight onto you as he quirks a brow.

“well, why wash it myself if you’re around?”

it’s his way of giving himself the upper hand—his way of convincing himself that love is not the reason why he so desperately chases the tenderness of your fingers against his scalp. no, instead, he convinces himself that mortals such as you were made to serve him like this. to treat him like he’s holy and divine, like he’s the god you’re meant to worship as you kiss his shoulder with a giggle.

“that’s true,” you hum, “why would you do it when i can take care of you?”

but you’re different—and it scares him a little. you don’t worship him like he’s a deity, like he’s all mighty and the answer to your prayers. instead, you simply love him, like it’s a choice, like it’s something you want.

you cover his eyes as you rinse out the suds. love. you cup his cheek and admire him. love. you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, teasingly grazing over his lips before pulling away. love.

everything about you is completely in love—but to love is to betray, and he knows the inevitable will be soon to come.

so he denies the urge to pull you back in, ignores the almost painful need to feel your lips press against his, turns away every part of him that screams to let i love you spill from his lips.

because every time he loves, every time he so graciously gives every piece of himself—like the heart he doesn’t have, even offering the parts that don’t exist and giving them up anyway—love always tastes like a bitter sip of betrayal.

i love you, he wants to say. but he knows as soon as the words slip, so will you from his fingers. just like the last time—just like the first.

“you don’t need to take care of me,” he grunts, “i’m fine on my own.”

“on your own,” you hum in thought, as if you’re carefully taking in his words. “isn’t that lonely?” you ask softly. by now, your hand has resigned to rubbing slow circles into his chest, pulling him in closer, almost as if proving a point.

i’m right here. you’re not alone.

“no,” he says stubbornly, “i’m above needing—”

“cause sometimes i’m lonely,” you admit, cutting him off. there’s no shame in your voice, not even a trace of hurt or sadness or even hatred. instead, you smile, pressing another kiss to his shoulder, and then the crook of his neck as you murmur, “but i guess not so much when i’m with you.”

“me?”

“yeah,” you nod, resting your chin on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his, “you. cause i love you, you know?”

and once again, scaramouche realizes he’s in love. he’s been so painfully in love for so long—and he thinks you’ve known it for even longer.

and to love is to betray, he thinks—but you’re still here, still holding him tight in your arms as you smile into his skin. so he finds a little hope, a little relief, as he closes his eyes and listens to your heartbeat against his back.

after a moment, with a tight grip on your thigh and wobbly lips, he quietly whispers, “i think i love you too.”

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[brainrot4dayz]

—guide on how to fluster the wanderer in four simple steps!

ever wanted your mean lil gremlin of a lover to blush before your very eyes? well, well, you've come the right person!

gn! reader, crack & fluff, dark humor cuz obv i will never miss a chance to bully scara, gets suggestive at the end cause why not djsjsjdjdj idk what im doing i have 26 drafts collecting dust and this is the first thing i finished 💀 help me

# i. choose the appropriate time to strike.

this is the most essential factor in making your huffy lover get embarrassed and not accidentally behead you in a fit.

(he'd never do such a thing on purpose, atleast.)

failing to follow in accordance to this particular step will certainly lead to unwanted consequences such as;

ignoring you the whole day(😦), blasting you off onto another nation(😨), a slight chance of having your head not intact by the end of the day(😰), no warm huggie wuggies from your pretty boyfie(😫) and the ever-dreaded deprivation of authority over his hat(😱)—you couldn't bear to not wear it for a bare minimum of 10 minutes a day!

but if it all comes to shove and you successfully select the perfect timing to initiate your relentless attack on his pride and ego, you might as well prepare your fragile heart for a blessing of a sight such as reddened cheeks present on his fair face as everything from now will be considered smooth sailing! not that hard now, is it?

“you've been gawking at me for a while. what do you want?” you don't flinch a bit when he abruptly closes the book he was previously reading, turning his head to meet your staring eyes with a bothered glare of his own.

ignoring his rather harsh acknowledgement of your silent yearning for his attention to be woven towards you instead of that book he's holding, you blink to yourself as something hits you. he raises a brow at your silence and the seemingly fleeting moment of enlightenment that crosses your blank expression.

the quietude and solitary peace of the room and its atmosphere along with him not throwing his book at you from staring at him basically the whole time he was engorging himself in the piece literature he's holding strongly suggested he was in a good mood.

a perfect moment to strike arises!

# ii. formulate the right approach.

whether your attack should be mild/teasing or rather heated/steamy—it heavily depends on the situation you've chosen and deemed as the appropriate time to strike.

take note of some his small actions to concur what he's feeling at the moment—is he feeling a tad bit annoyed? is he currently in one his clingy moods? does he look like he wants to murder you? or is he just neutral, awaiting for something to interrupt the usual streak of normalcy and growing boredom in his day?

but right now, in your current time—he was just reading his book before he finally picked up and confronted your lengthened staring burning the side of his face.

so something a bit more on the light teasing side would fit. if you brought up some type of dirty joke right now amidst the very normal and quiet day you both are having, he'd probably stand up, approach you with his light footsteps, and backhandedly slap you across the face for being such a horndog.

(that was a joke, for legal reasons. he's more likely to just squint his eyes at you weirdly and continue on reading his book, resulting into the failure of your plan to see him get embarrassed. game over.)

choosing to be a clever dog just this once, you coordinate your attack to match up along with your reply to his earlier question—barking back with the intention to strike at one of his weak points only open to his lover; his perfected features that make up his beautiful face.

raising a hand to your cheek as to feign shyness from being caught red-handed by staring at him, you let out a hearty giggle to soothe his nerves—his frown immediately dissipating from the sound of your laughter. his last defensive barrier: shattered. shutting your eyes knowingly as you raise a cup of bitter tea to your lips, you already know you've won.

“hehe, my bad. you just look a bit more handsome today.”

“...”

a beat of silence overcomes the short exchange of words.

it might seem light or weak to others, heck, even you see it as a bit pathetic, but to the complete virgin former harbinger, he views it totally differently from how others would have expected.

a small push filled with sincerity and truth is his breaking point a hundred percent of the time.

lifting your eyelids as you place your teacup down, your heart clenches at the sight before you.

# iii. relish in the rare moment of weakness.

soak it all up as much as you can. but don't let greed take over you at the taste of victory.

moments such as these aren't anywhere near common at all. your excitement is nearly overflowing but you have to keep yourself still as to not ruin it for yourself.

you're so used to being shut down and ending in utter failure when trying to pry a positive reaction from him—that you could probably just burst from happiness alone when he finally concedes relents to your teasing.

you'd have to hold yourself down from pouncing on him from the display of sheer cuteness he's currently presenting to you, albeit you were quite annoyed with how he's trying hard to hide the rosy cheeks and ears you adored underneath the shadow of his hat.

why is he wearing his hat inside your shared inn? you don't know.

pushing yourself off from your seat, you quietly approach the man sitting across from you, cautious in your movements as to not startle and scare him away at this small window of vulnerability—already well-informed of his past experiences regarding it.

gently lifting his hat up and discarding it onto a nearby tabletop, he stares at you with wide eyes as you quickly swoop down to peck his forehead, and then down to his lips before pulling away just as hastily.

the caught-off-guard look on his face makes you coo at the sight in the back of your mind.

eyeing his flushed state, you can't help but let out a soft sigh as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping your hands around him to pull him closer, chests against each other's as he remains stiffened underneath your loving hold.

cute.

“handsome.” you mutter, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “my handsome boy.”

# iv. now, freestyle. 😼

do you want to cut the moment short, play hard to get and leave him wanting for more? or do you want to prolong the playful mood—and quite possibly, lead it into something more?

if you've started something, then you're surely going to finish it, right?

the wanderer, after all—dislikes people when they're all bark and no bite.

“you said that just to tease me, didn't you?” his clammy hands that were suspended in the air for so long out of surprise finally made themselves home to your hips, his hold on it nearly bruising as he desperately tries to calm down his erratic emotions. “always think you're so funny, huh.” he mutters.

“i supposed so, initially. it still held truth in the end though. i like your cute reactions.” you admit with a lop-sided smile, cupping his burning cheek as you slight lean away to look at him wholly. “a very handsome boyfriend, indeed.” you nod in affirmation, making him narrow his eyes.

his blush is now non-existent as he's now back to his normal self, having gained composure as quickly as it left the moment you sat yourself on his lap. he was cute earlier, avoiding your gaze and all that, but this side of him was undoubtedly way more attractive. his exuding confidence always never fails to drive you crazy.

a shiver makes it way down your spine when an all-knowing smirk makes its way to his lips.

“alright then, [name].” he leans back on his chair, his hands not leaving your hips to keep you anchored atop of him, the expanse of his lean body now a lot more visible to you. “what's your next course of action? are you going to stand up and disappoint me? ...or are you going to live up to the hinted suggestions of your less-than-friendly touches just now?”

there it was. that daring gaze of his.

are you going to continue upholding the streak of normalcy you didn't know you were both capable of, or will you give in to your desires?

and then nahida barges in, slaps both of you with an overgrown radish and everyone starts behaving like proper educated adults 🥰 the end.

[brainrot4dayz]

cooking wanderer's signature dish for him

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 988

a/n: short one today! not feeling too good about this but just wanted to push something out and this was buzzing around in my head so i figured i'd write it out real quick. btw i'm doing requests now! check pinned for more details (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

he’s absolutely unconvinced you can make anything without ruining it. 

a few mishaps in the kitchen was all it took for him to take over the stove and only let you help with preparation when you won’t stop pestering him about it. 

doesn’t even hesitate to grab things out of your hands and move them across the counter when you try helping. will also step in front of you to push you away from the counter which drives you crazy. 

he actually genuinely enjoys cooking for you, but equally enjoys pretending it’s because you’re a safety hazard and watching you get angry about it. nothing beats lighthearted bickering with you. 

given your dislike for cooking in the first place it all works out for the most part, but after seeing him make a simple meal from leftover rice and tea one night, you wanted to try finding quick and easy foods to throw together. 

this specific dish of his had been on your mind ever since he first made it for you, yes because it was delightful, but also because it was clearly one of his favorites and you couldn’t help but want to try your hand at it for him. 

fortunately, once a week, he and nahida meet up to discuss things so it’s not long before the perfect opportunity presents itself. 

“do you need something?”

you shake your head no from where you’re peering over his shoulder with rapt attention, watching the way he skillfully puts together some sort of inazuman dish you haven’t seen before. the wanderer’s hands move across the cutting board like they’ve done it a million times, which they probably have, and it’s near fascinating to watch. 

“just looking.” you respond absentmindedly. your breath tickles the back of his neck, and for a split second he almost fumbles with the knife and heaves a deep sigh like you’re being a nuisance, but at the same time steps to the side so you have more room to see him neatly chop up some herbs that seem to be one of the final touches. when he’s done, he scoops the small pieces into his hand before sprinkling them over the rice and tea filled bowl sitting off to the side of the counter and topping it off with a pickled plum. 

“there.” he boasts proudly, presenting the bowl with a grin. “shimi chazuke.”

“it looks good.” you say honestly, bringing the dish to your mouth and taking a sip, and then, “it tastes good!”

your eyes are bright and earnest when you meet his and he clicks his tongue to distract himself from the way your words make his chest flutter. “don’t act so surprised, of course it does.”

as always, you immediately play along with his attitude and set your lips in a grim line. “i lied, it’s awful. never make this again.” 

when you set the bowl down and start to walk away he sputters and starts briskly walking after you, grumbling lighthearted curses and calling you a terrible liar along the way. 

ever since that day, he’s made that same shimi chazuke a handful of other times and the urge to try to make it yourself and surprise him has been strong. now, with nothing but determination on your mind, you’re ready to put your observation skills to work and perfectly replicate his cooking before he comes back from his weekly meeting with nahida. 

as carefully and precisely as you can, you go through the same preparation process you’ve seen so many times and slowly but surely a deliciously smelling bowl of shimi chazuke is nearly done. 

it’s right when you’re adding the toppings that he returns and soundlessly walks inside and stops behind you with a frown. you know he’s there but wait until you’ve finished sprinkling the herbs on top before glancing over your shoulder to see him standing with his arms crossed watching you. 

“you made a huge mess.” he comments in a bland tone, eyeing the dirty dishes and spilled tea on the counter. 

“welcome back.” you completely ignore what he said and hand him the bowl, which he takes cautiously and holds out in front of him like it might explode. despite this, there’s a softness to his expression at coming home to find you making one of his favorite foods, so he wastes no time in lifting it up and thoughtfully taking a sip. 

you stand in front of him nearly vibrating with anticipation, and like the insufferable punk he is, keeps his words to himself while he also grabs a pair of chopsticks to take a bite of the rice and check the texture. you stare intently at the way his jaw flexes as he chews, and when you cross your arms in front of yourself with an impatient huff he finally turns to look at you. 

“not bad. looks like you can be good at things after all.” 

contrary to what he says, the gentle hand that comes to rest on top of your head and the appreciative smile on his face have butterflies erupting in your stomach and a matching grin to accompany his own breaks out across your cheeks. 

“clearly you should let me help out in the kitchen more often then.” you muse smugly, to which he retracts his hand like you burned it and turns away with a scoff. 

“in your dreams.” 

“fine, then i guess you wouldn’t mind if i finish this for you?” before you can even bring the bowl from the table to your lips he reaches over and carefully snatches it from you so none of it spills over. 

“that won’t be necessary,” he says sharply, pouting slightly as you softly laugh. you both share a knowing look as he holds the steaming bowl to his chest, one that brings soft color to his cheeks in a way only you can manage. 

“and… thank you.”

[brainrot4dayz]

Scaramouche x reader (readers pronouns not mentioned) ;; not fatui , school ? au or something

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (making out, swearing (ofc), sub scaramouche, handjob start)

Summary: y'all play spin the bottle, the 2 people go in a closet (7 minutes in heaven), while others wait they play truth or dare. Hu tao is implied to be your best friend.

A/n: unfinished handjob scenario basically, might continue it some day

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

The bottle spun. Considering Hu Tao's tricks and ideas of you and a certain indigo someone, she made the bottle land on you and Scaramouche. You knew it was Hu Tao's doing, there was a little chance of this happening, but hey. You looked at him, Scara stared back, glaring at you.

"Alright, come on, get in the closet and we'll start counting!" Hu Tao spoke in a cheery voice, taking a sip of her soda. He didn't move. You got up and took him by his collar, pulling him up on his feet. "I'm not going in that fucking closet with you-" he protested when you let him go. "Idiot, we're gonna stand in the dark, let's get this over with," you roll your eyes at him, speed walking to the closet. He followed. Once you two stepped in, Tartaglia closed the door and went back to the circle to play truth or dare while waiting. The 7 minutes started.

The closet was a little too cramped. You stared at him, Scara stared back. It was awkward and quiet. "Why did you not want to be in the closet with me?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. He doesn't respond. He just scoffs and looks away. Your hand goes to grip his jaw, turning his head back. "I asked you a question," you whisper. "I have my reasons, stupid, one of them being that I simply don't want to see you," he responds, going to take your hand away, but your other one stops him. "But it's literally just standing in a closet. It's the duo's idea if they want to do something, no?" You say. You notice how he doesn't try pushing you away. "Psh, yeah and what? Who knows what weird shit would you pull?" Scara replies, his eyes avoiding yours. "I wouldn't do anything without the other persons notice," you say, taking away your hand from his jaw. He immediately grabs your hand and puts it back where it was.

You stared at him, eyebrows raised high, eyes wide at him. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up. "What's this now? And you said I would pull something on you?" You blink at him. Scara looked at you when he realized what he is doing. He couldn't have you see how desperate he was for your touch now, did he? So he pushed your hand away. "Fuck off," he grunts, rolling his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat up. You chuckled before putting a hand around his throat, pushing him back against the closet wall. You tightened your grip a little and Scara gasped. Silence.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You whisper against his ear, feeling his heartbeat quicken against your hand. "You're delusional," he responds, licking his lips quickly. You smiled and he tensed up, feeling your breath on his skin. "Stop," he mumbled out, feeling more hot when you pulled away. You were about to take your hand away from his throat, but his hand shot up, stopping you. His eyes were looking anywhere, but you. "I didn't- Not that, dumbass, I meant stop teasing me," he hated how he sounded nervous. How he could feel his pants get tight, how your eyes never left his, waiting for him to look back. You smirk, "stop teasing you? Hold on.. you want me to continue?" He felt his face burning. Scara slowly looked into your eyes, "yes. Yes I do."

That was it. You pressed your lips against his and he immediately kissed you back. His hands went around you, pulling you closer. You pulled away, "put your hands up." "Why?" He whined out. You stared. He stared. "Fuck you're hot. Just because I said so, come on. I'm not letting you touch me." You responded and he did that with a sigh, taking his hands away from you. You went back to kiss him, while your other hand slid down his chest, slowly down his stomach and.. He moaned in your mouth when your hand went over his tight pants. You smirked, pulling away an inch. "You want me to touch you?" You whispered. He nodded, "I- I don't know how much time we have." "Don't worry," you took your hand away from his throat, "I'll make it quick."

He shuddered when you pressed your lips against his neck while your hand went into his pants. A surprised groan came through as his head fell back. You sucked on his skin while your hand started jerking his dick. He bit his lips, but couldn't hide the moans. You came up from his neck to kiss him, shut him up.

[brainrot4dayz]

the tension that rises between us.

wanderer x gn!reader, nsfw, grinding, finger sucking, consensual. reader's race, skin colour, sexuality, gender, body size is not specified/ anyone can read! not proofread, this is bad. 1.4k

let's just put it like this; one morning you wanted to be particularly annoying and this was the consequence of that. or reward. that's for you to decide.

AN: hi i hate this with a passion and by far this is one of my worst works ever lord what was I thinking

ac: lanamaru (tmblr)

You wouldn't have usually pulled this sort of thing, in fact, you never had. So why now? Your reasoning was pretty simple. Your dumb little mind seemed to have still not been fully conscious yet, and relying solely on your dumb mischievous ideas you didn't even give them a second thought. So, you could only guess the idea you got as you saw Scaramouche sleeping peacefully. On any other day you would've done anything to avoid waking him up, but today? Today was a day to try new things!

You inch a finger closer and closer to his cheek, and poke him. To your surprise he doesn't awake, and you can only assume its because he's gotten so used to being around you that he's softened up his defenses. Hastily crawling on top of him you get a good view of his face. GOOD view. You notice how nicely curled his lashes are, how his lips appear to be slightly darker on the inner part, how there's barely evident red stains near his eyes likely from his eyeliner. Only you get to see this, only you.

You rest on top of him, sat comfortably for yourself, and you move a hand to touch his face, but opt to only hover over his cheek as to not wake him. You began to wonder was this the sight that had lasted years? Unwoken, undisturbed. He looked so sweet like this, when he wasn't covering his feelings up. In a way, his vulnerability felt like an affection in its own way, after all it wasn't something easily granted.

"Kuni..." You whisper. You had practically forgotten you were meant to be annoying him, and at the reminder you completely changed what you're doing. You could say a slight curiosity came to you, one you couldn't erase... If he was to awake to see you like this, sat atop of him, he'd likely push you off, right? Or maybe he'd grumble about how you had disturbed his sleep. But, what if the circumstances were different.

Biting your bottom lip out of hesitation and slight nervousness, you slowly drag your hips up and down his groin. It felt lewd to do this, it wasn't really on your bucket list, but maybe it should've been. There is something that had you smiling to yourself as you peered down on him, you almost wanted to giggle at the sight of his sweet figure and soon you felt this rotting sweet sensation turn more needy. Even so, you didn't speed up. You just eyed him like a prey, mouth watering awaiting him. You rested a hand next to his head to have an even better view of the way his hair framed his face, to see how his jaw was slack and how his lips parted. You wanted to kiss them. You wouldn't though, not yet. A part of you, no, most of you wanted him to wake up. You didn't want to do it yourself, you wanted him to find you like this. You find yourself rewinding the idea of him seeing you like this, his reaction, what he'd say, what he'd think, and you attempt to keep those little whines of yours to yourself, that is, until you begin to speed up.

You let out short heavy breaths with each glide over him, feeling your core burn up you think its engulfing your entire body. Honestly, you must be shameless to do such a thing, if not that then you must simply enjoy the idea of being humiliated.

"You're so needy. Even I'm not this impatient."

You halt. Straightening your back, you look wide-eyed at him. It's not like you're actually shocked, but this is how people should react to being busted, right? "Ah, well... you looked pretty?" A brow lifted at your reasoning, giving you a humorous smirk. "I looked pretty. So you started grinding on me? I've never heard of people doing that."

Frankly, you didn't want to be interrogated for what you were doing, you didn't know why you did it either, impulses exist! Attempting to get off of him you move your hand away from his face and lift your leg over him before he's pulling you down again, hand gripping your wrist, pulling your face closer to his.

"Did I say you could stop now? You should know better than that. Finish what you started."

You feel a cold hand slither to your hips, holding you in place. Even though he was the one beneath you he still had a way to compel you with his eyes, it was honestly astonishing the power he held over you. "Don't tell me you've gotten shy, need my help?" His teasing was evident, he was making a mockery of you and yet you still wanted his aid, even you have your limits. "Yes. Maybe I do." You grumbled. "Hah, All you had to do was ask." He wasted no time in doing his task, leading your hips back into their previous rhythm. There was a way he gripped onto you when he felt you push deeper into him, like he was doing his all to keep his nails from digging into you. "To think you would've done something like this. You're absolutely shameless."

You replied with nothing but muffled sounds as you kept your mouth shut, biting your tongue. He didn't like that. No, he was always a fan of your sounds, after all no one else could hear them, not only that, but he was the cause. He was the reason for everything. That being said, he must confess that having woken to you like that, well, it was rewarding to him. To think you found him so attractive, that you liked him so much you just couldn't help yourself. But if you wished to make yourself feel welcome then he wouldn't protest.

The tip of Scaramouche's nose touched yours, his eyes lidded as he gazed at you with a calculating look as though he had you figured out. "Cat got your tongue?" He cocked his head to the side. There was no way you could muster a reply, no way you'd even want to. Covering your mouth to do your best as he pushed you harder onto him, at this point you didn't need him to guide you, you didn't even need to think of what to do, your hips rolled against him pleading for more friction, any friction against the bulge you can feel beneath you. You knew he liked it, no, he absolutely loved it when he had you for himself.

"That's no good." Releasing your wrist he reaches for the hand jailing the sweet sounds erupting from your throat, pulling it away with ease as you put up no fight. Your body was lazy, your eyes staring at his chest, only now realising the tight black clothing he had on. You were keeping yourself up with only one hand and even so you felt your strength slipping as you wanted nothing more than to just feel him. "Open your mouth for me." You spare a glance up at him, with want, not only for him, but to see him needing you too.

You separate your lips, mouth open awaiting his next move, and as you eye his facial expression, his satisfaction with your behaviour, how lustrous orbs eye you with such lust swirling within them. He picks up your jaw to get one proper look at you with drool spilling down your lips onto your chin. He swipes it off with his thumb, licking it. "All for me." He eyes his wet thumb, then you. Inserting two digits into your mouth, he speaks demandingly, "Suck." And despite his harsh tone, you feel your heart pump more and more. To you, this was no more than a sign of his want. So you do as he asks. Lacing your tongue around his fingers, taking them in, and bobbing your head as you even plant kisses on them.

You could hear his breathing, how unlike yours despite it being quieter, clearly an attempt from him to hide it. His breaths were heavy, but they asked for more. Scaramouche observed as you practically sucked his fingers off as though it was his very own cock. And he found his mind trailing far far away with new ways to toy with you after you're done entertaining him. Maybe you should do this more often.