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[kvnis]

imagine . . . meeting online bsf scara . ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

⤷ fem!reader. nsfw utc. ﾉ overstim. praise. creampie.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t know that you caught feelings for him over the internet.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who reluctantly, and with shaky hands, texts you one morning ;; ‘ want 2 meet up ? ’

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who drives over 4 hours ,, all just to see you <3

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who has his hood up in the freezing cold rain, waiting for you to open the door, shifting from foot to foot ‘cause he’s so anxious !

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s gaze softens after seeing your figure at the door—you looked even prettier in person.

“scara!” you spoke with a joyful expression, immediately flinging your arms around him and pulling him in your warm, comforting embrace. “come in, you’ll catch a cold otherwise.” and he prays you don’t see the burning blush on his cheeks.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s awkward for the first hour in ,, before boldly asking to stay the night. ( you agree ! )

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s constantly stealing glances at your lips ,, not failing to notice your creeping blush as he grows closer in proximity.

your cheeks were glowing a bright pink, which was hard to miss, even if you tried to hide it. you clear your throat, saying something to scaramouche which only gets drowned out in the pool of awe in his brain. it’s now or never, he tells himself.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who goes on his instinct, clashing his lips with yours, seeking the taste of you he’s been wanting for so long.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s lips are soft as they mould with yours, perfectly slotting his tongue in between your lips, as if you both were made to be with each other.

the way he cupped your jaw and angled it so he could kiss you was perfect. warmth bloomed in your chest as he pulled away for air, observing your stunned state for a quick moment before immediately pulling you back in. you sent him reeling, enchanting him and hypnotising him to go back in for more. your taste, your scent, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger already and you don’t even realise it yet.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s hand slyly creeps up the hem of your shirt to grasp your waist, pulling you flush to him with no room for escape.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who doesn’t waste any time in pinning you to the bed ,, his needy hands beginning to tug your clothes off.

“i’ve wanted you for so… so long,” he whispered against your lips, a hushed confession only meant for your ears to hear. his hands go down to your thighs, kneading them as if you were malleable putty in his hands. his breath fans upon your lips, heated pants against your spit-glossed lips. “let me have you, please.”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whispers sweet nothings into your ears as he slowly slides his leaking cock into your cunt.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s so pent up from your teasing glances, he blatantly refuses to stop after you orgasm.

“nuh-uh… that’s too bad. you should’ve thought about that before you gave me those bedroom eyes,” he spoke in a condescending tone, your velvety walls only tightening around him from it. “oh? you liked that, hm?”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who peppers comforting kisses up the side of your neck and trails them to your lips after hearing your overstimulated moans and whines.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who whimpers into your sloppy kiss about how much he’s needed you and craved you over the time you’ve been friends.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who praises you and touches you as if you were the most fragile china vase in the world, his caresses proving to stir the warmth in you.

“so pretty,” he murmurs against your lips as you came around him, your slick oozing around his cock and creating a creamy ring at the base. “fuck, f-fuck… so good, all for me, mhm?”

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who after spilling inside of you, cleans you up and runs you a bath, confessing his feelings as you two bathe in the warm water.

his hands brush through your soapy hair, massaging your scalp satisfyingly. “i love you.” he blurted out without thinking, his eyes widening once you turn around and look him dead in the eye. his heart drops, but hearing you reciprocate his affection makes his mouth tug up into a grin. until, he grips your head and turns it forward harshly, telling you to shut up so he can finish washing your hair with a smile.

﹒online bsf scara ౨ৎ . . . who’s just so happy you’re finally his, and his alone. <33

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[kvnis]

Obsessed with ur work ohmygod

May i request :)

How about your bf scara saves u from bullies and when u two get home he fucks the hell out of u to make u feel better about the bullies 🤭🤭

౨ৎ ﹒i love you , don’t believe me ?

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’re so fixated on the mindset of scaramouche not loving you, all because of some insignificant bullies? fine then, let him prove that he loves you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, creampie, marking/biting, fingering, hair pulling, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ hihi , i’ve not had a lot of motivation recently, but i managed to finish this after days and hours of procrastination!

you were currently walking back to your house, hand in hand with scaramouche. there were slight tears in your eyes that slowly cascaded down your cheeks in minimal amounts. you looked at the back of his head, admiring the way his hair swayed in the wind.

he squeezes your hand, pulling you more to his side and you almost stumble over your own two feet. you huff, keeping up with his pace.

your mind keeps glancing back to the situation just a couple hours before. you had practically been cornered up against a wall, having no way to escape whilst you practically got berated for no reason. you only managed to get away once scaramouche intervened, yet he couldn’t have prevent their thoughts from infecting your mind.

were you really not up to scaramouche’s tastes? did he even like you? you couldn’t help but frown, his cold nature made everything seem unreadable to you, so you couldn’t decipher the truth from the lies.

you didn’t even realise you were physically frowning until you felt a pinch on your cheek.

“what’s that face for?” scaramouche asks you, clearly referring to your gloomy expression.

you shake your head in dismissal, shrugging him off and saying that everything was fine. he just leaves the topic with an unenthusiastic ‘tch’.

you both eventually arrive at your home, and you unlock the door shakily before walking in. a sigh escapes your slightly parted lips, and you make a move to return to your room.

scaramouche knew how this went; you’d go up to your room, ignore anything and everything and just sleep your troubles away. so, before you even left his range, his arm darted out to grab you by the waist, guiding you down to the couch.

“talk.” he looks at you bluntly, clearly knowing that something was up. he was too observant, and that was probably the only thing you detested about him.

you fidgeted with your sleeves, before deciding to just come clean. “some of the… things they said… i’m starting to question whether they were true or not.”

scaramouche tilts his head at you, observing every little motion you made. he wasn’t missing any details. “what type of things were they saying?”

“they were saying things like… like how you wouldn’t like someone like me…” your face begins to drop to the ground, before scaramouche almost lovingly grabs your jaw, shifting closer to you and easing you down onto the couch with his body.

he shakes his head, his free hand going to your waist and squeezing roughly. he looks at you with disbelief. “and you were stupid enough to believe them?”

you face contorts into a frown, slightly embarrassed. you were so easily manipulated by your peers, and it made scaramouche tease you relentlessly. however, this time, he seemed quite comforting about it.

he chuckles under his breath at your reaction, kissing your forehead and cheek, before trailing down to press his lips against yours.

it was quick and hard to realise it had even happened. if you blinked, you would’ve probably missed it.

“you’re so naive… so gullible,” his hands move to the waistband of your pants, fingers dipping into the band of your underwear while he’s at it. “do you really need me to show you how much i love you?”

you stiffen slightly as he tugs your bottoms down with one swift go, and you’re shocked at the urgency of his advances. you writhed slightly, feeling him already run his fingers over your clothed folds. you were getting wetter by the minute, your slick almost soaking through the fabric entirely. it immediately makes your face flare up with even more embarrassment.

he begins to kiss down your neck, occasionally licking, just to gauge your reaction. every time he does, you flinch belatedly, almost like your brain was taking twice the time to process all the stimulation.

his fingers eagerly pull your panties off and to the side, only to impatiently shove two fingers inside your dripping hole. you almost instantaneously clench around him, biting your lip as a soft moan escapes you.

“i don’t love you… hm?” his breath brushes the shell of your ear, lips barely grazing the nerves. you felt as if you were on fire as he began to make a scissoring motion with his fingers, stretching out your hole for him. “then, what’s this i’m doing…?”

your breathing staggers, feeling the cold drag of his digits inside of you. you whimper as a response, too timid to say anything in reply.

as his fingers work inside of you, scaramouche begins to palm his growing erection. he was growing hard, simply by hearing your soft moans, whimpers and the amount of slick now coating his fingers. he pulls them out, watching a string connecting the tips of his fingers to your hole stretch out before breaking.

your hips jerk up as his clothed cock grinds up against your sopping pussy, desperately chasing the hot friction. you closely watch him with half lidded eyes as he slips off his pants, revealing his length for you. you were now hyperaware of everything around you, feeling the way he breathed against your neck, the way his hands burned their imprint into your thighs as he spread them. it sent your mind into overdrive, overcoming your senses and making you want more of him.

he rests his hands on your hips, slowly pushing his entire length into you. his lips press against yours, silencing your cries as he bottoms out. the feeling of your cunt immediately clenching down on him so needily almost makes him cum on the spot.

his hips languidly pulls his length out of you, until only the tip is splitting you open, before pressing back inside. he admires the sounds you make, the soft, panting breath escaping against his lips. the subtle way your thighs twitch around his waist makes him chuckle out breathily, the warmth fanning against your face.

his pace eventually speeds up, turning from slow grinds into deliberate slams, evidently making you moan out, each and every single time. he always knew the ways in how to turn you limp below him, the ways to make you crumble weakly with each of his thrusts.

a hand rests on the side of your neck, tilting your head with his thumb to make you look at him in the eyes. you eyes are slightly glassy, and when you blink a fresh tear rolls down your temple. his thumb immediately brushes it away, giving you a soothing kiss on the cheek.

“don’t cry, why are you crying?” he lets out an amusing exhale, watching you open your mouth to speak, but only sounds of pleasure coming out. “i love you, you know? dunno how you’re so stupid to think otherwise...”

his words of affection makes heat swell in your gut, and he takes note on the way your hole clenches and unclenches around him. his eyes teasingly narrow at you, glancing down to observe the state of your folds.

you look down alongside him, but you don’t stare for long as your flustered from how wet you are, the lewd sounds reaching your ears. however, you couldn’t deny the way it turned you on. it was awfully shameful, yet you didn’t have to look twice at scaramouche for him to know exactly what was going through your mind. he knew you too well for that.

his thrusts grow harder, faster, deeper, until your body is twitching and begging for release. he was hitting just the right spots inside of you, making your eyes roll and your fists tighten into his hair. you writhe, feeling an approaching orgasm. it’s almost laughable, how he was able to reduce you to such a sight with minimal effort.

he drags his lips along your skin, letting himself take indulgence in the unmarked skin of your shoulder. he eyes you, taking a fold of skin into his mouth and sucking up multiple marks, until your whole shoulder was his own personal canvas, blooming in beautiful marks of red and purple.

you gasp, head getting thrown back at the added sensations. your eyes flutter closed, a loud whine escaping your mouth as you approach your peak. your hands bunch up and tug at his hair, grasping for anything to keep you composed.

your mind goes numb, riddled with pleasure as you came, gushing all around his cock and coating it in another layer of your slick. a proud smirk reaches scaramouches face as he watches your cunt suck him in impossibly deeper while you orgasmed. he shallowly fucked you through it, giving you time to compose yourself before pulling you closer, pressing his hips flush to yours.

he continued his movements against you, letting his lips brush against yours ever so often. a moan exits your slightly parted lips as you gasp for air, sucking your teeth as he brings back the roughness in his thrusts, not caring that you just came. he was determined to make you cum as many times as possible in one night.

“pfft, ‘i don’t love you’, huh?” he scoffs, looking into your watery eyes with his own lust-stricken ones. “how could you think that shit when i make you cum like this?”

you look at him with a pout, before replying to him with a simple hum. all doubts in your mind have been thoroughly removed, and the only thing in your mind was how good he was making you feel right now.

you whip your head to the right, letting his lips gain comfort in the crook of your neck. his tongue swirls its imprint into your flesh, occasionally sucking just to throw you off guard. every time he does you writhe, making his grip on your thighs tighten.

he pushes one of your thighs up to your chest, bending it and manipulating it to throw it over his shoulder, enabling him to thrust his cock deeper into your sensitivity. your noises gradually increase in pitch, and it’s not long before your cumming around his length again. your body flushed numbly, twitching as the crest of your pleasure washes over you. your head lolls limply, and you try to catch your breath as he groans in your ear. the noise did not help with your arousal right now.

you were exhausted, and you firmly believe you can’t go another round. your legs were trembling in his grip as you looked at him with pleading, heavy lids.

“don’t worry, ‘m almost done…” scaramouche mutters into your ear, breathing heavily as he twitches inside of you, feeling his impending orgasm. his bangs were sticking to his forehead, and he uses your neck to latch onto in order to cover up—what he viewed to be embarrassing—his noises.

he moans into your flesh, before the rhythm of his hips falters and he releases inside of you, filling your walls with his sticky cum. you feel the warmth spill inside of you, your wettened lashes glancing over to his face, which he lifted from your neck with an exhale. you could see the flush on his cheeks and the slight sweat on his skin.

his eyes lock onto yours, and he gives you a smirk. he doesn’t pull out; instead, he lifts you by the waist and sits back on the couch, making you straddle him.

he firmly grips your cheeks, not letting you slack out on your shared eye contact. he searches your eyes, sifting through every shred of emotion shown through your pupils. he pulls you down so your lips just barely brushed, before speaking.

“still think i don’t love you?” he looks you up and down, taking in your spend form. he felt a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of your hole, tightening his grip on your cheeks at the feeling. you wince and end up shaking your head.

“n-no…” you meekly admit, thighs trembling around his lap. “it’s just—”

“forget about them.” he snaps quickly, using his free hand to guide your hips up his length, before slamming your body down. you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head face downward, hair falling to cover your face. he brushes your hair out of your face, roughly squeezing your cheeks. “‘cause i’m not done yet. gonna fuck that brain of yours silly…”

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[kvnis]

Doggy to pronebone with Scara?

౨ৎ ﹒ dumb, dumb, dumber .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’re so tired from almost hours of fucking, you simply collapse flat onto the sheets; but that won’t stop scaramouche.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, degrading, creampie, implied dacryphilia ?, mentioned marking.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ new theme (again) . . . i’m indecisive and idk if this one is better or the original one hsjsi i can’t decidee , i think it’s calmer on the eyes

a hand on the back of your head, yanking it back, pulls you out of your lust-induced haze. your hands frantically grip the sheets as scaramouche mercilessly pounded into you from behind.

your back was bent at an almost uncomfortable angle, his hands holding your hips up. the drag of his long cock against your walls is making you see stars, every ridge and vein only adding to the dull pain of over-sensitivity.

you can’t remember how many times you’ve came already. your thighs have already began to shake and are threatening to give out at any minute. your mind is fully fuzzy and you can’t remember anything except the feeling of his dick stretching you out.

it stuffed you to the brim, reducing you to a pitiful pile of mush splayed out beautifully on the sheets. your body aches, scaramouche’s back pressing flush against you.

his plush lips press tender kisses down the side of your neck, eliciting low whines of pleasure you didn’t even know you were physically capable of making.

you tried your best to muffle them by covering your mouth with the back of your palm. however, even that simple movement of bringing it up to your mouth burned with every nerve of your muscles.

scaramouche’s eyes pierce into the back of your head at the notion that you were trying to conceal your own noises from him. his hand leaves your hair to grasp your wrist, pinning it behind your back to enable your noises to come tumbling from your lips.

you’re left panting, the raw force of his thrusts immediately taking your breath away. all of the noises you were previously restraining were being babbled out shamelessly, alongside multiple pleas and cries.

“p-please… i c—i can’t!” you sob out, head handing low from your fatigue. you could already feel another orgasm building up for the nth time that night; you were practically falling apart.

your eyes roll back in your head and flutter shut at the dull pain of his grip turning bruising around your wrist, his other hand going down to rub and trace circles on your puffy bud.

“you can, just one more. you can do that, right?” he murmurs in your ear, his thrusts increasing in pace as he felt your walls squeeze his length.

he’s said that for the fourth time that night, and at this rate you don’t think that this would ever end.

you strangle out a moan as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your body shivering and twitching as endorphins flood through your veins and your vision flashes white for a brief moment.

coming down from your high, your whole body thrums with exhaustion, the last fibres of your will being the only thing holding your body up, but your resolve was crumbling.

with a harsh thrust from scaramouche, you collapse flat onto the bed and he immediately takes this opportunity to rest his weight on you, one of his hands pinning your hand to the bed and the other one holding onto the back of your head.

“n-no more…” you attempt to complain, but you were left unheard as scaramouche repeatedly slammed his whole length into you.

a soft scream was ripped from your throat as he fucks you into the mattress, your head being pushed into the pillow as your eyes begin to water from the overstimulation on your abused pussy.

scaramouche’s head buries into the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on a fold of your skin with the aim to leave a mark. your head cranes side to side, squirming away from all the stimulation.

his hand fists in your hair, pulling your head out of the pillow to see your messy expression. a smirk grew on his face, feeling prideful at the fact that he was the one that reduced you to this.

“why are you trying to squirm away so badly?” he teases you, mirth laced up in his saccharine tone. “you know you want this as much as i do…”

your glassy eyes flit to him, a silent voice of agreement. you hated to admit, as much as this was borderline painful, it felt heavenly; you wouldn’t dare deny it. he knew what to touch and how to push you over the edge to make your mind shatter like this. he probably knew your body better than you knew your own body.

you bite your lip, eyes coming into contact with his. a heat flushes over your face at the sudden intimacy. you try to turn away, but the iron grip his hand had your hair in just wouldn’t let you go.

your mouth parts as he angles his hips just right, pounding straight against your sweet spot and making you slack in his hold. the only thing giving you support in this moment was him.

“f-fuck…” you spat under your breath. “there… there…” you beg, mindlessly. all inhibitions thrown out the window, pain and pleasure merging to create one mangled mess in the mist of your brain.

“that feel good?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, smirking at the face that you made as he pushed your sanity to the brink. “you gonna cum that quickly? after i’ve fucked you so dumb on my cock.”

you writhe and whimper at his words, that finally being your tipping point as you cum around him for the seventh or eighth time that evening. honestly, you lost count after the first two, everything else being a blur.

from the sensation, scaramouche releases deep inside of you, letting out a quiet groan straight into your ear as your walls squeezed him dry. his eyes roll in his skull at the sensation.

your senses dull, and you’d have probably passed out in the middle of it if he continued on any longer. he peppers a bundle of soft kisses against the racing pulse of your neck, slowly and carefully pulling out as to not hurt you beyond how spent you already are.

scaramouche hummed, watching his cum dribble out of your used up folds. he observed, how your thighs trembled and your breath broke with every exhale.

his finger trails up your side, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your face, only now realising you had easily fallen asleep in a matter of seconds.

nevertheless, he presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your limp body closer, burying his face into your chest and basking in your natural warmth for the time being.

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[kvnis]

hellooo! I’ve actually fallen in love with your writing, and I’ve had this idea in my head for wayyyy to long, so here ya go!!

just thinking about scara using shouki no kami to hold the reader in one of its hands, using one of its mechanical fingers to fuck them and fill them to the brink?? (pray for the reader man 🙏🙏🙏)

౨ৎ ﹒ bow before me .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you never noticed how hot scaramouche’s mecha was, until now.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, shouki no kami!scara, established relationship, size difference, size kink, grinding, fingering ( yes the finger goes inside—just the tip i swear ), creampie, biting.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ stopp reader is literally going through it.. #pray4reader — also sorry this took so long i had no ideass then i got a burst of motivation at 2am!!

shouki no kami, originally meant to be the new vessel to house the gnosis in order to assist the balladeer in attaining his so called ‘godhood’ he had been craving ever since his abandonment as a lonesome puppet.

it was simply a hunk of metal, however it was able to heed to scaramouche’s every whim. your eyes stare up in awe as the faceplates click into place, the electro energy resonating within making the machine come to life.

with baited breath, you summon your weapon. this was meant to be a simple spar to test it’s strength. but now, standing in front of it, you begin to have second thoughts.

a yelp comes from you as a large hand swiped for you, and you immediately ducked down. you curse under your breath as you hit the floor, eyes darting around to see where his next attack would come from.

“you’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings, dear…”

in a fraction of a second, you feel a heavy weight on top of you, before being scooped up and lifted off the ground by his heavy hand. you dropped your weapon, making it clatter on the ground which now seemed to be getting further and further away.

you were dangling from the back of your clothes in front of where the control centre would be. grumbling in defeat, as he watched you softly swing side to side.

“look at you, so cute, so helpless.”

his other hand cups a few metres underneath you, acting like a platform as he drops you like a stone. you make a small ‘oomph’ upon impact.

one of the fingers of the machine trail down your body suggestively, only egging you on as it reaches your thighs. your lips part, a silent gesture of protest, which wasn’t missed by scaramouche

“oh, come on—don’t act like you didn’t want this.” his distorted voice rings in your ear, going straight to your thrumming core. your eyes flit up to the mecha, your thighs pressing up against the finger situated between your legs. “please, you were practically fucking me with your eyes. couldn’t even get through five minutes of fighting.”

“i wasn’t!” you tried to fruitlessly defend yourself, but it was hard with the metal rubbing up against your heat.

as the finger presses up against you, you whine, trying to writhe away, but it was much bigger than you were. it was so easy to get you submit to him. he was your god, after all.

you give in, hooking your trembling fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, throwing them off to the side carelessly. albeit your face burning with embarrassment, you can’t fight the fact your own body is aroused from his touch.

inside the control centre, scaramouche bit his lip so hard it was borderline painful. seeing your legs spreading for him as your needy fingers wandered south to pleasure yourself, he can’t restrain his own arousal. then again, he’ll tease his prey before attacking. he wanted you to grind against the cold metal of the finger like a bitch in heat, and he’d do anything to get it.

“oh? you weren’t? then what’s this i’m seeing,” his eyes narrow at the sight of your form, moving his finger ever so slightly that it presses against your clit. the contrast of the cold metal against your searing arousal set a chain reaction off in your body. “surely you’re not turned on just from some simple touches…”

you didn’t have anything to say to that—as it was true. embarrassingly so, you were in fact turned on by it. your whole body flares up, and your hips cock in a way that presses your wettening folds up against his finger.

you moan out, staining the shiny material with your glistening slick. your hands go to your mouth, muffling any noises you could let out, but you simply couldn’t keep them back and a couple slipped out under your efforts.

“so needy…” he mumbles under his breath, rubbing his finger along your dripping fold. your heartbeat thumps in your ears, breath growing heavier at the amount of slick pooling out of your cunt.

the calculated movement of your hips becomes more instinctual and rapid, grinding your clit against the hard material. the friction sends a surplus of pleasure up your spine, electrifying your whole body.

your mind is plagued with the notion that he could be doing anything up in that control centre. by the sound of his voice, you could already tell that he was equally as turned on as you. he wanted to touch you, but firstly he wanted to see you fall apart.

your eyes water, rolling back in your head. your thighs begin to tremble, struggling to keep up with your frantic motions as you chase your high. your eyes squeeze shut, but they soon widen as you feel something pressing against your cunt.

“n-no, scara… won’t fit…” you babble out, writhing as he pushes the tip in. it was all you could fit; and you already felt so full. your hands claw at the hand underneath, currently holding you, trying to gain some purchase.

it stretched you out completely, practically splitting you in half. you gasp for breath, trying to calm yourself down from the adrenaline shuddering through your body. luckily, scaramouche had enough lenience to give you mercy.

your whole body shakes and you muster all your strength to begin to grind down against his finger. you moan breathlessly, back arching as you continue to pleasure yourself against him.

your hands go down to your clit, quickly rubbing it and adding to the mind-hazing sensation. there was a lewd squelch coming from all your activities, coming from the sound of your slick alongside the desperate rolls of your hips.

“so close… s-so, so close…” you groan, your grinding turning more sloppy and uncoordinated as your orgasm builds up rapidly. your head is thrown back, a loud moan echoing off of each wall of his domain.

“you gonna cum all over my finger? cum for me, then. don’t hold back.”

his words makes your brain haywire, his whole being overtaking your senses and making you drunk on every drop of him you’re surrounded with.

your breath hitches, eyes misting over in a drunken expression of raw lust. your orgasm rips through you, causing a soft cry of his name to leave your mouth as the pleasure numbs your senses. your body stills, before going limp, your shaky arms struggling to support your weight. everything was too overwhelming, and you slowly slip off of the finger, letting yourself rest for a moment and catch your breath.

in the ache of your dulled hearing, you can hear a faint click along with a hiss. it was the sound of the faceplates whirring open, and not long after you can hear the clicking of scaramouche’s shoes against the pristine architecture of the mech.

you feel his cold hands tug your tear stained cheeks, his soft lips pressing apologetic kisses against your face; almost an apology for wearing you out so much.

“you were so good,” he kneels down, resting himself on your thigh in the act of straddling you. “so good… now how about i treat you to something better, yeah?”

he grabs your hand, placing it over his erection through his pants, letting you get a feel of how much you’ve riled him up. his groin unconsciously ruts against your hand.

your eyes flit up to him, a teary, worn out look in them. but even so, you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips against his with all your resolve. you take initiative, palming his throbbing cock, the friction of the fabric making him groan.

he shifts in between your legs, discarding his pants and tugging you close by the thighs. your hips press against his, his cock pressing up against your slick, collecting on the underside of his cock.

he leans down, nestling his face into your neck and trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone, letting his saliva coat your warm skin.

he finally, finally begins to sink into your warmth, letting your cunt suck him in and envelope him in your essence. he’s reeling at the sensations, wholly infatuated with the way your walls clench gummy around his length.

he lets out a few stray noises, giving a quick glance up at you half-lidded before slowly pulling out to the tip and sinking back into your once more. drool pools on the dips of your tongue, lashes fluttering at him, coaxing further into your hex.

he hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, pressing it flush against your chest as he leans over you. with this angle, he can finally hit deeper into you, turning you into malleable putty.

you whine and gasp as his thrust become more intense, his tip grazing against your cervix every time he bottoms out into you. it makes your whole lower body thrum with fire, blazing within your gut.

his free hand comes down to toy with your clit, sending your mind into a spiral. your inhibitions were in the clouds, combining into a senseless fog of unfettered pleasure. your back arches, limbs squirming underneath him as he pounds into you like it were a matter of life or death.

“more… m-more, i’m close again…” you gasp, voice weak and trembling with each thrust. every push of his hips, it leaves you frantic for breath, only to have it taken away again from another one of his powerful thrusts.

“you already have all of me… greedy, aren’t you?” he breathes into the shell of your ear, teeth gnawing teasingly on the supple flesh of your neck. your head lolls back, crushed in brittle euphoria as he sends you into another deserved climax.

you let slip a high-pitched moan, hands tugging on his hair as you came around his cock, your cunt tightening and fluttering around his cock. he pathetically whimpers in your ear at the feeling, your heart fluttering at the noise.

“f-fuck… so tight, i’m gonna cum…” he groans, panting against your ear as hit hot breath fans against your skin. it induced you into a state of warmth, seeking confort in the heat of his touch.

his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, before he lets his cock hit it’s deepest in you as he releases ropes of his cum deep inside of your womb.

your body relaxes into the feeling, chest heaving for breath as scaramouche rests his head against your chest, letting himself hold you in his arms for a moment. he sighs, eyes fluttering shut and a small smirk tugging at his face, feeling his cum leak out of you.

besides, if he lets some get to waste, that means he gets to fuck another load into you again.

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[kvnis]

hi dont know if you've done this, but scara tries to tease reader under the table during reader's family dinner, but reader gets revenge by teasing scara under more intense and reader gets scara undercontrol !! thank uuu !! <33💞💞

౨ৎ ﹒what a tease !

── ୨୧：switch!scaramouche x switch!reader

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; scaramouche has the brilliant idea to tease you underneath the dinner table, in front of your parents ?! therefore, you need to teach him a lesson.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, fingering, edging, handjob, risky/ semi-public sex, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ i love this idea so much , ugh imagine scara being so cocky then you just . . .

    you always invited scaramouche over for dinner after a long week of school, it was basically part of your schedule now. your parents loved having scaramouche over, thinking he was such a good influence on you. you have been overall happier since you got into your relationship with him.

    … but would they still think that if they knew what was going on underneath the table?

    his sleek hands massage up and down your thigh as he casually converses with your parents. meanwhile, you were struggling to keep your composure. a cold sweat runs down your back as your eyes observe his movements.

    it’s so suggestive, dangerously so to be doing in front of your parents, of all people. scaramouche didn’t seem to care, nonchalantly twirling his fork on his plate and shoveling another portion of food into his mouth.

    his hand trails along your inner thigh, his touch featherlight yet firm. your grip tightens around your fork as you subtly clear your throat, trying to tell him to stop.

    he doesn’t. his hand continues to drag up higher until it was grazing your hip, before dipping into the waistband of your shorts and teasing your wet slit. you were already soaking through your panties, yet you decided not to comment on the matter and instead cough, clearing your throat and sending scaramouche a death-stare.

    you continue eating, grip wavering on your fork as he pinches your clit through the damp fabric. you strain to contain a moan, biting your lip as your eyes flit up to your parents.

    you weren’t listening to their question, too preoccupied with stifling your noises. you hadn’t made an effort to answer until your mom softly called your name.

    “how have your studies been?” she had asked you in a completely oblivious tone.

    scaramouche’s eyes flit to you, a playful sneer mixed with the indigo as his stare pierces you, putting you under pressure to compose yourself and answer.

    “g-good!” you managed to stammer out, swallowing a lump in your throat as scaramouche’s finger began to run down your aching slit over your clothing. your legs twitch shut, firm eyes glaring over to him before going back to your mom. “it’s going well… i’ve just got a big assignment coming up s-so…” you chuckle nervously, trying to cover up your very obvious stutters.

    your mom was still clueless to everything going on underneath the dining table, going back to eat her meal. you gave a short sigh of relief, knowing you hadn’t been too revealing. your brows crease as you turn to scaramouche, giving him a hard, pissed off look, to which he smirks.

    he looks you directly in the eyes as his hand dips into your panties, the pads of his fingers rubbing up against your dripping folds. it was a real struggle having to keep yourself composed, when all you wanted him to do was just pin you to the table and take you right there.

    your whole world collapses when the tips of two of his fingers prod at your entrance, slowly sinking into the knuckle. your eyes are widened, searing daggers at your food as you struggle to chew what's in your mouth.

    fuck. his fingers slowly curled into you, before carefully pulling out and pushing back in. it was a constant motion, almost gentle caresses, blatantly teasing you with what you can’t have.

    it irked you to your wits end that you couldn’t just let out all of your self restraint and have him fuck you. your eyes almost roll back in your head once he brushes up against that one spot inside of you which makes you shatter.

    you let out a small, silent whimper under your breath, before your eyes flit up upon realising what you had just done. your gaze observes your mom and dad at the table, making sure they haven't heard even the faintest of noises from you.

    and thank the stars they didn’t, or you’d be absolutely done for.

    you were fed up with this. scaramouche was barely moving his fingers, only shallowly pumping them in and out of you. you couldn’t feel anything. oh, how badly scaramouche fantasised about dragging you back up to your bedroom and letting him finger you until you’re begging for clemency, but this would have to suffice for now.

    that was, until, he felt your fingers claw underneath the waistband of his pants, immediately going to palm his growing bulge.

    his thighs twitch, his fingers sliding out of your dripping cunt, all soiled until he wipes the excess on the fabric of your pants, leaving a stain. you shoot him a narrow-eyed, unimpressed look.

    your motions grow more aggressive, more predatory, to which he didn’t expect. he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, watching your hand moving underneath his pants.

    it felt heavenly. if you weren’t in such a compromising position, he probably would be bucking into your hand right about now. however, he manages to settle for subtle, coordinated rolls of his hips.

    he looks over at you, and you both lock eyes for a brief period of time. the smile you flashed at him was sweet, sickeningly sweet, compared to such tortious acts you were committing underneath his layers.

    scaramouche grits his teeth as you teased his tip with your thumb, swirling the pre around before letting your hand continue its agonising strokes.. he’s struggling to keep his composure, shifting awkwardly in his seat as he places his fork down on the plate slowly.

    his fingers wrap around your wrist, trying to cease your blatant teasing. he knew you wouldn’t stop, the amusement and joy in your expression as you toyed with him explained as much. his grip tightens upon your wrist, but it only restricts your movements slightly.

    he lets out a breathy whine that only managed to capture your ears, his brows knitting together as his eyes are glued to the prominent bulge in his pants, along with your unfaltering pumps. his breathing goes heavier as he shifts in his seat even more, trying to get away from your hand.

    yet, you follow his movements, his dick twitching in your hand as his pre covers your palm, leaking and creating a wet spot on his pants. he swallows a lump in his throat, feeling his impending orgasm.

    the heat in the pit of his stomach swelled, a flush creeping up the back of his neck as his gaze trailed back up to your parents, whom were conversing on their own accord.

    he was so close, his hands balling into fists as he bites his lip, containing his noises of ecstasy. a breathy groan escapes his guard, the knot in his abdomen tightening as his heartbeat accelerates.

    however, as if sensing it, you slip your hand away, wiping it clean with a napkin before excusing yourself, planting a kiss on scaramouche’s cheek as if to say, ‘that’s what you get.’, before making your way up to your room.

    he blinks. once, twice, simply processing what you did. his head whips to you, and the little smirk on your face says it all.

    he scoffs under his breath, excusing himself as well and trailing after your steps like a stray dog. arriving at the top of the stairs, he sees the crack in your door. an open invitation; as once he steps inside, he knows he’s getting what he wants.

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[kvnis]

౨ৎ ﹒ head so good she a honor roll !

── ୨୧：sub!choso x dom!reader

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you merely want to see your boyfriend fall apart from your tongue.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, blowjob, overstimulation, cum eating, hair pulling, choking/ gagging, throat fucking, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ a break from the requests ... i finally wrote for choso !! he’s acc been stuck in my head for so longg i’m so happy i got round to writing for him. ( art by syrnrr )

    choso was panting for breath in a frenzy, his hands roaming under your shirt as your lips interlocked in a greedy kiss as your fingers dipped into the waistband of his pants.

    the way you touched him was addicting. it dragged him in, entrancing him and making him want more, more, more. the softness of your hand on his jaw, tilting his head whichever way was convenient for you, sent him reeling.

    it wasn’t enough. your hands only lightly grazed his erection through the fabric of his pants and he couldn’t take it. the feeling of your tongue brushing up against him sent sparks flying down his spine, straight to his cock and making it painfully harder. 

    he tried to hump his hips up into your hand, but it didn’t grant him the same type of friction he so desperately needed. you swallowed up his noises, silencing his pleas and cries against your lips. 

    “please…” he begs, albeit slightly muffled due to your tongue ravaging the inside of his mouth. you relished in his taste, making sure to savor it fully. 

    you pressed your palm against his clothes cock, palming it through the fabric. melodic, airy whimpers leave his lungs, his hips instinctually grinding up into yours. 

    his hand goes to your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss before pulling away for air. you both are left panting, hot breaths mingling in the air, immediately bringing a flush to your cheeks. 

    “more…” choso drawls, hands balling into fists in your hair as you tug down his pants and underwear in one swift movement. he bites his lip hard as he sees you start to trail your hand down his torso, leaving shuddering kisses on his neck. 

    your hand finally wraps around his length, thumb swiping along the flushed, weeping tip. choso immediately lets out a soft cry, the relief he’s receiving is unmatched. his watery eyes lock onto your movements as you stroke him, gradually getting faster with every move. 

    his eyes nearly roll back in his head from watching you, his face heating up with embarrassment.

    you loved seeing the way he ends up shying away from your heated gaze, refusing to take in your shameless activities. the way that your eyes gazed up at him, half-lidded, makes his stomach tie in knots and sends blood rushing to his dick.

    you leave one last kiss on the corner of his lips, venturing kisses down his chest before reaching his thighs. you rest in between them, giving the plush a playful bite just to make him jolt.

    “s-stop that…” choso frowns, almost devolving into a whine as you drag your tongue up his thigh. “just suck me off…!”

    a breathy, mocking chuckle from you brushes against his leg, sending a shiver down his spine. your hand slows down, plump lips pressing against the tip teasingly. he gasps, hand in your hair trying to push you down onto his length. the meek warmth from your lips wasn’t enough. he needed more.

    and fuck—he swears he almost passes out as you part your lips to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. your tongue swirls, gathering his pre in your mouth before shallowly taking even more of his length.

    he could feel your hot saliva coating his length as you attempted to take him deeper and deeper into your comfortable mouth. your eyes squeeze shut as he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

    his hand readjusts its grip on your head, forcing you all the way down onto his cock, your nose brushing against his pelvis. his stomach tenses as your tongue licks a line up the underside of his cock, your mouth going back up to swirl the muscle around the sensitive tip before slamming back down.

    choso moans out, looking down at how pretty you looked with your mouth stuffed with his cock. your eyes were slightly watery from your gags, but it all made you more attractive in his eyes.

    once your dazed eyes look up to his face, he lets out another soft moan. your mouth was hypnotic, making him lose his mind just from some simple licks. his free hand rests on his sweaty forehead as he throws his head back, eyes screwing shut out of raw pleasure.

    your head bobbed up and down, settling on a rhythm that you knew would make him absolutely crumble. he drinks in the sight of you slightly struggling to breath, taking in big gulps of air through your nose.

    experimentally, he thrusts his hips up into your mouth, gauging your reaction. you cough around his length, swallowing around it as you try to get used to his thrusts. every time he pumps his length into your throat, it hits the back and almost makes you choke.

    he shakily exhales, using your head to guide his thrusts deeper and deeper into your mouth. your hands fly for purchase on his thighs, your grip almost bruising as he fucks your throat.

    a moan of yours sends vibrations through his cock, making him groan and pull on your hair harder. he begins to chase his own high, pounding harder and harder into your mouth.

    “f-fuck… s’good, please… don’t stop…” he pants out breathlessly, making sure you don’t pull away from him. your tongue swirls around his cock, coaxing more and more pathetic sounds out from him.

    his chest rises and falls with unsteady gasps, his hand coming off of his forehead to twist into the sheets. he bites down his tongue, attempting to silence his shamefully loud noises.

    your movements in pleasuring him go faster, more intense, and there was no way he was going to be able to suppress any of his noises for longer. it was degrading for him in a strange way, yet it turned him on to no end knowing you were the only person capable of pushing him to this point.

    drool pools in your mouth, the motions of his thrusts making it leak out and dribble down your chin, causing you to appear all the more captivating in his eyes. it was messy, lewd, choso knew that, but it was so fucking addicting.

    his shaky lips part, finally letting out his whimpers as his hips feverishly buck up into your mouth, feeling his high winding up in his stomach. it tightened and tightened, making his legs strain and breath waver.

    “close… ‘m close,” he whines out to you, immediately noticing the short hum you let out in acknowledgement. your tongue laps around his cock, eyes looking up at him glossily. your drunken gaze makes him melt, length twitching in your mouth as he reaches his high with a loud, drawn out moan.

    the hand on the back of your head grips your head tighter and pushes you all the way down on his cock. you could feel hot ropes of cum spill into your mouth and you struggle to swallow it all.

    it’s bitter, lingering on the back of your tongue, even after you take it all. however, it was almost like a drug to you, your eyes almost turning into hearts as you feel the first drop leak onto your tongue.

    every time you sucked him off, it left you practically craving more. he had this mind-breaking effect on you that none of your previous partners have had before.

    it made every sexual encounter with him all the more enjoyable.

    you’ve left choso in a hazy state, his eyes slightly teary as he watches you slowly pulling away, a string of your spit and his cum connecting your lips to his tip, before it snaps. he whimpers upon seeing how some of his fluids had dribbled down from the corners of your mouth. he watches your throat bob as you swallow what was left over in your mouth.

    you wipe your chin with the back of your hand, smirking up at him as your hands slyly creep to wrap around the base of his cock again, squeezing him teasingly.

    he immediately whines pathetically, trying to writhe back and away from your hand. you didn’t let him, as your mouth was back on him in an instant.

    “n-no… ah! i can’t take it…” he sobs out, a tear rolling down from the corner of his eye, which he wipes away instantly. your tongue sticks out to lick up the bulging vein, making him immediately shut up.

    “yeah you can… don’t worry,” you run your tongue down the side of his length, planting a kiss as you get to his tip. “i’ll take care of you.”

    with that, you open your mouth and take his dick back into the familiar comfort of your throat. even though every instinct in choso is telling him to pull away, he just couldn’t, your tongue manipulated him in ways words never could. it pummeled him down into nothing beneath you, free for you to shape courtesy of your will.

    he’s non-stop whimpering, his hand seeking refuge in the silky strands of your hair once more. his thrusts are sloppy, not enough effort being put into the action as he’s spent from cumming just minutes before.

    “i can’t…” he mewls out, despite being the one thats currently fucking your throat. “i-i’m already close…”

    your eyes flit up to him, as if to say ‘nothing’s stopping you’, but you could tell he wanted to relish in the feeling of your mouth for longer before it becomes too much for him to handle.

    his breath hitches as you take him all in your throat once more, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on him as if it was the last time you’d ever get to—gagging and choking on his dick as if you were desperate to please him.

    and that, you were.

    his moans dip a pitch higher, hips stuttering and breath staggering as you run your tongue along the sensitive vein again. it sends him into a mindless state of euphoria, the hot, searing temperature of your tongue constantly curling around the ridges of his cock making him lightheaded.

    “please, please, fuck—please…” his incoherent, slurred babbles fall unto your deaf ears. his thighs twitch in your hold as he reaches his peak once more with a muffled scream into the back of his hand, his eyes screwed shut as his load fills your mouth.

    his grip loosens on your hair, lazily resting his limp hand on the back of your head before relaxing on the bed, wincing once you pull away from his cock with a vulgar pop.

    his head is resting back against the pillow, trying to muster up the energy to lift his head up to look at you. you wipe the corners of your lips before swallowing, going up to grasp his cheeks and guide his eyes to meet with yours.

    you press a tender kiss upon his lips. it’s soft and loving, contradicting the way you were pushing him to his limits earlier.

    however, he was completely invested in the kiss, way too oblivious of your hand making its way off of his face and down to his cock, slowly wrapping around it.

    “can you take any more?” you coo against his lips in a mocking tone, your thumb circling his tip.

    he blinks once you pull away from the kiss. once, twice, before your hand begins to run down to the base of his dick. his lips part in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering closed—fully aware that he was done for.

    you wouldn’t be leaving him alone tonight until you broke him.

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[kvnis]

Dom! Scaramouche x Angel Reader smut?

౨ৎ ﹒ angelic sins !

── ୨୧：dom!scaramouche x sub!reader

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you walk around, so purely and innocently. scaramouche wants to absolutely ravage you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, demon!scara, angel!reader, creampie, use of petnames ( angel ), use of ‘slut’, cunnilingus, fingering, slight corruption kink, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ i’m actually fighting with my will to write right now because i’ve got an english essay i’m meant to be writing up and my hand is like cramping but you all must be fed <33

an angel and demon interacting was very much taboo, scaramouche was well aware of the sensitivity of the subject.

yet, when you walk around like that, a pure and innocent look in your eyes, it’s almost impossible for him to restrain himself. it’s almost like you’re begging to be corrupted every time you steal a glance at him walking by.

so, who’s he to refuse when you’re now under him in his bed, letting him devour your cunt as he pleases? your once pure soul now being tainted by the lewd slurps and sucks coming from scaramouche’s mouth.

the way you’re writhing on the bed is to die for, your brain being dumbed down into a vague ball of putty as his head turns side to side, lapping up your slick. tears are lining your eyes from the unexperienced sensations he’s currently giving you.

you had never felt any sort of pleasure before; sure, you had tried touching yourself before, but nothing compared to the sheer skill of scaramouche’s tongue. his hands clamp around your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders to prod his tongue deeper in your folds.

your noises were like a drug addict’s fix for him. it was a sinful cacophony, raw from your lungs as his tongue circles and sucks on your clit. his spit was coated along your folds and he made sure not to miss a single spot.

your hands find purchase in the sheets, your thighs trembling and aching from how hard he was holding them. your grip falters as his tongue runs down to swirl around your hole, gathering your slick on his tongue before bringing it back up to your clit, pressing a rough kiss to the bundle of nerves.

you cry out a broken call of his name, body begging for release. your lips are swollen and red from his greedy kisses earlier, multiple moans slipping past them as he moves to kiss down the marked skin of your inner thighs.

a hand of yours darts down to the back of his head, tangling into his strands and tugging him back to your cunt. a smirk splays on his face and he scoffs.

“so needy, and here i thought you were innocent, huh? i guess i was wrong, all you are is a desperate slut. isn’t that right?”

you could see his eyes looking up at you, before he dives back into your wet folds, lapping as if this was his last meal. you moan out loudly, cheeks flushing up as you see his bangs sway side to side with his motions.

your back arches into his touch, hips rolling your cunt against his tongue for more friction. you’re so close, you can feel it in your stomach. his hands move up to your hips, pushing them against the mattress and keeping you anchored to the bed in order to stop your movements.

he lets his tongue circle your clit, before his fingers sink in to the knuckle.

a gasp is let out by you from the feeling of his slim fingers stretching you out. his lips latch around your clit and he begins to slowly curl his fingers inside of you.

he makes you whimper and writhe, his fingers beginning to thrust in and out of you. you have to bite your lip in order to silence your noises, but he simply goes rougher to force the noises out of you.

“s… scara…” you breathe out a plea of his name, legs twitching as he starts doing a scissoring motion in order to spread you out for him.

your head whips left and right, tilting to look at him with a scene of forlornness. you wanted to cum so badly, it was on the tip of your tongue.

your breath hitches, watching the way his half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as the knot of pleasure in your stomach tightens, before snapping.

he has to hold your thighs apart so you don’t accidentally suffocate him, his fingers shallowly fucking you through your orgasm as you coated them in your slick. your moans came tumbling down from your lips as you panted for breath, your grip on his hair slowly loosening before you let the hand fall to your side.

he licks a stripe along your cunt before pulling away, taking his fingers out and forcing you to lick them clean. your tongue swirls around his digits, the bitter taste of your own release in the back of your throat.

he removes his fingers from your mouth with a pop. you make an attempt to get up, trying to push yourself into a sitting position with your arms until he roughly pushed you back down.

“nuh-uh… ‘m not done with you yet,” he coos in a teasing tone, gripping your waist. “all fours.”

with his grip on your waist, he aids in flipping you over. you let out a short lived yelp, trying to use your weak arms to hold yourself up.

scaramouche trails his hand up your spine, leaving kisses in their wake. he moves your hair out of the way, kissing the back of your neck as his hand moves down in between your legs.

he runs his fingers through your sopping folds, listening to your soft whines and pleas of his name. he was utterly infatuated with your begging; he couldn’t wait to break you down even more.

finally indulging in you, he slowly slips his fat cock into your cunt, completely stuffing you to the brink. your lips part in a gasp, feeling his tip press up into your sweet spot almost instantly.

he slowly began to thrust in and out of your pussy sloppily, the lewd slapping of skin on skin being the only thing fed into your hearing. your eyes roll back in your head, a vulgar moan escaping your resistance.

drool pools at the corner of your lips, threatening to spill down onto your chin. your noises rise in volume, and you attempt to bite your lip in order to silence your moans.

a particularly harsh thrust forces a loud cry out of your throat. you bury your head in the pillow, hands tugging at the fabric as your teeth sink into the cushion. your groans and whimpers are muffled, which scaramouche absolutely detested.

he snickers, eyes narrowing and burning into the back of your head. you could feel it chipping into your skull, bringing a red tint to the tips of your ears.

“c’mon, angel,” he sneers, breathing against the shell of your ear as he grips your jaw, tilting your head up and out the pillow as you mewl. “i wanna hear you.”

he begins drilling his cock into you at an ungodly pace, forcing a variety of whorish noises out of your drooling mouth. you swallow the spit pooling in your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as he continues to fuck you.

it’s as if he’s trying to break your back, making you arch against him prettily so that your head was resting back on his chest, looking up at him. he saw the look of vulnerability in your eyes, and it drove him mad.

he lets go of your jaw, keeping an arm wrapped around your torso and his other hand gripping your hips like a vice. you finally got rid of the strain on your neck, letting your head hang low and eyes flutter shut out of pleasure.

he felt the comfort of your walls sucking him in, practically grovelling for more. he kept his grip on your hip tight, pushing you back onto his cock every time you writhed away from him.

your legs begin to tremble, struggling to keep yourself stable. if it weren’t for his hands wrapped around your body, you’d be melting into the bed right now instead of his touch.

“scara… scara, fuck…”

“language, angel, haven’t you been taught it’s rude to swear?” he mocks, but it’s clear that he’s only playing, it’s evident by the way he’s committing such a sinful deed with you.

your breath hitches as his words just barely graze the skin of your neck, his lips pressing light kisses on the sensitivity. his tongue licks and nips in the same rhythm that was previously used on your cunt.

your moans climbed up an octave, your gummy walls clamping and fluttering around him. he groans into your neck at the feeling, teeth grazing your skin before he grasps your jaw in order to turn you around and kiss him.

the kiss swallows up your loud noises, effectively silencing you under him as you began to twitch, your orgasm approaching. your hands clenched into the pillow tighter as you pushed yourself up, arching your back into him as he pushed you closer and closer to your climax.

“hmm, you gonna cum?” his eyes flutter close, lips brushing down to your jaw. “c’mon, cum for me… don’ hold back.”

with his words, and a sob of his name, you came, painting a lovely white ring around the base of his cock. your legs give out, the rest of your body flopping on the bed, yet scaramouche kept your hips raised for him.

your tight hold on the pillow loosens, feeling scaramouche’s hips still as he cums inside of you with a soft moan of your name. he lets go of your hips, letting your bottom half fall flat with the rest of your body.

he pulls out, your thighs now messy with your release and his. you’re panting for breath as he tugs you by the waist to lay on your back, brushing your hair out of your face and wiping the spit staining your chin and lips.

“you’re mine, right?” he looks up at you with a lovestruck gaze, his hand trailing down to your thigh in order to push your legs apart slightly, looking in between them to gauge at the mess you both made, now dripping onto the sheets. “you’ll be mine?”

your brain couldn’t focus, so you nod mindlessly, clear exhaustion taking over your features.

he chuckles light-heartedly, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“sleep.” he demands in an authoritative tone, almost like an order. “you’re exhausted.”

his voice is like a lullaby for your mind, his warm hand tracing the outline of your thigh just tantalises you with the thought of sleep. you steal one last glance at him, and as if on command, your eyes flutter shut, dozing off peacefully.

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[kvnis]

you write so beautifully ILOVEYOUAIAIAIAI :3

I humbly request Scara crumbs, something like a cocky brat!reader x dom!scaramouche — reader rubbing an academic achievement in his face, making Scara put them in their place after being fed up by it all day. thank you very much and I love ya <3

(I need this man so bad)

౨ৎ ﹒don’t get cocky !

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you finally got a higher test score than him! but maybe it was the wrong idea to rub it in his face…

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, can be read as modern au, cervix fucking, dacryphilia, fingering, mating press, biting/ marking, creampie, mentioned overstim.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ TYSMM ilytt, im so happy you like my works! this has been sitting in my inbox n i’m so happy i finally got round to it, i can just imagine scara doing this.

“forty-nine out of fifty, beat that!” you wave your test paper in his face as soon as you receive it, causing him to scowl at you. he looks at your paper in distaste, eyeing the red penned 49/50 on your paper, then looking back down at his 48/50 paper.

his jaw clenched in rage, and you thank the gods that this was your last class of the day, because if it wasn’t you don’t think you could handle having another class with an enraged scaramouche.

your bratty voice continued to drone on in his ears, but he couldn’t stand to listen anymore. he sighs under his breath, barely audible to your ears, clearly fed up with all of your pointless antics.

you were simply trying to arise a reaction out of him, clearly, why else were you so persistent with your test scores?

you had finally stopped shoving your now worn-out paper in his face, softly giggling to yourself at his reaction. it was exactly what you were aiming for. you give yourself a silent victory as the end of the day bell rings and you both begin to pack up.

before you could even attempt to step out the door, scaramouche takes a firm hold on your wrist, dragging you all the way to his dorm. his grip was bruising, almost violent in nature when he jerked you closer when you’d trail behind.

he pushes you into his accommodation, slamming the door shut behind him. you reel back in shock, feeling his hands go to the side of your face and pulls you into such close proximity with him that you could feel his breath fan against your lips.

“you think your funny? hm? acting all cocky over a simple one mark difference?” he spat with raw venom, looking at you with a piercing gaze—expecting an answer from you.

however, you; frankly, were shaken up. your eyes were blown wide, not expecting him to suddenly snap at you like that. your eyes dart around his features, begging for clemency, but he just narrows his eyes at you.

“i…” you start to stutter out a pathetic response, but gulp upon seeing his unimpressed expression. your breath hitched and your body starts to flare with heat. “i was just joking around! i don’t get why you’re getting so mad.”

your heart drops as he pulls away from you, and you barely get a fraction of a second to catch your breath before you’re dragged again.

your body stumbles, and you fall on the plush of scaramouche’s bedding. you scramble to flip over onto your back, looking at him as he stood at the foot of the bed, seething.

he immediately climbs on top of you, pressing his forehead against yours as he plants his hands securely over your hips, pulling your body flush against his. his hand grabs your jaw, keeping your guilty gaze fixated on his.

“why am i mad?” he chuckles, jaded, under his breath. “the fact you’ve been acting like a brat all day is enough to piss me off, don’t you think?”

your silence is deafening, only fueling the fire growing in his gut. you looked so pitiful underneath him like this. his hand squeezed your cheeks, trying to elicit even the slightest bit of reasoning from you.

“it’s about time i put you in your place. you’ve been getting too bold as of late.” his touches trail down your body, eagerly pawing at the layers of fabric concealing your body from him. he tugs your pants and such down with one firm tug, revealing your underwear for his greedy eyes.

you gasp, heat flaring up on the tips of your ears and you tried to snap your legs closed, but his clingy hands are already spreading your thighs wide open, revealing your glistening heat to his prying eyes. his predatory gaze sears through your body, bringing your blood to a boil and making your body squirm with each brush of his cold hands.

he doesn’t hesitate to spread your folds with his thumb, collecting a wad of saliva and spitting on your clit, mesmerised by the way your hole flutters around nothing. it brings a cocky smirk to his face, his eyes coming up to drink in the way your eyes are blinded with neediness.

“oh—look at you—so needy for my attention, what happened to that bratty attitude just minutes ago?” he blatantly teases you, trying to get you riled up so you talk back. he so badly wants to shut you up, to show you that you’re no match for him.

you tried to get a prickly retort out, but before you could even begin to say the first syllable he dives into your cunt, licking and sucking like a famished man. you practically scream, your thighs trembling within his hold. his tongue moves with expertise, knowing just where to brush to make you fall apart underneath him.

his tongue works circles around your clit, taking the small nub into his mouth and sucking harshly. slender digits prod at your cunt, dragging your slick in between your folds and making a complete mess.

your throat never rests as his tongue always manages to drag out a symphony of moans from your mouth. his fingers sink into your pussy, nerves adoring the way you clamp around his digits. he begins to thrust them in and out, drawing out even more of your melodic noises.

“please…” you mewl out, eyes fluttering closed and head lolling back against the pillows. your shaking hand tightens into a fist in his hair, pushing his face closer and deeper into your folds. his lips make lewd sucking sounds around your wetness, making heat rise in the pit of your gut. you don’t get a chance to finish your sentence as he indulges in you.

your back arches off the sheets, mindless pleas escaping your mouth as his fingers press harder into you, curling up into that sweet spot that makes you melt into the sheets. your grip on his indigo locks wavers, loosening just slightly as you approach your orgasm.

his fingers stretch you out in a scissoring motion, eliciting pitiful whimpers and moans which rolled off your tongue fluidly. the rhythm of his fingers falter, before they pull out.

you whine at the full feeling leaving you, tears bundled in your eyes as his mouth disconnects from your cunt with an erotic pop. his hand grasps your cheeks, pulling you in for an uncoordinated and sloppy kiss. you make a face when you can taste yourself on his tongue, but the thought is immediately pushed aside as scaramouche holds your legs open, pressing his cock deep inside of you.

the stretch made you gasp against his mouth, his hips slowly dragging the length of him nearly fully out of you before it slams back inside. his tip bumps right against your cervix, making you cry out in ecstasy. his cock rubs up along all the sweet spots inside of you, making you clamp down around him, sucking him in more.

he parts from your lips, giving you space to breath as his eyes focus on his cock slipping in and out of you, already forming a creamy ring at the base. your eyes roll back in your head, small whimpers leaving your mouth as he pounds recklessly into you.

“you gonna apologise for earlier?” he spat, resting his forehead against yours. his hot breath was fanning against your lips, teasingly. you know he wants a response, but you can’t formulate one in your current state.

you incoherently babble, eyes fluttering open to look at him. a smirk grows on his face from the look of utter vulnerability in your eyes.

he tilts his head, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and tugging it down lightly. “hm? can’t even speak?” he harshly thrusts into your tight cunt, making your cries even louder. your hands grasp onto the sheets, tugging and pawing at them for purchase.

“how odd, yet you were talking such big talk earlier…” he teases, a hand going down to keep your thighs spread for him as he had taken notice of your attempts to close them. you moan out a response, which comes out as more of a garbled whimper than anything else.

you can feel your climax fast approaching, his cock pounding straight into your sweet spot. you tug at the sheets harder, arching into him with a loud cry of his name. teary eyes gaze down at the source of the lewd squelching in your ears and you blush at the sheer amount of slick coating his length.

you bite your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as a wave of pleasure washes over you, making you whine out scaramouche’s name as you gushed around his cock, staining it with another layer of your arousal. you gasp for breath, not getting a moment of respite as he roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“w-wait, scara—” you stutter out, squirming underneath him. your hands grip onto his shoulders, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave marks. “s-slow down! fuck…”

he roughly grips your jaw, tugging you to face him. his eyes are narrowing you, and he looks at you with sizzling scrutiny. he’s dangerously close to your face, you can feel the softness of his lips up against your cheek.

“you’re gonna stop being a bitch, and you’re gonna take it until i’m done.” his hands move to grip your thighs, thrusting into you with more force, now hitting the deeper parts of your pussy. it felt as if he was splitting you in two, but you couldn’t do anything except claw at his porcelain skin. “did you hear me? or are you too fucked out to even render whats happening…?”

he chuckles, licking a line down your neck before biting down harshly. as an apology, he sucks on the mark, drawing the slightest drop of blood from you. a groan escapes you at the stinging sensation, eyes going half-lidded as he begins to suck up a small mark.

a small tear runs down your cheek and you sniffle, his big cock only overstimulating you. his thumb comes up to wipe your tears and he scoffs at how pitiful you look.

“oh? now you’re crying? not so much of a stuck-up attitude now, huh?” he has a grin on his face, adoring the struggle you’re putting up. his cock twitches inside of you and he parts from your neck with a stable groan.

“fuck… ‘m gonna cum,” his hands grab at your hips to pull you flush to his hips, before going on the underside of your thigh to press your legs up against your chest to force you into a deep mating press, where he could reach delicious depths inside your warm cunt. “you’re gonna take all of it. all. of. it.”

scaramouche’s mouth hangs open slightly to spill out short, gasped grunts, feeling you squeeze around him even more. you feel so fucking good, it’d be a shame if you ended up wasting all of his precious seed.

your face contorts into one of pleasure, brows knitted tightly together as your cunt spasms around him, urging him deeper as you cum again, whimpers and whines the only composable sounds coming from your throat.

that was it for him. he gives himself one last thrust, before pushing flush into you and emptying his release into your womb. he buries his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he brings your legs back down into a more comfortable position. he feels the mixture of your cum and his spill out of your abused hole, beading down his length and onto the sheets.

you sigh, manoeuvring into a sitting position. yet before you even managed to pull away fully, a firm hand on your chest eases you back down.

“and who said i was finished with you?” his husky voice spoke in your ear, just barely pushing past the shell. you gulp, looking down as he slowly began to grind his hips into you, not fully pulling out as to let you feel the full length of his erection growing impossible harder inside of you.

“brats don’t get let off the hook so easily, and you still haven’t apologised properly.” he coos sternly, pulling out completely to rub against your folds, before slamming back inside of you. “oh, trust me, i’ll make you sorry.”

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[kvnis]

Hey guys dont mind me coming back to this inbox😍😍😍👍👍👍

SOUTINE UR WRITING FOR MY REQ WAS SO NGHHHHB MY GRIDDY COCK SQUIRTED SOOOO MUCH🥺🥺🥺

can i request like troublemaker reader and coucil president scara ( IGNORE ME DOING THE SAME THING EXCEPT REVERSED ROLES OK ITS JUST TOO HOT😭😭 ) but like theyre already dating but then scaramouche founds out that reader did a VERY VERY VERY BAD THING SO HE PUNISHES THEM WITH SEX TOYS AND AND SPANKINGS AND HIS BIG BIG FAT COCK BUT EDGES THEM UNTIL THEY BREAK AND OH MY GOD YEAH IM DONE

My gut for some reason tells me i sent smth in the inbox alr but i genuinely cant remember.

౨ৎ ﹒do you deserve it, though ?

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; scaramouche knows you’ve been stealing test answers, yet you still have the audacity to hide it? looks like he’ll have to fuck it out of you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, spanking, bondage, hair pulling, fingering, use of a vibrator, creampie, marking/ biting, kinda soft scara at the end, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ i’m glad to see you in my inbox again snookums… SO GLAD YOU LIKED MY LAST ONE !! i hope this makes your gwiddy cwock squirt again

your hands were suspended above your head, ropes pulling them taut which were strung up on each post of the headboard. the numbing vibrations on your clit making your head spin and senses blur. the only thing comprehensible was scaramouche’s cock pistoning in and out of your creamy cunt.

the fact that scaramouche had been denying your orgasm from you for hours had you relentlessly sobbing, begging for release every chance you had your breath. your voice had become hoarse from the amount of times you screamed for him to let you cum at least once.

drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, your body aching from the strain. you can feel your orgasm just out of reach, manifesting in your stomach.

your walls flutter around his girth, revealing the fact you’re close to him. a smirk splays on his face, his hands tightening on your spread thighs.

heat swells in your lower abdomen, but just as intensely as it strung up, it was stripped away from you. you cry out in protest, whining and writhing underneath scaramouche. your wrists were surely chafed now, and you don’t think you can handle any more.

scaramouche seemingly notices your reddened wrist, going to untie the restraints. your hands immediately go to reach out to grasp his shoulders, but before you even graze your fingers against him, he has both your wrists in a death grip.

“no touching. bad girls don’t deserve any of this.” he looks at you with a condescending gaze, flipping you onto your stomach and hiking your hips up. he pumps his cock a few times, letting himself slip back into your dripping slit with a sigh.

you let out a short sob, lengthening out into a broken moan. your legs were shaking, yet you still tried to keep yourself up with the aid of your weak forearms. you almost choke, feeling the vibrator return to your clit.

a yelp is torn from your throat as a hand comes crashing down on your ass. you jolt from the sudden sting, feeling your skin bloom a raw red.

“now, do you mind telling me what you were planning to do with those answer sheets you stole?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, leaning down to bite and suck on the burning skin of your neck.

“nothing, nothing…!” you mewl out, tears collecting in your eyes. your hands grasp at the pillow and you tried to conceal your face in the plush. “p-please! just let me cum!”

however, scaramouche’s hand slapped you again, making you cry into the pillow. his hand then comes up to grasp your hair, lifting your head up and out of the pillow, making your back arch.

“that’s a bit selfish of you, no? don’t you think you don’t deserve to cum?” he takes the vibrator off your clit, throwing it to the side and instead using his digits to circle and spread your arousal around your folds.

your eyes roll back in your head, gulping down the drool pooling in your mouth. your hands tug on the sheets, trying to give yourself some form of hold on reality.

“i-i’m sorry! please… i’ll be good, i’ll be good…” you try to reason with him, but it’s hard to think straight with his length rutting deep inside of you. it engraved it’s shape into your walls, molding you to only take him, and him alone.

“hmm? is that so?” he teases you, raking a hand through your dishevelled hair. “but good girls don’t steal.”

you breath out a shaky moan, whining in dissatisfaction as he pulls out of you yet again. he flips you back around like a ragdoll, letting his fingers return to your clit and rub.

your back arched into his, grinding your hips up against his hand for extra friction. you tug at the sheets, moaning out his name as he sinks two fingers into your greedy cunt.

“just… please, i can’t take anymore!” your tears overcloud your tired eyes, looking at him; pleading, begging him to let you release. your hips buck back into his hand, your gummy walls sucking him in deeper into your arousal.

your inhibitions are thrown out the window, and all you can think about is getting you’re sweet release. his fingers thrust into you. faster. harder. deeper. and you feel as if you were gonna break.

a blurry scene takes over your vision and your eyes look at scaramouche half-lidded. he tenderly presses his lips to yours, savouring the taste of your mouth.

your cunt thrums with heat, your orgasm fast approaching due to his skilled movements. you gasp, slight relief washing over you as you finally get closer than before.

yet, when you feel scaramouche smirking against your neck, your heart immediately drops. he retracts his fingers out of your hole with a lewd squelch and you outright whimper, heart pounding against your ribcage.

“no, no, no… no…” you mutter in quick succession, feeling scaramouche reinforce the binding back onto your wrist. you pout pettily, being so pent up that it hurts. you attempt to rub your thigh together for more friction, but scaramouche’s hands are faster as they grip onto your knees and push your legs far apart, cutting off any means of pleasure.

“are you gonna tell me why you stole that answer sheet now?”

he has a cocky grin on his face, positioning himself between your legs and rubbing his leaking cock up against your sopping slot. it coats the underside with an embarrassing amount of your slick.

your lips part silently, a sudden knot forming in your throat at his question. you gulp it down, trying to gather your thoughts in this rare moment of respite.

“tch…” he tuts, narrowing his eyes at you and tracing his slick-coated fingers along the outline of your plump lips. “if you’re not gonna tell me, i won’t let you cum. i’ll leave you here, tied up with that vibrator on the lowest setting. you wouldn’t like that, would you?”

your eyes flit up to his narrowed ones, weighing your options. but—fuck—you wanted it so bad. he had been tormenting you like this for hours, bringing your mind to the brink of pleasure only to shatter your expectations.

“fine, fine!” you blurt out as his tip teases your hole before pulling out. a simple movement—yet it broke you. “i hadn’t been paying attention in class… n’ my grades were dropping… so i had no other choice!”

he scoffs at your answer, slowly slipping his wet fingers into your mouth, effectively gagging you. he finally, finally thrusts into your awaiting pussy, your walls immediately clamping around his length. you moan, muffled, around his finger, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close.

he trails wet kisses down your jaw, sucking up a small mark once he reaches your neck. his teeth nip against your skin, making a mewl escape your throat. “and that’s the truth?”

you nod, shakily inhaling as his hips start to thrust into you. the delicious drag of his cock against your walls never fails to make your melt, especially since you’ve been deprived for so long.

“you better not be lying to me,” his hand goes down to play with your clit, your body squirming underneath him. your moans can’t be contained, constantly spilling out each time his dick grazed that sweet spot in you, turning your sight into stars. “you know i hate liars.”

“not a lie…” you shake your head, tears welling in your eyes from how he was fucking you into the mattress. your hands shake in their restraints, desperately clawing at the ropes and tugging. “please…”

his eyes look up at you with something akin to adoration. he was utterly invested in you, invested in the subtle things you were doing, invested in your displays of pleasure, invested in the way your voice wavers with each one of his thrusts.

“so close, mmh…” you mumble, thighs shaking around his waist. your tight cunt constricts around him, almost suffocating his length. his fingers in your mouth play with the drool caked on your tongue, making you gag lightly.

“you gonna cum?” he asks, marking his words with a harsh thrust.

“please… please… let me cum, please?” you beg, eyes as wide as saucers, looking at him with such innocence that it made him question if you were really partaking in this with him.

he acknowledges your words with a nod, his thrusts picking up the pace.

it pushes you far over the edge, your vision flashing white and your senses dulling as pleasure filled your mind. you cream on his cock, staining the base with a white creamy ring, making even more lewd slapping noises.

“f-fuck…” scaramouche has a hard time restraining himself once he feels the way you gush all around him, the feeling of your juices leaking down onto the sheets driving him mad. “gonna cum, you’re gonna take all of it, yeah?”

you’re still recovering, so you don’t fully pick up his words. you only realise it too late, and he’s already twitching, filling your pussy with his release, coating your insides a sticky white. he pulls his fingers out your mouth, wiping them clean on your neck.

he lets out a satisfied sigh, caressing your jaw with his knuckles. he turns your head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to your tear stained cheek before he pulls out slowly, making sure not to cause you any discomfort.

“you’re okay, right?” he moves to methodically untie the ropes holding your wrists up. they drop limply onto the pillows, tingly and numb from how long they were restrained and tied off. “i-i wasn’t too harsh, was i?”

the corner of your lip tugs up into a smile, looking at him with hearts in your eyes. “no, i’m fine.”

he nods awkwardly, face flushing with heat. he takes your wrists in his hands, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he lays next to you, his head rested on your shoulder.

“don’t break the code of conduct, then this won’t happen. it’s simple, really.” he spat irritably.

“i won’t.”

and that was a total lie. if this would be the outcome every time you broke a rule, you don’t think you’d really mind, as you were thoroughly satisfied one way or the other.

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[kvnis]

SOUTINEE MY POOKIE WOOKSTERS

can i req troublemaker!scara x president!femreader where he fucked her dumb until shes so fucking cock drunk that she cant live without getting fucked and used by scara

( idk what plot to put before the fucking so you can decide that 😍 )

MWAH LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH

౨ৎ ﹒ good girl gone bad .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’ve always been the ‘good girl’ of the school; but what happens if scaramouche decides to take matters into his own hands?

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, fingering, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, some degradation, some praise, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ HII POOKIE PIE!! this is such a good idea i love it smm i hope you like this!!! MWAH MWAH 💋 LOVE YOU TOO <33 sry this took so long omg schools a bitch and motivation sucks but i got this out finally…

nobody in your school didn’t know scaramouche. he was the schools delinquent; always smoking, fighting, wreaking havoc in classes—if he even went to them. the school president’s office was practically his second home at this point.

unfortunately for you, you were the president.

you had long grown accustomed to scaramouche barging into your office once, maybe even twice a day. it was part of your daily routine. you’d finish classes for the day, sit in your office, then scaramouche would see you for some shitty thing he did during the day—leaving you to deal with the fallout.

whenever you heard his distinct knock, which consisted of two consecutive knocks and him turning the door to your office, your heart always drops down to your stomach, wrenching at the thought of what he could’ve possibly done this time around.

unluckily, this was beginning to become a constant occurrence. he would purposely get himself in some sort of trouble to get sent to your office, and today was no different.

you heard the knocks, and before he even attempted to reach for the door handle you called him to enter. you see the indigo haired man creep into the room, slowly pushing the door shut and turning the lock until it clicks.

“to what do i owe the pleasure this time, scaramouche.” you spat out his name with venom, filled with irritation for the male.

“oh come on, i haven’t done anything that bad this time.” he smirks at you, trailing a hand on the edge of the desk you were sitting behind before sitting on one of the chairs parallel to you.

you roll your eyes, resting your elbows on the table and resting your head in your hands. your gaze held an unimpressed look, wanting him to just cut to the chase already.

he crossed his arms, slightly slouching in the chair as he stared at you. the tension was thick, yet it could be easily cut with a butter knife. his lips formed into a frown seeing how serious you were about this whole ordeal, so he decided to speak up.

“i didn’t do anything… i just got into a stupid fight.” he mumbles, fidgeting with his hands on his lap.

you scoff at his antics, eyeing him up and down. “you say you didn’t do anything, then proceed to say you got into a fight. this doesn’t make any sense to me.”

his mouth parts for a moment, but then he closes it as he realises he has nothing to say to that. you took his silence as a reasonable reply, crossing your legs and leaning back in your seat.

“this is your fourth fight this week; i have no choice but to suspend you.”

“huh…?” his face automatically dropped. if he was suspended, that means not seeing you! he couldn’t let that happen, he wouldn’t stand for this.

“you heard me, i’m gonna…”

your words droned on in his ears, until he blurts out a swift “no.”

your brows furrow, and you look at him with a confused expression. his sudden change of attitude startled you for a brief moment, but you clear your throat and shakily reply. “what?”

“i don’t wanna be suspended,” he slowly gets up, tracing a finger around the rim of the table until he was just leaning above you. “is there anything i could do to… avoid punishment?”

your eyes look up at him, and that look of innocence already has him throbbing through his pants. he bit on his tongue harshly, trying to suppress the lewd fantasies of you that were already erupting from this position.

“what do you mean by that?” you asked out of genuine curiosity. “i doubt there’s any way of letting this slide under the radar.”

he lets out a heavy breath, running a finger up the armrest of your chair before it trails up your arm and jaw, brushing against your cheek lightly. you can feel your face flush with heat.

“i mean…” his lips tug up into a suggestive smirk, fingers tapping against your lips almost teasingly. “this.”

he practically rips you out of your seat for a chaste kiss, his lips seeking yours greedily. his hand immediately finds comfort on the back of your head to pull you in deeper. your lower back was pressed against the desk, his free hand going down to your waist in order to press your hips flush against his.

your hands go behind yourself to give you some support due to his aggression. your hand goes up to his cheek, pushing your lips harsher against his.

his tongue practically shoves itself into your mouth at the gesture, his hips instinctually grinding against your clothed cunt. you let out a soft breath, pulling away to collect air into your strained lungs.

you didn’t get much time to recuperate your thoughts because you were immediately swivelled around and pushed over the cold, wooden desk. you yelp at his sudden advances, but it devolves into a broken whimper as he rips your panties off, lifting your skirt up and letting it bunch at your hips.

“fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this…” his face nuzzles into your neck, leaving a trail of damp, open mouthed kisses down your nape. his fingers needily tug at the collar of your shirt to given himself more canvas to work with.

you let out lazy breaths as you feel his cold fingers run through your folds, collecting a suitable amount of your slick before moving to trace around your clit. the feeling makes you gasp, your thighs already trembling from his ministrations.

you moan out, feeling him nibble on the side of your neck, leaving slowly bruising marks on your flesh. he takes a fold of skin, sucking it between his teeth in hopes of leaving an imprint.

“m-more… feels so good.” you drawl out, feeling his digits prod at your entrance. you attempt to push your hips back against him, but he pulls away.

“pretty girls are patient, you can wait a moment, can’t you?” he coos in your ear, tongue running just barely on the edge of your jaw.

you nod, and at that moment he began to insert two fingers into your dripping slit. you bite your lip, eyes flitting close and you let out a low whimper.

he began to pump his fingers swiftly inside of you. you didn’t get a moment of rest, his fingers almost instantly finding that one spongy spot that makes you crumble on the spot. your eyes roll back in their sockets and you struggle to keep still.

his hand comes to your waist, squeezing it tightly as a silent order to stay still. but you just couldn’t, the way he constantly abused that sweet spot of yours had your consciousness doing cartwheels.

your abdomen festers with warmth, and the heightening pleasure was nonstop. however, you began to fall to pieces after he brings the hand that was on your waist down to rub on your clit. your breath hitched, pleasure hitting you straight through your head and your mind blanks out for a moment.

you go limp, panting for breath. your hazy mind takes a couple moments to come to, but you make out the dull rustling of scaramouche’s pants and the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

your eyes look back at him, all misty and fuelled with lust. you can feel his hands coming up to your jaw, pulling your body into a pretty arch as he carefully begins pushing his length into you.

drool pools underneath your tongue and at the corner of your lips, your eyes locking onto the ceiling with the hopes of being able to grasp reality. your sensitive walls clamp and flutter around him, sucking him and alluring him further into your intoxicating arousal.

you writhe and scramble underneath him as he began to slowly thrust in and out of your tight cunt, fingers begging for purchase against your desk, hands balling into fists from the immense pressure in your lower reason.

a cold hand runs down your spine, lulling you to somewhat relax as scaramouche begins to ruthlessly slam into you. you mewl out, claiming that it’s too much for your current state. despite this, he continues, knowing that he’s the only person that can properly push you past your limits.

you tried to tune out the lewd, squelching noises coming from your own cunt, but at this point it was the only thing you can hear. it spurred you on, taking your pleasure to new heights and making your every limb weak. the only thing that was keeping you upright was scaramouche’s hand on your jaw.

you swallow harshly, feeling his thumb caress your windpipe and softly press down for a moment. his touch was searing, leaving iron hot imprints in your mind on how he felt; how good his cock felt ramming into you, how you only needed him to have your needs fulfilled. you were utterly drunk on the mere thought of him at this rate, your mind and body responding to him and him alone.

“come on? where did your noises go?” he chuckles, stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue, making you let out a muffled choking sound. “doing so well… tell me, tell me how much you love taking my cock, how much you love being used by me.”

you whimper incoherent noises around his fingers, your drool now dripping down his wrist as his fingers brush against the back of your throat.

“l-love your cock, i love it so much… want more… i wanna cum, please— please let me cum, pleaseplease?”

your head is pulled back even more, just enough for him to look into your eyes. you struggle to hold eye contact, but you try your best despite your waterline being brimmed with tears from your gagging and tears of pleasure.

“awe, my little cockdrunk whore,” he spoke in amusement, speaking to you in a condescending tone. “isn’t that right, love?”

you didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore, you couldn’t make out anything from your distinct senses, almost being brainwashed from how good he was pounding into you. the harshness of his thrusts accompanied by his humiliating words send your mind and body into a frenzy.

in this moment, you were dumbed down to nothing more than a cocksleeve for his own satisfaction. his thrusts continue to plough into you with force, his cock feeling like it’s splitting you in two. you simply felt so immensely fulfilled by him that you could probably live on this, and only this, for the rest of your life.

“yours… i— love getting fucked by your cock… ‘m yours… i’m— fuck!” you curse, a loud, broken moan following suit as your orgasm tears through you, slick coating his cock as you come undone on him.

scaramouche bites down on your neck, hard enough to draw a drop of blood. this was a futile attempt at composing himself, as you could feel his grip tightening on you as he panted into your ear, breathy moans bleeding into pathetic whimpers.

“oh, fuck… you feel so good. my personal little slut, am i right?”

you nod wearily in response, a broken cry leaving your mouth as his tip bruised against your cervix. his released his grip on your jaw, instead going to grab onto one of your hands and squeezing tightly. your head lolled forward, hair getting in the way of your vision.

a string of slurred curses were muttered breathily beside your ear, his hips stilling inside of you as he came, thick ropes of his cum leaking into your womb. he groans, finally pulling out after what felt like gruesome hours.

he wipes your drool covered chin for you, turning you around and kissing you lovingly, admiring the abused state he reduced you to. his hands travel around your body, palm resting against your cunt to make sure none of his cum went to waste.

he has you up against the desk still, your legs wobbly and struggling to keep your body weight supported.

“do you think you’ll let this slip under the radar?” he teased, softly resting his head in the crook of your neck, planting featherlight kisses on the now bruised area, causing you to let out a soft noise.

“maybe…” you mumble with a chuckle, wincing at the sharp pains plaguing your legs. “can we do this again… sometime?”

he takes a moment to process your words, but then you can feel his smirk slowly grow against your neck. his body surges with adrenaline, and it’s not long at all before he’s hard against your thighs again.

“sometime? how about now?”

you can hear the grin spreading on his face, his hands gripping your thighs to lift your up on the table, pulling your hips closer to his. he rubs his messy cock up against your slit, humping against you eagerly.

and who were you to deny such a request? you were his cockdrunk slut after all.

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[kvnis]

౨ৎ ﹒ mine, mine, and only mine .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you went on a mission with tartaglia. no problem, right ? well… about that.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, reader is part of the fatui, jealous scara, choking, use of electro once, dacryphilia, hair pulling, blowjob, drooling, gagging.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ someone had this requested months back but i accidentally deleted it so i’m sorry if that ws youu … also ty all for nearly 500 followers WTFF?! <33 ilysmmm

soft wails and whimpers leave your lips as your cunt is constantly bullied into by the harbinger above you. his hips smack into yours repetitively, each collision forcing a cry out of your throat.

“what was that?” scaramouche taunts, his voice grazing against the shell of your ear. “i didn’t hear you. repeat it.”

“i said i’m sorry!” you sob against his fingers which were stuffed in your mouth. “i’m sorry for going on that mission with him, i still love you and only you!” you didn’t dare say childe’s name as you didn’t know what scaramouche could be capable of if you ticked him off.

his hand trails out of your mouth and down your side, snaking between your legs to pinch and fondle your clit. without his fingers muffling your noises, everything just comes tumbling out as he fucked you dumb.

“yet, you knew what you were doing,” he spat, pulling on your hair. your tear filled vision fluttering open and meeting a blurry ceiling. “you weren’t supposed to be in inazuma with him, you were meant to go with me.”

the fact you had went to inazuma of all places was probably just rubbing salt in the wound, and you finally regretted everything so much. it wasn’t even your fault you were deployed with childe! that’s just how your schedule was; you couldn’t change that!

“listen… j-j’st list— ah!” you plead, until a harsh shock was delivered to your clit, only making your arousal throb—adding to your sensitivity.

“listen? listen to what?” he tugs on your strands, twirling them through his fingers to tighten his almost painful grip. “another pathetic excuse that you’ll waste your breath on? yet i’ve already fucked you so dumb you can’t see straight.”

your knees and thighs burn trying to keep you up, your back in a straining arch, the only thing keeping your upper body held up was his death grip on your hair. your eyes squeeze shut, your head attempting to get out of his hold.

at the sight of your struggles, he lets go, your head limply falling into the pillows. his hand instead moves to your lower back, pushing down and keeping it arched for him.

“so weak.” he coos, angling his hips so his thrusts bruise right into that one sweet spot inside of you. his fingers continue to make harsh circles on your clit, and you were already so close to cumming.

your eyes roll back in your head and you rest your forehead on your folded arms. your own hands go to entangle in your tousled hair to keep yourself aware and grounded. your moans grew louder and more high pitched as his lips suck on your shoulder, giving you just that last bit of stimulation you needed.

“s’close— close… cumming… scara!” you came with a scream of his name, his hips stilling inside you and letting you ride out your orgasm. his lips part from your shoulder as your walls tighten and squeeze around his length. he had to use all his remaining patience not to start slamming you into the mattress.

as you come down from your high, you’re left panting for breath. he pulls out from you, still painfully hard. seeing you were in no state to be able to move, he does the work and flips you onto your back.

you’re blinking away tears, trying to focus on something, anything, but it’s impossible due to how hazy your mind was.

“open wide.” scaramouche’s voice lulls your brain into focus.

you can feel the pretty tip of his erect cock push against your lips, and you part your lips, sticking your tongue out to lick a straight line up from the base.

scaramouche groans, pushing his tip past your lips and into your drooling mouth. you gag, letting your jaw slacken in order to create more room to fit in.

the warmth of your mouth and the sight of your plump lips wrapped around his fat cock makes him weak in the knees. your half lidded eyes look up at him, spit dribbling down your chin, which he lovingly wiped away.

“so pretty under me like this,” he mumbles softly, mainly talking to himself. his hand goes to the back of your head, pushing you down deeper onto him until your nose brushes against his pelvis. you cough and gag around him, struggling for air as his tip hits the back of your throat.

his hips pull back before he roughly slams back into your mouth, making a loud squelch. you make a face at the bitterness of his pre and the leftover slick from your cunt just moments before.

you pull back to the tip, your tongue swirling around it before your head dips back down to let your tongue run over the sensitive vein bulging on the underside.

“a-ah— just like that.” scaramouche moans lowly, his hands tightening in your hair the more you suck and lick on his cock. he bites down on his lip, lovesick eyes locking down on you intently, scrutinising your every move.

your eyes flutter closed as you tried to focus more on trying to breath as he thrusts roughly into your mouth, making you choke and gag around his dick. a sloppy mixture of your drool and his precum dribbles from the corners of your lips erotically. it was truly a sight to behold.

you could tell he was slowly falling apart, the way his thrusts grew untimely and the way he couldn’t contain his noises as effectively anymore were the obvious signs. his cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth as your tongue continues its work.

he throws his head back with a strangled moan of your name, shooting salty ropes of his cum straight down your throat. his hand keeps you flush with his pelvis, making sure you don’t waste a single drop.

he slowly pulls away, wincing at the loss of warmth. a small string of saliva and cum connects your lips to his length before it snaps, sticking onto your chin messily. scaramouche lays down beside you, carefully wiping the fluids off of your chin with his knuckle.

“don’t leave me for him ever again.” scaramouche states, irritated. his fingers tug on your bottom lip, slightly opening your mouth to check if you swallowed everything. “you hear me?”

you sigh, your whole body aching from his roughness. nevertheless, you nod. “i won’t…” you spoke in a hoarse voice, delivering a soft kiss to his lips in an unspoken apology.

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[kvnis]

hey so like i just came across your wriiting and i really like it a lot and i have a teensy request

So so like imagine y/n(sub) x scara somnophilia but it's y/n doing the pervy shit and scara wakes up to them trying to grind on him and like yk yK YKKK

౨ৎ ﹒ sweet dreams !

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; your delusions are cut short as you wake up, but you’re still so needy. but, your lover is right there next to you… why not take advantage of the situation ?

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, somnophilia, grinding, fingering, cunnilingus, teasing, slight dubcon?? (scara is unconscious when reader tries to initiate)

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ this has been in my drafts for MONTHS i’m so sorry i didn’t get this out sooner i just lost ideas and ahaheieb enjoy ,!! — written while storm isha was battering my window at 2am so i was delirious and slightly panicking <3

“fuck, scara… please!”

scaramouche’s fingers move skilfully in and out of your sopping cunt. your moans and babbles drown out the lewd squelching coming from his ministrations. you writhe into the sheets, hips bucking up into his hand.

your vision blurs as he begins to kiss down the length of your neck. you can feel his soft breaths fanning against your neck and it only riles you up more.

you’re panting for breath, your chest rising and falling unsteadily against his as your voice breaks in a desperate plea for him to keep going.

his mouth moves down to take your clit between his lips, sucking and licking like he was famished. you throw your head back in utter ecstasy, eyes rolling back into your head so far you swore you could see white.

your thighs begin to tremble as the knot in your stomach winds tighter and tighter. your cunt throbbed with all the stimulation. a breath gets caught in your throat as you let out a crackled moan.

your mind is hazy and everything goes fuzzy due to your impending orgasm. your eyes flit down to his head between your thighs, his bangs swaying side to side as he savoured the taste of you.

your hips jerk up as the knot strains, tightens and tightens until…

your eyes snap open, breathing heaving and body hot all over. you were wrapped up into the sheets, the air around you cold and dense and the only warmth you were gaining was from your own body and the sleeping figure of scaramouche next to you.

you whimper under your breath, trying to subtly flip yourself over so you were facing him. your knees brushed against his, causing him to stir in his sleep slightly.

you immediately freeze up, worrying you had awoken him, but he just flips onto his side, now facing you completely. you stay still for a couple more seconds until you see his face relax, signalling he’s deep into slumber once more.

with a sigh of relief, your hand comes up to carefully caress his cheek, observing how he unconsciously leans into your touch. you gasp as he shifts again, his knee rubbing straight across your clothed cunt.

instinctually, your hips roll into his leg. your teeth gnaw into your bottom lip, your hands bunching up into the fabric of his shirt as you grind into him, staining your panties with your slick.

“i’m sorry, ‘m sorry.” you mumble with a lust-fuelled voice.

your head leans to rest against his chest, your eyes beginning to flutter shut as the pleasurable feeling builds up within your lower abdomen. your hand goes down to pull his knee closer to your cunt for more friction.

you feel a hand brush up against your hips lightly, causing your eyes to widen as you look down and see scaramouche moving.

“needy, hm?” he rasps out, his hand resting on your shoulder and pushing you flat on your back, straddling your torso. he presses his hips flush against yours, a gasp escaping your needy throat.

he holds your wrists with one hand, trailing wet, open mouth kisses against your neck.

“scara…?” you whimper out. “how— how long have you been awake?”

“five minutes, give or take,” his fingers tug at your shirt, pulling it up until it bunches up to show your midriff. “you don’t know how much restraint i had in order to not just make you cum on the spot. if you were so needy to be fucked, you should’ve just said so!” he teased.

your cheeks burn up and you stammer before closing your mouth out of embarrassment. your brows furrow as you pout, tilting your head to the side to give him more canvas on your neck.

his hands squeeze and knead at your waist, pulling you down closer to him. he shifted to rest in between your legs, your thighs lazily draped over each side of his hips.

he meticulously slips his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down and revealing your stained panties. your attempt to close your thighs evidently failed as his hands kept your legs wide for him.

his thumb pressed and rubbed circles against your clothed clit, causing you to whine and writhe into the sheets. his eyes look up at you with an expert delivery of mirth, a smirk tugging up at the corner of his lips at the sight of your squirming form.

“mmhnn! just… haah— get on with it, please!” your high-pitched voice complains, a small, pitiful frown on your face. the friction felt so good, however it simply wasn’t enough; especially since he was going at such an excruciatingly low pace.

his eyes narrow at you, scrutinising how pathetic you look. “so demanding…”

you roll your eyes, but they immediately lock onto his as he slowly pulls your panties down whilst keeping eye contact with you, his indigo gaze never faltering.

under the pressure, your sight slowly trails to the side to avoid looking directly at him, redness creeping its way across your face from the tip of your ears.

“nuh-uh,” scaramouche coos in a playful tone, taking your chin in between his fingers and tugging you to face him again. “keep your pretty eyes on me. don’t look away, or i’ll stop.”

“b-but it’s embarrassing!” you reluctantly look into his eyes as he drags his tongue up along your inner thighs. you bite on your tongue, eyes darting around his expression.

“oh, please. more embarrassing than you grinding against me while i slept?”

you’re about to shoot back a snarky reply, but that’s quickly cut short as his tongue immediately latches onto your dripping folds, sucking up your juices.

“f-fuck!” you gasp, your thrumming needs finally becoming satiated as his tongue moves with expertise. a hand of yours grips onto his hair, your unfocused eyes steadily trained on the way his head moves back and forth between your thighs.

the sensations, all at once, were intoxicating. his firm hands grip onto your hips and pull you closer, just for the sole purpose of burying his face deeper into your heat.

it’s got your whole mind gushing over him immediately, all your thoughts plagued with how fucking good he was making you feel. he spits a ball of saliva onto your clit, spreading it with his fingers and making your pussy flutter around nothing.

you only miss his tongue for a couple seconds, because he’s immediately back to sucking on you desperately. his tongue swirls around your nerves as his fingers circle around your entrance before taunting your hole by slowly pushing his fingertips in.

you can finally relish in the feeling of your pussy being filled by something, even if it’s only the slightest bit. your juices are already starting to slobber all over his fingers as he continues to push them all the way into you, before pulling them out completely.

a poignant noise of dissatisfaction emits from your choked up throat, tugging on the roots of his hair in a nugatory attempt to convince him to fill you once again.

“c’mon, please?” you stare at him with pleading eyes, only for him to give you a mocking look. “just… fuck me already, why are you making me wait so long!?”

“you’ll get filled up later, be patient for now. ugh, for fucks sake, you’re so needy.” he mumbles, sending shocks up from your clit and making your back arch.

your eyes narrow in disdain, but they soon soften again as soon as he begins to lap at your folds again, his fingers digging into your trembling thighs to keep them spread for him.

“fuuuck… i’m gon’ cum…” you babble out in a lazy fit of moans and whimpers. your hand pushes him closer by the back of the head, practically suffocating him with your thighs.

the pleasure mounts quicker as he replaces his tongue with his fingers, tracing tight shapes over your swollen clit as his mouth is more preoccupied on your leaking hole.

your breath stutters as your orgasm hits, hips jerking up into his mouth and you came with a loud cry of his name. your eyes water from the raw intensity.

your hand slips up and out of his dishevelled hair, your chest shuddering with each gaping breath. your tense muscles relax as you feel yourself coming down from your mind-shattering high.

you blink a couple times as his lips press onto yours softly, a shallow groan leaving his lips, coated in your wetness. you turn your head away as you taste your own slick on his tongue.

he chuckles at your resistance, teasing you with a charming tone. “what? don’t like it?”

you smack him lightly on the shoulder, scrunching your face at him. he cupped your head, flipping it so now you were the one situated between his legs.

his hands twirl through your hair, lightly tugging you to the growing bulge in his pants. he tilts his head at you to gauge at your next actions.

“it’s your turn to please me.” he cocks a brow, pushing the waistband of his pants down. after all, he couldn’t resist the thought of taking advantage of such a picturesque sight, now, could he?

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[kvnis]

HNNNGGGGGFHHHFHFHFHFPPPHH SCARAMOUCHE PRAISING SOUNDS SO YUMMY

౨ৎ ﹒ sit still, look pretty .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑synopsis :; you’re doing so well at being his little cocksleeve, sit still like a good girl and take it !

୨୧﹑genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, reader is part of the fatui, use of ‘my lord’ - referring to scara, cockwarming, edging, praise, mentioned biting and hickeys, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ so yummy…, very edible ( this is my girl dinner ), all my requests are taking so long.. i’ve got 2 from months ago in my drafts which only have one sentence written AAA i’ve gone through big writers block n this is short.. i’m sorryy

you seriously don’t know how you got into this situation.

you simply just wanted his company! it was late at night, and the snezhnayan winters show no mercy. you were shuddering and shivering in scaramouche’s bed, even under the large woolly blankets.

deciding you were absolutely fed up with trying to curl in on yourself to conserve heat, you decided to go straight to the balladeer’s office. as soon as you step out of the room, the merciless chill of snezhnaya’s everwinter bites you right in the face.

shaking the whole way, you knock once. twice. then you open the door as if it’s second nature.

“scara, ‘m cold… just come to bed, it’s late…” you approach his workspace, a hand wearily coming down to rest on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

and somehow, somehow, you managed to get into this predicament.

his hands are wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues his work, dipping his pen into the ink and scrawling in handwriting your very familiar with.

you would be focusing on the languid strokes and how he writes his words with precision… if not for his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

you’re blushing madly, your whole body heating up at the whole situation. you lean in to rest your head on his chest, burying your face in his clothes to conceal your shameful whimpers.

“taking me so well, hm?” his knuckles graze against your jaw, causing you to writhe in his hold.

“still.” he snaps, his hands cruelly digging into your hips. you bite your lip, a dull throbbing in your cunt as his hold forces you down further on his cock.

you choke on your own breath, a small whimper of neediness coming from your lips. and it really doesn’t help when his hand goes down to fondle with your clit.

“scara… scara, please.” you drawl out, hands grasping and tugging at his shirt. he leans down to kiss your neck, trailing up to your jaw and back down again. “my lord—”

you gasp as he pinches your clit, letting a keened moan slip past your plump lips. your thighs are left trembling around his lap and your head whips side to side.

“be a good girl for me,” he whispers in your ear, now kissing his way around your jaw. “you can do that, can’t you love?” his fingers return to rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud, only making you clench around him.

your eyes water from how hard you were trying not to grind against him and chase your high. however, you knew if you did he would simply discard you to bed again and not see you until later that night, bleeding into early morning.

you hesitantly nod, turning your head away to look and see him back at his work. your cunt clenched and fluttered around him, your brows furrowing as he kept abusing your clit.

“f-fuck… i can’t, please,” you moan, whirling your head back around to him to look at him with pleading eyes. your hips attempt to press into his hands, but his hand swiftly goes to your lower abdomen to keep you still.

“you can, i know you can,” he runs a finger along your forehead, swiping your hair out of your face to catch a glance at your desperate gaze. his hips teasingly thrust up into you and he chuckled at your shocked reaction. the way your eyes widen and your hands scrambled to grip onto his shoulders was to die for.

“i can’t!” you wail pitifully, shaking your head and trying your best to nuzzle into his soft caress on your cheek. “s’too much! you’ve been doing this for almost thirty minutes… stop teasing, please…!” your voice strains and your thighs burn from being in this position for too long. you had gotten so close to your high, just teetering of the edge but he just wouldn’t let you chase the feeling.

“tch,” scaramouche tuts, scooting his paperwork out of the way. so he could focus on you better. your lower back was digging into the table, as he leaned in to get closer to you. he sucked on your collarbone, nibbling and biting hickeys down the valley of your breasts. “your whines and cries are so pretty to hear. it’s a shame you can’t take anymore.”

both of his hands are now fixated on your hips, slowly starting to guide them to roll against his lap. your clit rubs against his pelvis and you moan, eyes fluttering shut and your brain going hazy at the pleasure.

“it’s fine, though,” he lifts your hips up, before slamming them back down, his cock bumping up against your cervix. your eyes snap open almost immediately, blown wide and glossy. “i’ll just make you scream instead.”

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[kvnis]

౨ৎ ﹒happy birthday !

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!wanderer

୨୧﹑synopsis :; it’s wanderer’s birthday, but you’ve been ignoring him the whole day! when you give him his present, he’s unsatisfied, he just wants you instead !!

୨୧﹑genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, reader calls wanderer ‘kuni’, wanderer is avidly enrolled in the akademiya, mean wanderer, degrading, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, risky sex.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ aaa may be a bit late ‘m sorry!! i posted it when it was like 11pm so…

wanderer’s pen scribbled untidy notes onto the spare space he found somewhere in his notebook. his head rested on his palm as he pressed his pen harder and harder into the paper, almost creating a hole through his work.

his eyes flit to the open book in front of him. all the words merge together into one constructive blur. his hand tightens around his pen and he goes back to staring at his notes, but he couldn’t focus at all. his mind was riddled with thoughts of you.

you weren’t beside him when he woke up this morning, which was odd as he always got up way earlier than you out of habit. he hadn’t seen you for the whole day. there was no trace of your whereabouts anywhere around the house.

was he worried? absolutely not. was he angry? …slightly.

it was irritating, to say the least.

however, in the corner of his eye he made out a faint shadow, which looked like you. his eye shot up to be greeted with your figure, however you weren’t looking at him in the slightest.

his eyes narrowed in disgust at the sight. he saw you, that grin that was for his eyes and his eyes alone, being used with the general mahamatra. had you finally had enough of him? had you finally found someone better than him? impossible. laughable, even.

he knows you must’ve seen him, but you continued to brush off his existence. he slowly slips the hard cover of the book he was supposed to be making notes about closed. he sets his pen down, finally having enough.

his jaw is clenched and his indigo eyes are scrutinising you up and down. he finally gets to you, tugging your forearm to draw your attention to him.

“ah! kuni, there you—”

“can we talk?” he speaks through gritted teeth, giving the general a discreet judgemental look. “in private.”

he gives you an almost threatening look, his grip slowly tightening around your arm, until it got to the point you were sure it would bruise. the way he tugged you away from cyno already told you what you needed to know.

you were in deep shit.

he leads you through the halls, swerving scholars so much that you almost felt nauseous. you finally enter a secluded lecture hall, and with a small thud and a click the door was locked.

even though there weren’t a lot of people roaming the halls at this time of the year due to the new year, you still had anxieties plaguing the pit of your stomach. there were still a handful of people who decided to continue their studies early, and they could easily walk past and hear you both.

“tell me, then,” he spoke in a low tone from behind you. his hands trail to your waist and he spins you around, pressing your lower back onto a nearby table. “what’s your reason for ignoring me the full day? what’s the reason you were acting all giddy with that general mahamatra? going on dates with him now, are you?”

you nearly froze from how close he was to your face. his forehead pressed against yours and one hand firmly cupped against your cheek, not letting your eyes stray away from him one second.

“are you gonna answer me?” his eyes look you up and down, the hand on your waist now squeezing your thigh. the other hand pinches your cheek, making you wince slightly. “were you trying to make me jealous or something?”

“n-no, of course not!” you blurt out in panic, one of your hands which had been previously grasping the edge of the table coming to fumble in your pocket. “i was ignoring you the full day because… i wanted to give you this as a surprise, and i knew if i was with you i wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret.”

you slowly pull out a white box, skilfully wrapped in a blue ribbon which came to a bow at the top. you placed it in his hand, beckoning him to open it. his hands let go of you for a minute to tug at the fragile ribbon holding the box shut.

opening the lid, it reveals a golden chain which had a couple of padisarah charms and lotus charms, which were meaningless in his opinion. the one that really caught his eye was the one in the shape of a heart, with yours and his initials engraved onto it.

“and i made you a cake… i wanted to get home before you so i could celebrate with you…”

the silence that came from him was almost deafening. the only sound in the room was the sound of your breathing. he eyed the delicate ornament, before clipping it onto his vision silently and discarding the box to the side.

his hand returns to your thigh almost gently, before he grabbed your hips harshly and lifted you up onto the table with a grunt.

“that doesn’t change the fact that i’m still pissed off,” he slowly lowered himself onto his knees, resting his cheek against your thigh as he pulled you closer. “make it up to me, hm?”

he lifts up the hem of your skirt, letting the flimsy fabric pool at your hips, exposing the growing damp spot in your underwear. your heart was pounding in your ears as your body thrummed with your festering arousal. your shaky thighs pressed against his head, but his hands immediately went to your knees and pushed your legs open.

“don’t resist, just let me have my way with you. it’s the least you can do to repay me for how you’ve acted today.” his hand came up to hook under your soiled panties, pulling them down to your ankles and revealing your sopping folds.

he wastes no time, leaning in and licking a straight line up your glistening cunt, easily causing you to squirm and your hands to fly to his hair. you grip the strands for stability, a low cry leaving your lips.

his tongue trails up and down, savouring the sweet taste of your essence. he plants a hot, sizzling kiss to your clit before taking the bud into his mouth and sucking on it. his eyes trail up to see your expression, and the sight of him never fails to make your eyes roll back into your head.

his slender digits prod at your wet hole, before bullying their way deep into your gummy walls. they flutter and clench at the intrusion and you let out a moan which borderlines a desperate sob, rocking your hips against his face.

“look at your cunt, it’s practically sucking me in! what a fucking slut.” he coos, curling his fingers into that one spongy spot he knew would make you fold.

“please, please, please…” you beg and whine, yet you don’t even know what you’re begging for.

“‘please, please’,” he mocks your whining in a high pitched tone, chuckling against your cunt which only sends vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. “please what? instead of babbling like a brain dead whore, why don’t you tell me what you want?”

you choke back a cry in your throat, your eyes watering out of frustration. you grit your teeth, your eyes squeezing shut and tears rolling down your reddened cheeks.

“kuni, please, let me cum… i wanna cum… please…” your voice wavers slightly, your thighs twitching and clenching around him as you approach your limit. your moans go an octave higher and you seem more out of breath.

his breath hitched at the way you moaned out his name so shamelessly, and it only made the bulge in his pants harder.

you couldn’t bear to hold it in anymore, and you came on his fingers. a high pitched whine, left your raw throat and your back arched closer to him, your hand tugging at his hair. his motions stop and he pulls away from your clit with a wet pop. his breath fanned against your messy folds, his eyes looking up at you with an air of disappointment.

“i didn’t give you permission to do that, did i?”

your words choke back in your throat, and your glossy eyes follow his movements as he rises back up to meet you face to face.

“no… n-no i’m…” you stumble over your words for a moment, your thighs squeezing around his waist as he leans in closer, his breath fanning against your lips. “i just…”

“tch,” he pulls your hips flush with his as he swiftly begins to untie the rope holding his shorts up and in one fluid movement pulls his shorts and underwear off, revealing his leaking erection. “couldn’t even hold back, is that how much of a needy bitch you are for me?”

his head cranes to the side of your neck, letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin. his cock slips into your aching cunt, slowly settling inch by inch, stretching you out to your limits. “say it.”

your arms loop around his neck and you desperately pull him closer, your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in place. “want you… want your cock s’badly…” you whine out, gasping as he finally bottoms out in you.

his hips start to slowly rock into you, each drag against your walls making you twitch involuntarily. you’re left panting, grasping for purchase on the fabric of his shirt.

he swats your hand away, intertwining your fingers with his and pining your hand to the table. his free hand had a firm grip on your hip, keeping you in place in order to thrust deeper and harder into you.

you moan, a little too loudly for comfort. the hand that was previously on your lips now comes up to cover your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your moans.

“did you forget there’s people roaming the halls?”

you make a couple sounds of discontent, but he only marks his actions with a bundle of harsh thrusts which practically knocks your brain against your skull. your eyes trail down to his cock which was pistoning in and out of you.

despite how hypnotic the sight was, you managed to pull your gaze away to look up at him through your lashes, a lovestruck gaze on your face.

“awh, fuck— don’t look at me like that.” he spat through gritted teeth, removing his hand from your mouth and finding purchase on the plush of your thighs, spreading your legs impossible further.

his digits magnetise to your swollen bundle of nerves, and you practically scream as it brings you to your peak, your release soiling his dick and making a sticky ring of white around the base.

the sensations of your walls clamping around him makes him dizzy. a couple final into your warmth and he stills against the deepest part in you, shooting his seed deep into your womb. his face is nuzzled into your neck to conceal his blush.

his hips started to gently fuck his cum back into you, eliciting a pitiful whimper from your spent throat.

“so,” he smirks against your neck, softly chuckling. “about the cake…?”

usually, he wouldn’t pay any mind to his day of birth. he had forgotten all about it until you brought it up—however, it’s safe to say he had an exquisite birthday.

especially because when you got home, he was finally able to fuck you silly.

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[kvnis]

NEW KURONUSHI SMUT IDEA. HES SINGING AND PLAYING SHAMISEN IN ANOTHER ROOM AND WE'RE THINKING ABOUT HOW HOT HIS VOICE AND HIS FINGERS ARE, OR JUST HOW FUCKING SEXY HE IS IN GENERAL, AND START FINGERING OURSELVES TO THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE

WHILE PRACTICING HE HEARS THE NOISES WE'RE MAKING IN THE OTHER ROOM, AND HE DECIDES TO HELP US OUT 😈😼🔥💥🦅💯‼

౨ৎ ﹒ sexy voice !

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!kuronushi

୨୧﹑synopsis :; kuronushi’s voice is way too alluring, you can’t help yourself but get hot and bothered. so you try to sort it out! until you get caught, that is.

୨୧﹑genre :; nsfw, smut

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, established relationship, masturbating and getting caught, fingering, riding, creampie, reader wears a kimono, not proofread because i’m too lazy for that

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ MORE KURONUSHI 🔥🔥🫵 omg this is so hot like i’m like raaaaaaaaah yes, i’m sorry this took so long 💔 i literally had no motivation for a good month

the hot and heavy feeling in your abdomen refuses to go away, kuronushi is just too hot doing whatever he’s doing in the room next to your shared bedroom.

the sound of his soft singing voice turns all your inhibitions into mush, and oh, you can only imagine how his fingers looked while strumming the damned instrument.

your mind can’t help but wander to all the dirty things he could be doing right now, instead of practicing his shamisen.

him, fucking you into oblivion as he whispers the most dirtiest things in your ear with that voice of his. the thought alone is enough to make your hands drift to tug up your kimono to your hips and wander underneath your underwear.

your breath hitches as your cold hands come into contact with your warm clit. you slowly circle around the bud, biting your lip and letting your eyes flutter shut. everything tunes out and the only thing your focused on is his voice. it scratches every part of your brain and only pushes you further into the rabbit hole of your arousal.

a finger slowly sinks itself into your drooling pussy, making you let out a low moan as the wetness of yourself coats your finger. you cautiously add another finger, grinding the heel of your palm into your swollen bundle of nerves.

your thighs tremble and you struggle to keep them spread, beginning to pump your fingers in and out of you. you could feel your body heating up as you listen to just how hot his voice is.

the familiar feeling of your lower belly tightening signals that you were close. your breathing picks up and you can no longer control your moans. they’re loud, loud enough for kuronushi to hear. however, it just doesn’t give you the same sort of dopamine rush which you’d get whenever kuronushi got you close.

your desperation gets you nowhere, as the knot just strains but refuses to snap. you try everything, slamming your fingers at a different pace and angle, switching to rub your bud with slow, firm strokes. nothing.

at first, since you’re so desperate in getting yourself off, you don’t realise that his voice had stopped singing, his hands had stopped strumming, and he’s standing at the doorway—intently watching you.

your tear-filled eyes struggle to make out the person watching you, but as they slowly stalk over you realise and immediately freeze up. your eyes are widened as they followed kuronushi around the room.

“kuronushi… i-” you choked out, fingers stilling inside of you. you were too scared to pull them out, afraid of what he’d say when he sees the amount of slick coating them. fuck, you’re such a pervert, why were you even doing this in the first place?!

your heart skips a beat as his fingers wrap, one by one, around your wrist. he pulls your hand out of the confinements of your underwear, seeing them dripping in your arousal. an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment conjures within you and you begin to shy away from his gaze.

“and what’s this…?” he comments on your wet fingers, eyes flickering to yours. you, however, were looking off to the side to spare yourself some dignity. “were you trying to get off to the sound of my voice?” he coos, in that same exact tone he was singing in. the soft, elegant rasp that immediately made you fold.

you stutter out your next words, which weren’t really words. you couldn’t form a coherent sentence, and you didn’t even realise how his tongue came in contact with your fingers to lap up every drop of your arousal.

his hand comes down to hook onto the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down and throwing it off the side of the bed. his lips descend onto yours, swallowing up all your futile pleas.

two fingers run down your wet folds, spreading them out so that he can get a good look at you. his fingers trail down to your entrance, slowly sinking themselves in inch by inch, your cunt stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

your hips jerk up into his hold, his lips slowly parting from yours in order to trail kisses down your jawline and neck. this allows you to let out all the moans you want, the only sounds in the room being your voice and the lewd wet slaps of his fingers slamming in and out of you.

his digits curl in that specific way that always manages to press against your sweet spot, and it sends your mind into overdrive.

“a-ah… ‘nushi, fuck!” you groan, back arching into his touch. your gummy walls clamp down around his skilful fingers as his thumb comes down to rub tight circles around your swollen bud. it sends a surplus of endorphins throughout your entire body, almost making you sob.

“that’s it,” he rasps out, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, sucking on a fold of skin sensually. “you gonna cum around my fingers? that’s what you were fantasising about, no?”

you nod in rapid succession, shuddering and falling back against the silk pillows. “yesyesyes, please…!” you whine out, gasping sharply as he curls his fingers in that way again.

the peak of your orgasm crests and comes washing over you, finally giving you that dopamine rush that you had been trying so hard to get to on a silver platter.

your body goes limp as his fingers slowly pull out. your thighs lightly twitch at the sensitivity on your spent walls. you’re absolutely spent, and you can’t find the energy to move from your position.

it’s no problem for kuronushi, as he pulls you up and onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him. your juices were making an absolute mess of his baggy shorts, but did he care? not one bit.

“look at you, all fucked out like this,” he starts, his voice low and soft as he admires your facial features. “you think you can take one more for me, hm?”

you answer him with a soft hum, your eyes fluttering shut as you anticipate his next move. you can hear the rustling of clothes as he unties the checkered belt which holds his pants up, discarding them to the side with a clatter.

his needy hands push down his shorts, along with his underwear, the angry red tip of his cock pressing up against your slit. as soon as you feel it, your eyes snap open.

a gasp manages to escape you as he slowly lowers you down onto his cock, guiding you slowly with his hands on your hips.

your hands brace on his shoulders as you finally fit him in to the hilt. no matter how many times you did this with him, you’d never be able to ignore the absolute fullness that comes with it. the electric feeling every time he slowly pulls out, and back in—

his cock brushes against every sensitive spot in you, and you writhe and moan in his hold every time he lifts you so that he’s barely inside of you, then slamming you straight back down.

it pushes you to the brink of insanity, it all felt so fucking good. every time he slams you down makes his cock almost kiss your cervix, making your cunt clamp down around him, sucking him in more and coaxing him to be rougher, almost.

you finally take the effort to move against him, your hips rolling and grinding in tandem with his thrusts. one of his hands trail down from the comfort of your hip to fondle with your clit lovingly.

your thighs twitch around his lap as the familiar pressure winds up in the pit of your stomach. his fingers continue to rub tight circles around your sensitive nerves.

the fog of pleasure in your brain takes over, and your thighs struggle to support your weight any longer, trembling with the strain put on them. your hips grind against him, and you can tell that he’s close by the way his thrusts up into you become all the more sloppier.

“‘m close… your gonna take it all, you hear me?” his soft lips press against yours, his words muffled against you.

“every.” he thrusts into you harshly, punctuating his words as your moans get swallowed up by him. “last.” your hips stutter, breath staggering as you struggle to hold back your orgasm any longer. “drop.”

he stills inside of you, filling you up with his sticky release. the warmth entices you into your orgasm too, a misty haze of pleasure expanding in front of your eyes as they roll to the back of your head, and you swore you could see stars.

you collapse against him, head resting against his chest as you struggle to regain your breath. he lays himself back against the bed, slowly pulling out and letting his cum dribble down the inside of your thighs. you let out a low whimper, acknowledging the mess that you’re in.

and even in that moment, your gaze shifted from his lips to his fingers. god, you were so far gone, you just couldn’t get enough.

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[kvnis]

but.. but.. soft dom scara

i swear everyone sleeps on him

WHAT IF HE’S LITERALLY BALLS DEEP IN YOU WITH HIS FACE BURIED IN YOUR NECK JUST BABBLING AND WHINING ABOUT HOW GOOD YOU FEEL AROUND HIM AND HOW CLOSE HE IS AND HOW BAD BE WANTS TO-

thank you for your time.

౨ৎ ﹒ soft dom scara .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑synopsis :; just scaramouche absolutely falling apart from how good you feel !

୨୧﹑genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑content :; fem!reader, established relationship, this one is rlly rlly short i apologise!! scara is down bad this time, soft scara, implied multiple orgasms at the end kinda, unprotected sex, cumming inside, not proofread

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ blushing kicking my feet omfg he’s so cutiepie 😊 i need him so bad anyways!! sorry if this is bad i haven’t written in ages omg…

it’s doomed to be shameful, the lewd wet sound coming from the action of scaramouche slowly sinking his length inch by inch into you, his mind turning to mush at the much familiar feeling of your walls hugging him firmly.

his breathing is soft but heavy against the edges of your lips, his eyes fixated on the sight of him disappearing within you. his hands slowly descend to the plush of your hips, tugging your body impossibly closer to his, the heat of your combined bodies making you dizzy.

he gasps softly, his breath coming out in a soft whimper. his lips come down to press against yours to give you a tender kiss as he bottoms out inside of you with a final snap of his hips.

the way your cunt practically sucked him in made him crazy. he parts from your slow kiss and proceeds to bury his face in your neck as he slowly begins to grind his hips against you, barely moving out of you in order to make you feel every twitch and throb of his girth.

“gods, you’re driving me crazy…” scaramouche mutters against your neck, planting a soft kiss against your pulse point. you moan under his affection, hands coming to tangle into his indigo locks.

as soon as he feels you tug on his hair, he begins to move properly. he slowly and carefully pulls out of you, before burying himself back inside with a smack of his hips.

“s-scara…” your voice comes out in a slur, every push of his hips inside of you making you writhe and moan.

“fuck, you feel so good…” scaramouche whines into your neck, showing some rare vulnerability. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hips flush into yours. his hands come down to your thighs for support as he starts to pump in and out of you.

it’s languid, and he’s savouring every moment he feels your wet cunt squeeze him tighter. it makes him crumble, breaking the concrete of his resolve and turning him into putty in your grasp, perfectly malleable for you.

he hides the flush on his cheeks by peppering kisses up and down the length of your neck, focusing on just how good you feel around him—how tight your pussy feels around him, how every time he angles himself deeper your thighs twitch.

you feel your orgasm approach as the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot, eliciting a low whimper from your throat. your moans are continuous, each shallow thrust of his hips making them move up an octave.

his thrusts become more sloppy, and you can tell he’s getting closer to his orgasm too.

“m’gonna cum… please,” scaramouche practically sobs into your neck. “so close, so close.”

the rest of his words trail off into incoherent whines and babbles about how good you feel. his lips are suctioned to your neck, coaxing out more noises from your wet lips.

that was enough to tip you over the edge. you came with a soft moan, eyes rolling back in your head as your walls clamp down around him, coating his cock with your slick.

the feeling drives him wild, making his hands shake as they grope your thighs, pushing them further apart. he makes sure to treat you to one harsh thrust, before keeping himself deep inside as he came, ribboning his warm, sticky cum into you.

he’s a panting mess, bangs sticking to his forehead and he keeps himself inside of you, revelling in the feeling of your abused pussy leaking out, fucked full with his release.

“one more?” he pleads into your ear, slowly grinding himself against you once more. you felt too good, he couldn’t get enough. “can you take one more for me…”

it’s almost like he’s trying to manipulate you, toy with your tired, post-orgasm hazy brain. all you managed to let out was a tired groan, followed by what seemed like a nod in his eyes.

a smile makes its way across his face, and he parts from your neck to give you a gentle kiss, making sure not to be too aggressive in order to not hurt you.

his hips began to move again, dragging against your sensitive walls with care. a lazy hum leaves scaramouche’s mouth as he watches your cunt struggle to stretch out against his cock—all abused, and he felt a sense of pride that this was his doing—and you just knew that you were in for it this time.

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