#genshin scaramouche smut

[toruslvt]

 IT HAS TO BE NOW ?

XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE, KAEYA + FEM!READER

mdni. semi public sx, exhibitionism, degradation ( scara, he's a little shit ) creampies, cockwarming ( kaeya )

to any other person walking around Wangshu Inn, the sight of Xiao with his arms wrapped around his lovely girlfriend at the top balcony of the inn, brought them only fondness over the couple. luckily none of them dared step into the intimate space, or else they would've noticed the young adepti’s pants slightly lower on his hips, blushed face and shaky exhalations from the tight grip of your hot pussy around his cock.

“xiao...” you gasp, clutching onto the wooden railing right behind your hips, roughly pressing into the soft skin of your ass, “they’ll see” yet he doesn't reply, instead pressing you closer to his chest, sliding in a bit deeper into your heat as the man whines loudly on your neck. you can’t deny Xiao looks utterly cute all whiney and fucked out just from the squeeze of your walls around his length, pressing into you with soft, barely noticeable grinds that’s mostly him staining your insides with immense amounts of precum.

“im so close, please... just a bit more” Xiao huffs, pinning your hips against the rail so you have nowhere to move as he starts to buck into you, taking your creamy pussy right where he wants. one of his hands go unnoticed under your drenched panties, which are just roughly pushed aside and catching the drops of slick that pour out of your cunt, adding enough lubrication to your pretty puffy clit. “cum, I need to feel you cum around me” he hisses, almost in pain from how tight your hole sucks on his length, pulling him nice and deep for his cum to spurt into your pussy as you convulse and cum around him, head hanging low in an attempt to hide the pleasured look on your face from any poor unlucky traveler.

“everyone in the Akademiya is so fuckin' stupid” Scaramouche hisses under his breath, followed by a string of curses that you have no idea who he learnt from. the other thing you wonder about is how is he capable of speaking so much while undoing your shirt buttons, roughly tossing it open for his hands to cup your breasts, tugging on the slightly hardened nipple from the outdoors breeze.

“they can go to their dumb explorations alone I don’t know why they would want me there” your boyfriend complains again, pushing you further until your hands press against the rocky stone behind the Akademiya, right where the path ended and a slightly secluded spot appeared from behind a couple of branches.

“are you sure no one comes around here?” you ask ignoring his complaints, which get cut off suddenly before he grunts.

“yeah I'm sure, besides...” Scaramouche smirks to himself, raising your skirt until the fabric bunches on your hips, roughly pushing your underwear down for two of his fingers to slide across your slit, “you’re so wet, this whole thing turns you on, huh? what a slut”

you try to fight back, you really do but your words die in your throat as soon as Scaramouche’s dick presses against your entrance, inching inside so painfully slow you could only whimper, spreading out your legs for his forcefully thrusting inside your pussy, not giving a fuck if anyone could hear his loud throaty groans of pleasure, nor the loud squelching sound of your cunt getting pounded roughly. it takes you an embarrassing short time to cum, being stimulated since hours earlier did the trick but neither you nor Scaramouche could take your sweet time, and the flutter of your walls is enough to make your boyfriend cum as well, humping into your back for every drop of cum to be deep in your pussy.

a soft spank on your ass and he's quick to fix your panties, watching them wetten by the mixture of your slick and his cum, “see you at home” he smirks and leaves a kiss on your lips, at least now, cheerfully walking back into the Akademiya.

“you’re doing amazing, baby, just hold in a little more” Kaeya whispers in your ear, his voice so soothing you could only nod, although unable to resist the urge to squirm in your place, accidentally squeezing harder against the man’s cock slotted deep inside your walls. his arms clutch harder around your waist, forcing you to sit quietly on his lap, the long skirts you wore enough to cover your laps and the lewd action you were participating in at the second floor of Angel’s share.

you whine, soft and breathy, noticing by the corner of your eye, how Kaeya seemed to be a bit too slow in drinking his last glass of wine, swirling the cup between his palm with a soft smirk always present on your lover’s face. his name comes out of your mouth almost in a beg, to which he replies with a chuckle, “what is it, darling? you’ve been so good so far, I know you can just wait a bit more, can you?” he whispers sultry, bouncing his leg so you choke out on a moan at the sensation of his cock caressing your insides.

“y-yeah, I can” you mutter.

“that’s my good girl” your boyfriend praises in a melodic tone, leaving a soft kiss on your neck before his free hand slides under your skirt, rubbing on your bare puffy clit until your walls quiver around his cock, ripping a groan out of his lips and a follow up praise. “i wish for nothing else than bending and fucking you right here” he sighs, deep and full of lust as you hiccup in need, “but we can’t leave just yet, that’d be a pity” Kaeya mocks, continuing his assault on your clit as his uncovered eye glimmers with amusement, adoring how your forehead rests against the table, eyes closed shut and whines coming out freely out of your mouth. he just needs to see you cum, to make a mess around his cock with a broken sob and nails digging in the wood of the bench for plenty of people to wonder what were those marks made from.

[scarafvcker]

synopsis: scaramouche gives you the best birthday present of all (i.e. he wakes you up by tongue fucking)

cw: somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, afab!reader

word count: 1300+

a/n: happy birthday, my love 💜

scaramouche pushed open the door to your shared bedroom, seeing your sleeping figure splayed out atop of the sheets—too exhausted to crawl under them and make yourself all nice and cozy. he let out an amused sigh, a smirk creeping up onto his lips as he creeps over to your side of the bed. you were laying on your back with a tiny sliver of your midriff peeking out from your rolled up shirt and his eyes trailed up and down your entire body. the bed dipped under his weight and you were too asleep to notice his hands creeping under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your skin while venturing up your waist and over your ribs.

“beautiful,” he whispers to himself, admiring your sleeping face while his thumb grazes over your rib before the rest of his fingers slide up and around the soft flesh of your chest. kneading your tit, he lets out a content sigh and the bed shifted further under his weight as he leaned closer to your sleeping body. his thumb rubbed back and forth against your hardening nipple while his free hand gently guided your shirt up and over your chest, revealing your tits to his greedy gaze. the room was shrouded in darkness and the only source of light was the red numbers on the digital clock sitting atop your nightstand which was just barely enough for him to see your unconscious body through the dark.

your chest rose and fell with each breath you took and scaramouche found himself leaning even closer to you until his face hovered right above your tits. pressing a light kiss onto one of your nipples, he moved his free hand up and down your body—from your neck to your stomach to your thighs and back up to your other boob. he flicked the tip of his tongue against your left nipple a few times before closing his lips around it, shutting his eyes and sucking gently. with his lips suctioned onto your areola and his tongue swirling around your nipple, he guided a hand down your side, his finger trailing over your ribs and following the dip of your waist all the way down to your hip and then your thigh.

he pulled his head back, your nipple falling out from his mouth with a lewd pop as he looked over your unconscious figure once more. he glanced over at the clock just in time to witness it strike midnight, smirking to himself as his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants. “happy birthday, my love,” he whispered to himself, bringing his lips back to your skin. he peppers gentle kisses down your stomach while slowly guiding your pants off, his lips getting lower and lower until they meet the skin right above the hem of your underwear.

he tossed your pants over his shoulder, discarding them into a forgotten corner of your dark room before your underwear followed suit. the bed shifted one last time as he laid himself onto his stomach, positioning your legs over his shoulders. hands gripping at your thighs and lips dancing across your skin was not enough for you to wake, the actions only fueling the desire within your unconscious body. hands pulling apart your legs and lips suctioning light red marks onto your skin was not enough for you to wake, the actions only feeding the lust he had been holding back all day. 

he smiled widely as he imagined your reaction when you woke up in the morning to find your inner thighs littered in deep purple hickeys, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your leg and pulling it away from his head. he lowers his face, letting out a brief string of cool air from his mouth and feeling the instinctual twitch of your body. his hands slid down from your thighs to hook over your hips, pulling you closer to his face with a quiet grunt. 

he wanted to savour this—every single second of your subconscious signs of pleasure, every single second of teasing your unaware body. he wanted to savour this but damn.. your reactions—intentional or not, aware or not—made him want to give in to his greed. he scooted you closer once more, feeling the humid heat of your pussy just an inch away from his cheek as he presses another kiss onto the plush flesh of your inner thigh. this time, he scratches his teeth against your skin lightly, listening to the way your breath hitches at the action and he just can’t starve himself any longer. 

he kisses you one more time, feeling your clit harden against his lips before sliding his tongue from your slickened hole up to your throbbing clit. he swallows with a deep hum before repeating the action. “happy birthday,” he whispers into your cunt, running the tip of his tongue over your clit and relishing in the way you squirm in your sleep. 

he slides his hand down, rubbing his middle finger all over your vulva to spread your slick around. flattening his tongue as he presses it onto your clit, his middle finger slowly dips into the entrance of your hole before pulling back out. a quiet whine leaves your lips and the sound doesn’t go unnoticed by him—even asleep, you’re still a needy brat. he moves his head from side to side slowly, his tongue sliding against your clit in a gentle left-to-right movement while his middle finger continues to sit just outside of your twitching hole. his tongue slides down to dip into you, your cunt clenching around it which earns another groan from him. 

quiet whimpers slip from your unknowing lips while his tongue thrashes around inside you. he quickly gathers as much of your juices before swallowing it all and moving back to your clit with a deepened lust. his finger slides into your pussy with ease, his tongue vibrating against your throbbing clit when he groaned at the feeling of you clenching and twitching. he grinds his hips against the bed, his cock painfully hard as he eats you out greedily. “fucking perfect,” he groans while his finger hooks upwards into that rigid spot inside you, earning a tight clench and a lewd slur of his name from you.

he knew your body like the back of his hand, finding your g-spot with ease and immediately sliding his ring finger in to stretch you out some more. he curled his fingers inside you, attacking your sweet spot with an increasing intensity while he shakes his head and uses the movement to lick your clit like a man starved. his free hand slid up to your stomach, pressing firmly on your lower belly to increase the pleasure even more.

you twitched awake under him with a loud moan, your vision blurry as you stared into the darkness of the room. your entire being was burning hot even with the cold night air and the realization of the situation made it even hotter. 

scaramouche chuckled and his tongue vibrated against your sensitive clit with each word he spoke, “happy birthday, my love.” he repeatedly fucked his fingers into your sweet spot and wrapped his lips around your cunt, letting out guttural groans and grunts to match your lustful moans and whines. your trembling legs snapped shut around his head but he kept going, finally bringing you over the edge and leaving you a thrashing mess. your cunt squeezes his fingers tightly and you swear your heart stops for a second as the knot within you finally snaps. you cum all over his tongue and fingers with a loud moan, your body thrashing as he laps up and swallows every single drop. as your legs go limp on his shoulders he sits up on his knees, reaching down to slip his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts while he smirks at you.

[fatuifucker]

The urge to overstimulate scara till he's a whining sobbing mess... God he would look so pretty 😋🤭

sub trans! wanderer x dom gn reader (cock can be read as strap)

WARNINGS = smut, penetration (reader giving), oral (reader giving), overstimulation, praise at the end, wanderer is named kuni

A/N = experimenting with my writing style again, i feel like trans scara doesn't do as well as amab scara but listen its my blog and if i want to write scara squirting in the reader's face over and over again i will

W/C = 0.7k

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril

He's perfect when he's not running his mouth, name-calling his enemies in fights, or being all high and mighty. No, you much prefer him panting, tongue out like a dog in heat, eyes rolled back and hands clutching onto your scalp. And you, on your knees, face buried into his slutty pussy.

“Just you wait I’ll— I’ll get back at— uh~haah!”

You give him a simple “mhm” as you pull on his puffy clit, coaxing another adorable cry from the Wanderer. Supple thighs squeeze your head, searching for some sort of purchase as you ruin him with your tongue. It’s hot, messy and scorching, legs quivering as he grinds his cunt against you, begging you to give him more. He’s irresistible. Pussy juice as sweet as divine honey, an addictive ambrosia you can’t get enough of; lapping it all up, drinking and drinking as he twists and turns on the bed.

You rub your thighs against each other to ease the heat, restraining the urge to outright fingerfuck yourself. You squeeze your thighs together as you blow on the hardened bulb — watching him writhe — before taking it in your mouth and suckling on the bub. The warmth encapsulates his tiny, oversensitive clit, while fingers rub and stretch his tight inner walls. Yet it isn't enough for the desperate little doll, spreading puffy labia with the aid of a pair of hands; a wordless plea for your tongue. The shape of anatomy revealed in exhaustive detail, displaying his drenched, needy pussy even to the pearlescent drops that hang on his lips and, oh, is your throat parched.

Your tongue glides across his folds, eating up each submissive moan he procures as he gets closer and closer to his incoming high…and breaks. Kuni gives the most adorable squeal as spurts of slick gushes out of his pulsing cunt, soaking you in his wetness, splattering all over your clothes in little drops. You stare in awe as Kuni turns away, hiding his scarlet-dyed face with his hands.

"Don't…don't say a word."

"That was unbelievably hot, Kuni."

"I told you not to say anything." Indigo eyes narrow as he glares at you, those same eyes widening upon seeing your dick lined to his cunt. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"I want to see you like that again. If you'll let me." Your palms ghost his trembling thighs, waiting for permission.

The Wanderer's mouth opens and closes, weighing his options before finally, it forms a "yes."

He winces as you penetrate him, stretching the crevices of his flesh in a sublime saccharine pleasure-pain. The pliant hole squeezes around your cock, clamping down on you as you pound him. Hands roam around his body — his tiny waist and hips, squishy thighs that taunt you for a bite, a neck marked in hues of red that will fade away in a few hours time — before settling on his clit once more. 

You pull all the way out, leaving just the tip, and snap your hips, thrusting all the way in. The noise that comes out of the Wanderer is just delectable: a garbled cry as if he choked on a cock. Each snap of your hips forces another moan from the exhausted doll, hands fumbling before deciding to settle on your back, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he babbles in his lust-drunk language.

His slippery clit aches from the abuse from your fingers that spares him no mercy; the movements clumsy and erratic, yet each ministration garnering the sweetest gasps from the puppet-doll as his hole twitches. He’s too far gone. Lost in subspace as he chants your name like a mantra. Mesmerising is what he is; moonlight reflecting the beads of sweat on his snow-white face as he lays there and accepts everything that you have you give him, even if it’s more than he can take. He comes undone with a shriek, legs shuddering and face twisted in pleasure as he squirts his gossamer juices and coats your legs with stickiness.

The Wanderer lays motionless, grimacing ever so slightly as you slowly pull your cock out. Hands caresses the Wanderer’s cheeks, your hushed voice whispering coos and praises in his ears as you plant kisses all over his face. He turns his head for a kiss on the lips, giving you a tired yet sincere smile.

“Thank you.”

[tokkishouse]

(Nsfw) Moonlit Intimacy

Characters: Scaramouche x fem bodied!Reader

Warnings: NSFW-- explicit sex, vaginal penetration, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names (princess), implied cockwarming at the end, Scaramouche is probably softer than he would be lmao, mdni!!

WC: 1.6k words

Note: Thank you for 100 followers! I'm so happy you all enjoy my writing ❤️

Under the light of the moon, outside your shared home, you and Scaramouche were pressed up against each other, kissing as if you'd never felt intimacy before. Hands roamed each other's bodies, groping and grabbing at whatever you could.

While out walking around Sumeru, some random drunkard made a couple comments to you. You brushed them off, but Scaramouche didn't let it slide. He let a few harsh words spill out and dragged you home.

That's how you got to the position you're in right now. You hadn't even made it past the front door when he spun you around and held you against the door.

You manage to break free from the heated kiss, gasping for air. He looked at you, cheeks flushed and breathless. Violet eyes watch your every moment, darkened with the familiar and dangerous look of lust.

"Inside...let's go inside," you manage to breathe out, hands sliding down and grabbing the door handle. The wanderer hums in response, watching you enter the home. He stays quiet as he follows you, taking your hand into his as you lead him back to the bedroom. The moment you're both inside, he's stepping forward to guide you to the bed, tossing his hat to the side.

You fall back as your legs hit the bed, sinking into the cushioned bed. He crawls on the bed, leering at you, and suddenly you feel like prey being hunted down. He reaches one hand up and grabs your neck, applying enough pressure to make you gasp.

"You're so precious to me, Y/N. You know that right?" He questions, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and gathering spit and saliva. You whine, unable to do much else as your lover has his fun. As drool builds up and starts dribbling out the corner of your mouth, he gets his fill, pulling his hand back.

Scaramouche sits back on his legs, working on undressing himself. You sit up to watch as he carefully undoes the ropes and sashes holding his outfit. You bite your lip, rubbing your legs together as you watch him undress, taking in the milky white skin shining under the moonlight. Muscles flex as he slides his arm covers off, tossing them to the side.

He looks over at you through his lashes and his lips curl into a smile.

"Not going to strip? That's not fair to me Y/N," he teases, and you sit up embarrassed. You move to strip, but his hands stop yours.

"No no, clearly you want me to do everything. So just sit your pretty little self still and I'll handle it, hm?" His words make your cheeks darken but you nod, watching his hands slide down your arms and work to strip you of your clothes. They're careful but quick, and soon you're down to your undergarments.

Slim fingers hook under the elastic waistband of your panties and he looks up at you, waiting for you to stop him. You make no moves to slow him down and he pulls them down your legs, hissing at the sight of a sticky string of your arousal clinging to your underwear.

"So pretty, and just for me," Scaramouche murmurs, laying down and adjusting your legs so they're on either side of him. He leans forward and kisses your clit, causing you to squeak in surprise. Instinctively, you try to close your legs but his hands are fast and dig into your thighs, keeping them spread.

"Keep 'em spread for me, princess," he commands, and you nod. You don't get any further prep before his lips are against your folds and his tongue is lapping inside your pussy. Moans tumble out your mouth as his tongue works its wonders inside you, lapping up your juices and exploring your walls. His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and suck, sending your back arching and forcing an unholy scream out of you.

"F-feels good..more please~" You plead. Scaramouche chuckles against your dripping entrance, and you feel your muscles tighten from the vibrations.

"Whatever you want, princess." He continues his focus on your clit, flattening his tongue against the nub. Juices gush out of your pussy, staining the sheets, and the smell of sweat and sex fills the air. You could feel your high approaching-- it was like a coil tightening in your stomach, winding up more and more. It was just out of reach-- like your fingers were brushing right against it. So close...so, so...

You choke on air at the feeling of Scaramouche's fingers curling inside you. They pump inside your fluttering pussy, coaxing more of your arousal out. Your desperate cries fill the room-- the added stimulation pushes you closer to your bubbling orgasm. Just one more push and-

His fingers brush against a special spot and it's enough to send your orgasm crashing down. He quickly pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, and you can hear him slurping up everything you give him. You chant his name over and over, eyes fluttering close. Your thighs tremble and twitch, barely able to keep their upright position. It's like floating on air-- your voice devolves into quiet whimpers, even after Scaramouche pulls away from your pussy.

His face glistens with your juices and he watches you, absolutely enamored by your blissed-out state. His hands slide up and grab your waist as he adjusts himself to be slotted between your legs.

"Hey pretty, are you still with me?" He gently questions, giving you a loving squeeze. "Do we need to stop here?"

You hum and reach up as best as you can-- your hands felt like jello.

" 's okay...keep going. Wan' you to cum in me," you sigh. You watch your lover's pupils become blown out. Your words go straight to his dick and he's quickly working to get the rest of his clothes removed.

He readjusts the both of you and you feel the head of his dick pressed against your entrance. It was on the slimmer side but had a nice vein that trailed from the tip down to the base. Your essence coats the tip, working as lube. One of his hands grabs yours and squeezes while the other grasps the sheets next to your head. In one swift motion, he pushes himself in. You let out a pathetic sob, the feeling of being split open overwhelming you.

When he's fully sheathed, he stays in place, giving you a moment to breathe. Scaramouche watches the slow rise and fall of your chest as you gasp for air. You look up at him through your lashes, clumped together by your tears and tongue lolling out.

"How sinful. To think that I did this to you," he curses, and he rolls his hips, eliciting a lewd moan out of you. "How ruined can I make you, princess?"

He pulls his hips back, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Your complaints are short-lived as he thrusts back into you and begins a steady pace. Instantly, you wrap your legs and free hand around his body, sobbing out moans. The bed rocks and creaks with his movements, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room. He leans down and captures your lips with his, groaning in pleasure.

Your walls squeeze him as the tip brushes against that one tantalizing spot inside you. Every time he thrusts fully into you, your cloudy juices squirt out, coating the base of his cock in a white ring. And when he pulls out, one glance lets you see that his shaft is coated in your essence, reminding both of you how well he was treating you.

That familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching creeps over you-- like waves batting against a wall moments from crumbling.

" 'm close! K-Kuni I'm close~" you plead to him, fingers sliding up and curling in his hair to tug hard. His eyes roll back and he lets out a despicable moan, his lust absolutely evident.

"C'mon princess-- cum for me. I've got you," he manages to whisper. He moves his hand to between the both of you and starts palming your clit, timing it on the off-beats of his thrusts. Your vision turns to stars as you arch into his touches, and the walls come crumbling down. Your 2nd orgasm washes over you, sending your pussy into flutters as it squeezes around Scaramouche's cock.

He doesn't slow down, instead picking up his speed as much as he could with your walls squeezing. Your high was never-ending as you gushed more and more, drenching the sheets under you.

"So good to me...I'll give you what you want. I'll cum in this pretty pussy of yours," he promises, kissing down your jaw.

His thrusts falter a bit as he feels his muscles tire in his thighs. One, two, three thrusts-- and he pushes fully inside one last time, cumming. You whimper, feeling hot as his cum floods inside you. You two stay there, intertwined with each other. You slowly quieten as the aftershocks of your orgasm run their course. Scaramouche absentmindedly thumbs your waist, humming lowly.

"You okay?" He questions, keeping his voice low. You nod, peeking up at him.

"Tired, want to sleep."

He doesn't waste any time, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. He maneuvers you around, still sheathed inside you fully. Wrapping your arms around him, he buries your face in your back, wincing when he feels your insides squeeze him.

"Good night, Y/N."

🙈 It's been a hot minute since I've written smut.

Requests (sfw and nsfw) are open~!

[yourangel137]

Gorgeous to me

This is written for my dear Dainsleif anon and anyone else who feels insecure about having smaller breasts/being flat chested. I hope you like it <3 @miam0re thank you for picking the other characters out!

Genre: fluff + Suggestive/SMUT

Pairs: Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Zhongli x FEM!reader

Warning: SMUT, lots of love to your chest, biting/hickeys/marking, foreplay

Word count: 1064 words

Summary: Reader is insecure about her chest, but these boys love her no matter what and are sure to show it <3

With a slight tremble in your hands you remove the last piece of clothing you have on. Cheeks flare up now being fully bare in front of your lover, too scared to look him in the eyes. Brain going wild with thoughts of worry and insecurity, confidence you once felt now completely gone out of the window. What if he’s going to laugh at you? Think you’re ugly? Your throat betrays you, a clump forming and words not finding its way out. After what felt like forever, you hear him clear his throat and you finally manage to look him in the eyes.

♡Scaramouche♡

“Why are you so nervous?” You hear him say, one eyebrow slightly raised while showing you a look of confusion but also slight annoyance. “Do you want us to stop?” His voice sounds slightly annoyed but as soon as he sees your expression show the slightest bit of pain from his words and attitude, he apologizes.

“I’m just very insecure about my chest.. I’m scared you don’t like it..” Your trembling voice speaks out. Your eyes wander down again, avoiding his eyes once again.

“Why wouldn’t I? Why think of such stupid things to begin with?” You feel his fingers under your chin, your head being lifted up by them so you will have to look him in the eyes. “I don’t want sex for your body, but for you as a person, idiot.” You soon feel his lips press on yours, slowly moving them in sync with yours and softly pushing you down on the bed. Before he continues, he breaks the kiss with a smirk plastered on his face. “Relax, you’ll feel good, I’ll make sure you forget about your insecurity real quick~”

Before you can fully answer him, you already feel his lips press against your neck, pressing small kisses here and there while one of his hands move down to your chest, softly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. A quiet moan leaves your lips, getting more excited than you thought you would while your lover marks your neck with pretty hickeys. His teeth gently graze over your collarbone before he digs his teeth in your skin. He’s right, your brain fills up with so much excitement, you forget about your insecurities real quick.

Though, what truly ends up helping you forget were the words he told you after giving your breasts the love they deserve: “You’re beautiful to me. Whether you believe me or not, I don’t care. Just take the compliment.”

♡Dainsleif♡

“Are you nervous, honey?” His voice remains calm and collected, not wanting to make you any more nervous than you already are. You nod and look down again, fiddling with your fingers to hide the embarrassment you feel. “You don’t have to be nervous, you’re absolutely gorgeous you know that?” Your cheeks flare up more and you look up at your boyfriend Dainsleif. His facial expression shows worry and love for you and knowing he doesn’t show any negative expressions already makes you feel a lot more comfortable. “Really? You mean that? But it’s.. I’m so flat.. I thought you’d be weirded out by it or think of me as any less of a woman..”

“Why would I think that? You’re gorgeous to me. I don’t see anything wrong your chest, honey.” You take a deep breath, nerves leaving your body a little and confidence taking its place again.

You feel his hands softly grab onto your waist and he places a soft kiss on yours. “Do you want to continue or do you rather we stop for now?” He places a kiss on your cheek and one on your lips again while his thumbs rub circles over your exposed skin. “We can continue.”

Dainsleif pushes you down on the bed and gets on top of you, his lips trail butterfly kisses all over your neck down to your chest. His tongue flicks over your nipple and waits for your reaction before he continues. Your mewls and moans makes him more and more excited as his hands worship your body, holding and stroking every inch of your skin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He speaks out again before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it softly.

Your hand gently grabs onto his hair, stroking and pulling it softly while he takes his sweet time loving your chest. “Y-you’re also handsome..” You manage to speak out, mewls and moans soon following afterwards.

For a second, Dainsleif moves away from your nipples and says: “Thank you, honey.” Before he continues making you feel good once again.

♡Zhongli♡

“You’re stunning, darling.” He immediately calls out, your cheeks flushes from his compliment. “I wouldn’t change one bit about you, you’re perfect, including your chest.”

“How did you know?..”

His hands gently cup your cheeks, lips pressing against yours softly. “I could see it in your expression and change of attitude when you removed your top.” You’re melting in his hands, his thumbs softly stroking your cheeks and his lips pressing soft kisses on your own. “I know everyone has at least one thing they are insecure about, just know I love all of you. I love all your insecurities and all of what you think are flaws. One day you’ll see how stunning you are, I’ll be sure to make you believe it.”

Your body flushes, slightly trembling from excitement and happiness. Happiness from the love you’re receiving and excitement for the thought of continuing with your lover. Upon your reaction, he kisses you again, this time slightly less gentle and more passionate. He too, wants to continue and make you feel high from the pleasure he’d give you.

The passionate kiss makes you whimper, asking for more in a way you didn’t have to break the kiss and ask with words. His fingers trail over your body, giving your nipples the attention it wants so badly. His love radiates through his actions and your body reacts to it with more and more excitement. You expected your first time sex with him to be lovable and he knows exactly how to express that love to you. He’s worshipping you and you’re not complaining for one bit. His thumb rubs gently over your clit, lips still finding more skin to kiss and love. “I’ll be sure to make you moan for me tonight~”

Thank you for reading! <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 11-07-2023

[melon-noot]

Let Him Cook! °.•~*

Synopsis - You’re trying to “cook” when all of the sudden Scaramouche can’t handle your “cooking” anymore.

Nsfw warning - creampie, grinding, overstimulating, afab!reader, etc.?

A/N - I haven’t written in a LONG time so please forgive me if this is awful i’m just in a drabble mood… 🦎

~🍙🤍☁️~

The first warning was the “innocent” bending over as you looked in the fridge for something. Next, was when you were “teaching” him how to cut vegetables with one hand guiding his knife and the other toying with his waist band.

Now, he was stir frying all of the ingredients when all of the sudden, “Ow!” Your boyfriend hissed when a speck of oil had seemed to pop him on his finger. He instinctively placed his finger in his mouth as the noodles continued to sizzle in the pan.

When you heard the sudden noise as you were cleaning the counter, you immediately rushed to his aid. “Are you ok, baby? What happened?”

“Ahh, it’s nothing,” Scaramouche pulled his finger out of his mouth to show you, “Just got popped by oil.”

“Here, I can make it feel better.” Almost by second nature, your hands went to hold onto his wrist as you pulled his finger into your mouth. As your saliva coated his finger, perverted thoughts began racing through Scaramouche’s mind. Everything building up to this point had only made him snap.

In a heartbeat, he pulled the digit out of your mouth and pulled you in by the waist for a kiss. The kiss quickly escalated into something more heated with his hands all over you. Every grope of your body seemed to have clouded both of your thoughts more and more.

“Mnn— Scara~” You breathed desperately between kisses, but you couldn’t seem to get away from Scaramouche’s grasp on your hips.

“Turn around.” He commanded in a low voice, letting go of his grip on you. Startled by his change in tone, you obeyed and faced the counter where he suddenly bent you over and began grinding on you.

“Fuck, Scara are you—?”

“Look what you did, slut.”

Your breath got hotter when you felt his hard dick against your clothed ass, at this point you were beyond turned on.

“Please~” you begged, clenching your fist as you got hornier and hornier for him to just fuck you already.

“Ahhh, now you want me to fuck you? After all that teasing, whore?”

He peeled your pants down and began to tease your hole with his cock already dripping with pre-cum. “Beg for it, scum.”

“Scara, baby— please.” You whined for him, tempted to move your hips closer to his cock.

“Atta girl~” He thrusted into you with ease, causing the both of you to let out a slight moan. His hands only squeeze down your hips tighter.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His voice was breathy as he continued to ram against your walls desperately.

“Ngh~! Oh f-fuck~~ S-scara slower please~” Your hips seemed to be squirming out of his hold which only made him hold you tighter. Then, he did slow down, however, this only made him pound you harder, hitting your g-spot.

“Yes~ right there~~”

You let out a louder moan, making him chuckle at how weak you were under him. “You’re so ff—fucking needy.” He groaned as each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of your bodies.

“Mnnh~ I-I’m gonna cum, baby~”

Scaramouche leans over close to your ear, making you hear his pants as he fucks you,

“Good, cum on my cock you dirty fucking slut.”

You let out a loud sound when you felt your climax reach. You let your muscles relax for a bit before you felt Scaramouche pulling on your scalp and continuing to slam into your sensitive insides.

“Fuck— Scara what are you—“

“You’re not done till I say you’re done, mutt.”

You felt his movement become more desperate as you now were melting under his overstimulation. “Baby— nghh~ I-I don’t know i-if I can—“

“Shut the fuck up and take it, damn it.”

His dick fucking your insides made all your senses go up as your eyes rolled from the amount of pleasure he continued to send into your body.

“Fuck fuck fuck— I’m gonna cum~”

Scaramouche moaned before he sent his last thrust into your body. When he pulled out, he watched all of your mixed liquids leak out of you.

When the both of you cleaned up, somehow the food didn’t burn over the pan (maybe a little but it wasn’t noticeable.) However, that was definitely the last time y’all left food unattended at the stove…

[scaramouche-bully]

Imagine corruption Scaramouche. Hgnnnn- My heads so empy!

Hello anon,

Head empty, only one thought. Scaramouche corrupting a naive reader into believing he's an Archon or a reader that corrupts Scaramouche into believing they can make him an Archon. I've been on a mad scientist train lately so all my thoughts are on the new Harbingers, Dottore, and Albedo.

-🐑

[aka-libby]

My Pretty Girl

dom!possesive!Scaramouche x AFAB!reader

Summary: yummy dirty talk and face sitting.

Warnings: dirty talk (lots of it), FACE SITTING!!!, mentions of c*nt, oral sex (f recieving), creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!), praising !!! but also lil degrading?, some form of light edging/teasing (idk he just likes a lot of foreplay)

“Cmere.” He demands you cynically. “Come sit on my face, I wanna play with that pretty pussy of yours for a bit.”

You’re unsure at first but went along with it anyways, mainly turned on by the vulgar words he last spoke. With his back onto your bed and your thighs on either side of his face, you make the move to lower yourself down but he stops you. The hand on your waist tightens as he keeps you just a couple inches away from his face.

“So greedy, let me admire this pretty cunt of yours.” He tells you while spreading your lips with his two fingers. “You’re glistening down here. You want my tongue that badly?”

You involuntarily clench from his words, erupting a small chuckle from him below you. “Don’t laugh… I’m so exposed right now…” You tell him shamefully with flushed cheeks, looking down to see only his hair and forehead between your legs.

He pays no attention to your concerns. Instead, start to lightly rub small circles onto your clit with the hand that was on your waist. Purely focused on the reaction your cunt makes with his ministrations. “But you got such a nice pretty pussy. I can’t help it.” He says before lifting his head up slightly to land one small kitten lick onto your hole.

A moan rips out of you from all of the pent up sexual tension and previous foreplay build up. 

Scaramouche, despite his cut throat exterior, actually heavily enjoys foreplay and taking his time in bed, especially when it comes to oral. Watching the way you react to anything he does to your body gives him a huge ego boost that he can’t help but play with you a little bit more.

With your lips still spread out for him, he lightly drags his middle finger down watching it glide effortlessly smooth to your hole. “Let’s see how tight you are for me.”

Prodding his finger in and instantly curling it, you felt yourself stiffen from the sudden action. He groans from below you before continuing to fuck his only finger inside of you at a deafening pace. You attempt to move with his finger, wanting more than just what he’s giving you but he growls and takes his other hand to stop you.

“You will stay still and let me do whatever I want to your cunt until I’m done and satisfied you hear me?” He warns you by prodding another finger in, watching from below as you yelp out of pleasure.

You whimpered a pathetic okay acting as if it bothers you but you pussy gives away your true intentions, edging for him to continue his antics.

He laughs before rubbing your thigh softly. “Good girl, now lower yourself down. I’m gonna taste this sweet pussy of yours.”

You didn’t get the chance to lower yourself down because he’s already pushed that same thigh down and with you right on top of his face. Just as you were about to check if he was okay from the sudden slam you felt his tongue flat on your cunt, lapping at your clit.

“God fuck!” You curse out your hands flying to his hair, trying your best to stay still and enjoy as much of his tongue as you can. Hoping and praying he doesn’t decide to stop.

He groans from underneath, sticking his tongue into your hole and slapping a hand onto your ass. “God fuck you taste so good for me, has anyone ever ate you out this good hm? Tell me.”

“N-No.. No one has.” You whimper out, feeling the bubble of your orgasm coming through. “C-Can I cum?”

“Yes you can baby, cum on my face.” He orders, keeping his pace and inching a finger to your clit as he awaits for your finish.

Heavy breaths fill the room as you arch your back further onto his mouth and egg closer to the end with every groan and moan he elicits into you. Just as you were about to cum, he pushes your hips up and continues to rub your clit and fingers you to your orgasm. He watches intently the way your cunt reacts as it spas around his fingers and squirts out bits of your juice all over his hand. 

You scream from the sudden action, feeling waves of pleasure course throughout your body as your high starts to weed off. You still feel groggy from the long awaited build up but all around buzzed from your post orgasmic glow.

He slowly takes his fingers out and kisses your clit softly. “That’s my good pretty girl, now it’s my turn.”

Still recovering, you don’t feel yourself being pushed to the side onto your back and his frame over you. You notice a soft glisten on his face and instantly flush realizing your arousal covering his lower face. He doesn’t seem to mind cause he’s already leaning down to kiss you, messy lips and all.

Slipping a tongue past your lips you moan out as his tongue swirls around your own, earning an appreciative moan from him.

Keeping you distracted he starts to pull his boxers down and guide the tip of his cock to your hole. Pulling back to see your fucked out face and puffy lips, he feels his cock twitch. “I’m not slowing down from here, you’re going to get filled up.”

And to his word, he pushes his tip in and seconds after his whole shaft in. You both moan unanimously as he adjusts your legs to be around his waist and starts a fastening pace into your cunt.

Just like him, he is quick and hard when fucking you. Instantly going full speed with hard thrusts, loving the sound of your sopping pussy and his balls slapping against you. He’s watching you from above, barely being able to keep a straight face from all the pleasure he’s feeling while being inside of you and watching the way you lose yourself.

“God you look so good like this right now.” He tells you and enforces that statement with a hard thrust. “It’s like you were made to be fucked by me, I can’t wait to cum inside of you and watching it dribble out.”

You moan back, incapable of replying back with all the pleasure he’s giving you at this moment. He stops to slam into you hard before propping your legs onto his shoulders and kissing your ankles. 

“You wanna make me happy? Be a good little girl and take this cock well okay?” He demands as hovers his whole body over, knees apart and cock pulsing inside. “Cause I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think anymore.” 

Staying true to his word, he starts his fast and harsh pace into you again, fucking out every moan you have for him. He’s humming in approval, slowly tracing his hand to wrap around your throat and hovering his lips over your ear. “You’re mine you hear that? You’re feeling this good because of me. So you better wet this cock for me yeah?”

You frantically nod, unable to comprehend anything but just getting more of whatever he’s giving you. He laughs cynically and moves the hand to your mouth. He opens your mouth with his two fingers and watches you swirl your tongue around, going absolutely mad from the amount of pleasure you’re feeling.

Smiling at your complete obedience he’s witnessing from you he then moves his lips over to your neck, sucking hard to pop a small blood vessel and marking you as his.

He feels you tighten around him, knowing all too well what’s coming next. “Cum for me baby, wet this dick for me. Rub that pretty clit for me.”

You weakly move a hand between your bodies and rub small shitty circles over your clit. It only took a few circles for you to feel your high taking over all your senses. As you’re about to break, you feel your head forced to face forward and watch the way Scaramouche’s facial features contort into pleasure. This fully pushes you over the edge as you close your eyes and feel everything crash down all at once.

He doesn’t stop his pace, still drilling into you until he feels his own high inching closer by the second. Watching you lose control from just his actions alone pushed him over and he waits until your eyes open to look at him and look somewhat coherent enough to understand him.

“Such a good girl, now take my cum.” He tells you weakly, letting himself fully go.

He keeps your face forward, forcing you to watch the way his eyes lower to slits and mouth gape open with soft moans and groans falling out of his lips. With one final slam, he finishes and paints your inside with his own arousal. Warmth surges through and you feel yourself getting full from his throbbing cock.

“Holy fuck, look at your milking me dry. Fuck I love your pussy.” He groans out, still continuing to spill every single drop of his cum into you.

It’s when he pulls out and looks down to watch your hole dribble out a bit of cum that he groans and lurches forward to kiss you passionately. 

“My sweet baby girl, look at you taking me so well. This is why you have the best pussy for me and me alone.”

A/N: we love a smutty scara

[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

[zhxngii]

random silly prompt go!!

how would the genshin men react if they see you just... cupping/rubbing/touching/playing with your own boobs in front of a mirror? lmao

bonus points if you tell them they're sore/sensitive //hit

me who does this a lot... hehe only doing two situations <3

❏ ( notes ) ; enjoyyyy, sorry this was so late <333 ❏ ( contents ) ; 18+, nsfw ahead.

Surprised?

Freezing behind you as they catch you doing this but soon enough... they come up behind you and cup your breasts themselves, smiling down at you. They don't necessarily ask why you're doing it; they'll take the opportunity to tease you a bit about it.

You don't even have to tell them about how sore or sensitive they are either, as they already know once they cup them in their hands, taking one of your nipples between their fingers to pinch them a bit... just a little to hear that cute whine from you.

They keep you facing the mirror so you can see just how their hands squeeze, pinch, and roam all over your chest. Their lips leave pecks along your neck, sometimes biting, leaving love bites along their trail. One of their hands dipping down your body to settle between your legs, feeling how your arousal was already pooling between your legs just from this.

Zhongli, Neuvillette, Pierro, Capitano, Diluc, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Thoma, Dain

Intrigued.

They'll pretty much just stand there behind you, leaning against the doorframe as they watch you do that in front of the mirror. They won't move until you notice them though, coming up close and teasing you about how cute you look doing that.

They'd tell you such things like how cute you are, roaming their hands over your body and complimenting every part of you, making sure you keep your eyes on them in the mirror while doing so.

bonus if they have you seated on their lap with their legs spread widely as their fingertips toy with your sensitive little bud. "Isn't this just a pretty sight?" they'll ask in a hushed tone in your ear as they point out your cute expressions in the mirror, their other hand coming up to cup your breasts.

Childe, Wriothesley, Baizhu, Dottore, Pantalone, Kaeya, Itto, Heizou, Alhaitham, Ayato, Albedo

[scarafvcker]

“i’ve got you” — A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!! 👻🎃

synopsis: scaramouche couldn’t care less if he got fired (i.e. he fucks you while working as a scare actor)

cw: exhibitionism, little to no prep, creampie, overstimulation, predator/prey, voice kink, finger sucking, hickeys, lots of biting, pet names(bunny, baby), gn!reader

word count: 1400+

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!! genuinely tho idk why they started getting wild at the end 😨 i just blinked and all of a sudden i heard barking and growling and panting and

running through the claustrophobically narrow and dimly lit halls, you kept one hand grazing against the scratchy surface of the wall beside you to keep yourself stable. the sound of thumping behind you drew farther and farther as you hid in one of the rooms lining each side of the hallway. taking a quick glance around, you hoisted yourself onto the top of the fireplace right beside the door. the room was quiet save for the screams you could hear from outside the building, giving you a short chance to calm yourself and regain your bearings.

but from atop the fireplace, you could hear the quiet rattling from below, the sound causing your heart to quicken once again. you watched from above as a figure crawled out of the fireplace, their back towards you as they slowly stood up and turned their head from side to side. you quickly yet quietly shifted your legs off the fireplace before jumping at the figure, pushing them to the side as you drop to your knees and turn to crawl through the fireplace like they had done.

"ah, ah, ah.." the figure cooed, dropping to their knees to grab you by your waist, "not so fast, little bunny." their cold fingers managed to slip under your shirt, meeting your skin as they pulled you out of the fireplace. “you’re certainly a skittish one, aren’t you?” they chuckled deeply, a rush of heat flowing over your entire body, “no worries.” they lean in, their chest pushed against your back as they pin you to the floor and whisper into your ear, “i’ve got you.”

you try desperately to stifle the soft whimper that pulls itself from your lips as their warm breath tickles your ear and neck. their long and slender fingers snake down your sides until they rest at the waistband of your shorts and you could hear them let out a lustful groan, “bunny, what did i say about wearing shorts? it’s too cold out for them. look at you, you’re shivering.”

you want to open your mouth, to bite back, to reply with a sassy remark but as their cold hands grab at your waist again, you let out a soft squeak. “you’re not helping, y’know—your hands are so cold,” you huff.

“is that so? then allow me to fix that,” they chuckle, slowly moving one hand up your body as the cold tips of their fingers ghost over your skin before stopping right in front of your mouth. “warm my fingers up with that cute mouth of yours,” they chuckle once again, their cold fingers pushing its way into your mouth, “good bunny.”

you moan against their fingers, your tongue swirling over every inch of their skin and dipping in between each one to coat every surface in your saliva. the figure groaned at the feeling, taking their free hand to lift up their mask. as they kiss your jaw and neck, you catch a glimpse of their familiar face and subconsciously begin sucking their fingers with fervor. tossing the mask to the side, scaramouche hums idly as he sucks and licks your neck, leaving a couple of light red marks onto your skin. his free hand runs all over your body, groping every inch he could reach and pushing the fabric of your shirt up ever so slightly with each movement.

his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down along with your underwear. you let out a quiet gasp as you felt the cold night air meet your newly exposed ass. his fingers pushed into your tongue as he grumbled, “quiet. you don’t want people hearing us, right?” as you shook your head, he slipped his fingers out of your mouth and brought them down to ghost right over your hole.

you pushed back against his hand, begging quietly, “please, scara.. need your cock..”

“so needy already, huh? no worries, i’ve got you—i’ll always make sure my baby is satisfied,” he pushes aside the robe he was wearing, shoving his boxers down his thighs while his other hand wrapped around his hard cock. he used your saliva to lube his cock while using his free hand to press into your back slightly, making you arch just enough for him to have access to your hole. he spits onto you, smirking as you squirm at the feeling of his warm saliva slipping into your twitching hole while he brings his cock to you. rubbing himself against you, the tip manages to catch onto your hole with each stroke.

“please fuck me already,” you whisper, your hands shooting up to cover your mouth when he begins to push himself inside. the stretch is nearly unbearable but with how he groans behind you, you push your hips back in order to take more of him in.

he scoffs and pushes himself in until his hips are flush against your ass, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottoms out. his hands push into your back, making you arch some more as he starts fucking you with slow and deep thrusts. “fuck, baby.. so damn tight,” he grunts, pulling his cock out to the tip before slowly pushing back in until his hips meet yours with a soft slap.

with each thrust, your mind seems to numb until you’re moaning and gasping under him. he smirks at the sight of you getting fucked out on his cock, leaning down to rest his chest on your back. a hand grazes over your hair, pushing the strands away from your sweaty face so he can see that flushed and fucked out expression you wear. his hips move faster on their own, his teeth sink into your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.. he loses himself in the moment—uncaring of the chatting from just outside the window, uncaring of the footsteps just outside the door, uncaring of the screams just down the hallway. the only thing he cared about right now was right in front of him—your tight little hole wrapped around his cock, the muffled moans you were trying your best to hide, the slapping of his hips on yours..

he knew he was gonna be fired after this but he just couldn’t help himself, his dick twitching and throbbing deep inside of you and his balls swelling and slapping against your skin. he lets out grunts and groans, his sounds getting louder and louder in your ear as he slowly fucks himself closer and closer to that amazing release. the sound alone causes your hole to throb and clench around him which earns a strained laugh from him, his chest vibrating against your back. he cuts himself off with a groan, biting into your shoulder harder when you clench impossibly hard around him.

you bite into your fist, trying your best to stifle the lewd gasp and whine that leave your mouth as you cum. scaramouche fucks into you faster than before, letting you ride out your high as he chases after his own. his sloppy thrusts seem to get louder and louder until the rhythmic slapping finally stops with one final thrust. he groans loudly, his voice strained and his vision blurred as he spills his cum deep inside of your twitching hole but he doesn’t pull out.

his hips halted for only a few seconds before picking up the pace again, leaving you to gasp and whine under him at the overstimulation. “scara!! too much,” you manage to speak through ragged breaths, your hands on his hips as you weakly try to push him away.

“no.. no, you can take it..” he grumbles, his voice raspy and laced with some animalistic desire that made you start fucking yourself back onto his cock, “let me fuck you, bunny. shit, you feel so damn good. can’t help myself around you.” he was fucking you with so much intensity, your stomach forming knots again and again with every thrust of his cock slamming deep into you. “yeah, that’s it—take it..” his voice seemed to get deeper and raspier as he continued fucking you, as if possessed by some sex-crazed animalistic demon, “take it, take it, take it.. take it, fucking take it!” with one last thrust, the two of you came together—your moans matching up perfectly as his hot cum filled you up once more.

only after he got a text from his boss did he finally pull out of you, not caring enough to check the message as he opens his camera and records you subconsciously pushing his cum out of your gaping, twitching hole.

[fatuifucker]

Hii!!! Im not sure if you already wrote something like this but hear me out. Scara being so insecure about him not having a penis but one day when you two try scissoring you're moaning so much and he gains confidence and then presses his cunny really hard on yours and forcing you to tell him how much you love feeling his wet pussy on yours and calling you names for cumming so fast ajsjdndndnsn

[cw: dom trans scaramouche x sub fem-sex reader, scissoring, THIS IS MEANT TO BE TAKEN AS A HALF-JOKE PLEASE DONT MAKE FUN OF ME IM BETTER THAN THIS]

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @ember-is-clueless, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @yumixxn

He can't help but tense up when his night yukata slips off his form. He tries to ignore your gaze, fixed on that particular region; one of his many insecurities. He condemns his creator in his head for giving him such a body, but the thought vanishes the moment you shed off your clothing too.

Indigo hues lock onto your fingers as they rub against your sex, lathering it with a healthy amount of lubricant. He realises that he's the one who is supposed to be in control tonight. 

Scaramouche sits on the bed next to you, stretching his legs. You hook one of your legs over his while he does the same with his other leg.

"Are you ready?" he murmurs, ignoring the hesitation in his voice.

Once you have given your consent, Scaramouche moves his dripping wet cunt against yours.

It starts off slow.

Hesitant.

But all it takes is one roll of his hips that elicits a shared gasp. His phantom heart thrums as he continues the motion, curiosity, and lust fogging up his mind.

"S-Scara…" you moan, spurring him on even further.

He moves faster, groaning as he rolls his slicked-up cunt against yours. Your swollen clit rubs against his, causing you to whine and writhe.

Scaramouche doesn't spare you any mercy, speeding up his space to draw out more of your sweet moans. He can already see you shaking.

"Look at you," he laughs. "Moaning and shaking all from my cunt. Go on, you love it don't you? Tell me you love my pussy against yours. Tell me it's better than any cock you could find."

"I– mmgh!! I love your boypussy, I can't get enough of it, I—"

His eyes widen when you arch your back, gasping for air as your body trembles.

"Wow…that fast? I wasn't even close to cumming," he snickers as he wipes the sweat off your brow. "What a little whore, so eager for…what did you call my cunt again?"

You feel your face heat up as you smile sheepishly. "Boypussy?"

He snorts, a half-amused smirk on his lips. "How…creative."

[anantaru]

GENSHIN + WHERE HIS HANDS ARE DURING IT

— ꒰ including ꒱ — wriothesley, alhaitham, scaramouche, ayato x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, established relationship, doggy/office syx,ass slapping (ayato's part), dirty talk, dom characters

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱ + over your mouth

"shh, no, keep quiet… that's it, that'll help, yeah?" with how you're pressed between a muscular chest and a chilly wall, it was truly mouth-watering by how wriothesley handled you that it made you hot from head to toe, almost feeling like he could be able to swallow your body whole.

needless to say, you can practically feel that stupid, sneaky smirk emitting with a deep, focused thrust as he nuzzles his head into the back of your neck— and fuck, everything around you two begins to grow warm, neither of you can control the ache developing on your frames as your bofriend set out for a brutal pace.

you were in his office and from the outside noises, it was evident that it's quite busy in the fortress, hence why the duke had suddenly decided to take sweet precautions within this lewd situation and be for certain that nobody was able to listen to those heavenly noises you made.

wriothesley finds it equally comical and a teeny bit embarrassing by how much power you had over him.

how the lingering touch of you was enough to coax out heavy sets of breathes from his throat, how his cock would react and twitch at the sounds spilling from you, how you're grinding desperately back into his thrusts, knowing that when he reaches even deeper, offers you more of his decadent rolls of his hips, he'd race both of you closer to completion. 

with pleasure, he touches you so eagerly with one large palm tightly pressed against your mouth and the tip of his cock bruises along your ribbed walls. with heavy breathes surrounding your frame, you sob into his hand as your eyes roll back, the evident contrast of hot, sloppy grinds pivoting within your soft spots and the cold wall you're being pressed against only adding to your body being doused with a sprinkle of sweat and arousal.

heavy breathing, even heavier movements, accompanied by a racing pulse took over your entire frame— only making it ten times more intense when wriothesley began to come close to his own relief, which meant that he'd shamelessly grunt against your ears, the coil stuffed deep within your guts slowly beginning to reveal itself, your legs jelly-alike and trembling while he pumps into you faster.

— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱ + holds your hand

alhaitham peers down at you with his eyes brilliant of translucent lust turning them glossy, his blessed features exuding a strong desire as soft peels of sweat slither down his forehead.

a low, throaty gasp slips through his lips when you draw him into your slick walls, your arousal seeping through each grind he'd give you before dripping along his balls and pelvis. despite the frantic lust that is evident in the tempo of his hips, tonight was more than simple "lust", the scribe was desperate, seeking out more, undoubtedly illuminated in his touch and hold, he was ravenous.

to indulge in your whole body was what he needed to die a happy man after, drown in an ocean of you as he swiftly grabs your hand before pressing it into the mattress, tightly shutting his fingers around it so you could untangle your digits from his, even if you tried, "what's that look on your face, hm?" he brings himself to say it through a tensed jaw as a harsh cry escapes your lips.

"you're so pretty just like this,"

sloppy thrusts, mindless bubbles, and kisses paired within soft pants that had held you in a daze, all you could do was hold on tight to his hand— because here, alhaitham put more effort into his hips, nasty sounds after nasty sounds coming from your hole being repeatedly filled as you dug your heels into his solid back, your orgasm soon after bursting thick upon his restless body snapping forward.

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱ + on your tits

with your hands moving to sensually claw on to scaramouche's back, his slicing pace was never faltering, not even a little, especially not when he's hissing from the slight pain you caused with your nails dragging at his skin— but he secretly likes it, it turns him on, yet he leans into your body more afterwards, always so eager to snap his hips further and further until he's able to trace every pulse and twitch on your puffy walls.

what else could be better than pleasuring his loved one? while also toying with your nipples standing erected, presented on a silver plate? you're too much for him, too much all at once that it doesn't matter how often you've already been intimate, he will never get used to all of this.

a rosy hue coats his facial expression with how your pussy was milking him, consuming his life more than he'd ever allow anybody to do so— and his grip gets tighter now, because the moment scaramouche sees how your body begins to react, the force of his thrusts casting upon your sillhouette, he cannot hold back the menacing grin that follows his lips.

his eyes crinkle in delight, "someone's hiding noises, i see," as his hand reaches to roughly squeeze at your breast to make it bounce from equally the impact of his tantalizing tempo and the roughness of his grip on it, "i want to hear you, louder," how he says it was interesting— both sensual and stern, as if it was a direct order, the ones he used to give back as a fatui harbinger.

at bottom, it made you arch greedily beneath him, the tension hanging heavy at each sound, each impassioned noise, all of it ultimately smoothing over fray hairs from your body with tears swelling in your eyes.

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱ + on your ass

ayato couldn't possibly keep his hands off your ass, he's greedy, it's both a comfort to have his palms squeeze and jiggle the bouncy skin and the most ideal way to keep you in your place while he's practically pulling your hips against his cock himself.

he's kneading your ass now, taking a handful before giving it a light slap, one more, and slap, just for good measure, you know? — turning it impossible for you to solely focus on one single thing, wether it was the never ending increase of speed his cock had, with his length reaching your throbbing places to stroke and tease at your sore walls, slipping and pushing against the places that would make you end up clawing at his shoulders to drag him into your greedy mouth.

your kisses are mostly tender, except when ayato was fucking you, then it's more teeth and spit than anything else and the kiss was always sloppy that it was arousing again. his wet muscle was raking over your lips before you leans into it more, practically letting him devour you, overtake the slight increase in dominance you had for a second when he heaves and kisses you through growls and bestial flicks of tongue.

his digits press into the plush of your ass the same time he grinds down on your warm cunt, wiping your juices back into your wet walls— but it all happens so fast that you cannot catch your breath anymore, and when you open your eyes weakly to peer up at him, ayato's mouth ghosts over your parted lips.

your mouth feels dry from swallowing the thick lumps in your throat and sobbing out his name on endless repeat— although for the man himself, the searing drags of his shaft pulling the trembles out of you did the talking, he needn't say much.

this night though, his lips part with a silent moan escaping him, like he has to say something.

"you're mine… this is mine," he slaps your ass before ramming himself into you, his hips bucking into your cunt before he repeats it, hushing his swears when he drives his cock back. the area on your flesh burned a little as your moans grow hoarse at every new smack smack of his palm hitting it harder, "—yet surely, my love," ayato sneers, hot breath fanning on your doused lips as he slows his hips to watch you pout at him,

"—surely you can take more?"

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[chuusmuts]

imagine losing your virginity by helping catboy!kabukimono

smut. afab reader, lactation, fingering. grammar errors 🥲

the idea of him fucking you while you rub his ear, his tail swishing back and forth, and purring is so 😳😳

you rubbed your eyes, opening them sleepily and were surprised to see catboy!kabukimono on top of you, straddling you. "kabuki, wha- do you need anything?"

he could feel himself getting hard as he saw your nipples through your thin, white nightgown. oh, imagine how tasty your milk was. and you're so pretty, laying underneath him like that. he wanted– no, he needed to fuck you right now.

"i... umm... need your help." kabukimono replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible while maintaining eye contact with your breasts. his ears twitched, signalling his growing arousal. "you see... i'm experiencing some discomfort, and i was wondering if you could help me relieve it." he bit his lower lip nervously, hoping that you wouldn't notice the blatant desire in his eyes or the throbbing between his legs.

his tail swished back and forth behind him as if he was nervous and excited about all this. it took you a while, but eventually you got what he meant. "are you in heat..? how can i help you, then?" this was both you and his first time so it was a little nerve-wracking, at least to you.

kabukimono hesitated for a moment before nodding his head slowly. "y- yes... i am. and i was hoping that you could help me find relief from my symptoms." his voice was low and seductive, almost purring as he spoke. "you see, as a cat hybrid, it's natural for us to seek out mating during these times." he licked his lips, looking at you intently. "would you be willing to help me?"

as he spoke, he couldn't help but let his gaze drift downwards towards your exposed nipples. the sight of them made his mouth water, and he could feel himself becoming even more aroused than before.

noticing his gaze, you covered your nipples with your hands as you felt yourself heating up, your cheeks turning pink. but then again, he needed your body relief him from the symptoms. sighing, you lowered your hands to your side as you glanced away, "okay, fine. do what you need to do. just... try not to be so rough, okay?" you said shyly, your voice small.

kabukimono grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he heard your agreement. "i promise to be gentle with you." he then leaned down and gently nuzzled into your neck before moving his face closer to one of your breasts. with a soft purr, he began to lick at it slowly and carefully, taking his time to savor the taste of your skin. kabukimono began to lick and suck on your exposed nipples, tasting you full. he used his tongue to tease and stimulate them to their fullest extent until you moaned and squirmed ever so slightly. his other hand grabbed the second one, massaging and squeezing it gently until the light liquid started coming out of the nipple. your hand moved into his dark cat ear as you started rubbing it gently.

kabukimono purred loudly as he felt your hand on his ear, and he continued to lick and suck on your breast with renewed vigour. he could taste the sweetness of your milk flowing from the nipple, and it only served to make him more excited. as he drank from you, kabukimono became bolder in his actions. he slid his hand down your body, gently caressing your thigh before moving it up to cup your pussy through your nightgown. the sensation of your wetness against his fingers sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't resist the urge to plunge them inside you.

arching your back, you cried out as he plunged three fingers inside you, causing your eyes to get teary. he continued to suckle on your breast, using his tongue to play with your sensitive nipple while his fingers abused your hole. you gripped the duvet tightly, this was the first time you had sex and you didn't expect this at all. moans poured unabashed from your lips as he scissored your walls, stretching them apart.

kabukimono moaned softly as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, pushing his fingers deeper into your pussy. the combination of the warmth of your body, the taste of your milk, and the sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming for him. he couldn't hold back any longer - he pulled his fingers out of you and positioned himself at your entrance.

"s- slowly!" you cried out as he pushed his erected cock between your folds, your legs spread apart. tears streamed down your face, both from the pleasure and pain.

sure, it felt good to be filled up, but it hurt especially since you're a first timer. he pushed his cock so deep until it hit your g-spot, he could literally see his bulge poking inside your stomach.

he hesitated for a moment, hearing your cry of pain and concern. he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of love and understanding. "sorry, i should have been more gentle with you." he whispered the words before leaning down and giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

slowly and carefully, kabukimono resumed his thrusts, this time going at a much slower pace. he focused on making sure that each movement was gentle and comforting rather than forceful and overwhelming. as he did so, kabukimono leaned down and captured one of your nipples between his teeth, gently nibbling and suckling on it while continuing to fuck you. his thumb found its way to your throbbing clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. bucking your hips up into his fingers, you moaned as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm.

kabukimono moaned softly as he felt your body responding to his touch, and he increased the intensity of his ministrations. his fingers continued to work their magic on your clit while his teeth played with your nipple, sending shivers down your spine. with each thrust, he felt himself getting closer and closer to his own climax. he could feel the pressure building within him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long now before he reached his mutual peak.

kabukimono purred loudly before he was sent over the edge, his hot seed shooting into you as he pressed his face into your neck. the feeling of your warmth and tightness around him was incredibly intense, he couldn't help but moan into your ear, muttering something in japanese. you could feel every single twitch and jerk as his hot load spilt into your hole. soon, you came with him, the knot in your stomach tightened and you squirted on his cock, your arm over your lips as you moaned, trying not to be so loud. more tears rolled down your cheeks, your face getting warm and you felt like you couldn't move your legs anymore.

when he finally came, kabukimono collapsed onto your body, panting heavily as he felt the last remnants of his seed trickle out of you. he laid there for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of being connected to you in such an intimate way before rolling off to the side and pulling you who was still breathing heavily into his arms, his cock still kept buried deep inside you. "that hurts a lot than i expected." you huffed, wiping off the tears that stained on your cheeks.

kabukimono held you close as she spoke as he could feel your wetness still coating his member. he smiled softly, knowing that he had given you something special. "it can be overwhelming at first," he said gently, "but once we get used to it, it will become even more pleasurable."

it was his way of saying that this wasn't the last time you're gonna help him.

[yuutx]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒮𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒜𝑀𝒪𝒰𝒞𝐻𝐸)

scaramouche x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. breaking in. scummy scaramouche.somnophilia. mentions of past non-con (this fic is consensual though !). breeding kink. dirty talk. mention of having children. creampie. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ៸៸៸៸ ก꒱ྀི১

finally writing for scara ! this fic took me soo much effort to write because i've been having major writers block aaah ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The shattered shards of glass on the ground scattered as his body made its way in, stepping through the window and landing gracefully. The moonlight shone on the floor of the bedroom he entered, the figure on the bed sleeping soundly as the breeze from the broken window blew their hair slightly. His gaze was fixated on you, the smile that was on his face nothing more than sinister. He approached the bed slowly, making his way around it until he stopped by your side, his eyes examining your form as you laid under the blanket.

The man bent down until his lips were at your ear, "Oh (Y/N)~" he cooed softly. "Wake up, sleepy head." He whispered, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. Your face scrunched up as his fingers brushed against your skin, your eyes fluttering open slightly before closing again. Scaramouche frowned at your lack of reaction, his hand going under the covers and sliding down to your hips. "Oh, (Y/N).. Thats no fun.." He pouted, his fingers hooking on the hem of your shorts. "Don't you wanna show me some love, baby? Didn't you miss me?" He asked as his fingers slipped into your shorts, his fingers rubbing on the thin fabric of your panties. A soft noise escaped you, your thighs moving together to push his hand away. "Hm.." Scaramouche thought for a moment, his fingers stopping their actions as he looked down at you. "Why are you always so mean to me, huh? Everytime i try to fuck you, you push me away or start screaming for help." He complained. "I just wanted to give you my love.. Is that too much to ask for?" He sighed, his fingers going back to stroking the front of your panties. "You can't even appreciate my affection, darling. That really hurts my feelings." Scaramouche puffed his cheeks slightly, his fingers slipping under your panties and touching the soft skin of your cunt.

"But that doesn't matter." He hummed, his fingers tracing along your slit and rubbing against your clit. You squirmed slightly, letting out a small whine. "You're gonna give me the attention I want, whether you like it or not." Scaramouche declared, his free hand ripping the blanket off of you and throwing it across the room. "So don't even try to get away from me." He hissed, his fingers teasing your entrance as he climbed on top of you. Your body flinched when his hands grabbed at your thighs, pushing them apart as he situated himself between them. He let out a low groan, his hips rutting against yours, "Shit, baby." He breathed, his clothed cock pressing against your pussy. You turned your head, your eyes slowly opening as his movements got rougher. "Scara..?" You called out tiredly, his movements stopping immediately as he looked down at you with wide eyes. "Ah, fuck." Scaramouche muttered.

His face scrunched up as he started thinking about what to do, his fingers still in your panties. His thoughts were interrupted by your sudden moan, his hips thrusting forward instinctively as you arched your back. "Scara.." You moaned out, your hand reaching down and grabbing his wrist. Scaramouche let out a shaky sigh, his eyes closing as his fingers rubbed your clit slowly. "Shit, I can't stop now." He groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants as he listened to you moaning his name. He pressed his fingers down on your clit, the pleasure causing your hips to buck against him. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, his hips rocking against you as his other hand pushed his pants down. "Don't scream, okay? Don't scream this time, don't call for help.." Scaramouche begged as his cock slid against your slick cunt. "I need it.. I really fucking need it." He grunted, his head dipping down and resting against your shoulder. "I'll be quick, I promise." He mumbled, his fingers pulling your panties aside and gripping his cock. "So please don't ruin this for me.." He breathed as the head of his cock slipped inside you, his hips slowly thrusting forward and letting you take him inch by inch. "Oh.. Oh shit.." He cursed, his cock bottoming out in your tight heat. He panted against your neck, his hand grabbing the front of your shirt and lifting it up. He leaned back, his eyes focused on the soft mounds of your chest as he pulled his hips back. "I-I can't hold back.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips thrusting forward and bottoming out once again. His eyes snapped shut, his cock twitching inside you as he let out a strained groan.

His thrusts were shallow and slow, the man above you shaking with need. He whimpered softly, his fingers pinching your nipple. "Oh fuck, (Y/N).." He whispered, his hips rocking against yours as he tried his best to keep himself composed. His hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers brushing against the slight bump on your lower stomach. "Look, baby.. Can you feel me here?" He panted, his cock throbbing as he pressed down on the bulge. You whined, your hips rocking against his in an attempt to take his cock deeper. "Shit.." Scaramouche gritted his teeth, his hips pulling back and slamming forward, your slick walls clinging to his cock and pulling him deeper. "Oh god, baby.." He moaned, his resolve breaking as he started to desperately rut into you. "I need it.. Oh fuck, I need it.." Scaramouche whined, his hands grabbing the front of your shirt as he slammed his cock into your heat. His moans filled the room, his mouth hanging open as he pounded into you. "F-fuck, I love you, baby." He stuttered, his fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly, before tearing it down the middle. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, his mouth watering at the sight. "S-so beautiful.." Scaramouche whispered, his hands palming your breasts as his hips moved faster. "I-I love you.." He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy as he felt his climax nearing. "I love you, s-so let's have children, o-okay?" Scaramouche suggested, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he fucked into you. "A-and we can get married a-and.." He trailed off, his moans interrupting his train of thought. He leaned down, his hands grabbing your waist as his hips rocked against yours. "Just- Just marry me, okay?" He asked, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

The bed creaked underneath the two of you, his hips snapping forward harshly. Your moans rang through the air, the wet sounds of his cock sliding into your cunt adding to the obscene symphony. You gasped, your back arching off the bed. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit..fuck!" Scaramouche babbled, his cock throbbing inside you. His movements became erratic, his hips sloppily rocking against yours. He leaned down, his arms wrapping around your waist and hugging you close to his chest. "Please, please, please.." He moaned, "Cumming inside.. cumming..i'm cumming..cum with me..oh, oh.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep in your pussy. You let out a loud moan, your walls clenching around his cock as you reached your climax, his cum filling you up as he fucked you through your high. You panted heavily, your body twitching every few seconds. Scaramouche let out a strained groan, his hips grinding against yours slowly. He stayed still, his cock still twitching and throbbing as his cum leaked out of you.

Scaramouche lifted his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours. His lips curled up into a lazy smile, his hand reaching up and caressing your cheek. He leaned forward, his lips connecting with yours in a slow kiss. "Mm.." He hummed, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him access to deepen the kiss. Scaramouche tilted his head, his tongue tangling with yours, the two of you letting out soft moans as his cock throbbed inside you. Scaramouche broke the kiss, his tongue licking along your bottom lip, before pulling away completely. "Did such a good job..took me so well.." Scaramouche purred, his cock slowly sliding out of you, before plunging back in. "Mm..love you." He mumbled, his hips moving in small circles. "I love you so much.."

[azullumi]

“his habits during it” ; genshin men

warning — nsfw content ahead but nothing that graphic or explicit (seriously i tried my best to not even mention the word sex and the genitals)

summary — there’s one thing he loves to do whenever the two of you get in bed together.

characters — diluc, kazuha, ayato, kaveh, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno, zhongli, and wanderer (w/gender-neutral reader) ; no specified anatomy nor even mentioned parts

tags — kind of fluff, nsfw, not proof-read (wrote this while i was irritated and needed something to pour my attention to) ; headcanons

words — 1265

note — hey siri, how do you say they’re fucking without saying they’re fucking

handholding

DILUC — (i have already said this before) diluc likes, no, he loves the intimacy the simple act of holding one’s hand has even when two of you are just walking together side by side or when his skin is pressed against yours, lips colliding against one another, and he’s whispering words of affection to your ears—a mere distraction and a sense of comfort, grounding you and keeping you with him. it’s just that effortless gesture of intertwining his hand with yours, locking fingers, as he indulges in the way you feel around him. he squeezes your hand in the middle of it all and oh, how he melts so much when you also squeeze his own in return. he could never tell you how much you make him so soft and weak with just the slightest hold.

eye contact

KAZUHA — “don’t look away now,” he coos at you, seeing how you shy yourself and avert your gaze away from him which he obviously didn’t like. he likes seeing you coming undone while you try to remain eye contact with him—it pleases him seeing your features contort into into what you are currently feeling—, likes teasing you every time you try to look away from him and hide your expression, likes saying such remarks that gets you embarrassed most times just so he could see and watch the change of your expressions every single time. he just loves looking at you, adoring you with his eyes, especially more so when you also do the same and keep contact, gaze nailed on each other.

praises and talking dirty

AYATO — he’s a talker, both outside the matters in the bedroom and inside the sheets, so it’s no wonder that he always shower you with praises in every chance that he gets even if you’re not in the right mind to respond or even comprehend what he’s saying. he conveys most of his affections through the words that falls out of his lips, finding it so easy to say such things and teasing you with it, he can’t help it, can he? how could he not when you look so pretty—not only outside the bedroom—or beautiful, or handsome, or lovely, or anything that he could think of right at that moment when he sees you naked? Even if he had held and seen you with nothing to cover your skin so many times, he still gets mesmerized by the sight of you like it was his first time.

playing with your hair

KAVEH — he plays with it, he tugs on it, pulls on it, and everything. and though it gives him some sense of control especially when he pulls on it, it also grounds him and helps him realize the affection and love being shared between you two in this intimate moment. sometimes he only dances his fingers on your head, treating you softly and tenderly with the delicate hold of his hand on your hair, which could often provide a huge contrast to what he’s actually doing, the rough treatment he’s giving you which makes you roll your eyes and see spots in your vision. “you look so pretty like this, my love,” he would say before tugging your hair back to take a good look at your face or to tilt your head in a way that gives him more access to your neck.

lots of kisses

TIGHNARI — gently laying you down the bed? kisses you while doing so. sliding your clothes off your body? presses his lips against yours before trailing down, tracing your jaw, his mouth making its way down your neck, and resting on your collarbone. asking you consent? he kisses you before he speaks. he presses gentle kisses of adoration all over you as he pushes himself into you, your bodies becoming one in the process, providing comfort and easing you as he could feel your nails digging deep into his skin and possibly, leaving marks and wounds but he didn’t mind. his fondness and desire murmuring into you, helping you breath and regain yourself. it was clear that his way of affection was simply just kissing you.

giving orders

CYNO — he doesn’t always take the dominant position but perhaps it was the sense of authority, the power whenever he does it. he has the habit of giving orders and commands whenever you two are spending a passionate moment and seeing you willing to follow him ignites something in him—however, if you disobey him, then that’s a different matter altogether (it’s not like he hates it however. deep in him, he likes it as it gives him the pass to do more things but with your consent, of course). you’re so vulnerable, so obedient to him and it fuels his excitement further when you follow what he says. it makes him wonder, a question pondering his head, how could he have someone like you, someone as lovely and sweet as you, so good to him?

restriction / holding your hands together

ZHONGLI — no, it is not the act of locking your fingers with his as he pushes himself into you just like diluc, this one is completely different. he has big hands, we all know that zhongli’s hands are big and one of it just enough to bind both of your wrists together—he is well-aware of that fact and abuses it. he likes seeing you struggle, tugging your hand against his but his hold wouldn’t budge, at all. although zhongli hasn't explicitly told or mentioned it, he absolutely loves the way you look so helpless and weak whenever he holds your hands together, whenever he restricts your movement. oftentimes, he would have a silk ribbon—it has to be a silk ribbon—tying you up just so he could rest his hands on your hips and hold you.

hands always touching and roaming around your body

ALHAITHAM — he just loves to feel you, in general. he loves the softness of your skin underneath the tip of his fingers as he glides his hand all across your body, the warmth of you seething into his touch and being buried in his bones, and he is obsessed on the way he could feel the sweet trembles of your body underneath his hand, could sense the small shiver when he finally touches you, and he adores it and he doesn’t hesitate in conveying his affections to you, often accompanying his caresses with his words of praises and compliments. perhaps it overwhelms you, not knowing where to focus yourself on, and he loves seeing you in such a state, pushing you more and more further to the edge with his hands and mouth alone.

biting and leaving marks

WANDERER — the line between pain and pleasure soon blurs into one as he bites into you while, and one could say it serves as a distraction but it isn’t, it’s not even close to being a distraction, it’s simply something that adds to the stimulation that you are feeling, overwhelming and effectively bringing you into some sort of space. he takes joy in the sounds that you make once he buries his neck on the curve of your neck, hard but not hard enough to draw blood; he takes pride in seeing the bruises and marks that he left on you, looking at you like you were a work of art carved and sculpted into something more than perfection with his own hands.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.