#wanderer x reader smut

[komitomi]

Hihii!!

Idk if your reqs are open but could you plsplspls make a part 2 of "just ask" with childe, thoma and scara?Thank uuu :3 If they're closed just ignore :)

Oh my god yes! I absolutely thought of doing childe and scara in the first part but I wasn't able to cause of the images limit, I wanted my blog to look pretty HELP, BUT HERE IT IS ALONG WITH THOMA <3

“Just ask.” — childe, thoma, scara (separate) x afab!f!reader

;; if you feel yourself wanting to community label this, please kindly just block me instead, it's fucking stupid how people ignore the warnings.

NSFW WARNING, MDNI: afab!f!reader, p in v sex, clit stimulation (childe, scara), orgasm denial (childe, scara), teasing (thoma), cock riding (childe), scara is extremely mean, tiddy succin (thoma), dacryphilia(?)(scara), cumming inside (childe, thoma), p*rn without much plot, sexual tension, missionary (thoma), squirting (scara), reader is too shy to ask, I'm not sure if this counts as dubcon because the reader isn't vocal at first but only consents through her actions but be warned. + not proofread cause we die like men. // part one.

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CHILDE is always gone from home most of the time due to his work with the fatui harbingers, so when he's back you only ever spend time doing normal things like going out on picnics, dates etc, well that left both him and you sexually frustrated yet you can't admit it cause you felt too shy.

You don't know how long it has been since you both had sex, but it was probably too long since each of his small innocent touches is enough to set you alight, the way he lays his head on your lap had you wishing you can't sit over his face.

He noticed, the way you would squirm, gasp at little touches, so what did he decide to do when he noticed? tease you even more, those seemingly innocent touches turned more inappropriate as time passed by, his arm 'accidentally' rubbing against your nipple, the way his hands trail up your skirt from time to time, when you sit on his lap and feel his member rubbing against your ass, but he never acts on it unless you ask.

“C-childe.” you let out a breathy gasp when you feel his fingers rubbing small circles on your inner thigh, so close to your core but so far away, “What's wrong?” he says in a teasing tone, no fucking way he's choosing to be ignorant in this situation.

“I- childe please.” you turn your head to the side to look at him behind you, but he simply rests his head in the crook of your neck and kisses you “please what? what do you want?” his kisses trail down to your shoulder, you shudder when you feel his hand brush against your clothed cunt.

“P-please stop teasing— I can't take it anymore.” you whimper when you feel his hand pushing your panties aside and drags his finger over the length of your core, “what do you want me to do?” he says lowly, in your ear, trying to contain himself when he feels how wet you are, fighting the urge to just turn you around having your legs wrap around him and bury himself in your cunt.

You let out an airy moan when you felt his fingers pressing on your clit, slowly rubbing circles, “I- I want you– inside me.” you manage to say in between gasps, you feel his fingers speed up, rubbing even faster, you felt your stomach tighten, but before it could snap childe quickly retreats his fingers making you whine, he quickly changes your position, having you face him as he unbuttons his pants before giving his hardened cock a few pumps and lining it up against your entrance.

He guides you down it by your hips and you hold on to his shoulders panting, as you seat yourself on his cock, slowly you start to move up and down, bouncing on his cock, his hands remain on your hips as he thrusts upwards into your cunt, trying to set a rhythm. You feel your stomach tighten once again as the tip of his cock hits a certain spot inside you.

One of his hands travels up your body to grope your tits, twirling and flicking your nipple causing you to whimper at the sensation, “Haa— fuck I've waited so long for this.” childe says in between thrusts, you felt yourself near your edge causing you to grab his shoulders for support and set your own rhythm, making his dick hit the sensitive spot inside you.

“F-fuck baby— you gonna cum?” he asks and you nod, “Y-yeah fuck!” you shakily say, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock.” as soon as those words leave his mouth that coil that has been winding tighter and tighter finally snaps causing you to moan out loud.

Childe thrusts into you a few more times before he comes undone inside you, painting your walls white with his cum, he groans as he rides his orgasm out watching you scrunch your nose due to overtimulation.

“Speak up next time okay?”

THOMA is just as flustered as you are, he knows what you want but he's shy to speak up as well, he wants to bury his cock deep inside your cunt but he can't do that, not until you ask him to, not until you tell him that you want it.

And just like childe he decides to feign innocence, yet his way is different, he kept those accidental touches fairly innocent, and it made you more frustrated because you couldn't understand whether he wants to touch you, maybe you were the only one feeling horny from them? it made things worse, you now felt even more embarrassed.

And he caught on, so he decided to become a little bit more bold, his hands lingered a little bit long on you, whenever he would wrap his arm around your shoulder his hand grazed your breast, or when you would hug him he would have you tightly pressed against him, feeling your breasts against his chest, you felt his hard cock rub against you whenever he held you that tightly, so now you knew.

And you started to become impatient.

When was he going to touch you properly? bring you relief from all this pent up sexual frustration, you knew you just had to ask but you were too shy for your own good, and it wasn't until one of the nights, when you finally decided to ask.

“Thoma, I've had enough.” you said, which made him stop his current actions, which were literally just him rubbing himself up against you, he paused his movements, and slight panic began to settle in, were you breaking up with him?

Before it could get worse, you turned to face him, grabbing him by his cheeks, before kissing him passionately, he realises what you had meant and reciprocates your actions by wrapping his hands around you waist, pulling you close.

You pull away panting, “P-please just take me already.” you say, breathing deeply, “Take you where?” thoma teases which makes you groan, “You know what I mean.” you look at him and he shakes his head, “I have no idea.” he continues to tease you, wanting to hear exactly what you wanted.

“Archons— for fucks sake thoma, fuck me.” you say frustrated, and that's all it took for thoma to finally snap, he quickly picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed as he undid his pants. You did the same, you removed your clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as possible.

Thoma grabs you by your ankle and pulls you towards the edge of the bed, where he stands, he lines himself against your slit, rubbing his cock against your clit, “Fuck— I wanted this so so much.” he gasps when he pushes his cock inside you.

You moan in pleasure, your cunt was already wet, he didn't even need to prepare you. All that pent up sexual frustration for weeks had driven you insane.

Thoma slowly picks up the pace, parting your legs wider, his thrusts were desperate, needy, and fast, he had been wanting this too, how long had he had to control himself? He groans when you clench around him. He could die like this and he'd be happy.

The bed shakes as he thrusts into you, your breasts bouncing up and down, he grabs one in his hand before leaning down to take it in his mouth, suckling on the skin and biting it as he ruts into you, you grip his hair when his tip hits a rough part inside of you.

“F-fuck! Yes there— oh archons!” you moan as his tip continuously hits the spot, making you arch your back and rut your hips against him as well, all while he's focused on your tits, “I'm cumming! T-thoma I'm cumming!” you inform him, feeling the band in your core tighten and snap, causing your cunt to flutter around his cock which makes him moan with your nipple in his mouth.

That made him come undone as well, shooting ropes of his cum right inside you, he didn't have the time to pull out, but you didn't mind, he pulled back immediately, pulling his cock out from your cunt and watching his cum drip down, mixed with your juices as your cunt fluttered.

“Fuck, I wanted this so badly.” he whimpers.

“Then why didn't you ask?” you say.

“I wanted you to ask first.”

SCARA is fucking mean, he's so mean towards you, he knows immediately what you want but won't give you it, not until he's satisfied, he knows how shy it makes you, how embarrassed you get, how your expression changes, yet he revels in it.

He will touch you, making you think he won't make you ask because he's aware, oh he doesn't want to make you ask actually, he wants to make you beg for it, everytime he fingers you, eats you out, he stops right when you were about to come undone, earning a frustrating grunt from you.

You thought it would pass and he would eventually make you cum, but he doesn't, he never lets you finish, constantly denying you of your orgasms until you ask, no, beg him to fuck you and make you cum.

“Sc-scara please—!” you yelp, gripping his hair and shoving his face back into your cunt, he stopped his ministrations when you were about to cum, which lead to this moment now, he shut his lips tightly refusing to do anything else, his gripped your hand, which was gripping his hair, tightly, causing you to loosen the hold as he pulled your hand away and crawling on top of you.

He tuts mockingly, “You know darling, this could be easily over if you just asked.” he says and you swallow thickly, “But you won't, will you? You are so stubborn.” he places a sharp kiss against your neck, causing you whimper.

“P-please.” you cry out, “Please what hm?” he pulls away, looking at your face and your expression, the way you bite your lips in preparation, the way your eyebrows furrow as you feel your face heat up at the thought.

He sighs, and tries to get off of you but you grab him and he's taken aback by surprise, and you look him straight in the eyes before you swallow, and push away all the shyness that you felt creeping up your body. “Fuck me.” you whisper.

“Sorry, what did you say? Couldn't hear you.” he says feigning, 'fucking son of a bitch.' you curse inwardly, before once again asking him, “Just fuck me.” you say loudly this time, which causes him to smirk.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks and you nod, frantically shaking your head up and down, “You want me to make you feel good? Bury my cock deep inside of you?” he asks and you nod, “Very well, beg.”

what?

He wants you to beg, and you look at him, his annoying smirk never once having left his face, oh how you wanted to slap it off his face, he lined his cock against your entrance before shoving it in roughly, causing you to groan at the burning intrusion.

You thought maybe he changed his mind, but a moment passes and your cunt adjusts to his cock, but he doesn't move, in fact, he looks at you, waiting for you. You swallow thickly, “P-please fuck me.” you say with your eyes closed.

“No no, look at me, look at me when you beg, tell me how you want me to make you feel good.” he cooes and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, before his slowly pulls his cock out of your cunt and thrusts it into you once again.

“F-fuck- please, please— please make me feel good, want you to make me cum around your cock.” you beg, fighting the urge to close your eyes, tears welling up in your eyes as you cry from embarrassment, he smiles.

“There we go.” he says triumphant, before he thrusts into you roughly, setting a pace at such a brutal speed, your face contorting as he shoves his cock inside and out roughly, he finds joy in your discomfort, trying to adjust to the rhythm.

He pushes your knees to your chest, spreading your legs wider and making him go deeper, he thrusts continue to be violent and rough, it took you few moments to adjust to the rhythm, but when you did, you found pleasure coursing through your veins.

His hand came to stimulate your clit, scooping the slick that leaked from your hole upwards and coat it with it before he rubbed harsh and fast circles.

He moaned when he felt you clench around him, making him go feral and even more faster than he already was, he rubbed fast short circles unto your clit while his cock found your gspot and continued to hit it roughly, the double stimulation drove you crazy.

You felt a coil in your stomach starting to form, you moaned and whimpered below him, before you can process what was happening you came undone, a painful pleasure ripped through you and you felt something wet drip down to the sheets, scara groaned at the sight before he finished with a loud moan as well.

“Fucked you so good that it had you squirting.” he said with a mean chuckle and you felt shy, you just squirted. Of course you did, how could you not? All the pent up orgasms he denied you of was too frustrating.

He propped down next to you on bed and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, gestures like this always confuse you, he's so mean vocally and when he fucks you, but gentle and soft sometimes. You get a mix of everything. But hey you aren't complaining.

“I liked seeing you beg.” he says cheekily, and you look up at him with a playful annoyed face.

“I want you to beg often.”

[foxartist-blog]

Served with Fruit and a Break 〜 (Scaramouche x Reader)

!! NSFW !!

You have been warned.

• Word count: 2.6k

• Dom (slightly soft) Scaramouche, Female reader, Nipple play, Oral (f receiving), Rare praise

Note: This is more of Wanderer’s personality and character but written as Scaramouche for simplicity.

Scaramouche was at his desk, scribbling absent-mindedly while scanning over his assigned texts. How boring, he thought. There’s no reason for me to learn something I will likely never use in my life. He read a paragraph over and over again, his eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “The way humans write…” Scaramouche exhaled as he underlined some key words. “Entirely convoluted…” he muttered.

You gently knocked on his door and quietly sneaked behind his seat, and tapped on his shoulder with a plate of sliced fruit and snacks. “Wanna take a break?” You smiled at him, hoping that he would agree. But to your dismay, he flicked his hand as if swatting away a fly. “I have no need for food or breaks,” came his reply.

His rejection caused your shoulders to slump. “But…”

“No buts. Now stop being a distraction and go do your own assignments.”

Your brows furrowed slightly in annoyance and pursed your lips a little. “Well I’m taking a break.”

He didn’t reply as his attention was back on his textbooks. The way he brushed you off did irritate you a bit. You placed the plate down on his desk next to a pile of books and picked up a small slice of a banana, with a thought running through your mind. I’ll just do this and leave…

You grabbed onto his hair to pull his head back a little and shoved the banana into his mouth. Scaramouche’s eyes widened and he spluttered. You were already heading for the door but he gripped onto your arm and pulled you back. He spat out the piece of banana before speaking. “You little…” Scaramouche faltered before sighing. “You want me to choke?”

You averted your eyes from his intense gaze. “N-No… I just wanted you to take a break.”

He sighed. “I really don’t understand why you care so much but… fine. I’ll take this break so you can stop being a nuisance.” He let go of your arm and sat back down on his chair.

Great! You gave him a small smile then pointed at his lap. “Since there’s no chairs, I can sit here, right?” Giving him a playful wink, you were quick to take your seat on his lap, picking up a cherry and popping it into your mouth.

Scaramouche paused, feeling a little embarrassed. But he would never show that side to you. He sighed as he realised there really weren't any other seats for you. “Do whatever you want. Just involve me as little as poss—” he was cut off by you shoving another piece of fruit into his mouth. “Can you quit that?” He scowled when you looked satisfied doing that to him that he decided to take his revenge. He grabbed a blueberry from the plate and forced your mouth open with his other hand. “Say aah…” he smirked as he pushed the blueberry into your mouth. You closed your mouth after he let your jaw go, feeling your cheeks heat up. You were expecting him to shove it into your mouth as you did to him but to your surprise he was handling you quite gently. As you chewed quickly, you gazed into his eyes while he stared back silently. It was only when you swallowed that you realised you were staring so absent-mindedly at him that you turned away to pick up another piece of fruit. You brought the fruit up to his lips as he gave you a tiny smirk, slightly laughing at you.

“Heh… What’s the matter? Did you happen to get lost in my eyes?” Scaramouche opened his mouth as you fed him. “And quit feeding me like I’m a baby. Why are you doing that?” He frowned as he chewed.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It's just an act of affection.” You were looking at the plate instead of his face, with the hope that he wouldn’t comment on your flushed cheeks.

Scaramouche picked off the plate this time and brought the apple slice to your lips. “I don’t… think I deserve such treatment from you. Yet…” His thumb swiped lightly over your bottom lip as you chewed, giving you a small, ticklish feeling. “I feel… greedy…” he continued, his thumb pushing past your lips when you finished eating the apple slice. You felt his thumb caressing the tip of your tongue before he pulled it out. There were moments like these where Scaramouche would openly tell you his feelings. It was something you greatly appreciated.

“Feed me a cracker this time.” Scaramouche requested. You picked up a cracker from the plate and fed him, smiling softly as you said, “it’s okay to be a little greedy…”

A small smirk slowly formed on his lips as he swallowed. “Is that so? Then I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” He picked up a strawberry and held it between his teeth before leaning towards you. Scaramouche caught your chin, pressing his thumb and middle finger against your cheeks gently to get you to open your mouth. He pushed half of the strawberry between your teeth and bit down, so half was in your mouth and the other half was in his.

“Hm. Sour,” Scaramouche muttered as he ate his half of the strawberry. He noticed you not chewing. “I don’t mind taking my strawberry back, you know.”

You stuttered out a confused ‘huh’ as he leaned towards your face, his eyes locked onto your lips. His thumb pressed between your lips as his tongue snaked in, swiping the other half of the strawberry. Scaramouche pulled away slightly as he chewed with a smirk plastered upon his lips. It finally registered in your brain what he did. ”Thief,” you remarked, playfully frowning. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull his head closer before lightly pecking his lips in a teasing manner. Scaramouche’s mouth tickled upon feeling such softness against him. His hands slid down to your hips, fondling them as he pressed his mouth against yours.

While you were kissing him slowly, you pulled away briefly and picked up a piece of fruit from the plate. You popped the fruit into your mouth then pressed your lips against his again, pushing the fruit into his mouth with your tongue as Scaramouche parted his lips. To your surprise, he spat out the fruit and slid his textbooks and notepad to the side before grabbing you off his lap and onto the desk instead. He didn’t waste a single second as he immediately pressed his mouth against yours in a searing kiss, groping and squeezing your curves through your clothes in order to force a gasp out of you so he could push his tongue inside your mouth. His hands slid up to hold your face, as he circled his tongue around yours in a slow dance. Your hands found purchase at the front of his clothes, clutching and wrinkling his Akademiya uniform while you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Scaramouche finally pulled away when you needed air but he could not wait as his lips immediately trailed down the side of your neck, his hands pulling, unbuttoning, undressing you.

Scaramouche grunted as he felt your thighs squeeze his hips. “Aren’t you a little too excited?” He mumbled into your neck, kissing down until he reached your collarbone, licking it slowly.

“I think you’re the one who’s excited,” you replied as you caressed his head while one hand was running up and down his side, eventually inching its way between his legs, toward his hardening cock. Scaramouche began kissing the top of your breasts, while his hands squeezed them gently, his thumbs rubbing your nipples. He was licking the line between your breasts before he suddenly gasped against your skin, while you were amused by his reaction as your hand fondled his erection through his pants. His gaze shifted to your face, his lips forming a straight line as if to tell you that he will get you back for that.

He kept his eyes on your face as he very quickly closed his lips over one of your nipples, sucking harshly while he pinched and pulled the other, startling you and causing moans to slip out of your mouth. Scaramouche smirked as he began to lick, flicking your nipple with his tongue as you gripped onto his hair, squirming. You arched your back as he opened his mouth wider to not only suck on your nipple, but some of the area around your nipple as well. Your movements of pressing your tit further against his mouth only challenged Scaramouche to fit as much as he can, as his saliva began to dribble under your tit. He let go with a wet pop, admiring the way your nipple was glistening with his saliva, all swollen and sensitive. He glanced back to your face, looking into your eyes as his finger poked your wet nipple. You grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your nipple, trembling as you managed to breathe out. “It’s too sensitive…” You said as you covered your other nipple with your hand, knowing that he was going to treat it the same way.

Scaramouche lightly chuckled. “Hey… You’re the one who urged me to take a break. All this studying makes me stressed out, so…” he pinned your hands behind you as he continued, “I need your body to relieve my mind.” As he went to press his tongue against your untouched nipple, you twisted your body to the side, attempting to avoid his mouth. He growled in response. “Quit moving around like that or I’ll bite.” He threatened unseriously, trying to make you listen to his instructions but the sound of his growl had only excited you further as wetness pooled between your legs. However you decided to let him have his way, as Scaramouche moaned against your nipple when his lips made contact. He once again sucked roughly as you squirmed and trembled, trying to free your hands from his grip. He attempted to fit your tit into his mouth as much as he could as he played around your nipple with his tongue. If he continued his ministrations, it felt as if you could cum just from him playing with your tits…!

You sighed out of relief as Scaramouche finally pulled away from your breasts, admiring again at his work, as your tits were wet and messy with his saliva. “You look so good like this,” he whispered as he gazed at your swollen nipples. Scaramouche looked pleased with himself, then his eyes trailed downwards. “Of course, I must be neglecting something…” He flicked his gaze to your face. “Care to tell me?” Scaramouche asked as he then whispered your name.

“...Please,” with a shaky sigh you squeezed his hips with your legs again. Scaramouche finally let go of your hands as he pulled your outer clothing down and grabbed your knees to spread them apart. “Oh?” He murmured as he noticed the wet spot on your panties. “Mmh… enjoying yourself, weren’t you?” Scaramouche chuckled as pressed his lips against your inner thigh, kissing and sucking as you whined. He paused for a moment, as if thinking of something. “Hold on to me,” Scaramouche demanded. You complied and wrapped your limbs around his body as he proceeded to lift you up from the desk and set you on his bed. “I don’t want you making a mess near the books,” he muttered as he pushed you down, slotting himself between your legs, and grinding his clothed cock against your panties. “You feel so good…” he groaned blissfully as he continued to rub against you, causing your panties to stick to your pussy and the wet spot to spread. “So good…” he whispered in your ear. Scaramouche paused before hesitantly whispering again. “Good girl.”

You shivered when he whispered in your ear. “How unexp–,” you were cut off as he began to kiss you hungrily on the lips, thrusting his hot tongue into your mouth. Scaramouche kept his eyes open this time while making out with you, without you noticing as your eyes were shut, focusing on the feeling and texture of his tongue. His gaze, while normally strong, was soft as he kissed you, yet still a glaze of lust was evident in his eyes. He pulled away from your mouth and shuffled down your body, his indigo-blue eyes examining and memorising each and every curve, mark, spot, on your body until he hooked his fingers around your panties. Before he pulled them down, he met your gaze once again. “I do believe there is… one ‘fruit’ you have yet to serve me. Heh heh.” Scaramouche chuckled as he pulled your panties completely off. “Mmh… you smell good…” he remarked as he nudged his nose against your clit, causing you to immediately squeeze his head between your thighs. He groaned as he felt the soft skin of your inner thighs squishing his face, and he pressed his mouth against your slit as he mumbled into it. “This is the break I needed…” Scaramouche’s tongue poked and prodded at your opening, licking up all the slick, as he ran his tongue up and down your pussy. Your hands gripped onto his hair, tugging on it as you writhed in pleasure when he closed his lips around your clit and sucked. He didn’t mind how tightly you squeezed his head, after all he was a puppet who did not need to breathe.

Yet, it did bother him somewhat, as Scaramouche found it slightly difficult to thrust his tongue into your hole when your legs were closed around him. He pushed your thighs apart, by holding the back of your knees and pressing them against your chest, folding you however he wanted. “That’s better,” he mumbled as he dove right back into your pussy and shoved his tongue in, causing you to gasp and tremble as he moved his tongue in and out of your wet hole. As much as you wanted to watch him eat you out, your head was constantly thrown back due to the intense amount of pleasure he was giving you. Your orgasm was building strongly when Scaramouche decided to shift one of his hands from your thighs to your clit, instantly soaking his fingers in a mixture of your slick and his saliva, as he rubbed and played with your sensitivity while his tongue moved in and out of your pussy at a fast pace. His actions had only caused you to shake involuntarily as you began to chant his name while your eyes were glued to the ceiling. Scaramouche could tell you were on the very edge of a powerful orgasm when he began to mumble into your pussy. “Mmh…cum…cum…cum for me…cum on my face…I’ll keep…fucking you with my tongue…just…cum…!”

You pressed your palm over your mouth to cover up a loud moan as you squirted, the edges of your vision turning white as your climax washed over you, rendering you into a crying, shaking mess. Scaramouche could only watch your reaction in awe, as he was the one who made you react in such a hot way. His tongue slowly licked up your mess, as you quivered, trying to push his face away from your pussy. “Stop it… it's too much,” your voice sounded above a whisper while you glanced down at him. It seems you’ve made a bigger mess than you thought as you noticed your fluids on his face.

Scaramouche sat up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He sighed. “I guess you’re due for a break, huh?” He pulled you closer to him by your thighs. “You have five minutes,” he chuckled as he eagerly rubbed his cock on your sensitive pussy.

Also posted on AO3. Do not share, copy, translate.

Thank you for reading <3

[diyahatnight]

Genshin men NSFW head canons

Warnings: This isn’t porn with a plot, it’s more of the sexual life of your relationship!

Minor’s dni

You can read the non nsfw version

Parings: Childe, Kazuha, Venti, Zhongli, Ayato, Wanderer, Xiao, Diluc, and Cyno X F! reader

Summary: These are head cannons and mini stories of your sex life with these characters, after your relationship started getting serious.

Notes: This is a modern au with phones and sending text messages. It also always seems so out of character for me when i write nsfw stuff. Please excuse my grammar mistakes <3

Childe

You haven’t seen your boyfriend for a while so you decided to go visit him at the golden house for a little. You did this often whenever you missed him so when he sees you enter he’s not surprised “Hey girlie.” You go over and give him a hug and he hugs you back. “Since you’re here how about we spar?” he asks you that every time you come and visit him. There is only one condition, if he wins, he gets to fuck you. But if you win he still gets to fuck you. There’s no escaping it. He loved when you came in and visited him because every time he had you pinned against the wall with your legs over his shoulders while he pounded into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. This was his most favorite place to fuck. You never admitted it but you sometimes come and visit him when you’re horny and craved his fat cock.

Kazuha

Kazuha would be out at sea for a very long time, longer than usual. And you missed him sooooo much. For some reason you always found yourself on a tiny boat next to a large one which happens to be Beidou’s ship. They pull you in wondering what the hell you were doing in the middle of the ocean and you had no idea either. You told them how long you’ve been out there and they were shocked to hear that you’ve been at sea without food and water for a week, wondering how you’re still alive. After they fed you and gave you some water Beidou told Kazuha to take you to his personal cabin so you could shower and get some warm clothes, so he did. He had you laying on the bed in an instant. He had locked the door when y’all first came in the room. He had planned to fuck you before you the both of you went inside the cabin. He always slowly inserted himself until he bottomed out. To him, fucking you and making love with you was 2 different things. So he was going to make you feel good slow, and sensually. y’all are gonna be in there for a while as he had you cumming on his cock multiple times before he pulled out and came on your stomach, and beidou new that. As that wasn’t your first time in his cabin, that’s why you were so familiar with it.

Venti

Venti loved ovulation week so much, that sweet smell that came from you turned him on so much. As he was the anemo archon, he was able to smell basically everything. So when he came home drunk as hell you had to bathe him like a child. You were wearing a nightgown and no panties because you were in the middle of changing and when he came home he interrupted you. That sweet smell was so strong and was calling his name he pulled you inside the bathtub with your nightgown still on and stuck his hard cock inside you with no warning. He wanted to taste and see if you were as sweet as you smelled but he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet so fucking you on spot was his next best option.

Bonus: When your sex life with him started you didn’t expect much from him because he’s a little man and doesn’t seem like the type that carries something heavy in his pants, but you didn’t mind. You had completely forgot that he had the ability to shape shift, so you were shocked at the bulge a lone, but when he pulled it out your jaw was on the floor. Maybe that’s why he was so small and skinny but so heavy…

Zhongli

Zhongli’s cock is HUGE no questions asked. He’s about 9-10 inches, you think more about 11 but he doesn’t believe so. It’s more on the thick side so it’s quite heavy and the boners are outrageous. You decided to mess with him in public once and it was your worse decision of your life. When y’all got home that day he scolded you for being childish for grinding yourself on his cock. But he fucked you on the spot in public, in front of people. Secretly though, and nobody noticed, somehow. Nobody noticed how you arched your back on him and how your eyes rolled back when you had an orgasm on his cock. Luckily your skirt concealed the connection.

Ayato

Ayato had once done something that felt illegal. During a meeting he had you under the table giving him head. He told you to be careful and not make any noises while you sucked on his cock under the table. You felt like you were going to get in trouble if you got found out, but Ayato assured you that you wouldn’t he’s just doing it privately so the people don’t think down on him. It shocked you when he asked you to do this because he doesn’t seem like the type of person to be interested. The whole time he was talking he had a straight face not expressing pleasure at all, it wasn’t a struggle to hide it but he accidentally paused when he came inside your mouth. After the short pause he continued to talk like he didn’t just empty his balls down your throat. After the meeting is over he tells the last person out to lock the door after them so he could pull you out and bend you over the table.

Wanderer (Hat guy/ Kuni)

This man has absolutely no fears. You wanted to go and find Tighnari so he could teach you how to make some medicines and your boyfriend Kuni decided to accompany you. You and him kept messing around and he pushed you inside a pond, you came out soaking wet and your clothes see through, and that turned him on. You found a nice lady and she allowed you to go in and dry your clothes and change. Kuni followed in and sat on the toilet, the bathroom was quite small but it was fine. You got completely naked and he watched you as you undressed, with absolutely no shame and visibly getting hard. He pulled you onto his lap and just got to the point, fucked you cowgirl style but he was ramming into you hard and all you hear is skin slapping and concealed moans. The lady heard and was disgusted, you felt bad for having sex in a random lady’s home but Kuni didn’t care. When the both of you walked out she was gonna confront you but the glare your boyfriend gave her scared the hell out of her.

Xiao

He was inexperienced when you first met him all he new was what sex was. After being with him for a while he was open to anything so he did anything you pleased, anything that you asked for. He pleased your every sexual desire, when you told him what you think would feel really good. He’d look at porn videos to get visuals, you told him what porn was and ever since then he got all his moves from there. He randomly started being experienced and you were kinda scared when he had you cumming 3 times on his cock before he even came once.

Diluc

He’s such a calm lovable sweet partner, and he does whatever he can to please you. And whatever he can to have you screaming his name. If you come and visit him at the winery while nobody is around and it’s just the two of you, he’s having his own special serving. He doesn’t initiate the first move, but when you start he won’t stop until you have had at least 2 orgasms and him 1. He likes to make you take him over the counter or in the back, he’s a freak in hiding. He honestly doesn’t care if the two of you get caught because it’s his winery, he doesn’t care if he traumatizes some kids eyes, why would you let your kid wander inside of a winery that’s not his fault. They could probably hear you screaming his name too, that parent should have known what the slurred “Diluc” followed by a couple cuss words and skin slapping was, and not even let that child near the winery while there was another child in the process of being made. After he’s satisfied, he stops being super bold then apologizes to you, then pray to the archons after the fact that nobody saw or heard him and you.

Cyno

You have so much access to this man’s body anytime you please, he’s half naked all the time so your hands are everywhere. Once you, Cyno, Tighnari, and Collei were just exploring the desert and Cyno thought of a new joke and really wanted to tell you, even though he knew you didn’t like them. (idk bout y’all but i personally like his jokes) He was really excited to tell you this one but he had to do it in private. When Tighnari walked ahead and Collei followed him he took this as his time to tell you the most sexual joke known to man. He also told you how nice you looked, and you actually laughed but the joke kinda made you horny. You were all over touching his body and at one point your hand started to trail down a little too far, while standing behind the innocent. He had to pull you to a private cave with no monsters and fuck your brains straight. He said that you were just thinking with your little cunt and you said “Yeah and she craves your attention.” so he gave it to you.

I just KNOW Zhongli, Childe, and Diluc’s dicks are huge, have y’all seen that thing on tiktok of how you can see their pp animation? They all got third legs oml.

[kunikuma]

bar crawl aftermath

relationship | college student!kunikuzushi x afab!fem!reader

synposis | back from a bar crawl, you tell your boyfriend about some dude trying to buy you a drink AND the fact you had to use ajax as your fake boyfriend. this is a kunikuzushi fic. you know he’s jealous. content | 🔞🔞 smut, but he’s surprisingly gentle for a jealous!kunk fic IMO cw | jealousy, mention of alcohol, bar dude being a creep but it’s quick, mention of overstim, calls you a slut and a good girl once a/n | not proud of this one bc half way thru i decided im gonna save the real filth for a diff fic, so he’s… surprisingly… gentle??? for a possessive scara ahah. subjective. mating press. is that gentle??? this is more…. idek. it was gonna die in drafts if i didnt post it SOOOZ.

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you weren’t drunk, but the way the room blurred as you moved would’ve convinced you otherwise. the lamp on your shared bedside lit the room up in a cozy warm glow. truthfully speaking, the room looked mighty nice and relaxing… perfect for a quick cuddle and conversation with kunikuzushi before bed.

that was the intention.

but once you started talking about tonight’s bar crawl to celebrate the end of the semester with your peers, the very bar crawl he was unable to attend with you, goosebumps erupted on his skin. when you started talking about a creep who kept insisting on buying you a drink, a guy who leaned really close to your low-cut top to read the cute, metal button pinned to your shirt’s breast to highlight bar crawl members, he grew silent. when you sheepishly sighed and explained you had to cling onto ajax for the rest of the night to get the fake ’I’m Taken’ message across, he ripped the sheets off of himself and had you right under his unconcealed jealous stare.

that’s how you found yourself pinned against your sheets, your back against your shitty spring mattress with your heart nearly leaping out of your chest at every lewd, wet slap into your core.

“h-holy s-shit, kuni—“

it felt like your head was absolutely spinning with the way your brain was getting battered against the insides of your skull at how hard he bottomed out against you.

“s-should’ve… been there,” he panted, lifting your legs and pressing your knees into the mattress.

shit, mating press? your eyes struggle to focus on his debauched face as you wail in response from how deep he was—

 “...should’ve been there to–” he stutters and cuts himself off with a loud moan when you clamp down at his words. you rake your nails onto his arms and he hisses, but he only frantically laughs and messily connects your lips together. moaning into his mouth as your teeth uncomfortably clash together, you nudge him away and he begrudgingly obeys, snapping the glistening thread of spit connecting your mouths. 

“k-kuni, slow down,” you gasp during the slight reprieve, feeling the burn at the backs of your thighs intensify the harder he jammed your knees into the bedding below you, “t-too much-”

you’d been going at this for a little over an hour and you already creamed around his fingers earlier in the night. when he heard you clung onto ajax, he hastily yanked you onto his lap as he propped himself against the bedframe. placing his legs over yours and pinning your back against his chest, he toyed with your nipples and sensitive bud between your thighs. his lithe legs locked yours, keeping you nice and spread as he whispered into your ear about how bad you were for clinging onto his best friend… edging you til you were crying on his lap. each time you were about to topple over the edge, he’d tsk and rip his hand away, laughing at your whines, only to rapidly tap his fingers against your swollen clit seconds later to feel you squirm against his aching cock. once you begged him to make you cum all over his hand, he gladly obliged, shoving his neatly manicured digits inside of you to frantically abuse your favorite spot he was well acquainted with.

at some point, he licks the shell of your ear and tsks at how filthy and selfish you were for getting off while he was still dealing with his hurt feelings and weeping cock.

“too much?” he groans, peppering your neck with kisses. you squeal when you feel him smirk and lick a languid stripe at the side of your neck.

“l-lying slut, you’ve taken so much more...” he snickers that breaks into a groan against the rapid pulse beating in your neck.

kunikuzushi needed to you beg him… to ruin you with his pretty hands.

currently, he pauses as he breathes, staring down at you, his pleasure-glazed eyes darting around to examine his work and your sweaty body.

divine is how he’d describe the way your body looked, thanks to the warm glow of the light illuminating every curve on your body. divinity was a wonderful way to describe the view because he’d love to be the one to wrench you down and defile your sanctity.

your neck had two marks; one on each side. ‘not enough,’ he dryly noted. below, he marred your chest with many, many more of his love bites. not-so-deep down, he wanted to forget that another man got that close to you… dared to get his filth onto your pretty skin. only he could be the one to sully you. kunikuzushi figured if he could litter your pretty skin with his bites and kisses, no other man would bat their dumb eyes in your direction when he wasn’t around. 

he grits his teeth at the reason why he couldn’t join you at the bar.

his oh-so-lovely mother needed him to come home for a few days to start discussing how the business would be transferred under his name when she retires or croaks. when he ignored her messages and emails (of all the things) to come home, she surprised him by showing up at his apartment. the apartment he rarely went to because your “shoddy living situation is much closer to campus”. he begrudgingly went to his place to greet her there to get everything over with. however, he didn’t think he’d need to leave for a few days. 

kunikuzushi shook his head and pushes his slick bangs back to rid himself of these useless thoughts before peering down at your disheveled state. the sight of you below him was exactly where you belonged; if you continued looking that wrecked, that perfect under him, he might just have to make a mess of your insides.

oh, who was he kidding?

that was always the plan.

at a twitch of your walls, his breath hitched in his throat before his hand moved to your chin. he hums as he delicately turns your tilted, teary gaze to face right at him, thumbing your bottom lip.

suddenly, he grips your chin as he grins down at you, “n-ngh, c’mon,” he cooes, ignoring the stutter in his breath. idly, he starts to slowly rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock all the way in before pulling it all the way out.

…shit, the way your cunt squelched every time he drove his cock into your heat...

he leaned over your form, hovering inches away from your face with a shaky breath. looming over your spent body like this was bliss; he could feel himself quickly slamming against your deepest parts and you’d only cutely cry out and paw at his arms as your toes curled. the way your freed leg wrapped around his torso to hold him deep inside of you told him you were loving it all, despite your nails digging into his arms.

the young man bit back a whine when you started wiggling your hips to gain some friction. he squeezed his eyes shut so you couldn’t see the way his eyes nearly rolled back and how tight you were. you were blearily staring up at him as you regained some brain cells thanks to his unusually slow yet deep pace, holding back a snide comment about how uncharacteristically gentle he was being.

getting impatient and wanting your jealous boyfriend to rearrange your guts like he normally does, you squeezed your cunt around his cock and—

“h-hah, f-fuck, you’re so—!” he chokes out, digging his own nails into the plump meat of your thighs.

there we go. cracked his resolve.

tight. hot. perfect.

archons, your wet cunt clamped down every time he ruthlessly drove his hips against yours. while you might have thought he was extremely well-collected at this moment, his haughty mask was starting to slip right off of his sweat-slicken face.

all he wanted to really do is sink into your wet heat and sloppily thrust inside of you, blubbering as he paints your walls white. maybe he’d even allow himself to break completely, whining and rambling into the nook of your neck as he presses messy kisses on your body about how “f-fuckin’ good you make me feel” and how he wanted you to “p-please only ever look at m-me, i love you, i love you, i—“

but tonight, he wanted to remind you that you belonged to him, and him alone. oh, he was annoyed you only kindly rejected the drinks and didn’t outright deck the guy right where he taught you (groin or nose). he was livid you clung onto his annoying best friend, even if it was for your safety.

what can he say? he’s possessive.

but you knew that, didn’t you?

his eyes snap back to your body as he repeated his rhythm, watching your body twitch and respond to his every motion, “y-you were so bad today, so,” he murmurs as his pace falters again, trailing his fingers down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. he releases your other leg to flick at your sensitive buds, only to then roughly massage your breasts in his hands. the soft flesh in his hold melded against his digits perfectly and your muffled cries behind your hand on made him ascend higher past cloud nine. your high pitched keens were delicious.

your other leg joins the first one to wrap around him, pulling him in. he hums and chuckles breathlessly as your pussy flutters around his leaking cock, easing up on his rough treatment of your chest.

you snicker breathlessly as you rest your arm over your head, “i thought you’d be much rougher-“

finally, kunikuzushi scoffs as he yanks your legs from around him and resumes the burning press he had earlier. leaning over you once more, he shakes with silent laughter at your surprised and choked moan before whispering into your ear. he steels himself to utter his next words without a moan interrupting him.

“that so? be a good girl for me,” he grits out before cracking and releasing a shaky moan when you trail your nails down his back.

“—and take it.”

[heizlut]

Jealousy pt 2 😍 (I love ur writing sm omgz..) (have a good day/night)

i’m sooo sorry i’m just now getting to this. this request and the others before this one were made when i was getting my life together after my breakup but i’m here now! thank you so much, i’m so happy you love my writing❤️❤️ since you didn’t specify specific characters, this one will be with cyno, wanderer, ayato, and heizou☺️ (i never write for them and they need to be shown some love)

cw: none!

tags: multiple chars x reader (separate), lowkey yandere!ayato, fem!reader

read part 1 here!

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Cyno~

You and Cyno had been together for so long now. It had started when you were introduced through Tighnari, who had taken you on as his newest assistant after hearing about how you made the top of your class in the same darshan Tighnari graduated from a few of years prior. Tighnari would go on and on about how much easier his research has been since you became his assistant until Cyno had enough and demanded to meet you. Cyno hates to admit it, but it was practically love at first sight. Not only were you a strong fighter with good instincts when you needed to be, you were also whole-heartedly passionate for what you held interest in.

Cyno had asked you and Tighnari to take a break from research to join him for TCG night at the tavern, to which you both agreed. Once arriving to the tavern, you three take your usual table and get set up for the match. Drinks were ordered to the table and the heated match began. When it came to playing TCG with Cyno, the matches either ended swiftly or he would purposefully draw them out just to win in the end. Somehow, over the course of the match, you and Tighnari ended up helping each other here and there with, whispering in each other's ears about strategies for your next moves.

Cyno watched the two of you, not particularly enjoying how physically close you two were getting as you both snickered and whispered to each other. He did his best to keep his cool until Tighnari's fingers grazed yours as he turned your deck towards him to guide you on your next move. You paid no mind to it, but Cyno could feel the possessed spirit within him practically clawing its way out of his body, looking for a fight. Tighnari was the first to notice the subtle flashes of purple light that began to linger around Cyno's body, a clear sign that the spirit was trying to take over, "Um, Cyno?"

Tighnari's concerned tone made you look up from your cards to see the sight before you. Your smile slips into one of concern and you get up from the table and move towards Cyno's spot, "How about we take a break and get some fresh air? Just you and me..." Cyno's red eyes seem to flash as they meet yours, but all he does is nod. You give an apologetic smile to Tighnari who just nods in understanding. You and Cyno step outside into the sticky, hot night. You reach up with both hands, placing them lightly on his tanned cheeks, "Cyno, love... Tell me what's wrong?"

The sweet, soft sound of your voice, your gentle touch, and the way you were looking at him with such love and concern put the possessed spirit to rest. He looks into your eyes and sighs, not one to admit his emotions let alone jealousy, "I don't want to talk about it at the moment." His tone monotone as usual, but the look in his eyes held a hint of longing, "As much as I hate to say this, let's forget about the match and go home...please." You kiss the tip of his nose, making his cheeks go a light shade of red, "Alright. Let's gather our things and say goodbye to our friend."

Wanderer~

Ever since Wanderer regained his memories, Nahida had asked you to keep an eye on him. You two hardly got along until one night, months ago, he kissed you. He likes to say it was a temporary moment of weakness, but you knew better. Ever since then, you two have been almost inseparable as you helped him with Akademiya projects or wandered through Sumeru.

On this particular afternoon, you had resigned yourself to the House of Daena with a male student you couldn't remember the name of for the life of you. He approached you knowing that you always helped Wanderer get the best grades on his project and promised to pay you handsomely if you could help him as well. You shrugged and agreed, not denying the chance to earn such a nice amount of mora.

Wanderer was pissed when he couldn't find you until he entered the House Of Daena. He felt ready to explode when he saw you sitting so close to that random guy, seemingly laughing at something he had said while you reached over (a little too close in Wanderer's opinion), making a correction on the guy's paper. You look up with surprise which turns to the cutest smile when you see Wanderer approach the table, completely unaware of just how pissed off he was. The foul look on Wanderer's face didn't go unnoticed by the guy you were working with who now had a subtle smirk on his face.

Wanderer's eyebrows furrow as he clenches his fist, "I suggest you wipe that stupid smirk off your face and walk away now while you still can." You blink once in confusion. Your eyes flitting between the guy and your boyfriend, "What are you going on about now?" Wanderer's frustrated gaze falls to you, his demeanor almost cracks when he sees how cute and oblivious you look. Then his gaze returns to the guy who hasn't made a single move to leave, "I gave you a warning already. Don't make me repeat myself or you won't have legs to walk away with."

The guy puts his hands up defensively and takes his stuff, only leaving half the amount he had promised to pay you as he walks away grumbling to himself. You look up at Wanderer, your initial shock morphing into quiet laughter that you tried so hard to hold in. He plops himself into the seat next to you, shooting you a glare, "What's so funny?" The childlike angry pout on his face made it hard to contain your laughter, "Are you jealous right now?" Wanderer looks like you just said the greatest insult, but the redness of his cheeks give away how embarrassed he is, "Yeah, right. As if I'd be jealous of a weak nobody." You lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, which makes him blush up to his ears, "Whatever you say~"

Ayato~

You were so precious to Ayato. He simply cannot imagine his life without you. You were smart, strong, and so sweet; he couldn't ever get enough of you. It wasn't really a secret how close Ayato kept you. Honestly he was a bit too obsessed with you, but that's part of what made you fall for him in the first place. Wherever he was, you were too. Except for today.

Today you had spent most of your day with Aether helping him with a commission he had insisted he needed your guidance on. Of course, you had asked Ayato from permission first. That's just how your relationship was and you didn't mind it one bit. Ayato was a bit wary of sending you off without him being by your side, but Aether insisted he would keep you safe and he knew you were capable of handling yourself. So, begrudgingly, Ayato agreed but made you promise to be back before nightfall, dragging you in for an over the top kiss to your lips.

Hours had gone by and Ayato felt he was about to go insane without you by his side. He gets up from his desk and begins pacing the estate, bringing on questioning looks from the guards and groundskeepers. It's not long until he hears one of the guards by the main gate give his greeting. It takes Ayato so much restraint to keep himself from practically storming over to you and taking you into his arms. Aether was still with you, and Ayato had an image to upkeep. What he didn't expect to see was Aether holding you as if you were his bride as he entered the grounds. "What is the meaning of this?", Ayato demands as he quickly approaches the two of you.

You stir in Aether's arms, turning your head to give Ayato a tired smile before your eyes close once again. Ayato is absolutely furious as he practically rips you out of Aether's arms, making you let out a sleepy groan, "You have three seconds to explain why you have brought her home in such a state, in your arms no less." You nuzzle into Ayato's chest and Aether releases a breath, "We got dragged into a fight with some Kairagi." If Ayato hadn't been holding you tightly in his arms, he would have drawn his sword to Aether's throat. Sensing the immense anger, Aether raises his hands defensively, "Don't worry, she doesn't have a single scratch on her. I think she just passed out from exhaustion."

Ayato looks down at your beautiful sleeping face, then glares up at Aether, "Do you mean to tell me you checked her body for scratches? I've heard enough. Please exit quickly before I do something I may come to regret." Aether looks sincerely apologetic as he leaves the estate and Ayato carries you to your shared bedroom. Once he lays you on the bed, he gets in and immediately holds you as if you were going to disappear right in front of his eyes. Ayato nuzzles into your hair, breathing in your scent, speaking softly so as to not wake you, "I will not allow any man to touch you nor allow you to leave my presence ever again."

Heizou~

Everyone knew you were Detective Heizou's girlfriend. He would never shut up about you, going on and on about how you're almost just as bright as he is when it comes to solving cases. It also takes a lot for him to feel jealousy with the big ego he has. How could anyone be better than him? That would be absurd and simply out of the question. But one person seems to put him on edge despite both of you being so close to him: Kazuha.

There was something about Kazuha's easy-going and free-spirited nature that made Heizou want to pay close attention to the way you and him acted while in each other's presence. It wasn't that he didn't trust you or Kazuha, he just had this unfamiliar feeling that bubbled up inside of him whenever he would see you laugh together or be near each other. The night stars were shining brightly as the three of you laid on an empty cliff, away from the main city of Inazuma. You were laying between both boys as you admired the twinkling stars. You and Kazuha were going on and on about the constellations, recalling the mythology behind them with such passion and romanticism. You and Kazuha were very similar in that aspect. Everything to you both had a sense of romance to it which Heizou normally found endearing, but not in this moment.

Kazuha was telling you the story behind Orion's constellation as you listened with great intrigue. Heizou was growing jealous of the conversation and the way you kept looking from Kazuha and back up to the stars. Heizou wanted you to do that for him. You were his girlfriend for fucks sake, not Kazuha's. So he makes a quick decision, grabbing your hand to get your attention, effectively cutting Kazuha off from his story-telling by butting in, "I know of an even better story." You and Kazuha look to Heizou, confused but interested. Heizou clears his throat and begins telling a tale of a god who gave up his power for a human girl he had fallen for just so that he could be with her. When he finishes, you and Kazuha share a look and you speak up first, "Did you just make that up?"

Heizou's face heats up and he frowns, looking away from you both which makes you laugh, "Why are you pouting? It was a cute story, love." Kazuha tries his best not to laugh which only makes Heizou more annoyed, "Why is it that you can romance my girlfriend but I can't?" Now both you and Kazuha begin to laugh, not at Heizou, but of the absurdity of his statement. Now furious with jealousy, Heizou moves to get up from his spot, but you grab hold of his hand, giving him a silly smile, "You don't need to 'romance' me with silly stories, I much prefer your ramblings when you're going on about a case." Heizou's expression relaxes, but still huffs out a breath, "Then quit getting all gooey with him over those balls of gas in the sky." Kazuha finds this to be the perfect opportunity to crack a joke, "Would you prefer we discuss other types of balls instead?" This makes Heizou's demeanor crack completely as laughter from all three of you fills the night air.

a/n: writing this made me realize i actually love writing for ayato! he gives serious yandere vibes but in the best way. i hope you liked this anon❤️

[celabi]

Low-key I want to make Scara cry, literally sob for just an ounce of coochie, I'm not a sadist usually but I just know this man's whimpers would sound like gold.

“Please… please, I-I need it so bad, I promise to— to be such a good boy.” he sobs against your leg, tears of desperation pool on his lash line, and though he can’t see it, he can just feel the way his cock is twitching and drooling in his underwear. It hurts so much he can’t stop the way his hips softy rut against your foot, hoping for even the slightest bit of relief. he doesn’t find it, and instead whines pitifully when you step away from him. He looks up from the floor, as much as he can see through the damp hair from his bangs, he watches you tilt your head down at him. “I-I can’t— please, it— it hurts… please… touch me.” he crawls forward, and reaches out towards your legs, wrapping his arm around your calves. his grip is tight, but his hands are trembling, there’s not much strength left in his body.

His voice sounds so weak as he calls out for you, so pathetic, that even he is ashamed to talk… but words end up falling from his lips before he can think, and he finds himself just sprouting nonsense without a single thought in his head. But he’s so polite with it, the loud and continuous chants of ‘please please please.’ as he begs for release, begs for your hands on his body, begs for anything you’ll be so kind and give him. And even though it’s so painful, just leaving his cock bare and untouched in his pants, scaramouche doesn’t dare to disobey your new orders of sitting still; no matter if it kills him. the last thing he wants is you upset with him.

He’s salivating, and tries to swallow his saliva before he makes a mess; but it’s too late because there’s already a line drool running down his chin. God he was such a mess. cheeks flushed an angry shade of red. pupils dilated like he was on a whole different planet. and the pants that fall from his mouth as if he were a dog. Scaramouche has never looked so vulnerable in his life. “[name]… please, I’ll do a-anything,” he takes a breath, and squints his eyes up at you. pleading. “absolutely, f-fucking anything… to have your pussy on my cock.”

You hum thoughtfully. “anything?” and place a hand on his head, your fingers tangling in his knotted hair and pushing away the stray strands from his vision. it does little to help him see, purely because of the fat tears streaming down his face. he nods vigorously, a hopeful look on his eye as you stand up straight and reach for your panties. he gulps, unblinking when you slowly begin sliding them down your thighs until finally, they drop to the floor around your ankles.

He’s fast, you can’t even step out of them before he’s suddenly lunging forward and shoving his face in your crotch; his nose rubbing right up against your cunt as he’s quick to dive in, “Yes, yes, thank you! *hic*, thank you!” he sobs.

[linalaine]

- Under the Table -

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Scaramouche x Reader Smut

Scara meeting your parents and fingering you under the table.

🪼🌸cw: afab!reader , fingering in public , use of pussy/cunt/hole and mentions of car sex at the end .

Enjoy !!

Scaramouche and you have been dating for a couple months now, nearing your one year anniversary!!

So you thought it was about time he met your parents.

A nice restaurant, friendly conversations, great food and music. Overall, perfect! Nothing could go wrong, right?

Wrong.

You and Scaramouche sat on the opposite side of your parents, so you were across from them while sitting next to your boyfriend. It all started off fine. They seemed to be liking him so far! You didn't really contribute much to the conversation except for the introductions. Letting them do the talking to get to know each other.

Besides, how could you contribute when you were fighting back moans as Scara's fingers prodded at your already wet cunt?

You didn't see the harm in him lightly caressing your thigh from time to time. But then he straight up shoved your panties aside!

You were biting your tongue. Your face red with embarrassment and shame as your boyfriend kept up the polite facade.

His fingers were moving soo slowly in and out of your aching pussy, laughing a little too loudly anytime the squelching from your juices, got almost noticeable.

You were thankful nobody could see what was happening under the table. Your parents remaining completely oblivious to the knowing smirks Scara would throw your way. Sometimes even prompting you to speak up whenever you let a shaky breath slip.

"Hm? What was that, love? Did you say something?" He would ask. Causing both your parents to turn your way as you bit your tongue and shook your head.

You quickly shook your head. You were practically sweating. And it was noticeable.

"Hun, you alright? You look a bit.. sweaty.." Your mother commented, concern filled tone.

You opened your mouth to answer her, only for Scara to plunge another finger all the way inside your soaking hole. Making you choke out and cough to try and cover up the tears of plessure on your eyes as you avoided looking at your parents.

"I-Im fine!! The.. The food.. God.. The food is just too spicy.." You managed to breathe out, hearing Scara chuckle under his breath as he gave your clit a few soothing rubs before retracting his fingers from within you. He wiped the juices coating his fingers onto your thigh discreetly before continuing to chat with your parents.

Your eyes on your plate instead, a hand gripping onto Scaras wrist from under the table, leaving cresent shaped nail marks behind.

You stiffled a whine. Now unsatisfactory and craving more. The next two hours were torture. But once your parents finally finished their dishes and paid the check. You dragged him all the way to his parked car, practically shoving him in the back seat so he could finish what he started.

[sh1-n0bu]

I am such a simp for Scara Nobu omg. I'm in love with him being AFAB 🥹

Thinking about him cumming completely untouched just from your praise :(( He needs to hear it so badly, he's your good boy and just wants you to say it all the time <33

-👖

♡︎ 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 ♡︎

characters: AFAB!sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: praise, markings, dirty talk, praise, degrading, thigh riding, cumming untouched, virgin scara my beloved<3

notes: currently on my last fucking line of sanity as i think of transmasc scara squeezing the life outta me with his thighs

wanderer, formerly known as balladeer or scaramouche, was not exactly the most gentle of lovers. he’s always on the defensive, ready to protect himself whether it be verbally or physically. years of trauma, torture and manipulation at the hands of the second fatui harbinger - il dottore - doing nothing to soothe his harsh personality and snappy attitude.

he hated everyone and everything. each and every disgusting trace of emotion other than hatred and sadistic glee being frowned upon, slightest bit of gentle touch met with a harsh glare and a smack. yes, he hates everything.

everything and everyone except you.

he doesn’t really remember how it all started, how the swirling emotions of affection in his chest started. perhaps it was when he first met you when you were with the traveler, during his mission of finding out about the truth of the stars and meteors?

maybe during the lantern rite when the two of you stumbled upon each other as he held his bleeding side, denying your kindness of treating his wounds verbally but never doing anything to live up to his words?

he doesn’t remember and frankly he doesn’t care, not when his smaller frame is sitting on your lap, greedily whining as he chases after your lips in a drunken haze.

his own lips was already cherry red, swollen with small hints of blood, giving chase every time you pull away with a low whimper of a plea slipping from his mouth. his white and blue fabricated kimono top already sitting discarded at the edge of your shared bed, shorts halfway taken off, pooling at his ankle as he grinds himself on your thigh with a bright blush.

"hey now, let me breathe for a bit darling" tugging on his short, messy purple locks, guiding him away from yourself you took deep breaths in and out. wanderer whined at that - stupid oxygen. keeping him away from his lover.

taking your other hand in his smaller one, he guided it towards his side where the zipper to his bodysuit is - silently begging you to undress him. understanding his silent, unexpressed words you fulfilled his wishes, fingers grabbing at the zipper of his bodysuit, slowly pulling them down as your lover wiggled on your thighs with a beautiful deep shade of red blooming on his cheeks.

slipping your hand under his tight bodysuit, you felt him jolt at the sudden feeling of your fingers brushing on his sensitive nub. a quiet, poorly muffled whine escaped his throat as his hips bucked when you decided to give an experimental tug to his puffy nipple.

"ooh? so you like having your nipples played? who knew my sweet little kuni was such a whore" tugging down the turtleneck collar of his bodysuit, you bit down on his sensitive spot of jugular between his neck and shoulder, making the puppet in your arms whimper loudly. face burning up in shame, wanderer wanted to deny your words but deep down he knew it was true. especially with his body reacting so deliciously to each and every last one of your touch on him.

"aww you're this wet for me already? just from a simple tug on your nipples dear?" feeling his wetness soaking through his bodysuit and wetting your pants, you couldn't help but coo at his adorable flushed face. pinching and tugging on his sensitive bud, you leaned down to wrap your lips around his other nipple through his bodysuit. at that, wanderer let out a moan, gazing down at you with a completely red face, a hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. archons, this was all so perverted but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"aanh... w-wait [name]~ wait wait wai-!! mmngh!♡︎" squealing as he threw his head back, your sweet lover spasmed. hips bucking on your thighs before a sudden wetness soaked through your pants more. did he just-?

letting go of his sensitive nipple, you looked up to gaze upon wanderer's face burning up in shame with tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes. hiding his face in your shoulders he let out a whine before asking you a question that made you giggle.

"can we do that again...?"

[wanderingconstellations]

Thirsty brainrot. Slight breeding mentioned. Afab! Reader. Dumbification. Degradation. Car sex. Mentions of aftercare. Lmk if I missed anything. Sorry for disappearing so suddenly, I'm alive you guys 🫶

Scara who absolutely obliterates you in the car, calling you names and saying of how you're just his slut and little cum dumpster but who are you to complain when you're literally getting your brains fucked out. You can't even think straight, not a single rational thought comes into head, except for the thought of how stupidly thick dick tearing you into half n' filling you up with thick ropes of cum. It's absolutely filthy, you both were fucking insulting each other and then the next second you're fucking like dogs in heat, unbelievable, but hey, you're not complaining, and neither is he.

He's just fucking his way into you, fuck, even cum were seeping out of your pussy. He didn't give a single fuck that he was staining the seats, he can always clean them later.

The way you squeeze and clench around him, he fucking loves it, he adores it. He adores riling you up and fucking you stupid after, it's like a little cycle that he does. Just look at you, drooling and dumbed out from his harsh and deep thrusts.

You probably would be too stupid after this, too weak to even take a step out of the car but whatever, he can always just carry and coddle you to sleep.

[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.”

[bugsbia]

Finally giving in <3

ʚ CW; fem (soft) dom reader, female anatomy, explicit nsfw, usage of mommy (once), good boy and baby, begging, established relationship, reader wears skirt, face riding. ɞ ʚ Open ending, will make a part 2 of this once I deicide whether reader will torture poor Scara or just give in to his plea's ɞ

"C'mon Scara... It'll be fun, I promise." you pleaded gently, all you wanted was to be on top for once, just once!

"Do you ever stop nagging?" he responded with a cold glare upon his face, crossing his arms in disapproval of your suggestion.

"Okay, It's fine... I get it" finally relenting, not wanting to push your beloved boyfriend past his limits, consent was key afterall.

A sigh fell from Scaramouche's lips as he let his arms fall from their position, "Fine, but if I don't like it then we're stopping."

He raised a brow as you didn't seem to react to his words, seeming to have given up on the prospect already. "No, it's okay- don't feel forced."

Moving closer he grabbed your wrist to truly hammer in the truth behind his words "No, I want this" he paused for a moment, smirking. "and as if anyone could force me into doing anything, I'd have their heads cut off for even trying."

You nodded and happily took his hand, leading him into your shared bedroom and pushing him back onto the bed as you hastily removing your panties from beneath your skirt.

A smirk quickly spread across his lips "Quite eager, aren't you?" he teased, still feeling quite cocky, but oh you planned to break that down soon enough.

Leaning in you pushed a finger to his lips, hushing him. "Behave, I'm in charge now" you commanded, to which he surprisingly eagerly nodded. You quickly rid him of his pants and boxers, releasing his erect cock from it's tight confines.

You moved closer to him on the bed, crawling over him. "Now lay back" you commanded, and he did so without hesitation as you position yourself above his face.

Slowly lowering yourself onto his face you felt the way he Immediately began licking at your cunt, desperately lapping up any juices he could as he reached down and slowly stroked his cock.

"good boy, that's a good boy" you moaned breathily as you began grinding down into his mouth, feeling the way he switched between swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit to plunging it in and out of your needy hole.

He used his free hand to reach around and begin rubbing at your swollen bud while he fucked his tongue into your hole, moaning in pleasure at the taste of your pretty pussy.

You reached down and tangled your hands into his hair as the combination of sensations quickly sent you closer to your orgasm, "Fuck, I'm close baby. Make me cum".

Picking up his efforts as you commanded him, the increased pace of his fingers and tongue sent you reeling. Your thighs clamping gently around his head as you moaned his name, hips bucking down into his lips eagerly as you rode out your orgasm. "Good boy..." you said quietly while panting, calming down from the high of your orgasm as you got off of his face and sat against the head of the bed.

Scaramouche's lustful eyes met yours quickly as he looked up at you, still stroking his erect dick with fervour. "I need you on my cock" he murmured, growing oh so desperate for his own release.

The power was in your hands now, having him needy for his release, needy for you. "Say please." you said with a smirk, enjoying the power you now help.

"Please, please mommy." he pleaded sweetly. maybe you should give in and let him have his release, or maybe not.

[kvnis]

❝ 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 . ❞

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

ʚ ⋆ wanderer

— happy birthday !

ʚ ⋆ scaramouche

— thigh lvr scara.

— soft dom scara.

— sit still, look pretty !

— sweet dreams !

— mine, mine, and only mine !

— dumb, dumb, dumber .

— good girl gone bad .

— bow before me .

— do you deserve it, though ?

— don’t get cocky !

— i love you , don’t believe me ?

— angelic sins !

— what a tease !

— hcs ; online bff scara !

ʚ ⋆ kuronushi

— nushi’s fingers !

— sexy voice.

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

ʚ ⋆ choso

— head so good she a honor roll !

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

[luxxid]

☄. 𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

: ̗̀➛ TODAYS LIST : kaeya alberich, kaedehara kazuha, venti, wanderer, shikanoin heizou, pantalone, pierro, alhaitham.

: ̗̀➛ GENRE : smut

: ̗̀➛ AUTHORS NOTE : ik i said i would only write after exams, but who gives two fucks.

"your doing so good for me, dove." he breathed out while he drilled his callous shaft deep inside of your warmth, his hands pinned you to the bed so that you wouldn't squirm around. his breath was hot against your neck, as he moved in and out of you in an irresistible rhythm. his grip on your hips tightened as he increased his pace, and you could feel yourself being carried away by the sheer pleasure of the moment.

"ngh.. mh! 'mm" you helplessly moaned, his control over you asserted uncontrollably. his movements grew increasingly intense, and you could feel yourself being lost in the pure bliss of the moment. you couldn't help but cry out his name, overwhelmed by his power over you. you were completely at his mercy, and yet the pleasure you felt was undeniably exquisite - it was almost too much for you to bear. tears cascaded down your plump and plush cheeks as the hue of maroon remained present on your cheeks.

you were way to fucked to form words, your plump lips were tumid from all the kisses showered your pliant body with. his love was practically written on your body. his love was so powerful it made your heart swell with emotion, and you could feel it in every fibre of your being. his cock was so mesmerizingly addicting and cyclic. the way he plummeted and slided his dick so skilfully into your tight and wet entrance was enthralling.

"tell me princess, tell me what you want...." he whispered into your ear as his cool breath fanned against your neck while it sent shivers down your spine. his hands ran along your curves, sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins as he pulled you closer. his dark eyes burned with passion and desire as he looked into your soul, silently pleading for you to tell him what you desired.

"w-want you to.. to fill me up..." you silently whispered, your melodious voice uttered into the soft and silent background as a smile spread across his face, your eyes started filling up as you whimpered softly. you could feel the tension in the air as he leaned closer to your euphoric face.

"there, that's more like it." he smiled softly and brushed the hair from your face, letting his fingertips linger on your skin and an unspoken understanding between the two of you. the air around you thickened with desire and electricity, and soon his lips were on yours and your hands exploring each other's body. the heat of his skin and the taste of his lips were all you could think about, and you felt like you were in a moment outside of time.

•❣ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀, 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈, 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔, 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.•❣

[kunikuma]

another day

relationship | harbinger!scaramouche x afab!fem!reader

synopsis | you got caught red handled by the sixth. again. luckily, he’s so generous and only needs one thing from you. content | smut. literally 95% brainrot smut. cw | overst.im, degradation (says ‘dumb slut’, ‘whore’, ‘slutty’ once each), usage of "cunt" (is that a thing to warn??), yall ain't in love love; maybe weirdly obsessed with each other tho, kinda manhandling but bro is smol... so like. is he really handling you? a/n | wrote this on the train on the way home from work. i love "balladeer" as a taunt. it's so sex and FOR WHAT?? used it in my last fic too bye. btw i think im going to develop carpal tunnel syndrome. time to podcast scara smut.

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at the sight of your thrown-back head and garbled gasps for air, scaramouche’s eyes widen as a dribble of your sweat trickles down the curvature of your breast. the harbinger’s glare from below nearly crossed as he tried to focus on both the droplet and the distracting bounce of your tits in his face.

“w-where’s that cocky little attitude now, huh, balladeer?” you tried to pathetically seethe as you shakily slam your hips onto his own. unfortunately for you, your stuttered breaths as you roll your hips clue him in on your actual wrecked state. your rhythm had faltered, the ache settling in your knees as you came down from your most recent high. the man below you laughs as he slides his delicate hands from the sides of his head onto your legs, shoving himself deep inside of your core, kissing your cervix with the tip of his weeping cock. you hiss as your back snaps straight, cursing at him for his sudden rough treatment.

the midnight-haired man below you goads you, “do you hear yourself right now? h-how could you say that when you’ve been cumming on my cock over and over?” he bucks his hips in time with his last few words. the sixth flicks a thumb at your swollen nub and you whine, thrashing at his touch being ‘t-too mu-much!’

his delighted laughter chokes into a groan when you clamp deliciously on his cock at his overstimulation, and he could feel himself twitch inside of your wet heat. 

guess your slutty pussy actually liked it when it hurt a little, huh? 

this… ordeal... happens every time you are caught snooping through his fatui camps. like the little treasure hoarder whore that you are, you were caught yet again in the harbinger’s tent, sifting through his things. the first time you got caught, you woefully wept crocodile tears and asked if there was some way he’d let you go without lopping your head off. the second time you were caught, you bent over a little too readily when he entered the room.

it was like tradition at this point: once a month, you’d get caught and land in his room, and he’d unapologetically fuck your brains out and send you on your way with a waddle and a stuffed cunt.

definitely should’ve killed you by now, but your blabbering mouth being reduced to singing praises in his ear as he fills you up convinced him to let you off each time.

if he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought you were just coming back for seconds, thirds, and fourths at this point. but he did know better.

and he knew you weren’t as clumsy as you let on, especially since you helped out the traveler whenever you could. he knew you were dying to get caught and fucked by him—

gritting his teeth, scaramouche plants his feet on his bed and you huff, your head hanging down as you tearfully glare at him with wide eyes, knowing exactly what is coming next. his hands deliciously shift from your quivering thighs… up to your reddened hips… up your waist where he drums his digits into the flesh. you looked so cute with your dumb stare as you gazed at him, lost in his sudden tenderness.

shit, you were a sight for the sorest of eyes. only his eyes.

suddenly, one of his hands rakes further against your spine, harshingly yanking you against him and you nearly squeal when your chest collides against his firm one. before you could bitch at him, the man below you snickers before he bucks his hips up into your sopping cunt. 

his left hand darts to your head, gripping the base of your hair and he tugs. the harbinger’s grip tightens as you gasp out your surprised cries of pleasure right into his ear, wailing about how close you were to cumming on his cock again. his right hand releases its grip on your waist to frantically hug and pin your body against his, keeping your breasts pressed tightly against him. 

hearing your voice crack and sing a litany of praises about your pleasure, the harbinger’s watery eyes roll to the back of his skull as his nails leave deep crescents into your skin. your impossibly tight cunt and cries in his ears were driving him crazy. he presses his face against the side of yours to breathe you in, whining into your ear about how you “feel so f-fuckin’ good... h-hah, such a good, dumb slut taking my cock—”

yeah, he’d kill you another day.

[figgrrr0]

Hii im new here! Found your blog by chance and I love how you write! Would you be able to write wanderer x jealous!reader on valentines day? Lets say Wanderer has got a lot of admirers from the akademiya and reader is just silently furious abt it but doesnt say anything. When Wanderer finds out he fucks them nicely and praise them/ reassures them <333

Apparently I struggle to do angry jealousy, I just make it sad... but it's light this time! And soft.

Also it feels so weird writing Wanderer as a name??

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Valentine's with Wanderer

Character: Top!Wanderer/Scaramouche

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: Classic Scara misunderstandings, praise/reassurance, fingering, soft sex, slight angst(?) it's more hinted I guess

Plot: A little // Word count: 1.9k

Valentine's Day: a day of love, gifts, and showing appreciation for your partner.

Usually, everyone tries to take the day off, freeing up their schedule so that they can focus entirely on the occasion, however it may be that they want to spend it. Which is why you were quite surprised to find yourself alone in bed when you woke up in the morning.

Now, that's not when you started feeling doubt. After all, maybe Wanderer, your boyfriend of the past few months, was in the kitchen. Breakfast in bed is a traditional start to Valentine's Day, and an easy way to get in anyone's good books. But, when you heard nothing after a few minutes of waiting, – no clanking of cutlery or slamming of cabinets – you just had to go see where he was.

Unluckily for you, all you could find was a little note, hastily sprawled and left waiting on the counter:

"I'll be gone for a while, don't wait up for me. I left you some breakfast in the cupboard, it might need heating up if you stay in bed too long, but that's not my fault...

–Happy Valentine's Day."

As usual, his handwriting is kind of hard to read; quick and messy. But, at least he did technically make you breakfast, even if he also alluded to you being lazy.

However, what most takes your attention, is the blotch of ink that splattered right at the end of "fault". It was as if he were hesitating to let go, to pick up the pen and leave it at that.

Which is why you felt oddly warm at the fact that the last part was perfectly legible and obviously had been written slower than the rest.

Even though you know Wanderer isn't particularly fond of outright expressing his feelings, you thought that surely, today of all days, he could push aside his own pride for you. Even just a little. Maybe that was too high of an expectation. His ambitions never let him take a break, so why would he take one for a made-up holiday?

Well... at least he's aware enough of your excitement for the day to acknowledge it first thing in the morning, even if he wasn't there to actually say it.

But, you knew that with Wanderer, everything would be awkward and touchy the first time around. You had to move slowly. Baby steps, you remind yourself, as you head back to your shared room to start getting ready.

It's only the start of the day.

...

You wish it weren't Valentine's Day.

Every street was lined with couples, each and every one of them holding hands, carrying flowers... things that you should be doing with your boyfriend right now.

And it didn't help that you felt like everyone was judging you for being alone, especially when most of them likely knew who you were dating. It's not like you hadn't seen them staring before now.

You couldn't blame them, really. Wanderer had shown up in Sumeru suddenly and didn't feel especially inclined to explain himself, so of course people would be curious. You just didn't like the way that their eyes would... linger after him. Even when you were there! And on the rare day that Wanderer was comfortable enough to let you hold onto him in public, the admiring stares turned to full-blown jealousy.

Now, what was wrong with that? Shouldn't that be an ego boost for you? You'd thought so too, at first. But then you realised that just meant they'd want to try and steal him from you.

You thought you could put up with it at first. After all, you knew that Wanderer wouldn't stand for anyone else touching him or getting in his way other than you. You trusted him just fine. You didn't trust the average Akademiya goer, though. They all seemed to think they were entitled to have whatever – or whoever – they wanted, just because they'd gotten into the prestigious school at all.

You'd tried to bring up your concerns to Wanderer about the whispers going around and the jealous looks you'd get when walking through the streets or halls of the Akademiya. Almost instantaneously, he shut down your complaints, finding the words so easily that it almost felt as though he hadn't even tried.

"Tch... they're annoying and only want to waste our time. Just ignore them like I do."

That response was actually exactly what you'd expected to hear, and while you were grateful for his straightforward answer, you'd wanted a more... passionate outcome. Something to show he cared.

That definitely isn't what you got, considering he didn't even look at you when he said it.

After that, you didn't want to bring up the same problem again. Especially not on Valentines Day, even though he'll probably come home having been confessed to over twenty times in the past hour alone. Okay, maybe you were over-exaggerating a little, but it really didn't feel like it to you. Plus, it's the day of love! You're allowed a little leeway for feeling paranoid, right?

Maybe this evening will be better, when Wanderer finally comes come.

...

As you walk through the door, you're instantly met with a faint smell that you recognised to be the lavender lemongrass scented candles that you kept around the house. Of course, this clued you in to the fact that Wanderer must already be home. But what solidified this, was that when you walked through the doorway, there he was, waiting for you standing next to a vase of beautifully arranged flowers. It was mainly made up of your favourite flower, along with some of the famous Valentine's flowers as well, such as roses, carnations, and even some daisies.

Most likely, it was thought up by the florist that he went to. But at least he knew your favourite flower, as well as followed the tradition of buying them for you at all.

Often times, it was unusual for him to initiate physical touch with you; even though he was comfortable with you, he still just wasn't used to it yet. Tonight, however, he seemed to have no trouble in walking right up to you, taking your hand to guide you into the living room, where you could both just relax in each other's company. The calming lavender lemongrass candles eased your mood quite well, and you were happy that your Wanderer had really tried for Valentine's day.

...

You had a lovely evening with your boyfriend, cuddling on the couch as you spoke in hushed voices about anything and everything (even if he was slightly apprehensive to start), the lovely atmosphere of romantic music quietly flooding through from the street.

And even though it had felt perfect, as you get ready to retire for the night, the candles having gone out a while ago, you can't help but feel the uncertainty from before start to overtake your thoughts again.

Resigning yourself to forget about it, you get into your side of the bed, your Wanderer already having been waiting for you to return. But he can tell that something in your mood has changed almost as soon as he lays his eyes on you again.

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing."

He leans forward, showing his engagement. "Bullshit. If you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do to help you get over it."

"I just... those people from the Akademiya... they're still bothering me." You look down at your hands.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second, "I've told you to just ignore them. There's nothing I can do to control how people think of you, or me, or us."

"I can't just ignore them!" You whine, "They're always looking at us when we're together... it's making me worried..."

At that, he looks over at you, his eyes scrunching as he thinks your words over. "Worried about what?"

Not sure how to say it, you move yourself to lay against him. Your back is pressed to his chest now, and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck helps to soothe your thoughts just enough for you to find the words:

"...I don't want them to take you from me..."

Now, it's Wanderer's turn to be silent. Now, he realises the mistake he'd made in telling you to just ignore those insignificant people; by ignoring the problem himself, he'd made you focus on it more. Of course you'd be feeling worried about this, he'd shut it down the first time you'd tried bringing it up.

You didn't need to just forget about it. You needed to work through it so that you could forget about it.

After almost a minute of tense silence, you're surprised when you feel his lips press gently to the back of your neck, accompanied moments later by his arm curling around you, pulling you ever closer against him. His hand rests over the place where your heart rests, while the other intertwines your fingers with his against your stomach, as if caging in the butterflies that start to flutter.

"Allow me to try again..." He presses a kiss to your ear before speaking again, "you don't need to think about them, or what I think about them." The hand on your heart shifts to cup your chest, your breath wavering when his hand brushes over your hardening nipples. "Because I'll never want anyone but you."

Then, the night is almost a blur.

Wanderer sneakily pulls a bottle of rose scented lube from under the pillow, liberally gathering some as he starts to stretch you out on his fingers. The scent slowly fills the room, intoxicating you on the heady fragrance, allowing it to pull you deeper into the moment.

He steadily pushes his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you, never slowing until after you've cum around his lubed up digits. Your hand finds purchase with the one on your chest, tightening your grip around him as you come down from the residual high.

He's whispering short encouragements to you while you collect your breath, the moans you'd been letting out dying on your tongue. Wanderer slowly lifts your leg, allowing him to guide his hard cock to finally, finally press against your hole, not making you wait to feel him as the slowly pushes in.

You don't need to adjust much, the lube and his attentive fingers having done the work well enough that only the comforting sensation of being full registers in your core. He starts thrusting when you signal that you're ready, his pace is easy and the power behind his hips is controlled enough to pull a soft moan from you with each stroke. It's different from what you're used to, but it's good. So good. And what makes it better is the hushed and stuttered, "I love you," and, "You're the only one that matters," that gets breathed into your shoulder as you both approach your shared climax.

The next morning, you wake up to find your Wanderer exactly where he ended last night; right next to you in your bed. You close your eyes contentedly, knowing you'll never have to worry about him being taken from you.

He's your Wanderer.

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Scummy Scaramouche and his nurse gf! ☆彡 1.2k — nsfw

Errrr re uploading this bcs someone told me the format glitched out and was doubling paragraphs, sorry! 🙏

Pfft, he’s picking fights with groups of bigger guys that he knows overpower him tremendously— taunting and mocking them with that snarky smile of his until they’ve finally had enough of his cocky little attitude and decide to beat him blue. But even then, as he’s pathetically crouched down to the ground, his slender, bruised arms up and covering his head to avoid injury to the face, does he laugh at their sorry excuse of punches and hits. When his voice is hoarse and shallow as he deems them weak— it was not meant for his ears only, or because he was scared, it was simply because one of those kicks made direct contact with his rib cage and did something to his vocal cords, he likes to believe that he is not the weak one here.

God does he hate how they laugh back at him, for it is he who should be the one with power, but… he just can’t find the strength to stand up. Instead, he can do nothing but curl into his body to try and suppress the growing ache in his chest, and stare with half lidded eyes as they dump everything out of his bag and onto the floor, with all of his belongings rolling across the dirty, campus tiles. ‘… how irritating.’ He thinks, watching one of the ‘bullies’ bring their foot down to harshly stomp the assignment that Scaramouche had asked you to help him with. Huh, whatever, yet another reason to spend time with you.

He’s not sure how long he had sat back against some random locker before his tormentors left and he had finally caught his breath— maybe ten minutes? thirteen if he counts how long it took to muster up his remaining strength and sit up— before he’s back on his two feet and wobbling towards the nurses office, one hand pressed firmly against the growing bruise on his stomach— and the other clutching the wall so he doesn’t topple over. Of course, no one that passed Scaramouche bothered to ask if he’s okay, or if he needed any help, for not even a single glance is spared towards his battered figure that limped down the hallway. He thinks he doesn’t care— but still, he has to admit that it’s pretty humiliating when even his professor doesn’t want to question his wounded state when rounding the hallway.

But does he have to care when his hand finally grips the door handle to his destination? No, he doesn’t— so he wastes not a second longer and pushes through, accidentally with too much excitement it seems— seeing that he sent the door banging against the wall and almost off the hinges. He flinches at his display of eagerness— while you jump up in surprise from the loud thud that bounces around the room. Oh no, he didn’t mean to frighten you! That’s the last thing he wanted, so (even though its limited due to the wounded state he’s in) he slightly leans his body downward in a shallow bow and opens his mouth to apologise for his rudeness— only for his hand to be pulled and his body jerked forward, out of the doorway and into the room, the door closing shut behind him.

Since when did you get so close to him? Maybe his heart rate didn’t fully return to nor— No, it doesn’t matter, you’re close to him. And he knows that’s all that matters. He follows closely behind and allows you to pull him along towards one of the clinic beds with no complaints whatsoever— and even though his eyes start to blur, and his head starts to spin from the strong reek of antiseptic, he sits down on the seat which you had silently gestured him towards. ‘She’s so professional when she’s on the clock… that’s fucking adorable.’

“Again? Kuni… do you get into fights you can’t win because you like the pain, or something? With the trouble you manage to find yourself in lately, you’ll see your ‘fatal demise’ sooner then you think.” Even though your words are what he thinks are to be taken in a joking manner— he’s a bit confused when a disappointed sigh, roll of the eyes, and a slight head shake of disapproval is what he receives in return. He blinks once ‘So strict’ and slightly lowers his eyes from your own and onto your glossy and plump lips— so soft looking that he can’t help but to glide his tongue across his dry ones out of excitement. ‘So stern’ his eyes lower down again to stare at the white coat that wraps snugly around your elegant figure, one that makes you look very high class. ‘So harsh’ they lower once again, just enough until they can subtly lock onto the plush thighs that faintly peak through the thin pantyhose covering your legs. ‘… god, she’s fucking perfect, like my own personal nurse.’

At this point— he’s not even embarrassed that his cock had started to erect in his pants, because he’s sure any sane man with a functioning brain would pop a boner at the sight above him. To be looked down upon with a face so fetching, a stare so proper, and words so sharp— it intoxicated him more then it probably should have. Scaramouche let’s out an unbalanced exhale, and goes to re-adjust his position to try and suppress the growing ache in his cock, only to grunt out in pain when he accidentally puts all of his weight onto one of his recently acquired contusions. “Jesus, fuck!” That’s what he gets for letting his enthusiasm get the better of him I suppose.

Over the sounds of him kissing his teeth and the discomfort he expresses through pained groans— he is just able to make out how you start to teasingly ‘tsk’ at the state of his suffering, before your feet pad across the tiles as you approach. It hurts, but not as much as his cock does when your face nears his own— and god did you smell good, so good that it overpowers the intense lodo foam scent that flows around the air. He is so entranced by your sweet aroma that the thought of trying to hide away his erection never even crosses his mind— you however, just so happened to notice it.

From gazing longingly into your glimmering eyes to, reaching out and grasping his hand around a chunk of the fabric to your coat— he’s brought back into reality when a light weight presses somewhat softly against his clothed boner, and his chest is being pushed backwards against the wall behind him inadvertently. Another groan falls from his mouth— this time however, it’s one of relief— so through lidded eyes and open senses, Scaramouche is met with a teasing grin, and the feeling of you palming away at his cock.

“Aw, poor thing. You’re in pain… I can help with that, it’s what i’m here for, after all.” Yep, you’re are just so generous, he thinks— and does nothing but nod with his little remaining strength, sit anxiously still as the zipper to his pants slowly starts to glide down, and flutter his eyes shut when your hand finally wraps around the base to his cock.

“Hahh… y-yes please. Do whatever you want to me…”