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[wanderingxiao]

Perfection 💜 amazing work as always! 🥰💜💜

𐙚 (a not so) secret obsession

⟡ he’s aware of everything you did and thought :)

— pairing : nerd!scaramouche x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; masturbation (with a pen?); humping; reader’s dirty; cunnilingus; raw sex; cumming inside; a bit of a breeding kink in the end ig

— a/n : part 2 of “secret obsession”. I forgot to make it gn!reader like part one, so this one ended up being female!reader. I’m sorry for the confusion, I’m used to writing only female.

I keep thinking about reader using one of Scaramouche's pens — which he used for the research the two of you were working on together — to masturbate while he went out to buy snacks at the convenience store.

Your panties were soaked from the beginning, since you arrived at his house and sat down at the table to work. That’d be your reward for waiting so much.

It's not your fault! It's just that the sight of him, studying and squeezing his fingers so that they turned white from the pressure placed around the pen made you think about what he would do to you then... Your pussy throbs just thinking about it. But you needed to control yourself during your meetings because it wasn't every day you could meet Scaramouche.

Not to mention that the deadline for submitting the work was approaching and you were afraid of what would happen when there was no longer anything keeping you together.

Who knows, maybe this time, you could leave another object covered in your slick for Scaramouche to obliviously use later. Maybe get off with the help of one of his boxers and then put it back in the drawer the way it was. It doesn't matter, because he’d be wearing something marked by you and that alone is enough.

Still in your panties, you press the back of the pen against your clothed clit. You are so swollen and sensitive that this alone is enough to elicit a moan from you. Your hand covers your mouth immediately, almost forgetting that there were neighbors and you didn't want them to bother Scaramouche later.

But when pushing the object against your covered hole becomes too little for you, your hands impatiently strip you out of your panties. You are careful to leave it down to your knee in case something happens and you have to quickly adjust.

Pussy is so wet that it goes in and out easily. Your walls tighten to accommodate the pen, and you whimper. Scaramouche must be much bigger than that. You think, picking up the pillow you were lying on and hugging yourself to it as you push your pussy against the bed so the pen goes deeper.

Your face sinks into the soft cushion and you can smell his hair. Scaramouche's hair. Closing your eyes and imagining him filling you while you buried your face in his neck was enough to push you to your limit for today and you were almost there. Putting your legs around the pillow and moving your hips in any way, as long as it gave you the necessary pleasure. You are so close...

“What are you doing in my bed?” A voice calls from behind. Your body freezes in place and your movements come to a stop. “No, go on. You weren’t shy when you were fucking yourself on my pillow earlier.” Scaramouche scoffs. You hesitantly turn around, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, a bag full of goodies in his hand and staring at you with his arms crossed with a smirk on his face.

“Matter of fact, you weren’t shy before too. Do you think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?” You swallow hard and look at him with a confused expression. “Don’t act like an idiot. Your entire body exudes of that sweet perfume you wear and that same smell drenches my clothes.” He uncrosses his arms and leaves the bag on the floor before approaching the bed, crawling over to you and covering your body with his, face really close to your ear. “If you wanted to hide it, you should’ve at least fixed the mess you left in my drawer.” He whispers.

A chill runs down your spine and you look at the sheets beneath you, too embarrassed to face him now.

“Should’ve asked for my help.” You gasp as he pushes the pen that was about to fall out of you deeper into your walls. “Feels good having my pen up your hole?” He holds it firmly and pushes it against you, thrusting in and out.

“‘M sorry-” You whine lowly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. To think that something so small would make you so wet and desperate for more, trying to go deeper into the pen with the rocking of your hips, but the lack of the object ceases your movements and makes your body fall limp against the mattress as Scaramouche edges you. He takes it to his mouth to lick the pen clean.

The pen is put back in its case in a second, and he pushes everything to the floor after carelessly closing the zipper, clearing all the space for you on the bed.

Your legs are hastily opened, exposing you as much as possible and tearing down the seam of your panties that were still pulled down. Scaramouche doesn’t care, analyzing the juices that run down your slit up close, his breath hitting your clit tortuously and getting worse when he reaches down to touch you with the tip of his tongue, retrieving it back when a line of your precum connects his mouth with your essence.

“You taste as good as you smell.” He savors your taste inside his mouth. “Almost enough to get me hooked.” He lifts your thighs that were closing in shame once again and positions his face in the middle of them, slowly massaging your clit with his wet muscle.

His eyes close, almost ignoring the slurred sound your vocal chords make with pleasure as he enjoys your sweet nectar. It was a flavor he had never tasted, and sickeningly sweet. Normally he would strongly disapprove of sweets, but this hint of bitterness mixing in the background was beyond heavenly, making him hum against your pussy and bring his face closer to your intimacy.

You try your best to look back to get a glimpse of what he's doing, but even with his eyes closed, he slaps your thighs every time you dare to turn your head. You never thought you would have Scaramouche like this, nothing more than a fever dream in your troubled head. Much less with him acting this way, which you thought coming from a nerdy virgin, would be the complete opposite in reality.

In college, Scaramouche gave off an inexperienced sight, unattractive to the other girls in the classes you had together. He was clumsy and quiet, the complete opposite of what he was now in bed. And only you could have him like this, only you could see what he hid behind that facade and made your mind bubble.

His tongue sucked everything that came out of you, lapping up your juices with pride and smearing his entire face with the glistening liquid. Every time he swallowed, the gulping sounds were audible and made you even more turned on. What was slow and torturous becomes fast and desperate. He drinks you in like he's thirsty, and you can only hear the wet sounds of his tongue against your slit, and the low moans he starts to release, which fill the room embarrassingly.

The sound of his belt coming undone makes you look down with lustful eyes, seeing him palm his erection and press his cock against the fabric. The reason why he started to moan.

A wet stain marked the tip and grew larger as his fingers wrapped around his girth to fuck his fist. Despite this, he didn't lower his underwear and insisted on continuing to suck you as he smeared his clothes and sheets, speeding up the movements of his hand as he did with his tongue.

“S-Scara- nnmh… please slower!” You shout, the demanding voice that makes him roll his eyes and go even faster just to spite you.

You can feel your heart pounding in your pussy, and your sensitivity increasing as his nose rubs against your red bud, his breath harsh against your clit and bringing you to your peak.

Your arms hold up to the pillow, where you squeeze the soft fabric with your hands, turning your knuckles white from the intensity with which you grip. There's no time to warn Scaramouche, and you think that even if you did he wouldn't care about your mess, because in the next second your back is arched and your hips are rocking against his face as a gush of a clear liquid covers his face and clothes.

“…'m sorry.” Your quiet apologetic mumbles are of no use to Scaramouche, who licks his lips and wipes the rest of his face with his sleeve before looking you in the eyes. A penetrating, unforgiving look as he pushes your legs higher against your chest, squeezing your breasts between your knees and leaving you open-mouthed in surprise. He puts an end to what’s left of your panties that still cling to your legs so that nothing gets in the way too.

“I-If you’re truly sorry, then you’ll do this one thing for me, yeah?” You look at him in confusion as he throws your legs over his shoulders and pulls down his soaked underwear. Cock throbbing and desperate for relief. Scaramouche's breathing is still heavy, and he feels like he'll pass out if he feels you now, but he needs this.

He slams his hard dick against your entrance a few times and spreads precum on your clit before pushing it against your hole. You both grunt at the sensation, and Scaramouche's vision blurs, all his weight thrown onto you and making you hug him with your legs to get him closer, because it was addictive.

He starts moving his hips. This position makes you feel much deeper for him, and he wants to get as far as he can go, thrusting until the tip of his cock kisses your cervix before his balls slap against your ass and the sweet symphony of skin against skin fills the room and drives him crazy.

“Mmm! Mmm please… pussy feels too good- hahh.” He would moan more than you too :0 taking advantage of your body and slamming his pelvis against your clit to bring out several orgasms from you.

In the end, his cum is dripping out of you so much that he has to push it all in with his dick again, so you can't blame him!

“Gotta keep it all inside.” After all. His fingers gather his seeds and place them at your entrance before he positions the tip of his cock and pushes it all inside you again. No matter how much you warned him that this wouldn't work and that everything would overflow again, he’d continue, asking you “weren't you hungry for cock? That’s what you get.”

You even forget the condom, but it's not like that bothers you and bothers him too. Of course, you do mention this to him, but he only responds with “is it that much of a problem? You’re such a slut that I know you’d get happy if I got you pregnant, wouldn’t you?” His mouth near your ear while he abuses your swollen pussy for the nth time that day so that you’re the only one able to hear his sweet voice.

Or was it night right now? It was getting late...

[wanderingxiao]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ! (𝒮𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒜𝑀𝒪𝒰𝒞𝐻𝐸)

student council president! scaramouche x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ modern au / highschool au ﾉ creampie ﾉ blowjob ﾉ fingering ﾉ clit play ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ biting ﾉ public sex (sex in school) ﾉ praise kink ﾉ hate sex (?) ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread !꒰๑´ᗜ`꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

i loveee school au's . . . scara strikes me as one of those cocky, super smart student council presidents who thinks he knows everything ,, however, he also gives me delinquent always getting in 2 fight vibes ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The snarky bastard. You couldn't help but glare at him, the smirk on his face only further fueling the fire that raged within you. Scaramouche, the student council president and the biggest, nastiest bitch you had ever met. He flaunted his status as the council president, his influence and wealth. Everyone loved him, and it infuriated you to no end. Even if his words had a way of cutting through you, a barb hidden within every statement, the way he made your heart race was what got you the most.

Your hatred for him was palpable, the tension between the two of you nearly suffocating. And he loved it. He lived for it, the way you would sneer at him, the way you'd bite back. Getting you in trouble was the best part. Watching as you fumed, as you glared, as you were reprimanded and scolded was a high like no other. It was addicting, watching you suffer, watching as you fell from grace, the power dynamic between the two of you skewed in his favor. You were always looking for a fight, and he was always willing to give you one.

Today was no different.

You sat in the empty classroom, accompanied by your oh so favorite person. Detention, again. It seemed as though he was the only one who had a knack for getting you in trouble. He knew exactly how to press your buttons, exactly which buttons to push. Your temper was your greatest weakness, and he exploited it to his benefit. It was the same shit, day after day. You were both so caught up in your hatred of each other that you hadn't realized the mutual pining. But that was besides the point.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone's been naughty," he taunted, a grin curling the edges of his lips, his gaze boring holes into the side of your face. You didn't bother responding, your teeth gnawing at the inside of your cheek. You couldn't deny that he was attractive, no, he was downright gorgeous, and it only served to piss you off even more. He was an asshole, through and through, and his looks only made him that much more appealing. The urge to smack the look off his face was almost too much, but you had a feeling that would only earn you a harsher punishment.

He stood up, slowly making his way towards you. You refused to make eye contact, knowing full well that the look he was giving you was absolutely predatory. His fingers gripped your chin, the touch light, and your eyes snapped up to his. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut." The words were hissed, and the nickname stung, even if it caused a small thrill to go through you. He had called you so many things, but that was a new one. His voice was a low rumble, the look on his face downright evil. "You know, I would really hate to have to punish you. Again."

"Maybe if you would stop harassing me, I wouldn't be here." You were quick to retort, glaring up at him with a scowl. His eyes widened for a moment before he laughed, the sound mocking.

"Oh? And yet you were the one who threw the first punch. Who started this, huh?" You had a smart remark on the tip of your tongue, but his grip tightened, and he tugged your head back, leaning down to whisper against your ear. "I could tell the principal. That would look awful on your permanent record. Or…" his tone was suggestive, the offer clear. He had been trying to get under your skin since the first day, and you were beginning to realize that it had been in more ways than one.

You knew what he was implying, and the idea didn't sound bad. But, the thought of him thinking that he could get away with doing whatever he wanted was even worse.

"Or, what? You're gonna fuck me into submission?" Your words were a challenge, and his smirk turned into a full blown grin, his teeth glinting in the light.

"Is that what you want, pretty girl?" The pet name sent a shiver down your spine, and the look on his face let you know he was more than aware of the effect it had on you.

"Don't call me that." Your words were more breathless than angry, and he chuckled, releasing your chin, only to slide his hand down your body. You were wearing a skirt, something that had been a mistake, the fabric bunching up around your waist. You couldn't help but squirm as his fingers danced along the inside of your thigh, his touch featherlight, teasing.

"What? Pretty girl?" You hated the way he spoke, the way his voice was so low and sensual, his words practically dripping with sex. It was driving you crazy, and you were sure he knew it. His fingers moved closer to your cunt, your panties damp, the fabric clinging to your pussy. His fingers grazed over your clit, the contact minimal, but enough to make you jump, the noise you made a strangled groan.

"Yes.." you moaned, your hips grinding down against his hand, seeking out more friction.

"What's the magic word?" His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and you swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts, trying to get a handle on yourself. He wasn't allowed to do this. He wasn't supposed to have this kind of effect on you. And yet…

"Please.." the word was a whisper, the desperation clear, and he hummed, pleased, his fingers rubbing over your cunt, the fabric of your panties doing little to nothing to muffle the pleasure.

"Good girl." He practically purred, the praise making you shudder. It felt so good, having his hands on you. It was as if your brain was short circuiting, the feeling of his fingers on your cunt overwhelming.

His fingers hooked around your panties, and he tugged them to the side, his finger sliding between your folds.

"God, you're so wet. Are you sure this isn't what you've been wanting? Huh? Me fucking you? Filling you up?"

"Shut up.." you muttered, the flush on your cheeks spreading down to your neck. He was right, though. You had thought about him. Imagined him bending you over, his cock buried deep inside you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips. His words were filthy, the filthier the better. You didn't want him to stop.

"You're so sensitive." He mused, his thumb pressing against your clit, rubbing the bud in slow circles, his finger moving up to prod at your entrance. "I can feel how bad you want this. You're practically dripping.." he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

"F-Fuck you..!" You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, his words making the heat in the pit of your stomach burn even hotter.

"Such a mouth on you. I bet I could find something to put in it." He teased, his teeth scraping against the side of your neck, biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. You groaned, the noise echoing throughout the room, and his fingers pressed against your hole, pushing the digit into your tight cunt. Your walls squeezed around the digit, the feeling strange, but not unwelcome. His finger felt amazing, his pace slow and torturous, but it was more than enough to have you panting.

"You're doing so well. Such a good girl, taking my fingers like this.." he crooned, and you whined, his words going straight to your core. "How about I give you another one, hm?" You nodded, the movement jerky, desperate.

"Y-Yes.." you mumbled, your hands reaching to cling onto him, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt. He hummed, adding a second finger, your walls stretching around him. He scissored his fingers, slowly fucking you with them, his thumb continuing to rub at your clit. It felt incredible, the way he was filling you up, the stretch almost too much. You were moaning, unable to keep quiet, and you heard him laugh.

"Awww, you like this, huh? You're so loud, baby. You love me that much?"

"F-fucking hate you.. t-this- this isn't-" he cut you off, curling his fingers, the tips of his digits pressing against your sweet spot. The moan that left you was embarrassingly loud, and his free hand grabbed your hair, tugging on the locks, forcing your head back. He forced his tongue into your mouth, kissing you roughly, swallowing all the noises that escaped you.

"You talk too much." He breathed, the words coming out muffled against your lips, and you tried to bite back the whine that was building up in the back of your throat, the coil in the pit of your stomach wound up so tightly, your body tense.

"I-I'm close, fuck- I-I'm so-" you couldn't think, his fingers still pounding into you, his thumb pressing down on your clit, the pressure just the right amount. You felt him smirk, his fingers moving faster, his free hand moving to grip your hip, his hold bruising. "C-cumm-ing!" You managed, the word getting caught in the back of your throat, and the coil snapped, your body jerking as you came, his fingers still working inside of you.

"There you go. Come for me. Cum all over my fingers, just like that. Good girl." His praise only made the orgasm even more intense, and you whined, the feeling too much. You could feel his gaze on you, watching you as you came undone, his fingers working you through it. He pulled his fingers out, bringing the digits to his lips, sucking them clean, his tongue flicking out to lick the digits clean. "Y-you- you won't tell the orin-the principal about my-my detention record, right?"

You couldn't form a coherent sentence, the pleasure fogging up your brain. Scaramouche chuckled, a wide grin on his face, his gaze heated, and you realized just how much you enjoyed his attention on you. "You'll.. get ride of all thedetentions on m..my record a-and make sure I don't have anymore?"

He grinned, his fingers gripping the hem of his pants, undoing the belt, pulling his zipper down, pulling his cock out, the tip already glistening with pearly liquid.

"Only if you make it worth my while." You knew exactly what he meant, and you were more than willing to comply. You dropped to your knees, the cold tile digging into your skin. You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his cock, the heat from his member nearly searing. You leaned forward, flicking your tongue against the tip, the taste of his precum salty, but delicious.

"M-mhm, mhm.. deal." You agreed, your hand moving up and down his length, trying to get him wet enough so that your movements wouldn't be too rough. His eyes were trained on your movements, his hand reaching out, tangling in your hair.

"Good girl. Now, open wide." You parted your lips, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He gripped the back of your head, his fingers digging into your scalp, and he thrusted his hips forward, the head of his cock sliding past your lips. The feeling of his cock in your mouth was unlike anything you had ever felt before, the weight heavy on your tongue. He slowly pushed himself further into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, your gag reflex kicking in, making your throat contract around his length. He moaned, the sound making your cunt throb, and he held himself there, waiting for a few seconds before he started thrusting.

"Fuck- so- so fucking tight- you're doing so well.." he grunted, his eyes shut, the pleasure washing over him. His words had you moaning, the vibrations of your voice around his cock making him thrust harder. Your hand was pumping what wasn't in your mouth, your spit making the movements slick, his cock glistening. You were struggling to breathe, but the feeling of him filling you up, the feeling of him using your throat like this was amazing, and you couldn't get enough.

His hips were stuttering, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and he pulled out, his fingers wrapping around his length, pumping the digits, the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, your tongue darting out to lap at the head.

"Ahh- shit, here- come here.." he breathed, tugging at the strands of your hair, and you stood, your legs trembling, and he pushed you back against the wall, his hand slipping between your bodies, his fingers tugging your panties down, throwing them across the room. "Still so wet, hm? You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" He breathed, lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, the position putting him in perfect alignment with your cunt. You could feel his cock rubbing between your folds, the tip brushing against your clit, the contact making you moan, your hips bucking.

"Not so tough now, are you?" He chuckled, the sound deep and low, his eyes trained on your face. You were too out of it to come up with a response, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, the pleasure threatening to drown you.

"F-fuck me, please.." the words left you before you could stop them, and his eyes widened, the look on his face a cockyone.

"Oh? I didn't know you could beg, pretty girl."

"J-just.. I need you.." you pleaded, the feeling of his cock brushing against your cunt driving you crazy, the friction not nearly enough.

"You'll have me." He promised, and he pushed his hips forward, his cock sinking into you, his hands holding onto your thighs, keeping you steady. The feeling of him inside of you was like nothing you had ever felt before, his cock stretching your cunt, filling you up so well, his size almost too much. A high-pitched whine escaped you, and his grip tightened, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

"H-holy shit.. fuck, you're so fucking tight, fuck-" his words were cut off, a low groan escaping him, and he didn't bother waiting for you to adjust. He didn't give you a chance to recover. His hips were pistoning, his thrusts rough, his cock slamming into you over and over again. "You feel so fucking good." He grunted, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. He was gorgeous, the sounds escaping him like music to your ears, and the pleasure was making your brain short circuit.

"Fuck..haah.. fuck, take it, baby, take all of me, you're so- so fucking perfect, shit, I'm not gonna last long, god, you feel amazing.." he rambled, his pace brutal, and you cried out, pathetic noises leaving you. You felt like a bitch in heat, a sexdoll, his to use however he saw fit, and as much as it pissed you off, the thought only served to turn you on even more.

"M-mh.. ha-harder! Fuck- fuck me- harder, ple-please-" you managed, the words coming out choked, and his eyes shot open, his gaze wild, the look on his face pure animal. He moved even faster, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing throughout the room.

"Shit, y-you want it that bad? Huh? Y-you like being fucked this hard? T-talk to me, baby, tell me how much you like it." His words were punctuated with moans, and you gasped, your nails scratching at the fabric of his shirt, the material wrinkling under your grip. You were shaking, your cunt squeezing around his cock, the feeling of him inside of you driving you absolutely crazy. The coil in the pit of your stomach was growing tighter, and the pleasure was making it difficult to breathe, his cock filling you up so well. You could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes, and he chuckled, the sound dark and deep, the noise making your cunt throb.

"F-feels good, f-fuck..a-so good.. i l-love your c-cock.. ahh, p-please, f-fill me up..! W-want it so bad- ah! M-more!" Your words were barely coherent, a babble of broken sentences, but they seemed to be enough, his cock driving into you with enough force to push the air from your lungs, his cock bottoming out, the tip pushing against the entrance of your womb. You were crying out, your noises almost deafening, the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your vision was blurry, the pleasure so intense, and you felt his thrusts begin to stutter, his breathing labored. "Mmph!! Y-yes, yes, fuck, fuck.. c-cum with me p-please.. i w-wanna feel it, n-need it..!" You cried, and he groaned, his head falling back, his hair sticking to his forehead, his bangs damp.

"Dirty- haah, dirty girl. F-fuck, here- cum with me, t-together.." his fingers moved between your bodies, his thumb pressing down on your clit. The pressure was the last straw, the pleasure snapping, and your body seized, your mouth falling open, a pornographic scream eliciting from you as you synced up, cumming with him, your release washing over you in waves. Your gummy walls were clamping down on his cock, and he moaned, the noise sounding more like a growl, his seed shooting out, painting the walls of your cunt, his cock pulsating. It was a sensation unlike anything you had ever felt, and you shuddered, the pleasure so intense you couldn't help but sob.

Scaramouche grunted, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth digging into the side of your neck, biting down, his hips jerking, the aftershocks of his orgasm making him tremble. You were shaking, the two of you panting, your bodies pressed together. "Fuck.." he breathed, the word muffled against your skin, and you whined, the feeling of him pulling out making you squirm. His release began to seep out of your cunt, dribbling down your thighs, and he watched with a pleased expression, his cock twitching. You couldn't form a coherent sentence, too overwhelmed, but he seemed to understand. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and his hand moved to brush the sweat soaked strands of hair from your forehead, a small smirk on his lips. "So, about those detentions slips.."

[wanderingxiao]

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Hi hi!! I'm pretty sure this is my first time requesting so I am a bit scared afjrjwj...

Anyways could you do Scara x reader (could be gn,whatever makes you comfortable!) where Scara is a complete nerd and is just explaining to reader about his nerdy interests/hobbies while reader just thinks about devouring and worshipping him 🤭

You could ignore/delete if you want or if it doesn't fit with your rules!!(I did read them but just in case) have a great day/night and take care of yourself!!❤️

𐙚 secret obsession

┊nerd!scaramouche x gn!reader

❥ synopsis : you discover what Scaramouche's face (a boy in your class) really looks like and now you can't stop thinking about him

❥ warnings : NSFW; reader is obsessed? A bit too much, lmao; yandere reader; penetrative sex (in reader's imagination); oral (m!receiving)

❥ a/n : HIII! YOU LOOK SO SWEET :( Don't be scared to send smth, I loved your request 🫶 I hope I did your first request well and ty for reading the rules😭😭

You know what they say about not approaching the shy kid who sits alone at break because they usually mean trouble? You did completely the opposite of that.

Scaramouche should've been the smartest boy in your class. However, his presence went unnoticed by the other students, even though he had a charming beauty that he hid behind his hat and corrective glasses. These same glasses that you picked up from the floor when he collided with you while blindly speeding up his steps in the hallway with a stack of notebooks in hand to deliver to the professor.

Your mouth opens in shock at finally seeing him without that giant hat he wore all the time, lying on the floor along with his lenses and notebooks. Soft skin, round and bright eyes of a vibrant color like a doll that you couldn't stop staring at.

"Y-you're in the way." he mutters, lifting his finger to adjust the glasses that hung on the tip of his nose with his other arm holding the notebooks tightly against his chest, and slightly panicking when he notices the lack of presence of the frame.

"You're welcome." you level up the glasses to his face, straightening the messy strands of hair on his head with your fingers and a smirk on your face. He blushes and forms a pout with his mouth, mumbling something you couldn't hear and taking his glasses back from your hand, without even looking back before running away.

As the days passed, the more lost your mind seemed to become after your sudden encounter with Scaramouche. You'd taken the hat he had forgotten home, as he had run away from you out of the blue that day and left it with you. Until now he didn't seem to notice the lack of the accessory, unlike your mind which couldn't erase the meeting between the two of you from your memory.

Your thoughts were always about him and what happened that day, how silly he looked wearing glasses, but still how satisfying it was to know that you were the only one who was aware of his ethereal beauty. Your concentration was unconsciously broken the moment your eyes landed on Scaramouche, head wandering through scenarios that you created about him and made your heart race without your permission.

The situation got to the point where one of your teachers called you to talk about your sudden lack of attention during class and your friends started to worry, asking you if everything was okay, you just shrugged it off as a personal problem.

Maybe if you took the time to actually talk to him and get to know him better, that would stop, right? Wrong.

It was incredibly difficult to maintain a topic with Scaramouche (that or he didn't pay you the slightest attention). He was closed off, in a way that scared you. His hat was still stored with you inside a large bag that you took to school every day. You weren't the shy type, so why so much trouble handing his belongings back? It's not like you got attached to it or anything...

But in the end, talking to him ended up being inevitable, as you were paired up together to work in pairs by a great irony of fate. All you had to do was ask a simple "what do you have in mind?" for him to start babbling on his own, and you just assumed that was how you'd bring up a topic next time...

"Next time?" This should be the last one! It was just a matter of handing over his hat and continuing with your life, but did you really want that?

He would never know the dark places your mind wandered to as he spoke huge sentences without a single pause. How his velvety voice sent you soaring.

It was so naughty of you to take your fantasies — that you were supposed to have in the confines of your room — to the classroom, your thighs rubbing against each other under the table in search of relief.

"Are you even listening to me?!" His call would bring you back down for a second. Your chin rested in the palm of your hand, but without stopping your mouth from opening and a little drool dripping from the corner.

Maybe you would listen to what he had to say if he threw you face down against a counter, aggressively took off your shorts just to fuck you from behind :(

Of course, it'd be more difficult to understand and assimilate what he wanted to say in your fucked out state, but he could thrust the knowledge into you!! Moving his waist like crazy and laying his chin over your shoulders. His mouth so close to your ear that all you could hear were his off-key moans.

He'd look so cute all concentrated!! Eyes closed and sweat running down his forehead. At some point he would get so out of control that his tongue would roll out, and thin lines of drool could be seen in his mouth. You could be his little fuck toy, as long as he uses you and only you for his pleasure.

The way he'd squeeze your waist too... After having made you cum so many times, of course that area of your belly would be sensitive! The way he squeezes you, at the same time he thrusts his dick with all his might into your wet hole, you think you're going to faint. It even feels like he's hugging you like a cute teddy bear, without caring how messy he's leaving your insides.

"You're not paying attention again..." he complains, clearly irritated. You nod and he rolls his eyes, continuing with his speech when he thinks he's got your attention.

But maybe that's not the right way... He should leave you on your knees in front of him, sucking his dick willingly so you can learn your lesson. Doing your job of cleaning him up after he had taken his cock out of you.

Classes end and you say goodbye to Scaramouche. He's clearly surprised when you pull him into a hug, rushing out before he can say anything, smiling and giggling. Now you were covered with his sweet scent. The same fragrance that impregnated his hat.

Oh, and about the hat... Who knows, maybe one day you'll return it to its owner again? It's still very useful to you. (╯︵╰)

[wanderingxiao]

scaramouche trying to praise you during sex because you arent comfy w degredation and he gets all awkward and shit!! -💗ANON

" PRAISE, PLEASE? "

summary. you ask for praise and he gets nervy

character. scaramouche

warnings. afab!reader, SMUT!!, degrading near the beginning, praise

a/n. this has been in my inbox for so long, i’m so sorry 💗 anon! i’ve been meaning to right it for a while, but here it is finally. hope you like it! (i think it’s lowkey ass, im so sorry)

"fuck— you feel so good… such a slutty pussy," SCARAMOUCHE grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes his cock into you over and over. it feels good, obviously, but his usual degrading words are bothering you a bit more this time.

"so greedy, sucking me in like a pathetic whore," he groans, his eyes glued to where you’re connected. he watches as he slides in and out of you, his length shiny with your arousal.

"scara…" you mewl, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans over your body, his face getting closer to yours. he opens his mouth to say more, but you cut him off before he can get a word out.

"can you, uhm— praise me instead? i don’t really like the degrading all that much," you confess, mumbling through your pleasure filled moans. his thrusts come to a stop, and he looks at you with furrowed brows.

he’s hit with a short wave of guilt. he always tends to degrade you, as it just comes naturally, but with the new knowledge that you don’t like it, he feels determined to correct himself and make you feel good. he can be selfish, but he‘d never want to intentionally ignore your wishes and make you sad. he’d do anything you asked, even if it made him feel awkward.

"i… i can try, i guess," he resumes his movements, and you can tell he’s going much softer now than he was before. he’s silently worried he hurt your feelings, so he racks his brain to think of something nicer to say.

he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, mainly focusing on your cheeks and forehead. you can’t help but smile, appreciating that he’s trying to be nicer even though it doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him.

"i love seeing you under me like this, you look so pretty," he mumbles, and you swear you see his cheeks go a bit pink. he’s not looking at you, his eyes trailing over your body instead, trying to distract himself from his rising blush.

your body relaxes against the bed, letting his compliment sink in as your pleasure slowly builds. he keeps his pace quick, but his hips are no longer roughly slamming into yours. you certainly don’t mind the change, taking the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair.

"shit— you feel amazing, made just for me, all of you," he breathes out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled. he buries his face into your neck, placing kisses and gentle nips to the skin there.

he‘s mainly trying to hide how awkward he is, and you know that, but you appreciate him trying. the thought of him going out of his comfort zone just to please you makes your head fuzzy and causes your orgasm to build quickly.

you jolt and moan louder when you suddenly feel two fingers press against your clit, rubbing quick circles to match his thrusts.

"scara! 'm gonna— ah! gonna cum!" you whine, seeing him nod encouragingly. he starts to go harder, fucking into you with the force that he normally does. your body rocks with each thrust, little squeaks and moans forcing themselves out of your throat.

"cum for me, sweet girl. make a mess on my cock," he grunts, his own release rapidly building as he watches you fall apart underneath him.

"fu—fuck! scara!" your moans increase in pitch as you teeter over the edge, dangerously close. your pussy throbs around him, making him hiss in pleasure.

"that’s my good girl," he mumbles, almost like he’s saying it to himself, but you hear it. his praise is what finally pushes you to your release, squirming on the bed before you finally cum around his cock.

he watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth popping open in a silent moan. he groans at the sight, loving the faces and sounds you make when your consumed with pleasure.

"you’re so cute when you cum like that," he grunts, chasing his own orgasm now. you can’t help but smile dumbly at his strained words, a bit dazed as you slowly come down from your high.

you watch as SCARAMOUCHE grows closer and closer, his face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. you’re now able to hear the little sighs and groans he lets out, your own moans not drowning him out anymore.

"cum inside me… please?" his eyes snap to yours when he hears that. the thought of making a mess of your pussy has him cumming almost instantly.

he pushes his hips flush against you, shoving his cock deep in your cunt as he fills you, both of you letting out a moan.

"fuck… love this pussy so much." you giggle at how breathless and pleasure drunk he sounds, his eyes half lidded with a small blush on his cheeks.

after a moment of catching your breath, SCARAMOUCHE pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on where his cum drips out of you. it falls onto the bedsheets below, but he doesn’t seem to notice nor care. he takes in the view of you sprawled out on the bed, your body naked and slightly sweaty. all for him.

the knowledge that you’re his has his body heating once more, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks up at your tired expression.

"again."

[wanderingxiao]

SOUTINEE MY POOKIE WOOKSTERS

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

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

MWAH LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH

౨ৎ ﹒ good girl gone bad .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

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

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

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

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

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

unfortunately for you, you were the president.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you heard me, i’m gonna…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sometime? how about now?”

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

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

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

[wanderingxiao]

What about.... Wanderer playing with my boobs :3 any iteration of him is amazing, I want him to squish me and then feel bad if he squishes too hard, then he gets hard and doesn't even hide it because he want to squish me and omg I'm dying over this

𐙚 secret passion

┊wanderer x f!reader

❥ warnings : NSFW; wanderer loves your boobs; creampie; nipple sucking

Wanderer won't say it out loud, but he loves your breasts...

・ When you two are making out, the first place he'll touch on your body is your breasts, lifting your blouse, along with your bra and playing with them.

・He likes to pinch your nipples lightly at first, eliciting a sweet whimper from you, which makes him smirk to himself proudly.

・But as he touches you, — you already have no clothes on your body because he ripped them off of you — the urge to hold your breasts increases, and the thought makes him hard in his pants.

・He doesn't hesitate to move forward, wrapping his hands tightly around your tits and squeezing them within his palms, groaning at how soft they are.

・Scaramouche's eyes go wide when you complain in pain, closing your arms over your chest and grumbling about how insensitive he was. Your pouting face turned to the side and got red with embarrassment.

・But now he will be more careful and make sure you won't get hurt, so please forgive him! :(

・The next time his warm kisses turn into something more, he makes sure it's not so rough this time. He glances down at you, eyes lingering on your breasts. They were so beautiful, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste them.

・He leans in closer, letting his tongue slide along your skin. He licks your nipples, savoring their taste and texture. Your body stiffens underneath his touch, and he gets worried that you might push him away, but he was determined to get a squeeze.

・ His tongue caresses your nipples to stimulate you, moaning softly as he did so, enjoying the sensation. He hears the sweet sounds you begin to emit, and notices your delicate fingers curling between your skin and the fabric of your panties, removing them.

・His mouth opens slightly, raising his eyebrows in surprise and desire, watching as you reveal your skin completely while feeling his cock harden against his pants. Wanting nothing more than to bury himself in your wetness, to feel your warmth surrounding him and letting him have the privilege of squeezing your breasts as much as he wants!

・But he saw how vulnerable you were, and he knew that he had to be careful not to hurt you, slowly starting with placing his hand between your legs to feel your dampness against his fingers and making you even wetter for when he pushes inside your tight hole, rubbing his cock against your insides while squeezing your tits with each rock of his hips.

・ His voice low and rough as he moans, feeling your walls deliciously tightening around him and making him push harder, his cock stretching you as he went deeper and shaking your breasts as if they were his squishy stress balls.

・He could feel his balls slapping against your ass and your juices dripping onto his cock as you approached his limits. And when you reach your highs, he puts your tits together with both hands, kissing between them and leaving hickeys in that area, while reaching as deep as he can with his dick, to cum while his shaft is completely shoved inside you.

・ Your bodies collapse together in exhaustion, with his face buried in your neck. You can feel Scaramouche's chest rise and fall, and his hoarse voice quietly whispering that he was sorry if he hurt you before and that he would try to be more gentle in your next times.

[wanderingxiao]

The best 💜💜

You're my fave writer so far♥️♥️ and this is my first time requesting. May I request body worship w/ Scara x insecure reader? It can be gn ^^^

𐙚 when nobody can be as good as you

┊scaramouche x gn!reader

❥ sinopsis : you let yourself get carried away by the malicious comments about your relationship with Scara, and slowly start to believe them

❥ warnings : NSFW; body worship? (I couldn’t focus on it, sry again); cumming inside; oral (reader!receiving)

❥ a/n : hiii! That’s so sweet 😭I hope I did your first request well then! Took me a while, I’m sry for that

“How much longer will it take you to get ready?” Scaramouche sighed annoyed on the other side of the door. It was the third time this week that he’d planned to go out with you, only for you to cancel all the plans at the last minute.

He didn't really know how to feel. After all, did you want to go out with him or not? Every time he called you, you wore that huge smile, running to your room saying you just needed to get ready, but as soon as you left, you came back a completely different person than you were five minutes ago. Scaramouche didn't wait for you to open the door with a crestfallen expression again, barging into your room without asking this time. If you wanted to refuse going to dates with him, you should at least have a good reason for your mood changes.

"Whats wrong?" The door handle lightly hits the wall, making you jump in fright. You were in front of the mirror, just in your underwear. It had been three hours since you said you were gonna get ready, but there was no sign that you planned to go out. The bed without any clothes lined up for you to chose what to wear, and the closet open, but your jewelry box intact and stored there.

"…you don’t wanna go? Just say it.” Scaramouche leans against the door, impatiently demanding an answer.

“I just… I don’t want to today” you murmur, however your downcast look made him wonder if that was all to it.

"Today? You never want to.” He retorts, and you quickly explain yourself, “that’s not it! I just haven’t been feeling so good lately…” your voice drops as you speak. Scaramouche crosses his arms and his gaze sharpens as he stares at you, immediately sending a bolt of electricity down your spine.

It's uncomfortable how he looks at you, looking for any flaw in your speech and making you straighten your spine in just a second. He uncrosses his arms and approaches you, “what happened?” He asks simply.

You smile bitterly and look away, using one hand to lightly squeeze your left arm. “I just think I’m different from how I used to be.” He arches an eyebrow, encouraging you to continue, “and I gained a bit of weight this month.”

He sighs heavily and rolls his eyes, “and what about that?” You start to fidget with your fingers uncomfortably.

“You won’t like me if you see how the clothes I used to wear won’t fit me anymore.” You look back at the mirror with a look of contempt.

“If the clothes don’t fit anymore, we’ll buy you new ones.” Scaramouche responds nonchalantly, but you insist, shaking your head, “it’s not about that-“. You can't finish because he shuts you up with a sudden kiss.

“Will you stop talking shit about yourself?” He grumbles, “do you not believe me at all?” He asks, glueing your forehead with his as if daring you to say “no” to his face.

It's not like you didn't believe him, but it was hard to think otherwise when you heard the same thing from others.

Your boyfriend has always been a very popular person. He didn't seem to care, but you did, precisely because other people couldn't help but hide the discomfort they felt seeing you walking next to him and receiving attention from someone like him. It made you nervous, it made you uneasy, but you didn't want to bother.

Scaramouche saw the hesitation in your eyes as you looked to every corner of the room besides his eyes, and as soon as he separates from you, he pushes your body back, making you sink into the soft mattress.

There's no time to think about anything when you realize he's already on top of you, the same penetrating gaze as always, that he can't take away from you. You had forgotten how much you felt desired and loved by him.

“I think we’ll stay home today.” His hand slides down your face to your collarbone, “but don’t think I’m letting it become a habit.” He lowers his head, leaving light kisses all over your body, which soon turn into strong hickeys.

You pant heavily, feeling as Scaramouche traces a path to your chest and gasping when he takes a nipple into his mouth, glancing at you every now and then to catch your reaction as he sucks hard on your nipples. When he sees you cover your mouth with one of your hands, he stops what he's doing and looks at you with displeasure, holding both of your arms above your head.

“I’ll show you what I think of you and this lewd body of yours.” Your mouth opens in surprise. Your underwear is slid off your body in one movement, and you are ready to close your legs in shame, only to have them roughly opened again by Scaramouche. “How rude,” he scoffs, now observing your sex very closely.

Your face reddens even more when he removes one of the hands he was using to keep your thighs open, to touch the slimy substance dripping from you. Your body shudders and your eyebrows come together as he starts to spread your juices, making a mess everywhere. He taps it a few times, eliciting wet sounds from your intimacy as he observes fascinated. “So pretty… and all mine…” you shake your head and he gives you an annoyed look that makes you swallow hard. He then proceeds to play with your essence, bringing two of his soaked fingers together and taking them to his mouth, making you throb with excitement.

“And you taste so good. Need more of it.” He dives between your legs and takes you in his mouth. His tongue wraps around you, drawing loud moans from you. Your hands play with the soft strands of his hair through your fingers, and he hums against you at your touch.

“How could I… mmmn… not like that?” He comments between licks, “you’d know what I’m talking about if you tasted yourself.”

He speeds up the movements with his mouth until he has you squirming underneath him and releasing down his throat. He slurps down your cum, face covered in your sweetness as he takes his face from between your thighs and brings his lips closer to yours, kissing you passionately and making you savour from your own taste.

He could drink from you everyday if you’d let him. He wished this was necessary for him to survive, so he’d have an excuse to drink from you every day like you were a water fountain.

“Good?” He separates from you, holding your chin with his fingers and caressing your face. You're too breathless to even form a sentence, nodding your head and looking up with melted eyes.

Scaramouche smirks and rubs his dick against your entrance, already lubricated by your slippery essence. Angelic sounds leave your throat and reach your boyfriend's ear, intertwining your legs with his waist, in an attempt to push him inside you.

“Are you that needy for me?” He chuckles, giving in and pushing his cock inside your tight hole all at once. “Oh- fuck—! Who told you to be so tight?” He complains, but from his grunts and pants, you could tell he loved the way you hugged his dick deep inside you.

Handling you with one hand, he quickly turns you so that your face is facing the mattress. “Raise that pretty ass up for me, will you?” His arm wraps around your waist to give you support and encourages you to lift your hips towards him. He mocks the way your ass swings back at his dick, whining to get it inside you again since it slipped out, and holds you to get back inside you.

“You have no reason to be worried about” He whispers, sliding in at once, “b-besides hah…-no one can take my cock like you do. Am I wrong?” Your face sinks into the pillow with his rough movements, balls hitting against your ass. Every time reaching right to that spot of yours and making you see stars, while he squeezed your body with his arms hugging over you, repeating things like how you were only his, how you were taking him so well, and about how good your body was for him, over and over again. His dick moving in and out at an unsteady pace, only worrying about how much he wanted you to release tight around his cock — even more than you were now — and milk him dry.

Then when it happens, and you clench around him, he gets to his limit, biting and abusing your neck area while spilling out the first words that came to his mind, coming out slurred and desperate. “Nnghhf… l-love you so much nnmh… I love you haa- yes!”

He can’t stop shooting his cum deep inside you, until he pulls away with a loud squelching sound, his gooey white juices not staying inside your hole. He admires the beautiful view, and makes sure to open his dirty mouth to mention how much of a mess you made with a smirk on his lips.

The “I guess we're staying at home today” went down the drain after Scaramouche dressed you up and made you go out shopping for new clothes, purposely getting you ones that showed more of your body, saying he wanted people to see who he’s going out with. (and to see the new marks he left on your body every night too).

[wanderingxiao]

idk if you currently take requests, but I've been digging through all of tumblr for some really good (consensual!) Somnophilia smut with wanderer, him just unable to resist reader when they're asleep (i personally prefer afab reader, but genderneutral is fine too!)

Only if you feel comfy with that of course, thx ♡♡

Late Nights

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Somnophilia (sex while reader is asleep), established relationship, cursing, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, Wanderer being a dominant yet embarrassed cutie

A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates! School started back and my fics are now getting longer again when I want to make them shorter :’)

Wanderer scowled at the sight before him. There you were, lying in his bed without a care in the world that you were intruding! The audacity of a mere mortal to invade the privacy of a former god. Blasphemy! If it were any other human he would have knocked the teeth out of them. You were just so lucky to be his lovely girlfriend. Although that didn’t excuse you from taking up his entire bed after he wanted to rest from a long day of catering to the Traveler’s requests of him.

His indigo eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down, the duvet haphazardly jumbled near your feet, letting the generous chill of night consume your body. His eyes followed to your breasts, your nipples erect and showing through your shirt at the cool nights air. A flood of heat covered the puppet’s cheeks, his scowl only growing deeper at the hot feeling beginning to engulf his abdomen and groin.

“Tsk… how pathetic.” Whether he was saying that directed at himself or you, it’s a mystery. But it was no mystery the way his fingers descended towards your breasts, ghosting his fingertips over your nipples. The pads of his fingers circled over the raised area of fabric, before flicking his finger up and down against the sensitive bud. He didn’t miss the way your legs squeezed together, rubbing them back and forth in attempts to quell the new heat pooling between your legs at the touch. Your chest arched into his touch, practically encouraging him to do more.

“Fuck… you really are a dirty slut.” An arrogant smirk spread across his lips, his movements becoming more bold. Wanderer slowly climbed into the bed beside you, being careful at the way the mattress dipped and creaked under his weight. He raised your shirt up to your chest, letting your breasts free from the confines of your silly pajamas. Saliva pooled within Wanderer’s mouth, his tongue coming to moisten his lips before he descended upon your chest, kissing up your sternum before coming up your collar bones.

A small whimper echoed within his mechanical ears, spurring his actions into groping at your breasts softly, kneading the doughy flesh in his hands. He adored the way you writhed under him in your sleep, twitching and whining at the pleasure he held over you. With daring fingers, he dipped down to shimmy your shorts and panties down enough so he could trace the rough pads of his fingers over your glistening folds.

“H-Hmm… W-Wanderer…” How cute, you were even calling his name in your sleep. Even in rem you knew who took care of you. Wanderer exhaled against your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin now riddled in goosebumps. His lips ghosted over your pulse point, tongue peeking out to lovingly lick and suck against that point. Your fists began to clutch against the bed sheets, whining at the teasing pleasure of his tongue against your neck and his fingers rubbing so lewdly against your wet folds.

“Such a dirty little bitch… hah, you don’t even deserve my cock for the way you’re behaving.” Wanderer was finding it harder and harder to control himself. He could practically feel your cunt begging to have his fingers inside, almost sucking him in. With slow precision, he embedded his fingers into your drooly pussy. He groaned at the tight feeling around his fingers, pumping them in and out lightly, not missing the quiet lewd squelch that filled the air. “So fucking wet…”

His eyes were glued to your facial expressions, memorizing every scrunch or twitch that spread over your face as his fingers slid in and out. His thumb slid up, finding your puffy clit with ease and rubbing teasing of circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs tried to close around him, trying your hardest in your now rousing state of sleep to get the heat to resolve within your loins. Wanderer only increased his motions, biting his lip as a blush spread from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.

His head craned to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gingerly before swirling his tongue around the bud. At this point your body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, the way his mouth seemed to slobber over your tits, and the sinfully wet noises that only aroused the puppet further. It all felt so good. He soon grew irritant of the strain against his length, his entire body pulling away from you, leaving you whining and squirming beneath him.

“You asked for this, slut. Laying so pretty here on my bed. You’re just begging to have me fuck you dumb.” Wanderer growled out gruffly, his hands undoing his shorts hastily. His kimono top slid off his shoulders and loosely around his forearms, the divine outlines of his inorganic body beginning to glow as his emotions began to consume him. A shaky groan left his mouth, his shoulders slumping as his hard cock was freed. The tip twitched lewdly, an oozy pearl of pre-cum globing at the angry tip. “F-Fuck…”

His slender fingers gripped his firm shaft, positioning himself between your legs. The tip smeared over your folds, soaking his tip in your slick. The small bead of pre-cum stuck to your folds, sharp indigo eyes narrowing in bliss at the lewd display. Wanderer grit his teeth, hips bucking shallowly against your cunt to feel more friction. He checked once more to ensure you were still asleep before biting his lip. Pressure was applied to your twitching hole, and with one languid buck of his hips, the tip was now inside.

Your back arched against Wanderer, moaning softly feeling the tip of his generous length fulfilling the ache to have something inside. Your lover held your hips firmly, watching with a flushed face and glowing outlines how his tip appeared and disappeared inside of you so lewdly. Each slow thrust grew deeper and deeper, your fluids coating his cock in slippery ecstasy. He just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your pussy took him so well. His once shallow and slow thrusts began to pick up, careful not to smack his thighs against yours in a pleasured frenzy.

“W… Wan… derer~ ahh, hah…~” You let out a small whimper, your legs beginning to shake beside him. The feeling of being so full was beginning to surface. The pleasure he gave you was like no other. Even in sleep, you knew his body like the back of your hand. You knew his touch, his moans, and his delicious length. Your head turned to the side, whining softly as his pace increased, his pelvis starting to firmly press against yours each time he thrust back inside. Your eyes fluttered slightly, unable to comprehend what was going on until you looked up to see your lover towering over you. “E-Eh?! Wanderer?! H-Hey what’re you- Ahn!”

“Finally awake?” Wanderer growled above you, his face illuminated by the glowing markings over his inorganic body. His body arched over you, smacking his hand beside your head as he slammed his hips against yours in a harsh delicious thrust. Your head threw back into the pillows, crying out his name as electrifying bolts of ecstasy and lust flooded your nerves. “Yeah? F-Fucking like when I fuck you like this? Hah, you dirty little b-bitch! Ngh!”

“M-Mhm! Ahh~” Your vision turned white for a brief moment, seeing sparkling stars as his sticky cock smushed against your sweet spot. He could tell it too, the way you squeezed him so good. His elbow dropped beside you, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath. His other hand wrapped around your back, holding you tightly against his body as his pounded his cock into the deepest crevices of your fluttering cunt. Your velvety walls squeezing him so good, the brush of his tip against your sweet spot, the ridges of every vein in his cock throbbing against your shaky walls. It was all too much. “Wanderer! O-Oh fuck! I-I can’t-!”

“Shut your, mmm, pretty mouth a-and take what I give you. U-Ungrateful whore! S-Shit…!” His soft indigo hair tickled your forehead when his lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss. Teeth clinking lightly, tongues aggressively swirling together as you both fought for dominance over the other. He pulled you back against him, his pelvis smushing against your clit with every lewd buck of his hips. The bed creaked wildly under your shifting weight. Loud and heavy pants littered with desperate moans and shaky grunts filled the air. Your hands roamed his back, clinging onto his body shirt and pulling at the fabric as your climax began to approach. The twitching of his cock and faltering pace told you he was close too. “C-C’mon slut… f-fucking cum for me! Cum a-all fucking over my cock! Agh…!”

“W-Wanderer! W-Wanderer… Wander- Mm! Ahhh!” He stilled above you, hips stuttering as ribbons of his gooey seed filled you up. Every twitch of his cock against your walls with his tip bullied against your sweet spot had you reeling. Your body convulsed under him, gasping for air as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You gushed over him, your slick fluids sticking around the base of his length. He pulled out slowly, only to push back in firmly, flooding your pussy until his cum began to slip out. “Mm! S-So sensitive! Wait!”

Wanderer whimpered softly, pulling his body up and away from you slowly, keeping his creamy cock enclosed by your warm inviting walls. The glow of his body slowly flickered out, his breathing returning to normal after a few more seconds of heavy breaths. He pulled himself out of you, watching with keen eyes the way your hole twitched and shuttered at the empty feeling left. Dribbles of cum oozed from your pussy, causing redness to blossom on his face once more at the lewd display. “Tsk… sorry.” You laid tiredly against the bed, your own breathing slowly coming back as your heart slowed down from its once racing pace.

“N-No need. It’s okay.” You opened your arms weakly to him, a small smile stretching across your face. Wanderer only looked at you and turned his head away, hiding his embarrassed face. All but the tips of his flushed ears. “You started this.” His voice was quiet and accusatory. Not wanting to admit to himself that he was swayed so easily by your body. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand gently. “I liked it. I wouldn’t mind waking up like that all the time… would you… be opposed if I came and lived with you?” His eyes widened, turning to you with a flustered expression. You could only giggle in response, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“Tsk! Do whatever you want… idiot.”

Hope you enjoyed! My “short” fics are getting long again, ack! I’ll try to make them shorter so I can update more frequently :( Have a good day! 💙

[wanderingxiao]

Archon scara and brat taming omg 😞

Like we're a thief who wanted to steal something from him and he caught us so he started fucking us roughly 🤨⁉️

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Brat teaming. Degradation. Fingering. Creampie.

Archon Scara is just 😳😌 This man would enjoy the hell out of brat taming.

You had been so close, the pretty cup the Electro Archon always drank bitter tea from was within your grasp. The smooth service of the table in his office was pressed against your cheek, the tea cup blurry and just barely out of your reach on the floor next to it.

"Nobody would possibly send a wet behind the ears thief to try and steal something from me," Scaramouche taunted, licking his lips as your cunt soaked the two fingers he was plunging in and out of you, "you came here on your accord, didn't you?" He hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, keening a loud moan from you.

"I..I just.." He scissored your walls apart, making you claw at his desk as pleasure numbed your brain. You could only moan for a few moments before struggling to find words again, "wanted.. something..your fingers had been.."

Scaramouche laughed as you stumbled with your words, barely able to say "around" as his fingers nudged roughly into your sweet spot again. "And now you have them fucking into your slutty hole instead," He teased a third finger at your entrance before withdrawing them to pinch and rub your throbbing clit.

He'd been building up your orgasm agonizingly slow despite the rough pace of his fingers. You pushed your hips back, earning you a wet smack on your clit. "Can I.." You gasped, mewling in bliss, "still have the teacup?" You didn't even know what you were saying.

This earned you a harsher smack on your ass. "You brat," He snapped, pinching your clit before abruptly turning you over onto you back. "I caught you red handed and you still have to audacity to ask if you can take a silly tea cup," As sweet as it would've been to take you from behind, he wanted to watch your fucked out expressions while you fell apart on his cock.

He plunged three fingers back inside of you, your walls immediately snapping tight around them. "Fuck, are you going to feel this tight on my cock?" He groaned, shuddering as it throbbed.

"Please..please..wanna cum.." You whimpered, whining in protest when his fingers abruptly left your messy hole.

"Do you think thieving sluts deserve to even beg to cum?" Scaramouche batted your legs apart, pressing the leaking head of his cock against your clit. You grinded eagerly against it, whimpering with need. "What a whore," He drug his cock between your folds, coating it in your slick as he prodded it against your clit, "perhaps you'd like to cum on this instead," He pushed the tip inside of you, hissing as you clenched around it.

You yelped as Scaramouche grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head up to press a harsh kiss on your lips. "I think I'll keep you, as my personal pet and fuck toy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He purred as he sheathed his cock inside of you all at once.

He was going to make you scream that you would. The way you leaned up, shaking from bliss to lick at his mouth submissively sent him reeling. You felt nothing short of divine clenching wet and warm on his cock.

His hips smacked into yours, driving his cock as deep into you as he could. Each rough thrust threatened to push you over the end, his hands grasping your hips tighter as you twitched and struggled to rock your hips to meet his thrusts.

Scaramouche laughed and flicked your forehead. "Ha, too fucked dumb to answer your new Master," He cooed condescendingly, rubbing slow circles on your clit. You responded with a scream of pleasure, creaming hard on his cock.

"Take it all, every last bit," He groaned, shaking as his cock throbbed cum inside of you, pulling out to watch it seep from your hole.

[wanderingxiao]

IDK IF U WRITE THREESOMES BUT STEP BRO SCARA AND HIS FRIENDS (wanderer and kabuki?) x yn??

Stepcest. DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. Scaramouche x fem!reader Wanderer x fem!reader Kunikuzushi (Kabukimono) x fem!reader. Foursome. Smut. Degradation. Praise. Wanderer receiving. A lot of cum😳

Scaramouche had told you to be a good girl, and his friends, Wanderer and Kunikuzushi were going to come to play. And you were always more than willing to oblige your step brother.

At first, Scaramouche could barely stand standing his darling stepsister moan and whine for anyone else but him. But ever the doting older step brother he is, he instructed Wanderer and Kunikuzushi on how to properly fuck you, giving him the dominance he always craved over you.

He was currently rolling his eyes at Kunikuzushi's consistent loud whimpers and moans. Kunikuzushi held you down, his hands grasping your wrists tightly like he was clutching you as he pounded his cock inside of you.

The feeling of you clenching around him, the sounds of your moans and high pitched whimpers every time his cock nudged into your sweet spot only fueled his lust. He was unaccustomed to pleasure this intense, and it was easy for him to get lost on it.

"Please..please..keeping moaning like that," Kuni's voice shook in bliss, the cum from his first orgasm making his cock squelch wetly in and out of your cunt, "...sounds so.. pretty.."

Scaramouche pushed his face down onto your chest to shut him up. Kunikuzushi's needy tongue swirled around your nipple, content to whimper in bliss as he sucked it into his mouth. "Makes this slut clench tighter, doesn't it?" He hissed, flicking your unattended your nipple, rolling it between his fingers when you body jerked from the stimulation.

Kunikuzushi snapped his hips into yours, whining in bliss as his cock throbbed more cum inside of you. Your legs shook, your hips bucking up to meet his frenzied thrusts as you writhed underneath him.

Scaramouche decided that Kunikuzushi had fucked enough of his cum inside of you, ignoring his protesting whine as Wanderer helped separate him from you.

Scaramouche pulled you into his lap, lowering you down onto his cock all at once. He grit his teeth as his cock sank between your walls, smacking a hand on your ass before grasping your hips to bounce you on his cock. "She enjoys being yanked around, don't you, whore?" You nodded, your feeble yes turning into a moan as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Wanderer wanted to test the obedience that Scaramouche bragged about. How his stepsister was an obedient slut to his every whim. Your tear filled eyes opened feeling Wanderer's hand on the back of your head.

He turned your head, holding it in place as he pushed his cock against your lips. "Open and suck," He commanded, precum smearing on your lips as you opened your mouth. Your tongue flattened and curled around his cock, sucking as he pushed it into your throat. "Such obedience," Wanderer groaned, stroking the back of your head, "What a good slut."

You gagged on his cock, moaning in bliss as his degradating praise made your cunt clench tighter around Scaramouche's cock. You felt the sting of Scaramouche's hand on your ass again, suddenly creaming on his cock when he pinched and rubbed your clit.

Wanderer smirked seeing Scaramouche suddenly glare at him, clearly vexed he couldn't hear his stepsister's moans of bliss with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

Kunikuzushi's cock had hardened again watching the way your breasts bounce with Scaramouche's thrusts, drool and Wanderer's cum spilling from your mouth. He took one of your hands and placed it on his cock. He folded it and rutted his cock into it, sighing in bliss as you pumped your hand.

It wasn't long before Kunikuzushi's cum spilled into your hand and onto your chest, Scaramouche's cum seeping from your hole as he fucked you through his orgasm.

When you were lifted off of Scaramouche's cock and turned over into you stomach, Wanderer grasping a handful of you air as he raised your hips, you knew it was going to be a long night while your body trembled in pleasure.

[wanderingxiao]

The urge to jerk scara off in a public setting... He tries to keep his moans down because if anyone found out what we were doing it would be so embarrassing that we wouldn't be able to show our faces in public ever again...

𐙚 an innocent date!

┊scaramouche x f!reader

⋆ WARNINGS : NSFW; m!masturbation; public; f!masturbation too at the end

⋆ A/N : I just started playing “a date with death” and I love it :( but now I can’t play danganronpa bc my computer doesn’t let me, for some reason. I MISS HAJIME. Also, it was going to be gn, but I forgot???

It's always like this when you and Scaramouche go on dates. You pick the restaurant, you insist for him to accompany you, you sit next to him at the table, and then slide your right hand under the table to feel his thigh.

His body shivers and his eyes widen in fright, giving you an accusatory look and seeing you laugh discreetly.

That’s not a matter to be laughing about! >:(

And despite everything, he can't stop you, because he knows he likes it, maybe even more than you. He agrees to go on dates together, already waiting for what you’ll do each time.

You want to suck his dick from under the bench? “This is so shameless!” He would think.

Cockwarm him during a movie session? “Absurd…”

Although not only you, but he himself knew that was a lie…

His dick was throbbing just from you asking him out again. When he saw you sit next to him at the table, he raised an eyebrow at you. But despite knowing what was to come, he couldn't be bothered to stop it.

Soon, your hands that were feeling his thighs move up a little to take up space inside his pants. His dick is taken out, but you are careful to keep it hidden under the table cloth.

“N-not here!—a-ah..!” He complained in a whisper, but couldn't stop the faint moan that left his lips right after feeling his cock being squeezed by your palm, and pumped up and down by your right hand in slow movements.

“Shhh… you don’t want anyone to hear it, do you?” You warn him. “And even though you deny, it seems like you’re looking forward to it much more than I do.” He shakes his head and sighs, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip hard, barely paying attention to what you were saying and just focusing on stopping his uncontrolled breathing.

It didn't do much good, as all you could hear afterwards were the small grunts of pleasure he made in an attempt to hide the loud moans he wanted to release.

With multiple eyes already on you and the conversation in the room calming down due to the spreading curiosity, you smiled gently in your beloved's direction and turned your body towards his. "Is everything okay?" He opens his eyes, your soft voice ringing in his ears. But instead of feeling concern in your voice, he knows you’re questioning him with the intention of mocking his situation and feigning regard for him.

“Hmm?” You persist, accelerating the movements with your hand and spreading all the pre-cum throughout his arousal. Scaramouche's eyes fill with tears and he begins to pant, desperately trying not to cry right then and there.

“Y-yes.” He responds briefly, without even looking up. His clothes and his own skin were stained by the tears that escaped. He was trying really hard to contain himself :(

However, as your fingers moved precisely along his length, scooping up a good amount of juices and bringing it to the tip with your thumb, he couldn't help but let out a needy moan. The lewd sounds of your fingers gliding over his shaft seemed so loud, but now no one was looking in your direction, which made the situation worse as you intensified the pumping on his dick.

Scaramouche’s breath caught in his throat when your hand moved faster on his cock, making him gasp and moan louder than intended. The couple seated next to you glanced over your direction, but quickly looked away in relief when they saw how sick the indigo-haired boy looked :( his face all red and sweaty, with a sweet girlfriend next to him who was helping him get better. Nothing to take out of context, right? It was so wrong of them to do that!

“…I don’t want anyone knowing what w-we’re- h-haa—! …doing..” Scaramouche whispers between gasps, trying to keep his voice down despite the urge to scream out loudly from the pleasure.

“That way, everyone will find out” you chuckled “and this is your favorite restaurant, isn’t it?” Your eyes stare at him, curious for his next answer.

“I know, but I need this” he exhaled, his breath loud and shaky close to your face, “I'm so close…” he loses himself and whimpers during the entire sentence, his body shaking with each passing second.

He looks at the food in front of him, untouched since the moment it arrived, perhaps even cold, and looks at his hand gripping the fork tightly, turning his knuckles white. Quickly, he drops the cutlery and lowers that hand to yours enveloping and working on his sex, guiding your movements with more intensity and humming with the more contact on his sensitive cock. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, and it felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if someone saw him like this. And the thought that should haunt him seemed to make his dick throb more than ever. Of course he didn't like the idea, the humiliation he would go through if that happened… but he felt strangely horny just imagining the eyes on him, watching him put on a show in front of everyone. This was so wrong.

“Ooh—mmmfgh..” he sobs, his other hand reaches your thigh, clenching into a fist around the fabric of your dress as he struggles to control himself. His face turned even redder, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, but he didn’t want to lose control in front of others.

“You’re being really noisy, you know that, don’t you?” You whisper, but he ignores you, barely able to contain the sounds anymore, “Hmm that feels so good…!” His eyes roll back into his head as he gives up controlling the urge to cum, feeling his orgasm building up inside of him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear and whimpering like crazy “I think I’m going to cum soon…”

He gave a final shuddering gasp and arched his back, releasing a thick stream of his seed onto the expensive tablecloth beneath him and into your hand. His body trembled for a moment before he could catch his breath again.

“Fuck…” he muttered, looking down at the mess he made, “I hope no one saw that”. He looks away, a little embarrassed, and leans back in his chair, still recovering from his orgasm. “And don’t think you’re not gonna get punished after this” he scowled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You blush lightly, your hands sticky and slimy with his cum that you hid between your legs. “Yeah yeah, we’ll deal with it later..” you roll your eyes, unconcerned. “I’m going to the toilet. I’ll be right back.”

“W-what?! Wait!” He calls, but you’re already far away. He suspires, deeply annoyed, and decides to wait for you at the table while he discreetly cleans himself and tries to remove the stain from the tablecloth with napkins.

But he doesn’t know what you’re doing in the restroom. Your dress down to your feet, knuckles deep inside your clenching hole, fingers going in with the same hand you used to jerk off your boyfriend, swallowing his juices with your greedy cunt :3

Oh, but if you take too long, he might just get mad and look for you himself!

[wanderingxiao]

Stepcest? Yes please 😍💜 It was amazing! 🥰

Stepcest, DNI if it's uncomfortable you. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Slut training. Scara receiving. Collar. Degradation. Some soft Scara. Masturbation.

I'm trying to work out some writers block, so I am just free typing on a whim😅 I'm sorry if this terrible😭

Every other month, there were three weeks where your mom's left you both alone for some business or another. Each time they left, he always promised he would take good care of you. You sure would be taking good care of him.

Scaramouche enjoyed these weeks the most, and he sure enjoyed the hell out of you. How could he not when his precious stepsister was always so willing to please? You were so easily trainable.

He got you a new collar each time to wear around the house freely. He dressed you up in skirts and stockings, having you walk around with no panties on in certain skirts. Thigh high stockings were his favorite. That delicious little peek of thigh above the hem of your skirt always drove him insane.

It became routine for you suck him off in the morning in the shower. Your sucks were utterly worshipping on his cock, making him weak in the knees and reducing him to whimpering behind moans, his head resting against the wall with his eyes closed. His fingers gripped your hair a little tighter the closer he came to cumming.

Scaramouche legs shook as you gagged on his cock, holding your head in place while he thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. "Swallow it all, fucking slut," He groaned, his cum spurting into your eager mouth. "Be a good girl and don't waste a drop," His fingers stroked through your hair, a soft whimper keening from him, your throat tightening on his cock as you obediently swallow, looking up at him adoringly, your knees aching from being pressed on the floor of the tub.

His favorite place to fuck you was the master bedroom. It was such a rush for him to defile his darling stepsister, his willing cock sleeve, on his mother's bed.

Some nights he wouldn't put his cock in you at all. Making you look at him while you fingered yourself or used a vibrator, tears welling in your eyes while you whimpered and begged for him to fuck you. That you couldn't make yourself cum with your fingers as you desperately pumped them in and out of your clenching hole was a good way to train you crave his cock.

When he took your fingers or the toy away from you, your puffy cunt twitching and clenching, your clit swollen and sensitive, Scaramouche would spread your legs and rub his cock between your folds, snapping your stockings against your thighs. "Beg for it, whore. Beg for just the tip," He hissed, dragging the head of his leaking cock on your clit, "who knows, I may give it you depending on how sweet you sound." He would hold the head of his cock on your clit as his cum pooled between your folds.

After a long night to fucking his cum into you, Scaramouche liked to sleep in late into the afternoon, with you safely tucked against his chest in his arms. The comforting warmth your body brought him being up against his, the way you sigh softly in your sleep while his fingers lazily and sleepily run through your hair were moments to treasure to him.

You are more than just a fuck toy for him to enjoy. You are his whole world.

He loved it when you rested your head in his lap while he read or when you were watching a movie or a show on TV together.

The way you were putty in his hands when he bounced you on his cock, his hands groping and smacking your ass sent him reeling. Your slick would ooze around his cock, a buldge poking up in your stomach from how deep he was fucking his cock into your drooling cunt. You would absolutely melt into his touches as his hands greedily groped your body and grasped your waist. "Is my slutty sister gonna cum?" His fingers pinched and played your nipple

You could barely manage a nod, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you drooled and moaned about how good your stepbrother's cock was making you feel.

Scaramouche's beautiful fingers hooked through your collar, yanking your body down to capture your lips in a rough, dominant kiss. "Answer me, whore," He hissed, biting your lips.

"I am! I am! I want to cum on my stepbrother's cock so badly!" You whimpered, licking at his mouth submissively. You sound just as sweet as your cunt did clenching around his cock.

[wanderingxiao]

BEOO PLSS WANDERER FACESITTING READER IM GOING INSANE

Overstimulating Him

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), ass eating, Fem! Dom, Subby Wanderer, he’s practically a slut, cursing, and ya know… 18+ only!

A/N: A couple people actually requested a part two to Wanderer’s thigh appreciation post 👀 Well! Here it is! Having Wanderer plant his lovely non-existent butt on your face! I mean… he can always sit on my face too 💙 enjoy!

Wanderer’s thighs trembled harshly beside your head, the heat of his face feeling as if he was about to burst into flames. The entirety of his face was flushed in embarrassment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the soft silk of his indigo bangs sticking to his skin from the precipitate. His lips parted slowly, a shaky sigh leaving his artificial lungs when he felt your warm breath fan over the flesh of his ass.

“Just… g-get on with it, pest…” Your hand came to smack his ass, making his hips jerk forward, moaning at the sting against his butt. His twitching, oozing cock bumped against your face, making you laugh at such a lewd display from the ever so stoic and lonely Wanderer. “Last I checked… you weren’t the one in control here, Wanderer. Now be a good boy, and plant this lovely ass in my face. Now.”

This was so humiliating, but god was it a turn on. His thighs were already littered with your love bites, his cock twitching and shiny with your saliva from the generous blowjob you had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his bottom to your face, his body shuddering when your hands came to grab at his ass. He could feel you spreading his ass apart, blowing teasingly on his tight hole of muscle.

“St-Stop teasing!” His thighs got tighter around your head, his body becoming resistant to the idea of your tongue inside him. His eyes snapped open feeling the flat of your tongue circle his tight hole, his hands flying to your hair to grip it. His body hunched over you, thighs squeezing your head harshly while his breathing became sharp and ragged. “W-Wait- Hah?!”

Your tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, running teasing circles, your hands beginning to knead his asscheeks in your hands. Wanderer let out a shaky moan, his chest becoming tight with how hard his breathing had gotten. His anxiety was beginning to reach all new highs. How could you do something like this? Wasn’t this what humans consider unsanitary? Was it okay since he was an artificial being? A puppet?

His thoughts were cut off as his back arched with a loud cry coming from his wet mouth. Saliva pooled within his mouth, drool beginning to build against his lips threatening to slip down his chin. Your tongue entered him, feeling the ridges and curls of his insides. The feeling drove the divine puppet crazy. It was so warm, it was almost as addicting as having your tongue swirl around his cock.

“A-Ahh, f-feels good… k-keep going…” His body began to relax slowly, his scrumptiously plush thighs coming to settle beside your head again. He could feel a gaze stuck on him, but he was too scared to look down at you. The way you would make eye contact with him, his dripping cock between your eyes with his balls resting against your nose. “N-No… don’t look at me, hah, don’t l-look at me, ngh!”

You didn’t respond to him, only deciding to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole, making him twitch and writhe above you. Drool finally dribbled down his chin, his adam’s apple bobbing thickly as he tried to swallow all the saliva building within his mouth. His fingers curled in your hair, pulling slightly to have a feeling of support.

Wanderer couldn’t help but begin to buck his hips against your face, his body succumbing to the pleasure. Any anxiety or insecurities about the act disappearing at the feeling of hot pleasure washing over his body. Sensing he was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, you pulled your tongue out and teased your fingers against him.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re- Ahh?! Hah~…” You slipped one of your fingers inside him, moving it slowly to look up at his expressions. God did he look like such a whore, sitting there and moaning while his cute little ass was teased and tongue fucked. “You’re a slut you know that, Wanderer? You’re so weak to pleasure… it surprises me you’re not out here throwing yourself at everyone.”

“Shut it!” He snapped, his eyes finally casting down to look at your face. His chest began to feel tight at the sight of affection and adoration written on your face. Despite your words, you only wanted Wanderer to yourself. His cheeks burned brighter, his eyes tearing away from yours to moan loudly when a second finger entered him. “P-Pest! I-I hate you!”

“Mhm, sure you do baby.” You grinned, peppering kisses over his taint and up to his bslls where your tongue curled around his scrotum. His body twitched, pre-cum dripping onto your forehead and into your hair as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to suck while you fingered him. His moans increased, his fingers pulling on your hair while his thighs began to crush your head again. “Wait! Wait!!! It’s t-too mu- Hah! Ahhh! Can’t- ngh! Can’t take it! T-Too- hah! -sensitive! I can’t! I’m cu- ugh! Cumming! Cumming!”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside him, spurred on by his frantic movements and his loud uncontainable moans. He couldn’t even get a sentence out at this point. His chest was heaving, if he were human he would’ve hyperventilated by this point. He couldn’t control the feeling of intense sensitivity and bliss. He was utterly overwhelmed.

“Hah! Ahh! Ahh! No! Stop! Hah, hah! Ahhnn!!” Wanderer came with a loud moan, his hips bucking against your face, feeling the friction of your fingers deep inside him and your mouth sucking against his balls so blissfully. His cum spurted into your hair, coating the once silky strands with his dirty release. After he came down from his high, he shakily fell beside you, his legs now wobbly from the mind-numbing orgasm. “Cant… do… a-anymore.”

“Shh, hush baby.” You groaned softly, pushing your hair back and coming to kiss his sweaty forehead. Wanderer let out a trembly sigh at your affection and leaned against your chest, relishing in the soft plushness of your breasts and the welcoming feeling of your body heat. “You did so good. Good job baby.” Your fingers threaded through hair soothingly, calming down his overstimulated body to relax in your touch.

“Rest for now. Cause later…” You lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “I’ll claim you for real down there~”

Tbh… slutty subby Wanderer is fucking hot. 💙

[wanderingxiao]

hhhhhhhhhh omg ur works are so good!!!!!11! can i request for scara x reader where scara lets us be dominant plsssss (w penetration) this is my first time requesting sooo- THANK YOU ZEPHYRRRRRRRRRR 🥹🥹🥹🥹🖤🖤🖤

Good Boy~

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Fem! Dom, Riding, cursing, teasing, mentions of mommy, praising, begging, unprotected sex, and a creampie to finish 💜

A/N: This honestly got so away from me. It’s longer than I had originally intended. But I hope you enjoy it!! 💜

Frantic flurries of hands gripping at clothing blurred in the eyes of the two passionate lovers. Your hands were rushing up his abdomen to rest over his chest, your wrists pushing his clothing up his body. His own hands hastily unzipping your dress from behind, pulling at the spaghetti straps of your dress to push it off your lovely body that always drove his mind into an animalistic frenzy.

“Mmph~ Scara wait-“ He scoffed softly against your lips, pulling his hands away for a moment to rid himself of his clothing, leaving him only in his pressed slacks with a shiny belt shimmering under the dim lighting. “What? Spit it out.” His hands were on you in seconds, exploring your bare skin and tugging at your bra, eager to get it off and let your breasts bounce free into his grabby hands. “I wanna top tonight.” His muscles tensed, his eyes narrowing in surprise and question at your bold request. “Huh?”

His movements had halted and he was staring at you, his face a light pink in embarrassment and arousal. You held a determined look on your face, and you pushed on his chest firmly, pushing him to fall back against the generous cushion of the mattress. “You heard me Scara. I want to top tonight. I want to make you feel good… Please?” He couldn’t deny your begging and how you batted your eyelashes cutely at him, it always made him weak in the knees whenever you pleaded so sweetly. He couldn’t resist.

Your fingertips were like ice on his hot body, trailing lovingly up his abdomen to his pectorals. The firm sight of his toned abdomen came under your sinful gaze, dirtying him with your mind in the best of ways. Goosebumps littered his pale smooth skin, his cock beginning to strain harder against his pants at your heated touch. “You can be a good boy and let mommy make you feel good can’t you?”

Fuck was that one of the hottest things he had ever heard you say. His mommy issues were flaring up, and all he wanted right now was for you to take care of him in the best of ways. His head frantically nodded, his heart beginning to pound against his chest watching a sly smile spread over your soft lips. Your fingers traced back down his body, stopping at his belt before tugging teasingly at the belt that was snuggly buckled around his hips.

“These are in my way, Scara. Can you move them for me baby? Please?” Your voice was like honey. Sickingly sweet and oh so tempting. His body moved to your will, your words sending a rush of excited anticipation coursing through his veins. His slender fingers toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, slipping it through the hole and pulling the leather out of the loops of his pressed slacks. “Awe, such a good boy. Keep going.”

He flung the belt across the room, not even bothering to look where it might have landed. His fingertips unzipped his slacks, shimmying them down his slender tone legs before throwing them to the floor haphazardly to accompany his forgotten belt. His boxers were tight, a generous patch of wetness visible as his flushed tip clung to the dampened fabric of his boxers. It twitched gingerly under your erotic gaze, sending his stomach into a spiral of hot arousal.

“Mmm, look at you baby. Already twitching. You want me that bad?” You cooed softly to your lover, reaching behind yourself to unclasp your lacy bra. The straps slid off your shoulders seductively, the brassiere falling off your arms and being tossed amongst the floor. Scaramouche’s eyes immediately fell to your lovely breasts. He could feel his mouth salivating at the sight. The undeniable curve and jiggle, the erectness of your nipples, he wanted to punch and suck on them so bad. “Nothing to say? You’re making me shy…”

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue in distaste when you feigned your shyness, his cheeks beginning to flush in embarrassment at the lack of words that refused to come from his lips. Anything he wanted to say died within his throat the moment you revealed more and more of your body to him. “Just… c-c’mon. I’m gettin’ impatient here.” His eyebrows knit together, his lip getting caught between his teeth watching your expression morph into one of mischief. “So demanding… not even a please? How rude. You don’t wanna be bad do you?”

“N-No… P… Please just fuck me… mommy….” A sly grin spread over your lips, loving the sound of your oh so dominant lover’s shaky voice pleading for you to fuck him like he wants. “See? Not too hard yeah?” He watched with bated breath as your fingers hooked around the edges of your panties, pulling them down just enough for him to see a lewd string of your dripping arousal attached to your panties and your slick inviting cunt. His cock twitched in his boxers, pre-cum pearling from the angry tip.

He swallowed hard when he saw the sinful string snap, his mouth drooping open slowly as slow and heavy breaths heaved against chest. Once your panties were discarded his boxers were tugged down, letting his hardened length smack against his toned abdomen. He could feel your body heat above him, practically radiating a scorching feeling of overwhelming lust and affection. The wetness of your folds rubbed over his sensitive tip, pulling a deep moan from his chest at the feeling.

“Beg me… to fuck you baby~ be a good boy and fucking beg.” Scaramouche bit his lip harder, his eyes focused on the way his tip slid between your folds and brushed so lovingly at your clit. His cock twitched against your pussy, eager to feel the warm tightness of your cunt around him. He let out a shaky breath, finally coming to make eye contact with you as you hovered over him teasingly. “P… Please… fuck me…”

“What was that? I can’t hear you baby, speak up.” Your sly grin drove him crazy. If he knew you would be this hot when topping him he would’ve let you do this a long time ago. His cheeks flushed darker, a sharp glare sparking within his indigo eyes. “Please just fuck me already damnit! F-Fuck I want it so bad… I fucking need it. Please, please mommy, please take my cock in your pretty pussy… Want to… cum inside you and fill you up. Please, just fu- Ngh!!”

Hearing his sexy begging was too much, and you sunk onto him immediately, taking all of his thick girth at once. You both moaned in unison, the generous throb of his cock making your knees grow weak beside his hips. His hands hastily came to rest against your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers for support. Your hips rocked back and forth against him, puffy clit grinding against his pelvis sending sparks of electric pleasure through your nerves.

“A-Ahh, Scara, so deep baby… ngh… good boy~” With steady movements, you rested your hands against his abdomen, supporting yourself while you rode his cock. Scarsmouche turned into a moaning and whining mess. God did it feel good to be dominated for once. He hated the idea of being submissive, he needed to have control of his life. Something in his past or something. But right now, letting you take care of him like this, was the best feeling in the world. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Y-Yes mommy… yes… hah!”

“Hah, someone’s feeling- Mmhh!- good huh?” Scaramouche nodded his head, his eyes coming to close as he solely focused on the way your pussy engulfed his cock so perfectly. The lovely curves of your cunt, the warmth, the sounds, the pure bliss of how it practically sucked him in. His hips bucked against yours, the hands on your thighs coming to push you back down. “Mmh! S-So needy, Scara~ C-Can’t even keep -hmm!- y-your hands to yourself!”

“Sh-Shut up! Hah, keep going…!” You grabbed onto his arms, pushing yourself harder to ride him faster. His eyes peeked open slowly, relishing the way your breasts bounced freely as you rode him. His gaze then cast down to the clear and slick sheen that coated his cock from your juices. He watched with bated breath as your pussy took his cock over and over again, appearing and disappearing again and again.

“Y-Yeah, k-keep fucking me… just l-like that, ngh! Keep going, please mommy! Fuuuuck!” He couldn’t help but keep watching, his hips involuntarily continuing to jerk relentlessly up into your bounces. The sloshing sounds of your sexes meeting filled the room, accompanied by the wet smack of his thighs against your ass and both your sinful moans. “Mhm! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, h-hah! Gonna cum… P-Please make me cum mommy!”

“Me too… Mmph!” Scaramouche pulled his arms away from you, pushing himself up to wrap his arms around you tightly. His face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent. You were all around him, clogging his senses and overwhelming his nerves. “Scara! Scara, ahh! C’mon baby… c-cum inside me! Be a good boy a-and fill me up! C’mon! Cum, cum, cu- ngh!”

“Fuck! Mommy!” His hands frantically flew to your hips, forcing your body up and down faster, using your body to reach his high. You could feel his chest pressing against yours, your boobs bouncing against his hard chest and smacking against his skin. His muscles and balls tightened, his cock beginning to throb and twitch inside you. It wasn’t long until he shoved you down harshly, finally ribboning his generous seed into your deepest crevices.

“Scara~! Hah!” Your abdomen was warm and tight, your own body glistening in sweat as you pressed against your lover. You could feel your combined fluids beginning to dribble out of your pussy, becoming flooded with his cum and the gush of your cream around the base of his length. “Hah… g-good boy.” Your praise sent his mind spiraling to the point where he was beginng to be dizzy. From the overstimulation of your cunt squeezing him so tightly or the mind numbing way you praised him.

“C-can we go again?” He looked up at you, his eyebrows creased upwards and a pleading look in his fucked out indigo eyes. Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to enjoy the praise and dominance so much. His hard exterior crumbled within seconds of your pleasure. Your lips curled into a grin, leaning in to kiss his lip softly. If he was going to be submissive for one night, might as well give him his full before his walls began to rebuild.

“Of course~ anything for my good boy.”

Got carried away with this… working on more requests! Thanks for your patience! ;) 💜

[wanderingxiao]

Subby Kabuki is soooooo cute 💜 Amazing~! 🥰💜

I wanna ride kabukimono, that's it, I wanna hear him moan and grab onto me as I make him cum multiple times <3

Ehehehhehehehe

𐙚 riding him

┊sub!kabukimono x f!reader

⋆ SYNOPSIS : riding Kabukimono ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

⋆ WARNINGS : NSFW; overstimulation?; cumming inside; cum eating

⋆ A/N : I GET IT, HE’S SO NGH

AND HE’D BE SO SENSITIVE TOO :((

He’d want to hold back, for you, but he can't because it's too much for him!!

At first you get on top of his body and start teasing him, letting in just the tip in your throbbing hole and pulling out a few times. When you're satisfied with the way his face melts with your touch, you decide to finally reward him, sliding his cock into your tight, wet pussy.

“A-AahH… oh please..” He gasps sharply, unable to hold back his moan. He could feel your walls squeezing him, and the heat emanating from your body. He tried his best to control his breathing, closing his eyes and trying to only focus on the sensation, but of course it only made it worse. (｡- .•)

Now he was even more aware of what was happening and the sensations he was feeling throughout his body. The heat of your walls, wrapped around him tightly, enveloping him. And you were so wet too… he really wanted to last, but he knew he couldn’t.

“S-slower..nnnmm-“ he places his hand on your hips, holding you firmly as you moved on top of him. He felt his orgasm coming and his body shaking, finally exploding at the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down as you rode him. It was incredibly arousing.

“You came a lot.” You say, running your hand over your intimacies and raising your cum-covered fingers to his face. His dick was still inside you, and he had his head thrown back to the pillow, trying to catch his breath, but he started to whimper and complain when he felt you abruptly moving again, even if he was still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

“T-too much..mmmfhg.. ahh.. n-no- ‘m g-gonna—!” You shove your wet fingers in his mouth, and he chokes a few times, his arms reach behind your back, and his fingers squeeze you tightly as he shoots another stream of cum inside you, sucking on your fingers. You both were sweating, your bodies intertwined as he tried to recover, failing miserably when you kept going.

“H-hey- n-no..mmmh, a-aren’t you going to stop? AAHhhH—!” Despite his protests, he began to thrust his hips upwards, trying to match your movements as he grips your back, desperately looking for support. Your pussy bounces up and down on his dick, making him moan loudly as he felt his balls tighten up, and biting his lower lip to refrain from screaming in pleasure. He was so close to cumming again! Even though he wanted to hold back, he couldn't help when his dick was about to explode right now. He opens his mouth instinctively, letting out a loud cry as he came. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he held onto you, refusing to let go.

Your mixed juices started to flow out of you, leaving his entire member, even the base of his dick really wet! So much so that it ended up escaping your hole a few times. Kabukimono groaned, trying to catch his breath. His body so weak and drained, but he managed to move his hips upwards, trying to reenter you by himself and moaning softly at the feeling of his cock pushing into you again.

“Good boy~” you caress his face with one hand, moving again in search of your own orgasm. His dick was so sensitive inside you that he throbbed non-stop. Kabuki kept his mouth open, a bit of drool coming out of the corners of his lips as he looked at you, eyes filled with tears and red cheeks. “Please… please stop… I can’t take any more… I-I’m about to cum again-“ he sobs.

You cup his face and kiss away the tears that threaten to fall down, your hips never faltering from working so hard. “How much do you want to cum?”

“I want to fill you up completely” he says between gasps, not even caring how much of a pervert he sounds right now “I want to cum inside you again.” He whimpers. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he couldn't seem to keep this going any longer. His cock was throbbing painfully, and you knew he was about to release inside you.

You move one hand down to your clit to get to your high at the same time. Not minding to stay on your knees anymore, you release your hips completely onto his shaft, making him go deeper until it reaches your womb. Your body shook with pleasure and his mind went dizzy. A few seconds later you felt the pleasure wash over you, clenching around his sensitive member multiple times.

Simultaneously, Kabuki lets out a last high pitched moan before cumming hard, his body jerking violently as he ejaculated, pressing your hips into his to go as further as he could.

And the funniest thing was that after releasing a large amount of his essence inside you, while you were recovering from earlier, he went “ahh… ahh… mmmf… I'm sorry for cumming inside you… I'll try not to do that next time…”

Maybe he was just too fucked out to reason that he had filled your belly full with his sperm, and that he did the same thing every time you two slept together.

[wanderingxiao]

💜💜💜

— ꒰ happy bday to u :3 ꒱

┊scaramouche x afab!reader

⋆ synopsis : you go out with Scaramouche to buy him a birthday present, but you end up being the present :P

⋆ warnings : NSFW, public sex?, creampie, vibrator idk, anal fingering? T-T

⋆ a/n : I did say I wouldn't post for a while, but I ended up writing this in the car yesterday. Happy birthday, Scarapookie!!

You and Scaramouche go shopping for his birthday. Since you insisted so much, he ended up accepting.

Imagine your surprise when he takes you to buy lingerie for you. “I’m just choosing my gift”, he would push you into the changing room with a bunch of clothes in hand, and as soon as he saw you dressed in the first set, without saying anything, he would pay for them all at the cash register, and promptly pull you into the first alley he saw on the street.

Scaramouche starts kissing you passionately, putting his hand under your skirt, and pulling down your panties a little. You hear a low noise, and when you look at his hands, you realize that he is holding a small vibrator. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what's to come, your cunt already throbbing with curiosity.

You moan softly and your eyes go wide when you feel the cold pinky thing touch your ass, squeezing your boyfriend's arms with your fingers and burying your face deep into his chest.

“Let's be quiet today, okay? It’s not like we’re alone here.” Scaramouche smirks and sticks the little vibrator in your back hole. At first it's so strange... but the sound of both of your tongues fighting each other, mixing his saliva with yours, managed to distract you.

You open your eyes and separate from him only when you hear the feeling of him coming undone, hard cock in hand. “You don’t know how much I resisted you today” his voice drags, fingers now rubbing between your lower lips, pressing your clit desperate for attention, then sticking two fingers inside your cunt and covering your mouth with the other hand.

“Do you think you can handle my cock now? It’s my birthday~” you nod and whimper at the lack of his fingers inside you. Despite this, he doesn't take the vibrator out of your ass and fills you with his dick in your pussy right away. The vibrating feeling behind and pleasure in front made everything more intense. Scaramouche could tell you were tighter than usual, and he loved it~ both of your holes contracting, and your pussy clenching around his dick, wanting to milk him empty.

Although the thrusts were slow due to the lewd sounds coming from the mixture of your juices and the sound of skin hitting against skin, he goes deep and precise on your G-spot.

“Can you cum for me, my pretty slut?” He puts his head over your shoulder and whispers close to your ear. You make a humming sound with your mouth, and that was all the response he needed, now inserting his dick into your swollen pussy without any care and quickly, his fingers are going down to play with the device inside your other hole at the same speed.

“S-Sca—hmm… -mouche… someone might hear…” you try to warn him, but he fucks you so dumb that you end up don’t delving deeper into this subject and accepting your fate, reaching your high and suffocating his dick with how your pussy is gripping around him, while he filled you with a load of his warm semen.

You hold each other for a while, he turns off the vibrator and you two leave as if nothing had happened, but it's not like the people passing by didn't know what had happened just by your wobbly walk and the sticky white liquid running down your thighs~

[wanderingxiao]

Smutty wanderer thigh appreciation plsolsplsplsplspls

Messy Boy~

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Subby Wanderer, Fem! Dom, oral sex (Male receiving), boob job near the end, praising, implied ass eating to Wanderer ;p

A/N: I wasn’t 100% sure how to write this, but Scara’s thighs are fucking perfect! I looooove his thighs. Couldn’t think of another way besides making him subby (which is so hot but he’s always hot). I hope this request was okay! TYSM!! 💙

Wanderer couldn’t contain his sweet moans of pleasure. His thighs trembled on either side of your head, your tongue doing sinful work on his throbbing cock. Your hands groped at his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh between your fingers, loving the way they felt within your palms. It was quite the turn on watching him squirm beneath you when you would grope at him while sucking him off.

“A-Ahh, so good -Hmm!- Don’t stop! ngh!” You adored the way his jaw dropped loosely as he babbled incoherently when your tongue began to swirl the flushed tip of his weeping cock. His toes had begun to curl, his top half convulsing slightly under the mind numbing bliss. Drool dribbled from his lips down to his chin, his hair disheveled mess.

You pulled off of his cock, replacing your mouth with your hand. The slick of your saliva and his pre-cum coating his length making it easy to set a fast pace. Sloppy sounds echoed your ears, your grip tightening noticing the way his head threw back. “Such a good boy, Wanderer. You’re doing so well.” You smiled up at his fucked out face, your lips coming to trace over the plushness of his naked thighs while your hand worked out all of his tension.

His head jerked back up, watching with ragged breaths as your teeth sunk lightly into his flesh, pain beginning to set when your teeth began to grind the flesh within your mouth. Wanderer couldn’t help the way his legs spread wider for you, loving the pain you gave with each harsh yet possessive mark on his thighs. “Your thighs are so soft~ so easy to bruise and mark up. You won’t hide them from anymore… will you Wanderer?”

His cheeks were red, forehead sticky with sweat. His indigo bangs were damp from the intensity of your assault on him. He shook his head quickly, his lovely moans increasing when your palm bumped against his balls with every quick fluid stroke of his cock. You could feel it pulsing, begging for release. His muscles were beginning to tense, his cute noises only increasing the moment you began to suck more hickies into his inner thighs.

“Mmm~ I’m g-gonna cum! Cumming… oh sh-shit I’m gonna cum… please (Y/N), I-I wanna cum, hah~” You brought your head back slowly, grinning at how the oh mighty Wanderer had become such a pleading mess beneath the spell of lust. “Then cum baby.” You pushed your breasts against cock, pressing them together to jerk him off with your tits. “C’mon love, I know you can do it. You’ve done so well.”

God your praise was driving him crazy! His mommy issues and abandonment trauma made him crave recognition, crave praise and worship from those around him. He was a divine being, deserving of supremacy. Even though his Fatui days were long but gone, you lit a never ending flame within his soul. Fulfilling his deepest needs and desires.

His pre-cum glistened on the swell of your breasts, his eyes now trained on the way your hands squeezed at your boobs, moving them so eagerly just to make him cum. To please him. It was so sexy seeing you pleasure him so desperately. The look of overwhelming love and care in your eyes made him weak in the knees. His sensitive thighs began to clamp against your elbows, his knees raising as he felt his muscles tense.

“Mmph! Hah!” Wanderer came with a loud and strained moan, his cheeks red in embarrassment at being so weak to your touch. His warm sticky cum ribboned from the tip, splattering onto your breasts, neck, and chin. His legs shook when your hands grabbed his thighs, pressing your fingers into the bruised hickies and lustful love bites. “A-Ahh… fuck…”

“Mmm, I’m not don’t yet, baby.” You gathered some of his savory semen onto your fingers, licking off the salty fluid with a drunken lust dazing your eyes. You laid back, grinning up at his confused expression before you licking your lips seductively. “I want you to sit on my fucking face and suffocate me with your thighs while I tongue fuck your cute ass.” His face blossomed scarlet, steam almost coming out of his ears at your request. More like a demand.

Needless to say… he would want to try pegging sometime.

Thank you so much for reading! My requests are empty again and I’ll be writing a birthday smut for Wanderer next! Happy New Year and stay safe! 💙