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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: belly bulge, size difference, praise

⋆｡° ✮ adult Neteyam art was made by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

Neteyam has always been obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you keep up, how you make yourself fit in, how fast you learn. The way your fragile body climbs almost as high as any omatikaya can, how fast you can run with such short legs, how good of a hunter you’ve become during the months of his training. Obsessed with the way you carry yourself, like you’re one of the people, born here where your heart belongs. Obsessed with the way you treat others, sweet and kind and lovingly, always so caring.

And most of all, obsessed with the way your tiny little cunt can swallow his cock all the way down to the base, until a not so small bulge appears on your lower stomach, where your body struggles to make him fit.

Neteyam is obsessed with how stubborn you are, how your brows are knit together in concentration as you lower yourself onto his length. Another inch of him slides into you, your mouth slightly agape as you collect your breathing, and he can’t help but smile, with his eyes entirely fixed on the bulge of your tummy.

"I‘m so proud of you, little one", he says softly. His hand moves from your thigh to your stomach, his palm caressing the place where your body gives way to make room for his size. "It’s halfway in and you’re doing so well. Look how perfect you are. You really are made to take me."

A soft laugh leaves your parted lips, as a small droplet of sweat rolls down your temples. You‘d doubt that, but you’re not in the mood nor are you capable to argue with him over this right now. Besides, you already know Neteyam would never agree that you aren’t his perfect little human and that you weren’t actually made to take his cock in all of your holes. Those are facts not even eywa could convince him to let go off. So you let him. And maybe he’s right.

Bracing yourself with your arms on his chest, another inch of his never ending cock sinks into you. The slide is smooth and fluid, arousal and specific oils used as lubricants helping you take what you thought wasn’t even humanly possible.

"Such a good girl, so good for me", Neteyam coos, and his praise slowly begins to add to the warmth spreading in your belly.

Lifting yourself up, you let his cock drag over your soft, spongey inner walls until only the tip of him rests inside you. There’s little to no resistance once you lower yourself onto him again, and you push down, down, down, until your clit kisses his pubic bone and you’re flush with one another, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

You feel full. So incredibly full.

Instinctively, your own hands reach for your tummy, laying both of your soft palms over Neteyams bigger one to pet over the prominent bulge.

"Feel how deep inside you I am?", Neteyam smiles, "I‘m all the way up here, see?"

He then gently presses down where the tip of his cock is nestled inside you, and your eyes roll nearly all the way back into your head. A desperate little whimper escapes you, once his hands wander from your stomach to the backside of your thighs, where he lifts you up and slowly lowers you again. He repeats the same motion a couple of times, before his pace grows quicker.

"M-More, please", you whine, before your arms encircle his neck and you bury your face into the space of his shoulder.

"Can you take it?", he asks, half teasing and half of actual concern. Instead of a verbal response, you put some strength into your trembling thighs to take the lead for a few harsh thrusts, making him groan deeply as you bounce on his cock.

Yes, Neteyam is obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you can take his cock all the way down to the base. Obsessed with the way your body can adjust to his size so he can thrust into you without holding back. And he’s obsessed with the way you bring a grown Na’vi warrior and future olo’eyktan to his knees, by using your tight, delicate human body like you’re his personal little cock sleeve. He’s obsessed with the way you still manage to bounce on him like it’s nothing, even though your whole body is trembling with desperation and oversensitivity.

Neteyam is obsessed with you and it’s justified, because you got him wrapped around your pretty finger and there’s no place he’d rather be as buried deep in his favorite little human.

‎ ‎   ‎ ‎𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓  𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

‎ ‎ ┈───┈ ┈───┈┈┈───┈ ┈───┈

‎ ‎ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 ⌵

‎ ‎ I believe in myself.

‎ ‎ I am okay.

‎ ‎ Everything turned out better than expected.

‎ ‎ I am safe.

‎ ‎ I am protected.

‎ ‎ I‘m in control, even if it doesn’t feel like it.

‎ ‎ I always get through anything, no matter how tough it is.

‎ ‎ I’m strong and can endure anything.

‎ ‎ I am grounded.

‎ ‎ I attract only what I truly want.

‎ ‎ I know intrusive thoughts hold no power over me.

‎ ‎ I am proud of myself.

‎ ‎ I am at peace with myself and everything around me.

‎ ‎ My desires are apart of me.

‎ ‎ I love myself.

‎ ‎ I am capable of everything I want to do.

‎ ‎ Nothing can hurt me or my loved ones.

‎ ‎ I feel at ease with everything.

‎ ‎ My fears, worries and doubts have no power over me.

‎ ‎ I know my desires are mine; it’s my birthright.

‎ ‎ ┈───┈ ┈───┈┈┈───┈ ┈───┈

‎‎ ‎ 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 ⌵

‎ ‎ These hard times will pass.

‎ ‎ I know these feelings are temporary.

‎ ‎ It’ll all work out better than expected.

‎ ‎ No matter how dark life seems right now, I‘ll end up okay.

‎ ‎ Better things are coming my way.

‎ ‎ I know my desires will be mine; it is my birthright.

‎ ‎ I will get everything I want; it’s inevitable.

‎ ‎ I will be okay.

‎ ‎ My fears will not hurt me or come true.

‎ ‎ I am capable of overcoming this.

‎ ‎ It will all turn out okay.

‎ ‎ I can get through this.

‎ ‎ Life has great things in store for me.

‎ ‎ I got this; I can do anything even if it doesn‘t seem like it.

‎ ‎ ┈───┈ ┈───┈┈┈───┈ ┈───┈

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—𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

✦ wet dream hc’s feat. heizou, tighnari, kazuha, diluc 

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, clothed sex (heizou), fingering (heizou), biting (heizou), exhibitionism (tighnari), blowjob (tighnari), facial (tighnari), aphrodisiacs (tighnari), masturbation (kazuha), face-sitting (diluc), squirting (diluc), unedited

Waking up completely drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead was something Heizou wasn’t expecting. All he could do was suck in his breath feeling the sheets rub against his thick, pulsating cock. His juniper eyes bore down into your sleeping, watching your chest rise and fall as he zoned out on your peeking cleavage and taut nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

With a shaky breath, Heizou could help but press his side against your behind—cock nestled between your plush ass as his lips dragged against your sensitive neck waking you up. He heard you simply laugh at him, shaking your hip causing him to suck another breath in. 

As you tease him, asking him to use words to describe what he wants you turned over to see a slightly irritated look morphing to a cruel smirk before his hands wandered beneath your pajama bottoms—nimble fingers grazing against your clit. You whined, trying to grind your clit deeper into his touch as his fingers dragged and flicked the small bundle of nerves before slowly dipping into your newly wet cunt.

His lips dragged against your earbud, telling you how you should never egg him on when he is in this state.  His name echoed from your lips as he ground his needy clothed cock against your ass trying to resist the soft moans threatening to come out. He could feel your soft walls beginning to cave into his fingers, now curled and brushing that spongy spot inside of you. 

As you shifted, legs shivering in pleasure wiggling from his grip as you couldn’t help yourself, Heizou’s pearly whites sunk down on your nape hips raised and bucking as a stain made its way to his briefs. He could only lowly moan, feeling his warm cum seep through his clothes and upper thighs—fingers still plowing through you, riding your own orgasm out. 

As a researcher, Tighnari wasn’t afraid of trying the various mushrooms of the forest to write in his survival guide. His philosophy was, that it’s better he experience it than unexpecting ones. He didn’t expect popping an interesting pink mushroom that his body would immediately flush, cock hardening.

His head felt like it was on a cloud as half-lidded jade eyes shockingly gazed down at you between his thighs. As he struggled, asking you just how you managed to get to his location, your fingers already made their way to his pants, others on his inner thigh. The way you licked your lips as you slowly revealed his cock, springing forth and slapping against his lower stomach.

As if in a trace, you sat in between his legs, telling him he could do absolutely whatever he wanted with just a pretty much. Shoving a growl down his throat, the hazy Tighnari couldn’t help pressing his heavy cock against your cheeks. God, they felt so soft under it, precum now glistening on it. You smiled, pressing a kiss on his tip before completely taking him into your mouth.

You bobbed your head, as Tighnari's head fell against the base of the tree, feeling you slurp and slobber against his length. He could feel the flat of your tongue pressing against one of his prominent veins, ripping another moan from his lips. His hips began to jump, pushing his cock even deeper into your mouth as you began to gag as a string of Sumerian curses came from Tighnari.

He pushed you away, pumping his cock rapidly as thick ropes of his cum shot out, staining your face, as you timidly looked up at him with glossy lips. A lazy smile fell onto Tighnari, seeing you slowly take your pants down, opening your legs to reveal your pretty sobbing cunt…

But with a gasp, Tighnari shot up from the forest floor, body hot and cock pulsating as he looked around in the direction seeing the mushrooms below him. He could only wince as he palmed his cock, leaning his head against one of the trees as he moved up from his position. To keep his reputation, maybe he should leave out the details of what this mushroom could do to you. 

Traveling with you could be a little more difficult than Kazuha liked to admit, simply because you always managed to pull at the strings that unleashed his lust. He could only stare at a wall, trying to ignore his heavy cock pulsating beneath the sheets, before softly sighing and getting up from your shared bed.

He left the tent walking up to a nearby pond, staring at the moonlight’s reflection. Bags were under his eyes as this spell of lust has haunted him since he woke up from a dream. He sighed, slowly disrobing before letting his body submerged in the cool water. As Kazuha rested against the shallow side, his hands slowly wrapped around his length, squeezing it with a gasp.

His teeth dug against his bottom lip, slowly fisting his cock beneath the water, covering his mouth that was beginning to softly moan out. His stomach tensed, gliding his fingers along his sensitive tip trying to desperately reenact whenever you would grace him with your touch. Even as his hips shook in pleasure as he came, the relief was only momentary before he felt hard again under his touch. 

He wanted to feel your cunt instead of his hand. He wanted to hear the whispers of your moans, not the winds. He wanted you so bad, so desperately that his dreams plagued themselves every night of different positions he would take you in. 

It was when he felt your hands touch the one that was wrapped around his cock, was when he realized his lust had invaded all aspects of his senses too. He could feel your chest press against him, lips pressing against his back—reprimanding him for not getting you sooner.

But as Kazuha slowly opened his eyes, seeing daylight creep into the small tent he realized…all of that was simply a dream. He didn’t go outside, you didn’t join him, but the tent beneath his sheets remained the same.

He just needed to go ahead and tell you his needs at this point.

The dreams Diluc had of you were so vivid. There was one particular recurring dream he refuses to tell you about, regardless of how many nights he woke up and privately deal with his “issues” once he had this dream.

In this dream, you would be laying on top of him, the perfect view of your cunt clutching on absolutely nothing. He could see just how wet you were, your slick even coming down to drip on his face, hovering below it. And suddenly, after admiring the view, you’d finally put your weight down—letting his senses completely wrap themselves into your beautiful hole.

You should squeeze his legs against his head, hands reaching up to grab your chest as his tongue lapped up and sucked on your clit as if he was completely starved. The blunt of his nails would dig into your plush thighs, as he finally dart his tongue completely inside of you, nose nudging your sensitive nub instead. 

Hearing your voice waver, repeating his name over and over again made Diluc’s cock throb, even more, precum completely coating his length. As he sucked more and more, it wouldn’t take long before you would completely cover your face, squirt shooting out as he happily drank and lapped up every part of it, only for your to grind on his face more and start the process all over again until he finally woke up.

Even as he got up in bed, cock was animated and ready to be touched —you finally caught him only to be surprised by the massive bulge beneath his briefs. He finally came clean to you, discussing this dream seemingly haunting him wherever he went, only for you to get on top of him asking why not make the dream a reality.

It’s safe to say, the two of you didn’t sleep that night.

(ON HIATUS) 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄! : 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : The headcanons need to be read in the order they are listed in (the regions are independent of each other) for it to make sense. The scenarios however, have no particular order. NOT A HAREM STORY, AND DO NOT MAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS SERIES.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Mondstadt ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Liyue ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Inazuma ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Sumeru ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Snezhnaya ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (other characters)

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒

Smile (Al-Haitham)

#seelie reader

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Free to use Sumeru icons I drew! Just be sure to credit me! These are also previews to my next batch of Genshin keychains that will be coming out soon!

- obsessed with the concept of reader having coryo wrapped around her finger. he’d never admit it of course but he was aware of the downright visceral reaction he had when you’d look up at him with those big doe eyes, lips pouty as you’d twirl a lock of your hair round and round your finger. so it can’t be his fault that he zones out, glazed eyes seeming to focus on your mouth but not actually taking in a word you’re saying. if he’d simply paid attention he’d see the deviant spark in your eyes, your clenched posture. you ramble on about your own agenda, you go on prettily with the lilt of false self consciousness about your ideas for the capitol, better ways for things to be run. he steps into your space, blue eyes intense and hungry - impatient - so of course you have to make your move. ‘what do you think, coryo? is it a good idea?’

he could be agreeing to anything - cancelling the games, giving the districts more freedom - and he’d have no idea. he’d backed you up against the wall now, narrow hips slotting against your own. ‘whatever you want, my love,’ he’d murmur, already kissing at the edge of your jaw. if only he could see the power hungry smirk your throwing over his shoulder, the cogs of your brain already turning towards your next move.

material gworl? slay

Cause like I have a request of my own... what if the sister found out that Satoru slept with the sister? I love this 🤧🤧🤧🤧 sips tea ☕

tree tops (beach days part 2)

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

⟶ cw. camgirl! reader, age-gap, infidelity, cheating (gojo cheating on your sister with you), gojo is a warning, public sex, fingering, choking, mentions of virginity, manipulation, oral, deep-throat, cum play, cum eating, 18+ MINORS DO NOT READ

sypnosis: request, gojo approaches you about a video you posted online and then he couldn't keep his hands off you even though he belongs to your sister, and all this whilst you're all on a family vacation.

part sypnosis: after the eventful day you ignored his texts for a couple of days until you're forced to hang out with your sister and him, satoru can't stop playing with you even when his girlfriend is two feet away from you

⟶ wc. 5.5k (WTF IS WRONG WITH ME)

a/n: i got too invested, this is so fun to write i hope it's fun to read! please lmk what you think!!! reblogs and comments are EXTREMELY APPRECIATED, lets me know if you like it and want more or not! btw i hope the open ended endings arent annoying, i like leaving it like that : P could make another part who knows.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! i love the username :)))

part 1 // part 2

The plush hotel pillows felt lush on your cheeks, pressing your face against the fabric more the break of a sunrise peeks through the sheer curtains in your room. You groan turning away from the bright light wanting to just sleep longer since you barely had any sleep for the last few days.

Gojo Satoru did not leave you alone, not with your Snapchat at his fingers. He had sent multiple photos of himself, his privates, and just plain texting you─no he was spamming you, only because you never gave him the attention he wanted. You knew he was annoyed, ever since that day somehow your parents and sister have been arguing so for the past few days she’d been sitting with Satoru at a different table during meals.

“Dear, would you ask your sister what’s wrong? She’s been ignoring us for days,” Your mother asks, reading the news or her phone or something, “This is a family holiday after all.”

You groan, dropping your book in your lap, “Mom, why don’t you? You guys are the ones that made her mad, I wasn’t even here! I only heard something about you not liking Satoru and well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before inviting him to a ‘family’ holiday!”

You were so over it, seemed like he’s everyone's problem these days. Your mother sighs, speaking to your father instead.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Satoru’s eyes stealing glances at you, his fingers tapping on the back of his phone noticeably, signaling. You roll your eyes, picking up your phone and looking at his text.

3.25 am

satoru: reply to me

satoru: are you sleeping??

satoru: sneak out and see me

satoru: helloooo im bored

9.45 am

satoru: do your parents still hate me?

satoru: i know you saw my text

satoru: i literally see you looking at my text

satoru: answer!!!

You sigh, dropping your phone in the pocket of your shorts. He had such a creative username, you rolled your eyes at it. “Do you guys have something planned?”

Your father nods, “We’ve got a spa day, you could join us? Or I think your sister’s off on some sort of tree course thing─”

“Ah yes, I think you’d enjoy that,” Your mom adds, “Treetop challenge and ziplines I think, that’s what was on the ad.”

You didn’t really want to be in his presence but it was either that or joining your parents in spa─which meant they’d be kinda naked around you and vice versa. You smile, totally okay with the choices you were forced to choose from. Last night your mother had also mentioned how you weren’t making the most of this vacation, just sitting around as you could back home. You didn’t want to argue with her right after her fight with your sister so you just had to pretend you’d try, and now you had to execute the lie.

“Okay, I’ll go with them.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Satoru slaps the back of your helmet and almost yeets you off the side of the platform.

You gasp, grabbing your head whilst your legs shake, “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

He smiles, picture-perfect and all. He seemed too overjoyed that you joined them when he should be smiling with your sister but wait─where is she? You look around only noticing her a few courses back.

“Hurry up!” You shout, waving at her.

Your sister had her new dress on, big mistake, struggling with literally everything, especially the little pieces of wood she had to walk on to make her way closer to catch up to you two. “I’m trying! Why did you make me do this, ‘Toru!”

You chuckle, seeing her struggle was lowkey satisfying. Satoru shrugs at her, “Babe, you told me to pick whatever I want. Come on, or else we’ll leave you behind.” He looks back at you, his eyes glimmering with something different. You had a disgusted look on your face.

You always seemed to have that disgusted look on your face when he’s around he’s noticed. He couldn’t tell if you actually thought he stunk or just disliked him, but hell, he knew you didn’t dislike him to not fuck him. What he did like were the same shorts you wore, maybe you only brought one pair, he could see the straps of your bikini top through your tank top. He bites his lips thinking of all the things he could do to you right now if your sister wasn’t so nearby, but she wasn’t near enough for him to not grab your ass.

“The fuck!” You shriek, slapping his hand away, “She’s literally right there you freak.”

Gojo smirks, not letting you go, he slips his warm and sweaty fingers prod under the hem of them feeling those bare cheeks of yours that peaked out of your shorts, “Is that the only thing you find wrong about this, that she’s right there? Not because I’m trying to finger your ass right now?”

“Shut up,” You huff, moving away from him trying to ignore the weird feelings below your hips. You attach your safety hook on the next zipline, “Just wait for her, okay? Fuckface.”

“You cuss way too much for your age.” You hear him say while you zip away, you turned around in the seated position shooting him a middle finger as his arrogant smile begins to fade from the distance.

When you got off, your phone buzzed. You checked, in case it was your parents to see your sister messaging you.

(sister’s name): i hate satoru

(sister’s name): what is this stupid ass place he brought us

(sister’s name): ive got moss all over my legs!

You: just wipe it off

(sister’s name): it stinks here

You: stop breathing then

Before you put your phone away another text immediately pops up on your screen and your finger accidentally open it, Snapchat.

satoru: the more you run the more i wanna stick my dick in your ass

satoru: did i make you wet?

You grunt.

You: your existence makes my pussy dry asf

satoru: wow

satoru: rude asf

satoru: btw your sister keeps complaining

satoru: can i push her off the next ledge i see

You laugh, he’d be doing you both a favour.

You: fucking do it, i dare you

satoru: i’ll fucking do you in a second

You: someones a pussy.

satoru: i aint going to jail

satoru: you know what they’d do to a guy like me in jail

You: you’d drop that soap so fast

You: you seem like the type to become someones bitch for a packet of ramen

satoru: wow

satoru: im literally gonna fold you when i see you

satoru: little bitch

Instead of allowing yourself to get distracted by him anymore, you get on with the course, completely ignoring anyone anything around you. Luckily you had your extra pair of earphones and pop them in before shutting out the world.

Satoru groans, his eyes fluttering with despair. He clicks his tongue watching your body swoop a few courses ahead, without a burden like your sister holding him back he’d be able to catch up in no time but hell, he can’t just ditch his girlfriend right now. Definitely not when she was holding his hand and making him guide her through every little thing.

During the wobbly bridge, he purposely jumps behind her making it shake and buckle under their weight. He laughs as your sister cries out, jumping back into his arms, “Babe! Stop it, I’m scared.”

If he could roll his eyes without her seeing he would. It wasn’t like he disliked his own girlfriend, he did after all choose to date her from all the candidates on that dating app. Yet, his mind couldn’t stop flashing images of you into his brain. He imagined if it were you that showed up on his tinder would he have chosen you? But then again, his age range is nowhere near that low so he’d never actually come across your profile, wait did you even have a dating profile? He wonders what you’d put in your descriptions, what pictures you’d use, it made him annoyed thinking of all the rats that would flood your DMS.

“Go on first, Satoru,” Your sister offers, “I needa’ fix my sandals.”

He nods, telling her he’d wait for her after the long zipline. He was still confused why she decided to wear sandals and a dress even though he’d told her last night about the treetop course. He notices you on the zipline ahead of him, clearly enjoying yourself without anyone with you. Somehow he found it strange someone could enjoy being alone, but then again you were one of those book nerds who can go days without talking to anyone.

Satoru gets to the end of his zipline and looks back, squinting in hopes to see his girlfriend. Nothing. He sighs, leaning against the barrier, they were so high up in the trees at this point and probably near the end as well. He didn’t want it to end, because then you have no reason to hang out with him anymore.

He thought about it, wait for his girlfriend or chase after you. Well, clearly he chose the latter because here he was right behind you.

“Ah!” You shriek, fixing the straps that kept pinching the side of your buttcheeks, “Where’s my sister?”

“Uh,” Satoru smiles, shrugging, “No clue.”

Eh?

You sigh, still trying to fix your problem and make yourself more comfortable.

Satoru notices and asks, “What’s with you?”

“This straps digging into me.”

He nods, pushing away your hand. You eye him but his eyes were focused on the sides of your bottom. He notices the rolled-up and twisted strap, “Don’t flinch.”

His large hands grab your ass and turn you, facing you away from him. Somehow you find your cheeks getting warm, after all, your ass was facing him now. He gets down, his hands were wet from the course since it was a tropical treetop adventure. It felt cold, you had to resist flinching from it.

His hands are huge, you remembered them, they were also really soft and pretty.

You gulped feeling his fingers slip underneath the strap, wedged between your jean shorts and it. He wiggles and manages to untangle it with ease moving on to the other side. “Did you really ride that entire thing with a buckle between your cheeks?”

You shift, clicking your tongue, “No, it just moved when I was doing the plank jumping.”

His face felt really close to your body, you could feel his breath against the back of your thigh. You look back behind you, eyes widening when you realise he’s been looking at you waiting for you to turn around.

“What?” You huff.

He smiles, it wasn’t fair that he’s hot. “Nothing.” His pearly whites on display, you knew why your sister talked so much good about him with her girlfriends whenever they’d come over to stay.

“Just hurry, I wanna get going.”

Satoru shakes his head, “Come on, let’s take our time and enjoy ourselves.” Somehow that felt like it had more than one meaning but you move on.

His fingers prodding at your exposed buttcheeks against making you jump, “Hey!”

“Sorry, it’s just stuck in there, can you spread your legs or something?”

He’d love that, huh?

You did as he asked. Satoru was enjoying it, maybe a little too much. He liked the way your body melts under his touch even if you were trying to resist him. He pulls at the buckle and gets it away from your asscheeks. He bits his lip when his eyes catch the way your jeans are tucked and folded in between your ass, god, it was plump and right in his reach.

He proceeds to get back up, purposely running his hands up your body, resting against your left buttcheek. His fingers curled, molding into the crease of your ass. You gulped, feeling him squeeze.

What surprised you the most was his breathing, it somehow changed, erratic. He presses his large frame against you, pushing you forwards slightly. It felt like his hands were burning through your clothes, he breathes a quiet moan into your ear, “Fuck. You really think I haven’t noticed the way you keep pulling your shorts up?”

You gasp when his fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, threatening to slip into your bikini bottom, “I wasn’t doing it for you.”

“Yea?” Satoru hisses, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “You were doing it for that boy that was following you? You want his number or something, I fucking swear to god if you get anyone's number I’m going to push them off this fucking tree.”

He practically just marked his territory, to you and only you but you were too stubborn to just let him do that so easily.

Somehow he manages to get you to the edge of the empty platform, it was near the end therefore there weren’t many people who started the challenge with your group here at the moment since you literally tried to speedrun it.

He pushed your body against it, making your hands hold onto the railing. He bends you so your ass was perked up perfectly for him. His eyes trailed only to the curve of your body and the way you tried to look anywhere but at him, finding the trees more interesting.

He holds your waist in both of his hands, slowly thrusts himself into the nook of your butt. You muffled a moan with a bite of your lip, he can’t have the luxury of getting that out of you in public. “Keep pretending you don’t enjoy this, we both know you’re soaking wet.”

“I told you, looking at you makes me as dry as─”

Satoru cuts you off, “Shut up, stop being a brat.”

His cock erect inside of his shorts easily brush against your warm-clothed cunt, it wasn’t like he could just take off these tight-ass shorts right now but hell, he wanted to. His body felt heavy even though he was only just pushing against you, his large hands holding your waist were the only thing you could focus on. Does the trim his nails every day or something they’re so neat.

He leans over your body, pressing his chest against your back, head resting against the crook of your neck, “You think she’d kill us if she saw us? What do you think she’d do, blame me or you? Break up with me or fuck your relationship up…to be honest, she’s so in love with me I bet she’d forgive me in a heartbeat but you? I don’t even know what she’d do with you.”

“Stop it then,” You grabbed his hands, trying to pry him off. You turned your head to meet his blue eyes, you only noticed now that he’s not been wearing his sunglasses, “We’re not doing this.”

“Why not,” He whines, smiling ear to ear, “I wanna.” Satoru thrusts into you again, whatever you tried didn’t work, his grip was too tight. His dick bulging through his pants fit so snugly in the gap between your legs, perfect fit.

His lips engulf your earlobe, he sucks on it practically moaning in your ear, “I’d do anything to rip your clothes off right now. Fuck, I miss how tight your pussy is.”

It was hard to resist but you didn’t even know where your sister was, she could literally be right behind you and she might actually push you off to your death if you were caught with the love of her life. You wiggled around, slipping out of his hold to only be able to turn around and face him, hands on his chest pushing him as far as your arms could. It wasn’t much, he was leaning in trying to catch your lips with his.

“We can’t.”

Satoru groans, throwing his head back, exposing his veiny throat to you. “You’re so difficult.”

He wouldn’t reveal this to you but his cock was throbbing in his pants right now, practically dripping with precum. He loved the way you talked, argued, and fought against him-you hated him and god, he wanted you. It wasn’t like you couldn’t feel his cock, he wanted you to but he didn’t want you to know the things you could do to him if only you would ask. You were too bratty to ever ask, only demand.

“Would you push me off if I fingered you?” His lips trailed down the side of your neck, his hair brushing against your face. His thick fingers tapping against your inner thigh, trying to pry them open, “Don’t you want to just, feel them? Feel my fingers inside of you?”

You swallowed, hard. Your legs wobbled, you had to reposition them and he noticed, smirking again. Satoru slides his finger up between your legs, past the barrier of the hem of your shorts. It is a tight fit but it made it all the more interesting, his fingers felt the soft fabric of your bikini bottom and he moves them aside.

He heard you choke on your breath, his eyes meeting the blushed expression on your face, shy and worried but you never stopped him.

It wasn’t like it was hard, there wasn’t much between him and his goal and well, his goal was soaking wet as he predicted. Your small whimpers, moans of pleasure, like a song in his ears. Finally.

It was slightly uncomfortable, just the position and the way your shorts restricted his wrist. His fingers could only go so deep, only two of them fit through and lapped up all your wetness, he doesn’t hesitate to plunge inside, feeling the way it suctions him in. “Dry as a desert, huh?”

He teases you again, he always does, whether it be with his words or his eyes. You arched your back, hoping he’d have room to go deeper. A hand gripping onto the one he’s using to fuck you, holding him in place.

“You can’t just─” You bellowed, a whimper leaving your lips, “Fuck, that feels really good.”

Satoru groans, nodding at your response. He curls his fingers, trying to reach for the depths. There wasn’t any more room for him to penetrate, it wasn’t like he could easily finger you either, all he could do was stay fully penetrated and feel for what he wanted to use, abuse and oh, there it is.

You bite your lip so hard it nearly bleeds, the hand on his wrist brightens the colour on his wrist-probably going to bruise it. You choked, “Sa-Satoru, fuck, that’s it.”

He smiles, his lips return to your neck, resisting the urge to bite down on it, “I told you, with age comes experience. That guy over there wouldn’t be able to find your soft spot so fast.”

You nod, you don’t really know why but you were too delirious. Maybe it was the thrill, knowing anyone could just walk over that platform bridge and bust you. Even below, a hundred meters below someone could just look up and see you soaking down your legs.

“Are you going to cum you fucking brat?” Satoru growls, sensing how you tighten around his fingers, he works harder trying to get you there, “Come on, be a good girl and cum.”

Damn it. Why did he have to sound like that, his voice was groveled, deep, and lewd.

You unraveled, simply and easily. The dangerous thrill, his voice, and just his being in front of you caused all this to be so fucking simple. You came so hard, your legs shake the platform-you wanted to scream out, loudly and just let him know but hell, you could imagine the look on people’s faces after realizing a girl just got finger-fucked on a tropical adventure park.

He pulls out, looking at his glistening fingers. He smiles, pleased with it. “Open.”

You do it, why not? He shoves his fingers into your mouth, passing your swollen lips from all the biting. He flattens it against your tongue erotically, rolling it, cleaning it. He couldn’t resist going a bit deeper, holding the back of your head with his other hand he tilts your head back.

“Shit, you don’t have a gag reflex?” He moans, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

He feels the back of your throat easily with his long fingers, he could practically bust with a lustful expression on your face, eyes hazed from your orgasm and lips parted like a good girl for him.

He hears a piece of wood creak and pulls out quickly, accidentally nudging your tonsil, and you cough. “Ow, what the fuck.”

Then, his eyes widened he didn’t even need to turn around to know. “Yea, what the fuck indeed.”

Your sister stands across from the two of you. Oh god, your face heats up and your heart drops to your stomach. Satoru’s still got his left hand wrapped around your neck, your face flushed.

“Satoru, did you just─did you just try to touch my sister?” Your sister yells, running over and grabbing his other arm.

Satoru still in shock has to play it off or else they’d be done for, “Oh, uh─no. Babe, why would I do that?”

Your sister scoffs, finally getting him off of you, seeing the red mark on your neck. “I know you’re a man-whore but my fucking sister? My innocent little sister, Satoru!”

Oh, somehow you felt a sense of relief. She assumed he was about to do something.

“Are you okay?” She asks, seeing you hold your throat still trying to recover, “I can’t believe you choked her so hard she’s coughing!”

Well, sister, it wasn’t exactly that but you weren’t going to argue. “Baby, I promise I wasn’t trying to hit on your sister─”

“Yea, but you were clearly hurting her!”

Your eyes flicker towards Satoru, his eyes are large and unsteady. He grabs your sister by her waist, trying to soothe his way out of this, “I was just playing, baby.”

“Playing what? Choke your girlfriend’s sister to death, or were you trying to hold her down and kiss her? Huh, tell me.”

He rolls his neck, stressed, “I wouldn’t kill your sister.”

“Oh, so you wanted to kiss her?” Your sister crosses her arms, you wished you could disappear from this moment. So you try, moving over a little.

Your sister doesn’t let you though, “Stay still, I need to make sure he won’t hurt you again.”

You pucker your lips standing behind her as she tries to protect you.

Satoru's eyes flicker between his girlfriend and his girlfriend's sister, thinking which lie would suit this situation more, fuck it. “Yea, I was.”

“Oh my god! Are you drunk? I swear to god, I can’t ever leave you alone. Just because we look alike doesn’t mean you can just try to kiss her, okay?” Satoru wanted to disagree, you two didn’t look anything alike-it was like night and day. His girlfriend was this bright, confident, and extroverted sun and you were this mysterious, moody, and introverted moon but still, the way your eyes are looking at him-seductive, dirty, and arrogant. He found you so much hotter.

“I’m sorry baby.”

She huffs, taking his hand, “It’s fine, let’s just get going. My feet fucking hurt.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

You couldn’t believe your sister was so chill about Satoru trying to kiss you. Maybe it was something he did often, did he cheat on her often or something? This finally hit you that you were an accomplice in Satoru cheating on your own sister.

If your pillow could suffocate you, you would do it.

You nearly jump out of your skin when your bedroom door opens. Facing the direction you knew it to be the familiar white-haired cunt.

“What do you want now?”

Satoru pouts, “Not happy to see me?”

He makes his way towards your dimly lit bed, the only light was from the television you had on playing something random as background music whilst you were scrolling on your phone. He doesn’t even say anything when he pulls back your blanket and jumps in.

You send him a weird look, “Erm, what’s this?” You move over from the center of the bed to the right more, away from his warm nearly naked body. It wasn’t until he was near that you noticed he was shirtless and only wore his boxers.

He leans back, putting his arm over his head, his biceps popping as he does. Satoru cocks his head your way, “Your sister kicked me out of bed.”

“I wonder why,” You say, pulling the sheets up to cover yourself, “She didn’t dump you?”

Satoru chuckles, “Nah, she loves me.”

His face is illuminated by the light from the tv, you’ve never been in such a position with him. The last time you were in a room with him alone, some things happened and well, there wasn’t much talking at all.

“She said anything about me?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “Nah, she loves you too I guess. She blames me, says I needa’ stop trying to kiss everyone thats pretty.”

“You do that often? Cheat, lie, manipulate, take advantage-”

“Aight, I get it,” He cuts you off, his blue eyes glistening, “I don’t cheat on your sister, like ever. You are the first okay? I just have a bad track record, before I met your sister─I was as your sister says─a man-whore.”

“But why are you in here?”

He smiles, “Because, she kicked me out and you’ve got a comfy bed.”

“Is that all?”

His eyes glimmer now, with excitement, “No, I wanted to see you.”

“Whore.”

He acts hurt, “Ouch, offended.” His smile brightens, he bits his pink-hued lips eyeing you.

“Honestly, you should just forget me and go back to her, I’m sure if you kiss her or something she’d take you right back in her arms,” You suggest, watching the video on your phone.

Satoru groans on your side, within a split second he throws your phone onto the bed and holds your jaw with his hand, “I don’t want her, do you need me to keep repeating this?”

“Well, you can’t have me so, fuck off.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing you down into the bed as his body rolls over the top of you caging you in underneath him. His predator-like stance over your prey-like frame. He puts his hand over your mouth, “Could you just shut up for once in your life.”

Your muffled voice sends back a response and he just smirks.

“I can’t hear you but I guess that’s a good thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your fucking mouth I just keep imagining my dick inside of it. How do you not have a gag reflex, for a kid like you─”

“I─am not. I’m not a vi-virgin─you, you fuckface, I─wasn’t one when we first fucked either.” You choked out under his hand.

He chuckles, his voice vibrates through you, in a dark room with nothing but yourselves it somehow felt different, “Obviously, virgins don’t know how to ride cock the way you do, but then again I never made you cum around my dick so I don’t even know if you cum like a virgin.”

“Have you got some weird virgin kink, because that’s plain weird─” He’d let you talk for a second.

Then close his hand over your mouth again, “I fucking don’t, now just shut up again.”

“I just find it kinda fun, how you’ve barely had any experience yet, somehow I just have this gut feeling that you’re a freak. I wanna know how you take cock in your throat.”

With the look, you could’ve easily had him wrapped around your fingers, he hopes you’ll never find out. He sits on the bed hands laced between strands of your messy hair that he’d tug and pull at making you moan stuffed with his cock inside your mouth.

Satoru’s cock was shaped like it was made by gods, molded like the picture-perfect dick. It curves beautifully, no wonder it feels so good. Its size is beyond average, he’s impressed with how much of it you could take inside of your mouth. Before long, it hits the back of your throat, and when he’d think you couldn’t take anymore he feels it go deeper into the ridges of you, his nose hitting his crotch. Fuck, when was the last time a girl had his entire cock inside their mouth.

His head thrown back, he couldn't even playoff how good he felt. He could tell it was stroking your ego, you knew how to suck dick.

You moaned purposefully, the vibrations caused his dick to twitch. He hisses, breathing through the waves in his stomach. His eyes were barely open, he wanted to see it.

He wants to see your watery eyes, choking on his cock. Fuck, so the no-gag reflex was an actual thing, he’d do this all day if he could.

You drag your tongue around the underside of his cock when you pulled back, rolling your tongue around his velvet tip, swirling before prodding at the leaking cum. “Hhm, you taste good…for a prick.”

He laughs darkly, voice deep from all the grunting he was doing, “You lied right? You’ve gotta have been with more than five guys.”

You licked your palm, eyes connected to him the entire time and you saw him gulp. Using the palm to pleasure his veiny rod. You shake your head, smiling, “Nah, I didn’t lie. I’m just talented. You forget that I’m a camgirl.”

“Fuck, uh-fuck, yea you-you are so fucking ta-talented. Dirty fucking, camgirl.” He could barely hold back when you took his tip back in your mouth, as you fisted his cock, the double stimulation making him thrust into your mouth, “Let me, fuck, let me cum in your throat pretty girl.”

“Beg,” You pulled out, smacking your lips, wiping away the drool, “Beg me and I’ll let you. I’ll even swallow.”

His eyes lit up and his lips stretch ear to ear. “Fuck─yeah, please, let me cum in your throat. Please, (y/n), I’ll do anything.”

You hum, pleased with his obedience, for a guy like him you thought it was so fun to be like this. Honestly, most men in this position would do anything to bust in your mouth.

“Do you beg my sister?”

Satoru perks, “Huh?”

“Do you beg her, for her to let you cum?”

Satoru shakes his head, “Fuck no, only you.”

You liked that answer.

Taking him back in your mouth, he nearly screams. The euphoria he feels, he doesn’t even regret begging, god, he never fucking begs.

His dick was so hard it could explode, you could tell he was near his end. It throbs in your mouth and you take it completely in, resting it in as deep as it could go. You dragged your mouth in and out, sucking on it and rolling your tongue as you could.

Satoru can’t hold it anymore, he bites his lip, moaning your name. He grips your hair hard, making you meet his eyes. “Fuck─shit, I’m gonna cum─”

During this, the entirety of it he was loud like extremely loud to the point that when your sister came looking for her boyfriend walked around everywhere she could think he would be, and ended up at your bedroom door. She doubts that he’d be in there but only with one step past it, the noises coming from the door made her freeze.

He was moaning her sister’s name, her little sister’s name. She drops down next to the door, listening to all the sweet shit he says to you. How he’s obedient, talkative, and listens to you. He’d never been like that with her, he’d always been a fuck and go kinda guy so what’s changed.

She was angry but she wasn’t going to walk in, and curse her eyes with the sight of him fucking you or whatever what happening in there.

Satoru’s fucked out eyes beamed at you, his gentle hand paws at your cheeks. He tells you to open your mouth, you opened them. His fingers spread your lips as he looks down your throat. The overload of his cum fills it to the brim, he feels his stomach flip. The sight that, oof.

“Swallow, all of it,” He urges, you close your lips and swallow as he says. Satoru leans towards your swollen and overused lips, attaching his to it. He sucks and pulls on it, sloppy, he was drunk on the taste. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

He stayed in your bed, even spooning you. If only he knew, that your phone was blowing up from a certain guy who did give you his number on the course.

Megumi: i’ll take you up on that

You tap the screen of your phone, thinking of a response.

You: you're still awake?

Megumi: can’t stop thinking about you

Seems like all the guys around you think the same.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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It Will Come Back

pairing - Scaramouche x f!reader (Au)

AN: This is a 3-4 part scara angst series. It does not make scara look good. If you're looking for scara comfort, this is not the series you should be reading. Reblogs are much appreciated and I would love your feedback to this :)

Word count - 5400

CW/TW: angst, insecurities, arguments/conflicts, jealousy, suggestive (nothing explicit), crying, heartbreak, mean! scara (sort of), unrequited love, hurt/no comfort

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When he can't give you what you need but gives it oh so willingly to someone else...

PART 1 - Shatter me | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

In a dimly lit cafe, you sit across from Ayaka and Thoma, sipping at a lukewarm cup of tea. The ambiance is cozy, but the warmth of the place fails to reach you. Your gaze drifts toward the window, where raindrops streak down the glass.

"I know I should look after myself first," you confess. "But it's just... so hard."

Ayaka places a comforting hand on yours, her eyes filled with concern. "We understand, (Y/n). Living with him must be emotionally draining."

Thoma chimes in, his expression a mix of sympathy and frustration. "It sucks that you cannot change the dorm room arrangement until graduation. But at least there are only a few months left."

You nod, trying to force a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "Yeah, just a few more months," you reply, sounding weary.

Ayaka leans in, her voice gentle. "You don't have to live there, you know. I know you already paid for the dorm, but you could stay with us. We have plenty of extra rooms, and Thoma already lives with us."

Ayato, who had been quiet until now, narrows his eyes and speaks with conviction. "She's right. You don't have to endure this. Come live with us. We'll take care of you."

Your heart swells with gratitude for their kindness, yet a heavy cloud of uncertainty lingers. "I appreciate it, really," you begin, "but... I don't want to run away from my problems.”

Ayato interjects gently, "I understand, but you already have a lot on your plate. The semester ends in a few months, and then you graduate. On top of that, you have reports to submit and jobs to apply for. Living under the same roof as Scaramouche is taking the life out of you."

Ayaka agrees, her eyes full of empathy. "You deserve so much better, (Y/n). Seeing Scaramouche with his new girlfriend is not something you need to experience."

Ayato adds thoughtfully, his eyes softening as he looks at you "You need to draw boundaries with him, especially concerning Miyo, she may be nice and sweet, but seeing them in what is supposed to be your safe space isn't easy on you and it isn't fair."

The weight of your situation bears down upon you, and you feel utterly exhausted, demotivated, burnt out, and mostly empty. The emotional toll of navigating an undefined relationship with Scaramouche, coupled with witnessing him move on with someone else, left you feeling like a ship adrift in stormy seas. You take a deep breath, feeling the heaviness in your chest, and reply with sincerity. "I know you all mean well, and I can't thank you enough for your support. I’ll see what I can do about it. But enough about me, what is going on in your lives?” You switch to a different topic, hoping it would distract you from your thoughts. As the rain outside intensifies, your mind drifts back to a vivid memory, a rainy day much like this one.

You had returned home from a college party; your steps unsteady from the effects of alcohol. Scaramouche, as he often did, had taken advantage of your non-confrontational nature and was munching on your leftovers, a smug grin playing on his lips.

"Hey," you slurred, your voice betraying a mix of anger and uncertainty. "That's... that's my food."

He looked up, his violet eyes meeting yours, a hint of surprise in his expression. "So what?" he retorted, feigning indifference. "You always let me have it anyway."

Your cheeks flushed with irritation, but the alcohol emboldened you, pushing you to speak up. "You can't just take whatever you want, Scaramouche! It's not fair!"

Setting the food aside, he stood up, closing the distance between you with an air of defiance. "Stop being a brat," he shot back. "It's just food."

Anger surged within you, fueled by a mix of alcohol and pent-up frustration. "I'm not a brat!" you countered; your voice tinged with indignation. "And you can't keep treating me like this!"

A tense silence hung between you, the room feeling smaller with every heartbeat. Emotions churned within you like a stormy sea, uncertain and volatile. But amidst the anger, there was something else, something magnetic and undeniable, pulling you both closer. Scaramouche's eyes bore into yours, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze, like an electric charge in the air. Your breath quickened, heart pounding in your chest, as if caught in the eye of a brewing tempest.

The storm of emotions reached its peak, and before you knew it, your lips were on his, a moment of reckless abandon and vulnerability. Time seemed to slow, the world around you fading away, leaving only the two of you entangled in a whirlwind of desire and frustration. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and the taste of alcohol mingled with the sweetness of the rain outside. The sounds of soft moans and whispered words echoed in the room, like a melody that only the two of you could hear. The anger and frustration that had been pent up between you and him were all released through shared touches, an explosion of emotions that neither of you could resist. In the dim light of your room, his skin against yours felt electrifying, each touch igniting a fire within. It was a night of recklessness and vulnerability, a night when your world would spin on its axis, forever changing your relationship with Scaramouche.

And now, as you stand in front of your dorm room, the present looms before you like a daunting challenge. Your heart clenches with dread, knowing that the moment you step inside, you'll have to face him, the one who has become an intangible part of your life. The fear of having your heart broken anew grips you like a vice, but you know there is no escape from the reality that awaits you. Taking a deep breath, you turn the doorknob, and the room embraces you like an old friend. Yet, the warmth you once felt has been replaced by an icy chill. Your eyes dart around, seeking any sign of Scaramouche. Then, like a sharp blade, the sight of him cuddling on the couch with Miyo pierces your heart. A bowl of popcorn rests on his lap, and he playfully feeds her the kernels. The scene is so intimate, so tender, that it feels like a knife being twisted in your gut.

You force a polite smile as Miyo waves at you excitedly, her presence a constant reminder of what you lack. She invites you to join them, her friendly tone contrasting sharply with the storm of emotions swirling inside you. "We're having fun, come on (Y/n), join us. This movie is good!"

You decline her offer, offering a weak excuse of having work to do. The truth is that you can't bear to be near them, witnessing the affection he showers on her that was always reserved from you. It's not her fault, you know, but the jealousy and hurt gnaw at you nonetheless. She has everything from him that you longed for but never received.

As Miyo's face drops, you see her disappointment, and for a moment, a pang of guilt tugs at your heart. You know she means well, and her understanding demeanor only serves to amplify the turmoil within you. "Alright then, no worries. Good luck with your work," she says with a friendly smile.

Your response is curt as you mutter a quick, "Thank you," before hastily retreating to your room. The weight of emotions bears down on you, crashing into your chest like a tidal wave. You crash onto your bed, your heart heavy with pain and confusion. Three years – three long years you had been there for him, doing everything in your power to keep him happy. Yet, it now feels like you were nothing more than a convenience, a placeholder in his life until he found someone special for himself. The thought stabs at your heart, leaving a searing ache in its wake. It's not just the fact that he's moved on with someone else that hurts; it's the feeling of being forgotten, as if those three years meant nothing to him. The intimacy you shared, the emotions you poured into your undefined relationship, it all feels like a cruel joke now.

You recall the moments you spent together, the laughter, the tears, the shared experiences that bonded you. It was supposed to mean something – it was supposed to be enough. But now, it seems like all those moments were lost in the shadow of Miyo's presence. The ache in your chest intensifies as you wonder why you weren't enough for him. What did she have that you didn't? Was it her sweetness, her warmth, her ability to make him feel special? You find yourself drowning in a sea of self-doubt, questioning your worth and your place in his life. The room around you feels suffocating, the walls closing in as the weight of your emotions presses down on you. The pain of rejection, the bitterness of feeling replaced, it all swirls together into a storm of anguish that threatens to consume you.

The knock on your door startles you, and you take a moment to compose yourself before opening it. To your surprise and dismay, there stands Scara, his face contorted into a scowl. His voice carries a hiss as he demands, "What's your problem?"

You raise an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure despite the turmoil inside. "Excuse me?"

Scara's anger seems to intensify as he snaps back, "Miyo has been trying to be nice to you, trying to hang out, and you keep turning her down, being very bitchy and closed off to her."

Your heart sinks, and anger bubbles up inside you. How dare he accuse you of being rude to Miyo when all you feel is the pain of seeing them together? Before you can respond, he continues, his words laced with exasperation and anger "She's going to be here often whether you like it or not because she is my girlfriend. The least you can do is be nice to her."

His words strike a nerve, and a mix of hurt and frustration washes over you. How can he be so insensitive? Doesn't he understand how difficult this is for you? You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the emotions are too overwhelming.

"I... I don't hate her," you manage to say, your voice shaking slightly. "It's just... seeing you two together... it's hard for me."

Scaramouche's scowl softens a fraction, but there's still a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "Look, I get that it's not easy for you," he mutters, his tone begrudgingly acknowledging your feelings. "But she's important to me, and I won't have you treating her like crap."

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, a mix of sadness and anger building inside you. "I'm not trying to treat her badly," you say, your voice steady. "I'm just trying to cope with everything, and it's hard for me to be around you two right now."

Scaramouche seems taken aback by the sincerity in your voice, but he quickly masks it with a defensive posture. "Well, you better figure it out," he retorts. "Because she's not going anywhere.”

It's not that you want to push Miyo away; it's just that seeing them together is a constant reminder of what you had with him and lost. You want to be happy for him, but it's hard when your heart feels like it's breaking every time you see them together. "I'll try," you say softly, the pain evident in your voice. "I'll try to be nicer, but please understand that it's not easy for me."

Scaramouche's expression softens slightly, and he lets out a sigh. "Fine," he grumbles, seeming to relent just a little. He turns to leave, and you can't help but feel a pang of sadness as you watch him go. The door closes, and you're left alone in your room, the storm of emotions still raging inside you.

You slide down against the door, your body shaking as tears and sobs break from you like a torrential downpour. Everything hurts so much. Your head feels heavy with a thousand thoughts, your heart aches with a pain you can't describe. Was Scaramouche ever this protective of you? You wonder bitterly. Probably not, you chuckle bitterly between sobs. He was always the one to roast you with insults, to chime in when his friends mocked you, to treat you like the butt of a joke. He always had a sense of superiority with everyone... everyone except her.

Miyo. The name feels like a knife in your chest. She came into his life, and suddenly everything changed. The tenderness he showed her was something you had yearned for, but he kept it locked away from you. It feels like betrayal, and the pain is unbearable. You had given so much of yourself to him, only to be tossed aside when someone new came along. As you sit there, feeling utterly broken and defeated, you can't help but question everything. Was there ever a chance for you two? Or were you destined to be the one who loved him more, while he gave his heart to someone else? The memory hits you like a tidal wave, pulling you into a painful flashback of a time not too long ago.

Scaramouche had been acting distant, colder and ruder than usual. The tension between you two was palpable, and it had finally reached its breaking point. You remember sitting in your kitchen over dinner.

"Is everything okay, Scara?" you had asked, trying to hide the nervous tremor in your voice. “You’ve been so closed off, recently.”

He stopped eating, frowning as he set his fork down. "Maybe it's time to end this… end this little charade of ours.," he said, his tone somber.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "What do you mean?"

Scaramouche sighed, looking tired and conflicted. "I'm getting tired of us always arguing, always fighting," he admitted. "And I'm tired of you asking more from me, asking for something I can't offer you... something I don't want to offer you."

You felt your heart shatter at his words, but you refused to give up so easily. "I can be patient," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. “I am sorry, Scara. I didn’t mean to come off as pushy. I didn’t know it was affecting you like this.”

But he shakes his head, looking weary and defeated. "It's not about being ready," he says. "I think it's better for us to be just friends. You shouldn't get your hopes up."

Your heart clenches at his words, panic rising within you. You can't bear the thought of losing him, of going back to being just friends when your feelings for him are so much more. "Scara, you can't be doing this," Desperation laced in your voice. "Not now, not when I'm in love with you."

He looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "That's precisely why I can't allow this to continue," he murmurs. In that moment, it felt like your world was crumbling around you. The dinner you had prepared with so much love and hope now lay untouched on the table. He threw the rest of the food in the trash can, as if symbolizing the end of something beautiful yet broken.

You tried to hold back the tears, the pain of rejection and heartbreak too much to bear. You had given so much of yourself to him, and now he was pushing you away, leaving you feeling abandoned and lost. "I don't want to lose you," you said, your voice quivering. "I can't imagine my life without you."

He stood up, and you reached out, as if trying to hold on to him, to keep him from slipping away. As Scaramouche harshly pulls away, you can feel the sharp pain of rejection cutting through you. "I can't deal with this right now," he says angrily, his voice cold and distant. "I need to go."

You stand there, your arms still reaching out for him, but he doesn't look back as he leaves the dorm room, leaving you by yourself to deal with your breaking heart. The tears spill freely from your eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in. The one person you had poured your heart and soul into, the one who had once been so dear to you, had now become a stranger, cold and indifferent.

As you sit in front of your laptop, the memories of that painful night still haunt you. You try to focus on your reports, hoping that burying yourself in work will numb the pain, but it's no use. The ache in your heart is still there, a constant reminder of what you had lost. You remember how he said he would prepare his own meals from now on, how he told you not to wait on him anymore. It felt like he was trying to erase every trace of your connection, as if he wanted to forget that you had ever been a part of his life. The pain is heavy, and the weight of it feels suffocating. You wonder if it will ever end, if you will ever be able to move on from this heartbreak. Graduation feels like a distant hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness of your emotions. The pain is raw, the wounds still fresh, and you wonder if you will ever find the strength to heal. You wish for a reprieve from the anguish, for a way to escape the constant ache in your chest. In the midst of your turmoil, you find solace in the thought that someday, somehow, you will find the strength to mend your broken heart. Until then, you take each day as it comes, hoping that with time, the wounds will heal, the pain will lessen and maybe, just maybe, he will come back to you.

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In the dimly lit living room, Scaramouche returned to the couch, his eyes meeting Miyo's curious gaze. She snuggled against his chest as they continued to watch the movie, her warmth and presence grounding him. She was a comforting balm to his troubled soul, someone who seemed to understand him in ways he had never thought possible. The guilt of his recent confrontation with you still lingered, but he pushed it aside for the moment, trying to focus on the joy he found in Miyo's company.

"Is everything okay?" Miyo asked softly, her voice carrying genuine concern.

Scaramouche's gaze softened as he looked at her, a small smile gracing his lips. "Yeah, everything's fine," he reassured her. "Just had to discuss something about some bills with (y/n)."

Miyo nodded, accepting his answer without pressing further. She snuggled closer against him, finding comfort in his embrace. Scaramouche couldn't help but feel lucky to have found her. She was a beautiful soul, intelligent, confident, and kind. Despite knowing the truth about his royal heritage, she treated him like any other person, never letting his status define their relationship. (Y/n) didn’t treat you any differently as well, idiot. A voice in his head spoke. He pushed it away, trying to focus on the present, on the happiness he found with Miyo. But guilt gnawed at him, wondering if he had been too harsh on you earlier. He recalled the way you looked earlier. Pale, tired, with dark circles under your eyes - you seemed unwell. Had he misjudged the situation earlier? Were you not being mean to Miyo after all? Graduation was just two months away; maybe you were genuinely occupied with work.

He couldn't shake off the concern he felt for you, his thoughts wavering between the affection he had for Miyo and the lingering emotions he had for you. Scaramouche adored Miyo; she made him feel loved and understood. Yet, a part of him couldn't forget how he treated you. The thought of someone treating Miyo the way he treated you made his chest hurt. Scaramouche's mind drifted back to a time not too long ago when you had discovered the truth about him and Miyo.

It had been a few weeks since you confessed your love, and he had turned you down, leading to a growing distance between you two. He had been avoiding you, but it became difficult to do so since the two of you shared a dorm. He had met Miyo a few weeks before your confession, and he knew he wanted to see more of her. But he couldn't do that while still entangled in a confusing "situationship" with you. That's why he had to end things, for both your sake and his own.

He was careful not to bring Miyo up after he had began dating her. He didn’t know if it was out of consideration for your emotions or out of guilt but his relationship with Miyo was a well-hidden secret from you. However, he longed for Miyo to be with him. He thought you would be at the supermarket where you part-timed, not returning until late in the night. So, he had invited Miyo over to your shared dorm, hoping to spend some time alone with her. The two of them were making out in the kitchen when you unexpectedly walked in. The shock on your face was unmistakable, as if you had just witnessed a murder. Scaramouche quickly pushed Miyo away, and she straightened herself, apologizing to you.

"I-I'm sorry," Miyo stammered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

You stood there, silent for a moment, before finally speaking in a barely audible voice. "What is going on?"

Scaramouche cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "Miyo, this is (y/n)," he introduced you with an awkward gesture. "And (y/n), this is Miyo... my girlfriend."

The sparkle in your eyes immediately diminished as you tried to process this information. Scaramouche noticed your breaths became shallow and short as your eyes shifted between him and Miyo.

"Girlfriend..." you whispered, almost as if testing the word on your tongue.

The atmosphere in the room turned heavy as he noticed your lips quiver. Miyo knew about you, about the situationship. Scaramouche had no secrets with her. "I... I'll just go to my room," you managed to say, your voice trembling. "I... I forgot my wallet."

With that, you rushed to your room, and Scaramouche watched as you quickly reemerged, dashing out of the dorm in a hurry before he could say anything. He felt a pit forming in his stomach realizing that he had hurt you. Scaramouche knew he had to make amends somehow, but he also understood that it might be too late.

“I should head home,” Miyo speaks placing a reassuring hand on his chest. “I know you are worried about her. I am too. This wasn’t the best way for her to find out.” She sighed. “We need to give her some time and space to process this. Be nice to her, okay?”

Scaramouche nodded and kissed her softly on the lips. “You’re just amazing, you know that? To think of her even in a situation like this.” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

In that moment, as Miyo placed a reassuring hand on Scaramouche's chest, he felt understood in a way he hadn't expected. Her understanding and concern for you showed him the depth of her empathy and kindness. Any doubts he had about her over you vanished away, replaced by a newfound appreciation for the woman in his arms. With her understanding and support, the uncomfortable pit that had formed in Scaramouche's stomach began to ease. He knew he could count on Miyo, not just as a girlfriend but as a true companion who would stand by him through thick and thin.

As the movie came to an end, Miyo had fallen asleep, snuggled against him. Scaramouche couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable she looked, her peaceful expression bringing a sense of calm to his heart. He placed a tender kiss on top of her head, feeling a mix of love and protectiveness toward her. Graduation season was upon them, and it had been a challenging time for all of them. He knew Miyo was working hard, juggling her studies and other responsibilities. In contrast, Scaramouche felt a sense of privilege, knowing that his path was set as a prince of Inazuma, despite his strained relationship with his mother, the queen. Graduation was supposed to mark a new beginning, a fresh chapter in their lives, but for Scaramouche, it felt more like a burden, a heavy cloak of expectations and obligations he had to carry. He couldn't help but wonder if he was truly ready for the responsibilities that awaited him as a prince. Despite his achievements and his position, there was always a sense of disappointment from his mother, the queen, which weighed heavily on him.

He knew that he had a responsibility to fulfill, but in that moment, with Miyo by his side, he felt a sense of solace. She was the one who made him feel like he could be himself, without the burden of expectations. Miyo saw him for who he truly was and accepted him, flaws and all. Scaramouche felt a deep gratitude for having her in his life, especially during times of uncertainty and pressure.

Scaramouche's senses were heightened as he heard the door to your room creak open, the sound like a haunting echo in the quiet space. You had been skittish ever since the day you discovered Scaramouche and Miyo in the kitchen, and he couldn't help but notice how seldom you were in the dorm lately. You would leave early in the morning and return late at night, prompting his concern for your well-being. He often wondered if you were getting enough sleep or if something else was troubling you.

He knew you weren't alright. Your weary appearance betrayed the emotional turmoil you were going through. Without making a sound or drawing too much attention to yourself, you walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk. Scaramouche inwardly cursed himself, realizing that he had run out of milk and had used your supply to make Miyo hot chocolate. He had planned to replace it with a new carton tomorrow, but now it seemed like a careless oversight.

Seeing you sigh and throw the empty carton away, he mumbled an apology to you, hoping to ease the tension between you. "I'm sorry about the milk," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

You looked at him, and he noticed the tear tracks on your cheeks, causing a pang of guilt to shoot through him. He tried to brush it off, attempting to maintain a sense of normalcy. "It's just milk, (y/n)," he said, attempting to downplay the situation. "No need to be so dramatic about it. I’ll buy you some more tomorrow, okay?"

But the emotions he saw in your eyes told a different story. It was clear that there was more going on beneath the surface, and he wished he could reach out to you, comfort you in some way. But the weight of Miyo sleeping on his chest kept him in place, unable to move.

You quickly wiped away your tears, your eyes becoming hollow with all the emotions pooling inside them. "It's fine," you replied in a voice that cracked slightly, trying to maintain a façade of strength.

As you hurriedly rushed back to your room, he couldn't help but notice your hand gripping your stomach. Were you hungry? He had noticed that your shelves in the fridge were bare, indicating that you might not be taking care of yourself properly. As he sat there, still holding Miyo in his arms, the weight of the situation weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn't help but feel like he had let you down, and the guilt gnawed at him. Scaramouche knew that he needed to address the situation, to find a way to talk to you and make amends, but the fear of rejection and the complexity of his feelings held him back.

Despite not being together anymore, Scaramouche couldn't help but feel a lingering fondness for you. He missed talking to you, sharing inside jokes, and having spicy meals together where he would laugh at your expense as you danced around due to the heat of the food. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity with you that he had grown accustomed to, and it frustrated him that you wouldn't accept what he offered to you – friendship. In his mind, he couldn't understand why you were so stuck on the notion of loving him and having him love you back. It was unfair to him, he felt, as he had made his intentions clear from the start. He never wanted to give you the place that Miyo now held in his heart. He wasn't sure why he couldn't reciprocate your feelings, but he knew that it wasn't something he could force. He couldn't understand why you held onto that hope, even when he had rejected you.

Maybe it was because of your uncertainty. Scaramouche couldn't help but notice that you never seemed to decide anything for yourself. Your lack of self-esteem also played a role; you didn't seem to value yourself as much as you deserved. How could you expect him to love you when you placed your worth so low? The constant arguments between you two weighed on his mind as well. They always ended with you in tears, and it left him feeling drained and frustrated. Miyo, on the other hand, brought ease and stability to his life. She was confident, knew what she wanted, and had a clear goal in life - to become a diplomat in the Inazuma court. In contrast, he couldn't help but feel that you lacked direction and purpose. You never seemed to have a plan or a clear vision for your future. It made him question whether a long-term relationship with you would have been sustainable.

While he respected your opinions and advice, he couldn't help but feel weighed down by the constant nagging. You would urge him to study harder, to work towards proving himself, even though everything seemed to be already set for him as a prince. While he complained about how disappointed his mother was with him, instead of agreeing, you would encourage him to communicate with her. It felt like you were pushing him, never letting him be by himself. It was hard to let go of the hurt and frustration, but at the same time, he couldn't help but miss the connection you once shared. He wished things could have been different, that you could have been the person you needed you to be – a friend.

Scaramouche carefully picked up Miyo in his arms, cradling her gently as he carried her to his room. He walked with soft, measured steps, mindful not to wake her from her peaceful slumber. As he passed through the living room, his foot accidentally knocked over a pile of unread mail, scattering envelopes across the floor. His eyes caught sight of a particular envelope, distinct from the others. It was from Mondstadt, and it bore your name on it. The sight of it caused a pang of curiosity to stir within him, but he hesitated to pick it up. He knew that mail was private, and he shouldn't intrude into your personal space.

Without thinking much of it, Scaramouche walked towards his room, still holding Miyo in his arms. He placed her gently on the bed, making sure she was comfortable and covered with a blanket. She sighed softly, settling into a deeper slumber. Scaramouche climbed into bed beside Miyo, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her close. He found solace in the warmth of her body and the steady rhythm of her breathing. In that moment, as he lay beside her, he pushed aside the thoughts of you. He chose to focus on the present, on the love and comfort he found with Miyo.

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