Oh My God, Waking Up To Seeing Luke All Wide Eyed And Serving Cvnt Was Not What I Expected. This Has

#emi!!!

Fuck it bae, I don't care anymore.

May I request a Navia & Furina x Fem!reader? Kk, thanks. Love yah 😘

-🍀🍄 anon

𐙚 caught in the princess’ bed

┊navia & furina x fem!reader

⋆ SYNOPSIS : how dare you… Furina leaves you alone for a second, just for you to try and fuck her friend? :0

⋆ WARNINGS : NSFW; not the original storyline?; Furina is a princess; unestablished relationship; cunnilingus; sex toy; threesome

⋆ A/N : I'm sorry for the delay, I deleted what I wrote and did it all over again a few times, but it's here! I also got horny asf writing this?💀 I’m ovulating, sry

“W-wait… mmfgh- ahh Navia- what if she comes back?” You ask, low moans escaping between each sentence.

She smiles and undoes the tie on your dress, pushing you lightly with one hand on your chest so that you fall back onto the bed and she can be on top.

Perhaps it was a bit too presumptuous of you to assume that just because lady Furina had left you alone with her visit and said that she might take longer than expected, she’d actually take a long time. I mean, she intended to fetch the leaves and brew the tea herself… so why was she standing now, in front of your her bed with her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow looking at you?

You and Navia quickly separate. You imagine that if it were up to her, you would just continue on with the indecency in front of the princess, as she pouts in irritation when you close your legs together.

Now your dress was on the floor, covered only by your panties, and bra tossed to the side of the bed. The long gone beautiful hairstyle stood messy on your head, as well as the visible mess inside your panties. Damn, how could you be so careless?!

Your heart was racing with fear of the punishment, you could barely look at lady Furina as you mumbled your apologies.

“Firstly…” she scoffs, raising her voice. “Look at me when you address me.” You hear footsteps as she gets closer. “And secondly… how dare you give your body just like that to someone other than me?” She lifts your chin up between two fingers. “If you were feeling so needy, you just had to ask.”

Your eyes close so tightly that you feel tears forming. What would become of you?…

“haa—?!!” You jolt in surprise and blink your eyes open when you feel one of the princess' fingers pressing down on your clothed clit. “Does the feeling of fucking someone else in my bed while I’m not here turns you on? Did you want me to see you like this?” She begins circling your sensitive bud under her touch, making your eyes melt with pleasure and your head tilt slightly in hesitation. You’re not sure what’s going on.

Without stopping the ministrations, she turns back. A blank stare at the girl behind her, who couldn't say anything of the situation. She was fully dressed, just without the big hat so as not to get in the way. “You are so greedy… you did this despite knowing you are my servant.” She teases, even though her eyes are no longer on you.

“Will it be enough if you have both of us?” One of her fingers signals for Navia to come closer, holding her by the shoulders and guiding her hand to take off your panties, which Navia did without hesitation, her mouth already salivating at the sight of your wet pussy.

“Can I?" She makes sure, her arms already hugging your hips possessively as she looked at the lady with her puppy dog eyes until she replied “you may.”

And then, you feel your pussy being completely engulfed by her mouth, sucking out the essence that escaped and dripped onto the bed. "You are so sweet! Mmmh~” she would comment, her nose pressing against your clit deliciously, making you moan in ecstasy.

Lady Furina on the other hand, sat back in her chair, trying to enjoy the tea she brought, but failing miserably. Her thighs crossed over each other, squeezing together in a failed attempt to contain the excitement that was growing in her core. She knew she could do whatever she wanted, but what if word got out? Wouldn't that cause her any harm?

Your eyes searched for hers as Navia reveled in the taste of you, chest heaving up and down waiting for her to get up from her post and join you two.

“H-how about you take your clothes off and let me take care of you?” You suggest shyly, voice a little cracked and reluctant.

“Hmm…” she pounders, biting her lower lip.

Navia takes the opportunity to encourage her, separating from your slit with a loud pop and throwing her own clothes to the floor, “my lady, don’t be shy. It'll be our little secret, just the three of us. We’re not gonna tell anyone, promise.”

Furina uncrosses her legs and gets up, going to the end of the bed, “well… I guess… if you insist. I am quite curious, you see.” She climbs onto the mattress and crawls towards you, climbing over your body.

Your arms wrap around her back, pulling her down and gluing your bodies and mouths together with a kiss. From time to time, you rubbed yourself against any part of her body (you couldn’t even see which part was) like a bitch in heat. When you can't take it anymore, your agile and trembling hands remove all the fabric that covered her parts, exposing her nakedness.

“C’mon, let me have some fun too~” Navia gently pushes Furina forward, giving her space to position herself between your legs.

Furina's pussy is right ahead of your face, and you’re so thirsty! :( your hands grab her ass, and you feel the shiver that runs through Furina's body, but she doesn't have time to complain before you swallow the meal in front of you.

“Hnnnngh…!” Her body tenses up as you begin to suck on her pussy, her face turning red with pleasure. The sensation is new and exciting, something she never thought she’d experience. A sensation that only gets better the moment you feel something being inserted into your tight hole, moaning into her cunt when the small device starts vibrating in your canal.

Navia holds your legs open, amazed at how swollen your clit is right now, and intertwines her legs with yours, rubbing her own pussy against yours back and forth, spreading the sticky fluid all over your skin. You felt stimulated both above and below.

Furina would move your hair out of your forehead and pull on it clumsily, pushing your face back so she could see it. The way your makeup was all smudged, your eyes watering… she couldn't deny that this sight turned her on as she used your tongue to satisfy herself.

“Ahhh… yes, right there…” the princess moaned, choking you with her juices as you pushed your tongue deeper into her cunny. And you loved it. You loved how you felt used and handled by them just for relief. If you stopped for a moment to breathe, Furina would let out a long whine in displeasure and Navia would harshly open your mouth back with her fingers while she lifted your head, mouth ready to receive a warm pussy again. “Keep going, sweetheart,” she’d whisper.

And even if you finally came, squirting all over Navia’s pussy, they’d still use you a little more. Because it's not fair that only you get to finish!

You feel so overstimulated, body completely spent and sweaty, sensitive to the touch. Your jaw hurt from licking Furina so much, but you didn't stop until you heard her whimper, bucking her hips into your mouth and finally staying still for a few seconds while pressing your face against her hips to cum down your throat (and of course you swallowed it all!).

You already felt the need to breathe when she held you by the cheeks and separated you, her breathing was heavy and a line of a sticky white fluid connected your mouth to her pussy, running down your chin to your breasts.

Navia on the other hand, lasted a while longer before reaching climax, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as orgasm washed over her. She moved her hand down to circle her clit with two fingers for a little, until she stopped moving on top of you. And in the end, she still sucked your mixed essences from your pussy with the premise that “she was cleaning you up”, making you cum one last time before you two snuggled up with Furina next to you, too tired to do anything now and think about any possible consequences in the future (including the tea that got cold).

I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart,  panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

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sucking diluc off in public is my dream

cw. oral (male! receiving), throatfucking, public syx, fem! reader

the way diluc was whenever you two were intimate with each other was exactly how he was in real life, entirely merciless when he craved to pleasure you, but reserved when it's you doing it to him— when you suddenly realize he's been rubbing against his clothed bulge ever so often with a dizzy haze in his eyes as he yearns for some relief.

"we— ugh, shouldn't," he panics at first when you guide him towards the safe area of the angels share, "if someone sees us—" and despite his previous fear of being caught with his dick literally down your throat and his pants down, there's a pleasurable burn crawling over his groin when your mouth presses into him until your nose tickles his base, and the way he looks at you was needy, and a little wild and exciting.

diluc watches with both attention and interest as you leisurely pull back to suckle on his tip, your tongue continuously kitty licking at the underside of his cock, both your frames veiled away in the sheltered upstairs area of his tavern where customers couldn't spot you.

his eyes were fully focused on you, but mostly they caught on to the borderline painful looking stretch of your lips wrapping around his thick shaft, his large hand caressing the back of your head as you guide your mouth lower.

"angel, fuck— you feel so so good," his voice was continuously breaking under the weight of your plump lips wrapping and molding into his shape and shit— he loves seeing you like this, eager to tease him and the fact that he was the only person you'd do this to sent his body in a frenzy.

you're both so filthy— adventurous for doing this right now, and every time he hears the pesky noises from downstairs, be it the clashing of cups or the loud yells of drunk customers, his thighs violently shake under your touch when you bring his attention back with a harsh stroke of your head bobbing down.

you look up at him, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue over the tip as you pull back, making his muscles scream for more of this, more relief as you manage to give him more.

diluc wasn't necessarily the loudest whenever you were intimate with each other, while now for the first time, he has to be quiet in order to keep your bodies sheltered from someone catching up on the two of you. despite the soft grunts that will sometimes rumble in his chest, he keeps himself silent, but finds himself in trouble when you're  trying harder and harder to take inch after inch, his body reacting when your throat flexes whenever you attempt to taste more of him.

he is just so warm and big in your mouth it fizzles your eyes with tears— and your throat just loved the stretch of his member, or his musky scent invading your nostrils and taking claim of your delirious mind.

you love every bit of what was going on and so did he— from the calloused hand on the back of your head holding you against his dripping cock, to his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over whenever you let him fuck your mouth like he wanted to, and not to forget the friction from your digits suddenly sliding down south to push between your thighs rubbing together, relieving yourself off any bit of the tension going on within your wet sex aching for him.

"jus... like that doll," he hisses at you, "so good, fuck—,"

he's digging his fingers into your head and holds you down on his erection as you gulp filthily around him, your messy spit oozing from the sides of your mouth and dribbling down from your chin to the wooden floor, smearing across not only yourself but his pants as well.

his cock twitches when you squeeze his balls and massage them in your palm, his shaft thickening in a way that you can evidently taste it on your tongue as he cums with a silent cry of your name, his greedy seed spilling hot inside of you as he continues to throatfuck you.

you press your fingernails into the flesh of his muscular thighs as you swallow his gift, and diluc groans at the sight, his eyes open wide after having himself lost in the hot tightness of your mouth.

you whimper around his shaft, barely— a vibration so pathetic that he glances down at you sheepishly, his cock still crowded into your wet mouth as you meet his gaze through doused lashes.

"you did so well, love .."

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

☆ softer scaramouche smut drabble

cw(s): afab! reader, creampie, missionary, cunnilingus, he calls you sweet girl

he couldn't help it.

as much as he acted like he hated the affections you showed him, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing you, hearing you voice your appreciation for him, as well as show him how much you loved him.

scaramouche's rough attitude and blunt way of speaking didn't translate over to his actions. his touch was soft and gentle when it came to you, this especially being present at times when he wanted to take it slow and cherish your body.

"you're insufferable... you know that?" scaramouche huffed softly, his hair falling over his eyes as he stared up at you.

despite his words, his face was flushed, eyes dilated as he delicately caressed his fingers into your sopping cunt. scaramouche watched you carefully for your reactions, a small smile making its way to his face as he leaned in and lapped away at your essence.

scaramouche made his way up to press a sweet kiss to your lips as your whole body shook and arched into his own. you swore you felt him smirk a bit into the kiss.

his garments fell and his hard cock rested in his fist as he pumped it slowly. scaramouche's precum coated the entirety of his fingers, and he let out soft moans as his cock laid against your bare pussy, rubbing his tip against your clit gently.

scaramouche let out a little whimper when his tip entered. the warmth and tight squeeze almost made him cum right there and then.

"f-fuck..." he groaned, throwing his head backwards in pleasure as he bit his lip. his gaze then followed from where you both were connected, up to your dilated blown out eyes, and flushed complexion.

to him, you were the prettiest thing. only he would ever see you like this, and it was almost comforting as he embraced you, thrusting at a languid pace.

soft cries left your mouth, to which he cooed gently and shushed you by locking your lips with a kiss.

scaramouche groaned, feeling your warm walls flutter around his cock, but he let out a small and proud huff as his fingers promptly trailed their way down to your clit. he traced circles on the sensitive bud, still thrusting as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"...close already?" scaramouche said it a bit gruffly, but the small smile he adorned told you how he felt otherwise. "cum for me then, sweet girl."

and just like that, you felt your climax hit you hard as your back arched off the bed, eyes rolled back, and mouth agape, stuttering moans leaving your lips.

he hummed quietly, watching you as he continued to move his hips to help you ride out your high.

"s-shit," scaramouche reached out for your hand, feeling his climax near from how hard you clenched around him.

"o-outside, or inside?" he hurriedly murmured next to your ear, feeling close. you wrapping your legs around his waist gave him the answer he needed as he jackhammered his hips even faster.

his hips stuttered into a gradually slower pace before stopping, some of his cum starting to leak as he tried to catch his breath a bit.

scaramouche pushed himself off of you after pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, rushing to run a towel under some warm water before cleaning the both of you up and handing you a water bottle.

it was only after he finished cleaning the both of you up that he decided to finally lay back down in bed with you, although with a bit of space in between the two of you.

finding it a bit strange, you quirked up a sleepy brow at him, to which he returned.

"what?"

"you wanna cuddle so bad..?" he continued.

"fine." scaramouche wrapped his arms around you before you could say anything, rolling his eyes a bit.

"you could've just asked, you know." he murmured.

"...but you didn't even give me a chance to speak."

— ꒰ REAL FEELINGS ꒱

┊ scaramouche x afab!reader

⋆ synopsis : some time passed, but instead he became more distant than before...

⋆ warnings : NSFW, a tad bit of angst at the beginning?, dom!scaramouche (?), creampie (i don’t know if I’ll ever write safe sex, be safe tho), he sounds a bit yandere at the end.

⋆ a/n : part 2 to “hidden feelings”, but you don’t need it to understand. Leaving the link here just in case. Merry Christmas!

After Scaramouche’s first time, you expected him to become less shy, so to speak, not to avoid you like he did before because he felt discouraged to touch your body and be closer to you like a boyfriend would, after all, he now had your permission. But even with your continued teasing and indications that you wanted it, he only became more shy and reserved, you could only say he was avoiding to be in your presence. He no longer came to your house, making up different excuses each time you invited him, or ran home before you could catch up. Your messages were answered dryly, but nothing you didn’t expect from him before. None of your teasings were reciprocated and he refrained looking at you. When your eyes met, he quickly averted his away.

You tried many times to get closer to him again, yet he seemed to evade any kind of contact with you. The strangest case was when you were both in the classroom, the teacher hadn't arrived yet. You stood up, and from your own table, you happily called his name and waved at him, placing your right hand over your mouth to send a kiss in his direction. He was sitting a little further in front of you, but he could still turn his head towards you. Some of his friends were around his table and observed the following interaction, when Scaramouche ignores you and turns his head forward. You didn’t know what else to do, your options were running out. Did you do something wrong? Your chest tightened just thinking of the possibility. It would be horrible of you to doubt your boyfriend, but maybe he had found someone better? Or maybe you’re just not as interesting as you used to be. And it would be even worse if he had just agreed to be in a relationship with you because he felt like you pressured him in some way.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it was hard not to when he avoided your confrontations, so you chose to try and leave him alone. If he wanted to talk about what was bothering him, he would come to you. The days passed, and you two became more and more distant. He didn’t come to you, no matter how much you longed for it. Even though you were in the same room most of the time, you didn’t even spare him a glance. At first you felt a little alone, but soon you were able to get closer to someone and that made you feel less worse. He, who went by the name of Kazuha, was the total opposite of Scaramouche. Kazuha had to be one of the calmest and most peaceful person you’ve ever met, and perhaps for that same reason he had so many friends. He wasn’t too fussy, he gained attention simply by existing and people were drawn to him. However, your mind couldn’t help but wander to Scaramouche. You always tried to see the good side of things, in his case, it was like that in the beginning too, but then you no longer needed to try hard to understand the little signs he accidentally sent. The little kisses he spread across your face thinking you had slept and the silent “I love you’s”, the anger he felt when someone dared to say a word about you, the times he was strict when he helped you study and when he left for a few minutes to cautiously prepare you a snack, along with your favourite drink from your favourite cafe so that you could get your due rest too, discreetly leaving the food on the side of your table without saying a word. All of this was his way of showing love. Or what you thought was love. Next thing you know, you’re watching Haypasia take jumpy steps to his desk and resting her elbows on top of his notebook while squeezing her breasts with her arms as if no one could tell what she was doing. It wasn’t the first day she had done this, usually she didn’t dare to get close to him, but noticing you weren’t there anymore, she took advantage of it and made her way to his desk every morning to throw herself at him. He didn’t seem to mind and just explained the content that she hadn’t been able to understand during class. It was supposed to be you instead of her, he is your boyfriend. The bell rings and with a sigh, you start to pack your things and get up, heading towards the exit. Because you have your head down, you don’t notice your surroundings and stumble sloppily against another body. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You shout, lifting your head to look at the face of the person you had bumped into, your mouth slightly opens. Fuck, it was him. “(Y/N)…” he murmurs, exchanging looks between you and Kazuha. Your heart races. You are ready to take your friend’s hand and run out of there with him, when Scaramouche grabs your wrist and looks into your eyes. “Let’s talk.” He simply says. You take a deep breath and turn to Kazuha. “You can go home, this might take a while.” He takes you out with him, not a word said from either of you until you sit next to each other on a bench.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks first. You get a little confused. “Avoiding? Me avoiding you?” You arch an eyebrow. “You were the one who started it.” You are silent again. Scaramouche looking straight ahead with his arms crossed and a piercing gaze as he turns to you, staring with a serious expression as you tilt your head to the side in a sign of confusion. He hesitantly takes your hands, your attention focuses on them and you miss the moment he presses his lips to yours, separating only when you both feel short of breath. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way.” He looks away. “Being around you still makes me… nervous.” You're surprised and a bit mad, but you still try to be understanding. “That made me really sad…” you begin. "I know." He mutters apologetically. “And I will make it up to you for that. I know there was no reason to avoid you, it's just that seeing you moving away too, with Kazuha… I don't want you to leave me.” His voice gets lower as he speaks, looking down like a lost puppy.

You raise your arms to hold his face with both hands. “I’m not going anywhere.” You say, pronouncing each word slowly and clearly to him.

Without giving too much of a response, Scaramouche changes the subject. You can’t notice, but he’s too flustered to say and do anything other than clear his throat and invite you to his house today. Deep down he is very happy, even if you make him act in a way that no one who knows him would believe he was acting, he’s only being like this when he’s with you.

Normally, he wouldn’t express any positive feelings in front of others, however, inevitably, the two of you had an unexpected connection, he needs to be aware that his careless actions might hurt you if he’s the same with you, or even worse, you might leave him for someone better.

You think maybe he doesn’t want to go deeper into the previous conversation and leaves it aside. The way home was as it had always been before. Intertwined fingers with the light caresses that Scaramouche made on the back of your hand with his thumb, and a few words were exchanged until you finally arrive. As soon as he opens the door and gives you space to enter, you are surprised again by being pinned against the door, that closes instantly. Your lips are sealed with his, tangling your tongues together, teasing one another in a way that made it hard to breathe. Your head started to spin, your bodies were so close together that any movement made you brush against each other. His hands went up under your tight clothes to grab one of your breasts and give it a nice squeeze, which makes you exhale and close your eyes.

“Let me show you how much I want you, if it’ll make you stay…” he begins, trailing a path with his fingertips under your skirt, along your inner thighs until he reaches the hem of your panties and slowly pull them to the side so he could sample your pussy with two fingers, feeling the wetness that greets him, gathering your liquids and lifting his fingers until they were visible to you. “And apparently you also want me a lot” he smiles proudly and bends down to pull your skirt and panties off your body at once, taking the opportunity to quickly remove the rest of your clothes.

Even though he seemed confident in what he was doing, you could still feel his hands trembling with each touch on your skin. It made you smile at the effort he put into every action.

His fingers began to circle your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. Always wearing a proud smile as he spread your thighs with both hands to make room for him to position himself, face in front your cunt to savour you with the tip of his tongue. Once he gets a taste, he immediately grabs hold of your hips, pulling you even closer to his face, and starts to tongue your dripping wet folds, lapping up every drop of juice he finds. One of your hands found their way to his hair, desperately pulling on it while the other stopped the lewd sounds that threatened to escape your mouth. The feeling of his tongue between your inner lips, going down to your hole to finally push it inside while his finger worked to stimulate your clit made you close your eyes tightly.

Scaramouche hums as you unconsciously pull him closer to you, seeking more contact and guiding him just the way you want. He sucks on your clit, using his tongue and lips to pleasure you as best as he can. All he cares about is making you feel good until you cum all over his face.

When he speeds up his ministrations, flicking his tongue against you clit and sucking on your lips, that's when he can feel your orgasm building, he craves nothing more than to give you the release you deserve. As you start to climax, he goes even deeper, he feels your pussy clench around his tongue and swallows every last drop of your cum, relishing in the taste of your sweet essence as you come down from your high. He looks up at you with a satisfied smile on his face, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your legs are so wobbly that you look for his shoulders for support. He grabs you by the waist and gives you a few smooches on your neck before lifting you in his arms and taking you to the bed, where he lays you on your back and dimbs in right after, getting on top of you, each hand on each side of your body.

"I want you" he whispers. "Please, (Y/N), let me fuck you." He can't stand waiting any longer, he needs to feel your warmth enveloping his cock, to hear you scream his name as he fills you up.

You can't help but blink a few times and blush, nodding, and the moment you do, you notice his breath quickening and something rub against you. He looks into your eyes for a moment and lowers his head, placing soft, tender kisses along your collarbone, his tongue dancing on your skin. You look so vulnerable and beautiful, imagine how you’d look covered in red marks the next day :3

He can feel your heartbeat speeding up underneath his lips from anticipation, and he knows that this moment will stay with him forever. As he inches closer to your breasts, he whispers in your ear "I love you (Y/N)", feeling your body tremble beneath him when he drives his cock deep into your tight waiting hole.

Scaramouche starts to move, slowly at first, but then picks up the pace, his cock slamming into you harder and faster. He can feel your walls stretching around him, and he reaches to grab one of your nipples, tugging on it as he continues to fuck you.

He smirks, his lips brushing against yours as he grinds against you, “you’re mine, (Y/N)~” his voice is low and rough, “and I won’t let anyone take you away from me”. Grabbing your hips tightly, his pace becomes erratic as he hears your sobs and cries of pleasure. “I want to fill you up with my cum, make you cum over and over again.” He says between heavy breaths as he continues to pound into you, cock throbbing painfully, trying to satisfy your every need.

It’s when you feel your clit being played between his fingers that you reach your peak. “Let it go, (Y/N)”, he encourages in a melodic seductive voice, continuing to stimulate you, pushing into you further and further until you two finally explode, you screaming his name as you cum around his cock, and him letting out a long drawn-out moan as his body shakes and he releases his seed into you, filling you up until you’re practically bursting with his essence. Scaramouche falls forward, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

“I love you so much, (Y/N)”, he says one last time, leaning in to kiss you tenderly and holding you close for the rest of the day.

You realize the problem wasn’t in you at all, nor him, but his fear of getting attached to someone, of being abandoned. You will do everything to not give space to this type of thought in his mind when he’s with you…

ENTANGLEMENTS — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham hates working more than he has to but atleast he's got you to help him in a special way. wc. 600

・✶ ｡ warnings — cockwarming, office sex, petnames: princess, slightly dom alhaitham ??, fem! reader

"ugh, what a mess, this will take me hours to finish," alhaitham hisses lowly, gritting his teeth as his hands grab your hips to keep you in place— most importantly so you won't suddenly lose balance and fall off his lap as his cock throbs and twists in you, "—cannot wait to finish this and go home, princess,"

in natural response to his sugarlike spelling, your lips move close to his ear as you pant out a breathy moan of his name— crowded by his erection when his cock pushes against one particular searing spot, grazing against your sensitivity as his dick molds along your walls and stretches your hole good enough that you were hardly capable to think straight.

"now, what's that?" alhaitham chuckles— well, it sounded more like a strained snicker. although his eyes were sharp, nothing special, calculative and the scribe didn't miss your eyes rolling back into your skull now that your pussy grew accustomed to such fullness, your body eager awaiting to have him move himself in and out.

he averts his eyes from the piece of paper on his desk before roughly squeezing the flesh of your ass, making it jiggle under his large palms and adding in a subtle smack.

"keep quiet, remember there's people outside." you can only nod at him, both hands squeezing his strong shoulders before you force yourself to focus on the inviting sight of your boyfriend— his tight shirt lazily draped up, resting right under his chest and exposing his defined abs glistening with sweat, or his large hands pushing your hips down while not daring to drag himself out even once.

"you can take it, no?" he hums, "would be quite the shame if you didn't, don't you think? considering everything, in this moment you couldn't choose between what you found worse— the aching stretch of his thick shaft splitting you in half, although not moving, or the way how alhaitham was seemingly so unfazed by all of it, nonchalant as he rotates between toying with the plump flesh of your ass and focusing back on the important document resting on the table.

it was infuriating— but that's how the scribe was, and he always counted on your sweet pussy to wrap around him like second skin whenever he found himself borderline bored by his work.

your forehead falls flat to dig into his shoulder as you flutter awfully hard around his shaft, suddenly catching him inattentive as you triumph over your boyfriend just this once— his cheeks now flushing in the prettiest shade of pink when he notices the clench of your sore cunt, his eyes snapping shut and his lips parting flawlessly, his throat exposing an unplanned moan.

a blissed-out countenance accentuates his handsome face, tears stinging the corners of his soft lashes before he leans his head back.

"hah—," you chuckle breathlessly, your mind entirely clouded by just how amazing his cock felt in you, "you can take it, no?" you mimic his previous taunting, adding a slightly higher pitch as to get your point across, "would be quite— ah, fuck, fuck!" your jaw drops in awe as he snaps his hips upwards to fuck into you, chuckling as he gave your ass a light slap.

your toes curl when he pushes at a deep spot, satisfying stuns of lust surging throughout your abdomen and straight to your quivering pussy as alhaitham brings one hand to your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on his own famished glare.

"—easy now, what have i always told you about acting out like that? or disturbing my work, hm?"

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

☆ k. ayato

req! by anon ❀ : priestess reader x kamisato ayato

cw(s): sub!ayato [I'm so sorry. he's ooc and not super subby here :(] top! reader, breeding, creampie, sapiosexual!ayato, fingering, fondling (reader is chubby and ayato adores every bit of her!) whiny ayato, mentions of multiple rounds (near the end) terms of endearment (dear, love, baby) bodyworship

genre : smut | word count: 1.2k

reader is a priestess at narukami shrine, to whom kamisato ayato has the pleasure of seeing every time he visits for routinely inspections. through time, he finds that something other than the shrine is catching his attention. it has you wondering whether you should be a head priestess, or his.

AYATO would give a small polite smile every time your eyes met. a certain pink haired priestess took notice, to which she would find ways to tease the both of you (like the sly fox she is.) her little matchmaking role eventually did play off, as AYATO managed the courage to eventually ask you out on a date. outings with you and AYATO were meals, or visits to scenic places around the region of inazuma. everything of course, was widely available due to his high status since he was a man of great power and wealth. AYATO being the gentleman that he was, would take you on quiet walks to gaze at (you) scenery as the both of you made idle and small chit chat.

today however, was different from other days. you found that his gaze was lingering on you for a quite a while. turning, you made eye contact with him. AYATO's eyes were glazed over as he stared at you with an adoring look.

"my dear, what's wrong..?" you shuffled closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek gently as you rubbed his shoulder to ease him. he melted into your touch, bringing his own hand up to hold yours as he shook his head.

"may I kiss you?" AYATO asked breathlessly.

the estate was quiet at this time, as it was evening after all. that having said, quiet gasps and happy sighs left the yashiro commissioner's lips as the both of you kissed under the shelter of the hood of the pavillion. it was a sight to behold. the usually calm and collected AYATO was flushed and dazed as he caught his breath. you chuckled when he picked you up, fumbling clumsily as he made his way into the estate, shuffling before he slid the screen door to his room open, then sliding it closed before he placed you down gently onto his futon.

"no need to rush," you hummed, pulling him in for another kiss as you laughed against his lips. he returned the smile, but AYATO couldn't help it. you just looked so pretty under the moonlight tonight. despite knowing your goals and aspirations, he want to make you his. carefully, he took off your garments, AYATO's breath hitching once he took in all of your raw beauty.

AYATO has never admitted it out loud to anyone, but he loved your boobs. he also loved your thighs, as well as your ass. he never really had a preference, since he was raised to be respectful and polite about such a topic. as a result, he loved everything about you.

he reached down to your cunt, face to face with it as he stared at the sheen in awe. AYATO had to resist the urge to take you right then and there as he gently pushed one of his digits in, hearing a wet squelch as it entered. he pumped it in and out before adding another digit. AYATO leaned in to lick at your slick, letting out a quiet moan as he tasted you, and watched as you squirmed and moaned out his name.

"god... you're so beautiful, I can't believe you're mine." he murmured under his breath, as he sucked on your clit, licking up all of your juices. AYATO's face was covered with your slick, and he couldn't be any happier as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"h-hahh... can I put it in...♡?" AYATO's eyes were half lidded as he stared down at his excruciatingly hard cock and your wet cunt as he rubbed and teased it along your clit. his pupils were dilated as he made eye contact, almost begging you as he waited for your confirmation. you smiled, giving him a nod as he whispered tiny little "thank you, thank you's" lining up his cock with your entrance before sliding in carefully. AYATO watched your face contort, and he waited patiently before you gave him the 'OK.' AYATO swore he almost came inside when he bottomed completely. your walls squeezed him so tightly, but he let out a small whine, collapsing onto your body as hugged your waist. he wanted to have you cum first before he did, so he did his best whilst his hands wandered.

his hands found purchase squeezing your tits. he nipped at and kissed at your neck as he whimpered. you couldn't help but find him lovely as your own hands made way to his blue locks, tugging at them to get him to whine more.

"p-prettyyy... so, so, so pretty..."

"gonna be even prettier when your tummy is filled with my b-babies..."

"you'd like that... wouldn't you?" AYATO murmured, his eyes clouded and hazy with adoration and lust "tell me you want me to breed you... p-please? ugh- I wanna cum insideee..." you couldn't help but nod. this new side to the usually stoic and collected yashiro commissioner had you melting, you simply couldn't say no to him.

you yelped as you felt him hook his arms under your squishy thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest. his dick hit even deeper inside you, and you saw stars as he pounded away.

"I am going to make you happy... gonna make you so happy, I p-promise.... our baby will be so smart with you as the mother..."

"y-you'd be such a pretty wife... such a pretty mommy... g-gonna get your tummy all big n round with my h-heir..." AYATO rambled. his hands made their way down to your tummy, pressing down on it as his hips started to stutter.

"...nghhh. I'm going to c-cum..."

".. are you close? cum with me, my l-love..." AYATO whimpered as he felt your walls squeeze even tighter around him, cumming with one last thrust before he pulled out, lying next to you exhausted.

you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, catching him by surprise before he returned it, smiling into the kiss himself. unbeknownst to AYATO, you managed to straddle his hips, taking his already hardening cock into your hands, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with your dripping cunt.

"ayato, baby,"

"didn't you say you wanted a heir?"

"we can't stop until you're milked dry, 'yato."

"yes ma'am..."

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guys please... that itto post is flopping harder than I thought 😭😭... scara posts were drabbles and they got sm more likes ?

maybe I should just stick to scaramouche posts