I wanna write for nu carnival so bad if it wasnât for the fact my GAME DECIDED IT DIDNT WANNA OPEN ANYMORE so now I canât play the game.
That doesnât mean I wonât write for it but now I donât know the plot at all pats chapter two⌠including most of the character personalities⌠:â/
If someone would like to donate some knowledge and summarize the characters/plot briefly for me Iâll do a request for you đ (of a chosen nu carnival character, smut included ofc)
â§Rating: Smut (exhibitionism + tons of dirty talk + face sitting + Fem/Afab!Reader)
â§Characters: Nagito
â§Word Count: 4.3k
â§Summary: It all starts with you accepting an innocent cup of hibiscus tea from your lovely but troublesome servant Nagito, the same kind of yea youâre given every morning. As you continue about your day with him at your side, you begin to feel a bit off. This weird feeling has driven itself under the expanse of your delicate skin, leaving it heated and flustered. But a lady like you had no time to entertain silly urges like lust. Little did you know the faithful servant you always keep by your side is growing more and more concerned for you. Donât be surprised if he decides to take matters into his own hands to relieve that desire burning oh so painfully between your thighs. As you fall into his carefully laid out trap, you realize just whoâs the servant after all.
It all began on a quite unremarkable morning. You rest comfortably upon your plush velvet armchair while reading a book dressed in a faded red cover. You flip through a few of the aged manila pages before snapping the book shut, unamused at the little waiting game youâve been forced to participate in.
âHeâs late,â you remark out loud.
It was ten minutes past the eleventh hour, and he was yet to arrive with your cup of hibiscus tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar. Heâs always been quite punctual. âHow strange,â You make a note to speak with him about this sudden shift in behavior the moment you next see him. And as if on cue, a very hurried flurry of fuzzy white hair hurls its way into your parlor, gasping heavily.
âMy mistress, my deepest apologies for my tardiness-â
âSpeaking before being spoken to? Who might be because youâre clearly not my precious lapdog,â you inspect your groomed nails and flick your wrist, as if flinging a dagger right next to his head to put him in his place. He shivers at the silent threat and gets onto his knees.
âI suppose Iâve had worse servants,â she sighs and gently picks up the tempered glass teacup he set down on your side table, âBut you still have quite a bit to learn.â
He offers a short nod and keeps his head low. Maybe heâs finally got his head in straight.
âNow speak, explain your attendance,â you motion for him to sit up. He does so and smiles gently at you, as if pleased just to be spoken to.
âA million apologies would not be enough to make up for my lateness, my mistress, I know. I am more than ashamed of myself. The reasoning is I unfortunately misplaced one of the key ingredients for your morning tea and spent a good deal of time retracing my steps,â he recounts.
You spare him a curt glance as you take the first sip of your tea. The flavor is just as fragrant and rich as ever with a tinge of something sweet. Did he add something to your tea without consulting you first?
âAnd what might this ever so important secret ingredient be?â You raise a curious eyebrow, making him sweat nervously.
âT-thereâs no need to worry; it was just a mere drop of honey, my mistress. I noticed your slight distaste for the new blend of tea Iâve been brewing for you so I decided to add some sweetest. The only problem was after unpacking the new bottles yesterday, I happened to misplace them. How unfortunateâŚâ he sighed in regret.
âI think I understand now. Iâll let it slide this time but remember to be more punctual,â you add as you continue helping yourself to your tea and your book. You would have resorted to a harsher punishment if he was anyone else but you understand these little slip ups are all caused by his curse of a luck cycle. No use punishing something out of his control. You wave him off with your foot, too consumed in your own affairs. After kneeling one more time, gently grasping your clothed foot to kiss the top, he rises and exits the room. A small amused grin is hidden behind the crimson cover of your book.
Once your morning tea has run dry, itâs time for the next objective in your long schedule: A brisk walk through the gardens to inspect the landscaperâs work, followed closely by an important meeting with an esteemed author looking to sell their rare collection of discontinued books. Then the annual check in with the servants of the house to make sure everything is in order. After that is a well deserved ride around town on horseback. Lastly, to finish off your day you have a few letters to pen before dusk. Quite a busy day you have ahead of you, but you wonât be doing this alone. As you depart your study, Nagito, your servant from before, appears at your side.
âHow are you feeling after your tea break, my mistress?â He inquired with a gentle smile.
âDelightful, as usual,â you nod, not sparing him a glance.
âThatâs wonderful to hear, my lady. If thereâs anything youâd like to ask of me, please, Iâm yours to command,â he urges.
âNothing I can think of. Wonât you join me on my daily walk out in the gardens?â You offer.
His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, âO-Of course, Iâd be honored! How lucky am I⌠to go from a tardy mess to a- oh, forgive my mindless rambles, my mistress,â he chuckles apologetically and shuts his mouth tight. You two make your way out the back of the mansion and enter the lush gardens. Workers can be seen throughout the sprawling green fields preening the hedges, watering flowers, and plucking weeds. Truly a sight behind. You reside yourself strolling through the winding paths of ivy and petals, each one more radiant than the last. As your fingertips trace over the delicate buds, you feel a subtle heat spanning over your cheeks. The sensation is strange but not enough to raise any concern.
âMy lady, youâre looking a bit red. May I offer this parasol as shade?â Nagito opens the parasol and holds it above your head, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun.
âThank you kindly,â you softly smile at him before continuing your walk. As you examine the flora, the heat of before persists. It starts to make you feel slightly dizzy, but a lady must continue her task no matter the circumstance. Your wandering eyes lock onto your servant. Heâs dressed in a loose fitting, rufflely white shirt with tight black slacks, a few silver rings adorn his fingers. They are actually his prized possessions he was gifted by you on his birthday, resulting in a hurricane of thank youâs and tears. He looked rather dashing, even if the outfit was rather simple. D-did you justâŚ? You purse your lips and snap your attention away and back to the matter at hand. A lady of your high class shouldnât be checking out her servant in such a unbefitting way. What has gotten into you?
âMy lady, are you alright? You look a touch bothered by something. Can I be of assistance?â Nagito asks compassionately with an innocent tone.
âItâs nothing, I just feel a bit off today,â you brush off the question and make your way inside with your servant following closely behind.
âA bit off? Could you elaborate a little more, my lady?â He pushes, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. Your dart around the hallway, noticing a few maids dusting the tables and fixing the curtains. A more secluded space would be best.
As if reading your thought process word for word, he carefully leads you to one of the spare rooms reserved for guests. You gasp as he hooks a finger under your chin to examine your rosy cheeks, the proximity making this unknown heat under your skin flare up.
âOh my⌠my lady, you donât seem well. Did you have a fever? But you haven't shown any other symptoms⌠oh, Iâve got it! Itâs most likely a sunburn from over exposure to the sun? Forgive me for not fetching a parasol sooner, my mistress. Donât worry, Iâll make it up to you by alleviating any ailments you might be having. Please, rest on the bed while I gather some medicine for you, my mistress,â he bows before making a quick exit. You humor him by taking a seat at the edge of the neatly tucked bed. The gall he has to give you orders⌠As you wait patiently for his return, the heat from before spreads under your skin, focusing its assault on the plush region between your thighs. In no way is this some silly sunburn; It felt as though your lower area had been ignited with the fires of lust by Eros himself. Whoever was playing this cruel joke on you clearly doesnât know who they're messing with.
âIâve returned, my mistress! Iâm sorry to make you wait for so long, I have bad news. The author is already here waiting for you in the meeting room on floor three,â he races to your side and returns to his knees as an apology. How greatly unfortunate⌠Maybe your servantâs poor luck was contagious.
âFine then. Let us go; we canât leave him waiting,â you rise swiftly to your feet and make your way to the stairs. No matter how badly her body craves attention, a true lady must always put aside her own needs to attend to her duties.
âM-my lady, you donât look well, maybe we should-â he tries to reach for your hand only for it to be swatted away.
âSomeone clearly has problems holding their tongue. Maybe I should rip it out so it wonât give you any problems speaking out of turn again. Would you like that?â You warn with a scathing glower.
âN-no, my lady! I would like to keep my tongue i-if thatâs an option,â he chuckles nervously, shuffling behind you.
âThen know your place,â you brush him off and enter the room in front of you where the author is waiting patiently. You take a seat in front of him and cross your legs and Nagito kneels down next to you by your feet. As you and the author are discussing the book series you plan on buying from them, your legs shift around uncomfortably from the aching feeling under your dress. You notice his eyes peeking down at your shifting legs every so often before immediately glancing to the floor. He was always so very caring but now was really not the time for his inappropriate stares. Even the slightest attention to your lower area made the process of hiding it more difficult than it needed to be. When the author turned around to unpack the books in his briefcase, your servant placed a gentle hand on your thigh, looking up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes like heâs pleading for something. If itâs what you think it to be heâd be in for a thorough punishment later.
âPlease tell me whatâs wrong, mistressâŚâ he whispered to you, his hand stroking down the thigh. You flicked away his wandering hand and focused back on the array of books strewn out on the table. You picked up the first book of the series and began flipping through it. The text was neatly printed, its pages pearly white and free of aging. It was in excellent condition, considering itâs a much older series. As you neared the middle, a strange tickling sensation kept up your thigh from under your fluffy dress. You bite your lip and ignore it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone youâre trying to make a deal with.
âI think I know whatâs wrong, my lady⌠your body is all wound upâŚ.â His airy voice drifts out from under the tablecloth, âDonât worry⌠a good servant always attends to the needs of his lady~â
Just as youâre about to yank him out from under the table, his delicate fingertips trace the area next to your lacy panties.
âUh⌠if everything is alright, miss? You look a bit bewildered,â the author asks.
You clear your throat, âForgive my rudeness, but thereâs an important matter I must attend to this very second. It wonât take long, please wait for my return,â you give a short curtsy to the author and step away from the table, yanking your naughty servant out from under the table and pulling him roughly out of the room. You can only imagine the horror on that poor author's face. After a speedy jaunt to your bedroom, she pushes him onto the bed and curses his name.
âThe damned whore, how dare you try something like that not only in front of such a famous author but also without permission. I should have you exiled from the mansion, if not the whole nation for that! What do you have to say for yourself?â You snarl, towering over him with a violent aura.
âMy lady, please forgive my inappropriate actions, all I wish to do is to serve you,â he soothes, laying on his back and pulling you closer to him by the hips, âtry as you might to hide your needs but you should know you canât keep a secret from me~â
You try to step back from his menacing words, âwhat do you mean by that?â
âWould you please allow me the privilege to show you?~â he coos to you after pulling you back and onto his thighs. You groan as your clothes sex accidentally swipes over his sturdy thigh, covering your embarrassed blush with the back of your hand.
âOh? My lady, if youâre trying to seem like youâre an abstaining, pure soul, forgive me for this, but youâre not doing that great of a job,â he smirks up at you. This devil of a man under you is clearly getting a rise from tempting your body's cravings.
âI told you, itâs nothing, now release me so I can go back t-hnngg~â an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips as he drags your hips up his body, grinding your sex over his stomach and up to his chest. The relief of touch on the throbbing location felt like pure bliss but you knew he was just messing with you. You wouldnât dare give him the honor of another pleasured groan so you force yourself to look away.
âAre you absolutely sure you donât have any urges a servant like me could take care of? Not a single ache, bruise, or itch?~ If Iâm allowed to gloat just a bit, Iâm veerryy good at relieving urges~â He purred softly, pressing your plush thighs against either side of his head, your twitching sex hovering over his panting mouth. His eyes were glazed over with desire like heâs in a trance, his mouth streaming with drool, face covered in a deep blush. He looked like even more of a mess than you did.
âN-no, not in the slightest,â you stammer out.
âAre you sure?~ well, then⌠I donât think youâd mind if I⌠just give this spot down here a check, just in case~â he bites his lip as he pulls your panties to the side, strings of drooling desire clinging to the thin fabric. He audibly moans at the sight, licking his lips.
âOh myâŚ. My mistress, it seems like Iâve found the source of the problem⌠your poor sex is crying out for some attention. Did something happen to make you so unbelievably turned on? Does it hurt⌠my lady?~â he murmurs to you, tracing a finger over your swollen bud. Even though the touch was faint and barely there, it still had your cunt clenching around nothing, an unsightly and almost inhuman amount of slick pooling onto his chin.
âY-you⌠if my mind wasnât so⌠cloudy, Iâd knock some sense into you. B⌠but⌠yes, I guess⌠it does hurt a bit,â you hesitatingly admit, being met with a delighted moan.
âJust as I thought. Thereâs no need to fret, my mistress. Your servant is here to make all your problems go awayâŚ~ All this pussy needs is some good service and youâll feel better in no time,â he chuckles with a friendly smile, a pure contrast to the sinful looks he was giving your cunt only a few seconds ago.
âYou dare speak in such a vulgar way to me?!â You snarl down at him.
âCome on⌠I know your womanhood is craving somethingâŚâ he teases, swiping his index finger along your labia.
âM-my âwomanhoodâ has no such cravings. Seize this nonsense of I-Iâll.. ahâŚâ you let out another groan as he rubs over your puckering entrance. You honestly didnât know if you wanted to yank him by the hair so smash his lewd mouth against your pussy or fling him straight into the dungeon and leave his incubus nature to rot there alone.
âOh but mistress, you can deny it all you want, but your body only speaks the truth. I can tell how badly it wants my fingers stretching it out⌠or better yet, why not just let it sit right here on my face. You donât even have to worry if I can breathe or not~ I wonât complain,â he grins and inches your body closer. Itâs taking all your strength to hold your body up and away from the temptation nudged right between your trembling thighs.
âJust a little bit further~ the longer you try to hold yourself back, the longer youâll be leaving the author waiting. You wouldnât want him to come looking for you just to see you riding your poor servant's mouth like some sort of prostitute~â he teases, stroking your inner thighs some more. He wasnât entirely wrong. Against every thought in your mind, you lower yourself fully onto his awaiting tongue.
âTha-Ahh!~ thatâs it~ there you go, mistress~ now just use my mouth in any way you want. Use me as the slutty toy I am, my horny mistress~â his voice cracks from the pure levels of pleasure racing through his body right now, digging his nails into your thighs as your body slowly begins to rock against his mouth. And damn, was he good with his mouth. Youâve never felt anything quite as pleasurable as the feeling of his tongue lapping up the slick pouring from your entrance, teasing the rim before shoving its length inside. His nose perfectly rubs against your sensitive clit, making your whole entire body shake. Your back aches as a needy moan rips from your throat, humping against his tongue like this is your first time experiencing real pleasure. You felt like nothing more than a common whore dressed in the diamonds and gowns of a privileged lady. Nagito had that effect on you.
âWhy⌠aghhh.. how⌠Hahh Ahh⌠how am I⌠this turned on?â You stammer out between broken moans and grunts.
âJust a little trick I have up my sleeve~ or⌠more like it your tea~ heheh, but thereâs need to dwell on it, just focus on using me for your pleasure~ The true role⌠of a servant~â he babbles to himself as the tip of his tongue nudges your g spot.
A loud moan erupts from your throat, âHahh- Aghh!! Oh.. oh my⌠d.. damn youâŚâ
âOh?~ did my dirty touch hit a sensitive spot? What would happen if I did it again, I wonder?â He smirks up at you before thrusting his wet muscle against the sponges spot inside your walls that had you grasping his hair for dear life.
âAgh⌠you⌠damned muttâŚâ You continue linking together a string of curses and degrading words as you feel a worrisome sensation straining against your cunt. The more his tongue pounds into your sex, the stronger this sensation gets.
âCome on, mistress⌠just a little bit longer⌠the release youâve been longing for for so long is almost ready to burst~â he giggles in delightful anticipation.
âI hate you so muchâŚâ she groans, knowing this whole entire problem is definitely his doing. The servant before you, the one slurping up your pussy like itâs his last fucking meal, has always such a tease. Images of all the explicit situations heâs gotten you into before flood your mind as you prepare for your final release. You hated how he tempts you into such lustful acts with knowing damn well his lower position of power in regards to you but every time he found his way in between your legs, it always made you remember the kind of servant he is. Heâs not a butler, secretary, assistant, or any only formal word in the book. He was a toy, your toy to use for your pleasure, as he calls it. But it always feels like itâs the other way around. As his hot tongue fucks in and out of your tight pussy, you both can tell how close to the edge you are.
âPlease my mistress, please grace my tongue with the delicious taste of your cum~â he begs in garbled words, babbling nonsense like heâs lost his mind; like heâs high off the taste of your sweet nectar.
âAghhhh.. Hahhh.. ha- ah! O-okay⌠fine. But just⌠j-just one. Only once, got it?â You shoot him a glare.
âYes my lady, only one~ only one, thatâs all~ hehe⌠hahah⌠ahhahaaa~â his sinister cackles leave you questioning if he really means it. The quivering on your pussy gets stronger and stronger as it threatens to release sprays of steamy cum into the needy expanse of his mouth. His eyes roll back into a beautiful sight of depravity as your cum spills onto his mouth, painting his lips, nose, and entire face in a layer of thick liquid. The sight is downright appalling, enough to make anyone grimace.
You quickly recover from the euphoric blast of an orgasm he just gave you and tries to lift off his tongue, âI think I've had enough of thi- huh?â
Nagitoâs face, more specifically his eyes, swirl like two dark pools of inescapable lust, dragging you in. He forces your body firmly on his tongue and continues to eat you out, âMy apologies, but I think Iâve missed a spot⌠just one more orgasm should clear it right up~â
âOh no, donât you even thi- Aghh, t-think about it, you better stop or⌠or⌠nghhh hah~â your voice trembles with rage as you try to pry your shaking body off his slutty mouth.
âPlease my mistress, just one more~ I canât be a good servant unless I thoroughly relieve every desire your body clings onto. This wonât take long, I promise~â the mischievous expression on his face clearly states otherwise but the dreadfully good drag of his tongue along your cunt, giving your clit a couple playful sucks as if you're throwing any other needs out the window. The only thoughts youâre thinking right now is riding his face until he eventually lets you go.
âThere you go⌠just like that~ use me⌠use me for your pleasure~ that's all I want, all I could ever want. I exist only to bring you a countless amount of orgasms~ my only use is being your sex toy~ so please, use me however you see fit! Just as long as you keep smothering me with that beautiful, beautiful pussy~â he coos almost like heâs talking to your sex itself. His tongue leaves you lost in the sea of desire, making you feel so good you wouldnât be surprised if every servant in the mansion could hear your cries of bliss.
âWhat a naughty mistress⌠I bet everyone can hear you, clear as day. You like that though, donât you? I think you do⌠you like the idea of the people who wait on your every need hearing you cry out another servantâs name⌠the prim and proper lady they serve turned into a whore all because of my pathetic excuse of a tongue. Maybe⌠maybe theyâre getting horny⌠you like that thought?â His words and pure filth but you just canât stop letting them consume you.
âUhuh.. yes⌠oh⌠ohhh god yess~â you tilt her head back and release a moan.
âYou like the thought of all your servants unable to control themselves while listening to you moan above me? I wonder what they could be doing⌠maybe theyâre all touching themselves⌠they know they shouldnât but they just canât help it. They're just too horny to control themselves~ Just like you, mistress,â he snickers devilishly. All this arousal, all this teasing was really starting to get to you. Drool and tears made your makeup melt off your face, staining your angelic satin dress. If you werenât so fucked out youâd totally punish him for a lifetime for everything heâs done: Dirtying your dress, interrupting your meeting with an important person, touching you multiple times without permission, disobeying commands⌠but you wonât again think of his tongue. His skilled, hot tongue rubbing against every spot in your pussy that had you on the verge of cumming was practically your weakness. He knew this fact all too well.
âDoes my mistress have a secret kinky side?~ Could you be just as sinful as me?~ then come on, my lady⌠let us be consumed in desires together⌠donât stop cumming till I suffocate against your pussy⌠and even then, just keep using my body. Aghh yess⌠to be used by you⌠itâs my only desire⌠Iâll please you⌠Iâll please you for days if youâd like⌠so pleaseâŚ. Give me an order~ P-please, oh please my mistress, order me!~â he cries out in desperation, his hips jumping in the air for any slight bit of friction his tight slacks canât offer him.
âAn order⌠I⌠aghhh⌠I order you t-to keep going⌠and donât stop t-till⌠you fulfill your role as⌠my sex slave,â you finally manage out, greeted with an immediate guttural moan.
âY-yesss oh gods yess I will, I- Ahh, I will, I will I will! For you Iâll be the best sex slave e-ever~ Iâll please you, I please you, I swear! Iâll make you cum⌠Iâll make you lose your mind⌠just watch me⌠watch me work my magic on your gorgeously horny bodyâŚ~â he babbles between slurps and moans as his tongue shoves itself deeper into your gooey pussy. In that moment you finally realized the truth. Youâre not the true mistress who uses your little slutty toy for your own pleasure, youâre the slutty toy he uses for his own pleasure. But thereâs nothing that can be done to change it besides applying more and more weight to his hungry mouth. He chuckled maddenly to himselfâŚ
All according to plan~
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(Sorry for that break, I needed a momentâs peace to realize why Iâm writing in the first place. Iâm back in action so donât worry! Aaaaaand Iâll immediately go back to hibernation from binge writing this in only a few hours. Stay turned for my next post, love you guys!!~)
Did anyone else notice that Xiao was staring at us in the distance during the Baizhu story quest? Before we go into the domain? I spotted him and abandoned all else to see him.
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