— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, unprotected sex + slight exhibitionism (alhaitham), praise kink + hand jobs (scaramouche), somnophilia + fingering + edging + clit slaps + begging (diluc), unprotected sex + overstimulation + praise kink + creampie (kazuha)
— notes ⋮ this started as separate drabbles for diluc and alhaitham but they were too short to stand alone sobs. also it’s my first time writing kazuha for @dottores
❀ 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌.
“h-haitham…” you gasp, feeling alhaitham’s teeth just barely graze your nipples as he sucks at the skin, his other hand cupping your tit and rubbing a thumb along the pebbled bud. “kaveh’s just down the hall—”
“and?” he raises a brow, making you huff.
“and he’ll hear,” you hiss, pulling a scoff from him as he pulls the material of your pants down your thighs.
“then i guess you’ll just have to keep it down,” he hums, a smug grin tugging at his lips, making your core ache—and sometimes, you hate him. sometimes, you hate that just the look on his face alone is enough to convince you to cave, legs spreading as your glistening folds are exposed for him.
he taps the fat tip of his cock against your clit, making you whimper in anticipation as he slides along your entrance, coating himself in your slick and smearing his leaking pre cum along your folds. and you try—to your credit, you really do try to stay quiet…but the burning stretch of alhaitham’s thick girth as he slides into you is enough to make you let out a weak sob.
“f-fuck—haitham, please,” you gasp, “more, need more…so big.”
he grins widely, letting out a low chuckle as he angles his hips and fucks into you, tip pressing against your sweet spot with enough force to make your nails dig into his shoulders as you mewl. his navel bumps against your clit, and the tight clamp of your walls around his painfully hard cock pulls a low grunt from him against your ear.
“so tight,” he chokes, “f-fuck, you’re so good for me, yeah? a-always…always take me so well. gonna fill you up,” he rasps as your walls flutter around him and a mix of your arousal and his pre cum form a ring around the base of his cock.
he thrusts his hips into you harshly, the squelching sound of his length drilling into you filling the quiet of the morning along with your desperate moans and his low grunts. it’s sure to catch the attention of your boyfriend’s roommate, but alhiatham can’t bring himself to care. it’s his house—and he’ll fuck you against the walls out in the open if he so chooses, he reasons.
his eyes darken as your hand covers your mouth, trying your hardest to muffle the sounds that rip from your throat as he bullies his cock deep into your dripping cunt.
“what, you don’t want him to hear how good i make you feel? is that the issue?” he sneers, wrapping a hand around your wrist and tugging your hand away from your mouth, making you gasp as he rolls his hips and hits a particularly sensitive spot against your walls. his thumb finds your clit, rolling harsh circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling a loud whine from you as you throw your head back and let your eyes flutter shut. “are you hearing yourself? do you hear how good i give it to you?”
you’re too busy sobbing at the way the blunt head of his length hits your sweet spot with every roll of his hips to focus on the knocking on the door—the same knocking that makes alhaitham smirk as he quickens his pace, making sure you scream his name even louder to drown out a certain blonde as he demands peace and quiet.
❀ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄.
scaramouche has places to be as a harbinger—duties to get to and a job that keeps him rather occupied. rationally, he should be out the door by now…but your lips are a lot more enticing than carrying out his responsibilities. he tells himself he’ll pull away after just one more second, after just one more extra moment feeling you against him.
but then you start rubbing against him like that, and the bulge in his pants forming can’t be helped. it’s your fault—it’s your fault he’s late…but somehow, he doesn’t really seem like he minds.
“if you have to go, then go,” you tease, pulling a growl from him as he glares at you. the hard-on between his legs is aching—throbbing to sink into your wet cunt and feel the tight hug of your walls. he shoots you a warning glance, making you giggle as you reach under his waistband and free his hardened cock. it’s heavy in your hands, red and flushed at the tip and weeping with beads of pre cum that have you hungry for the taste of him on your tongue.
you stroke him languidly a few times, smearing his arousal around the sensitive skin, squeezing around his tip and pulling a weak groan from his throat.
“d-don’t even think about teasing,” he glowers, making you chuckle before you press gentle kisses along his cheek, pressing your lips over his closed eyes until they travel to the tip of his nose. he gasps, biting his lips and whining as your hand brushes away stray strands of hair from his forehead and cups his cheek.
“so pretty, kuni,” you murmur, “you look so pretty like this, you know. love you,” you breathe against his lips, pressing a soft peck against his mouth as he moans into yours.
your thumb grazes his slit, teasing the tip of his cock, making his hips buck into your fist as he chases the friction. your other hand moves to cup his balls, squeezing and fondling them as your palm drags up and down his length quickly. his breathing is erratic now, harsh and labored as breathy whines fill the room with every second he approaches his orgasm.
“i—’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum…don’t stop,” he tries to demand, but the tone in his voice is bordering on a plead, almost as desperate as the way his hips fuck up into your hand to chase his release.
you press lingering kisses along his jaw and cheeks, whispering hushed praises and gentle promises that you won’t stop—not until he’s cum for you and painted your hand white with his release.
“s’ok, kuni,” you murmur, “just cum for me, okay? c’mon, baby.”
with a choked gasp, he falls over the edge, thick ropes of cum shooting from his tip and coating your hand as you work him through his orgasm, taking in the sight of his parted mouth and closed eyes, taking in the blissed-out expression as he breaks under your touch.
and scaramouche has things to do and places to be—but he can’t bring himself to leave the comforts of your arms as you wrap them around him gently.
❀ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂.
diluc wakes up earlier than you every morning—it’s the norm. but sometimes, on days he comes home particularly late and roughed up, on days that are rare and far in between, you wake up to the sight of him still in bed, nestled under the sheets with crimson streaks that paint the pillowcase.
it’s hard to resist him, and even harder to ignore the slight bulge of his morning wood that already taunts you. you argue it couldn’t hurt—and how could it when he sounds so pretty as he groans in his sleep with just a simple touch? your hand tucks under his boxers to expose his hardened cock from its confinements, slowly stroking it and smearing the leaking pre cum around his thick girth.
it’s not long until his eyes blink open, peering up at you confused as he sucks in a harsh breath and moans at the way you squeeze around his swollen tip.
“f-fuck—what’s gotten into you—”
“luc,” you whine, “need you so bad,” you grab his hand, bringing it to feel the dampness forming between your legs, making his breath hitch.
and every plan he has for the morning flies out the window—diluc is a busy man with a busy schedule, but he’s never too busy for you. he doesn’t waste too much time rolling over you and pinning your hands over your head, leaning to kiss gently along your neck as his fingers sink into your dripping cunt. he’s purposefully slow—takes his time sinking his digits in and curling them against your sweet spot, rolling his palm over your clit with a ghost of a touch that has you whimpering.
“i suppose i’ll just have to give you a lesson on being patient, won’t i?” he mumbles, bullying his fingers in and out of you painfully slow, pulling a needy whimper from your lips.
“faster,” you plead, “please, i wanna cum, luc. go faster, ‘s not enough—”
“be patient,” he growls, pulling his fingers out to land a warning slap against your clit, making you writhe against the sheets as you sob. the ache between your legs is painful—you want to feel the burning stretch of his thick cock, the familiar friction of his veins dragging along your walls as he splits you open. but he has other plans—plans that consist of teaching you a lesson for waking him up so selfishly…even if he can’t really say he minds it.
“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, tears gathering at your lash line, “jus’ needed to feel you, ‘s all,” you pout, and he leans to press a soft kiss to your jaw, thumb teasing your clit as your walls clench painfully around nothing.
“i know,” he hums, “but i still have to teach you about being patient, love.”
❀ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀.
kazuha is a little bit greedy—just a little selfish when it comes to you and the way you feel under his body. he wakes up to you nestled against his side, pressed against him firmly and close enough that he can almost hear the pounding of your heart. you fit against him so well, and your hips curve into his hands a little too perfectly—who is he not to appreciate the feeling of you molding against his touch?
it’s not long until he has you pinned underneath him, his breath hot against your neck as he pants into your skin, hips sloppy and out of rhythm as he ruts into you desperately. he’s lost count of how many times he’s fucked you full of his load—of how many times you’ve cum around his cock as he pulls you into orgasm after orgasm.
“k-kazu—”
“shh,” he coos, pressing sweet kisses to the tears on your cheeks, brushing his nose against yours as his fingers lace to connect your hands. he’s sweet—so sweet even as he utterly destroys you, the pleasure mingling with pain as you sob from the sensitivity. “just one more, love. i promise one more is all i want.”
it’s a lie—it’s what he said the last time, and the time after that, you think. the sun’s rays pour through the curtains, kissing your overheated skin and glistening the surface with sweat as he drills his spent cock into your dripping cunt.
“c-can’t,” you protest weakly, wobbly lips and teary eyes peering up at him, pulling at his heartstrings with how perfect you look. “‘s too much—’m gonna…gonna break,” you gasp.
“now, let’s not be dramatic,” he chuckles, nipping at the skin along your jaw, sucking gently before kissing the marks he paints along every inch of you he can reach. “you want to be good, don’t you? wouldn’t you…ngh—” he cuts himself off with a weak groan as you squeeze around him, letting out a shaky breath, “—w-wouldn’t you want to be good for me?”
and you ponder his words so carefully before nodding, making him stare at you affectionately as you hiccup through cries and latch onto him tightly. you pull him into a needy kiss, whining against his mouth and letting him swallow your moans as he slams the blunt head of his cock against your sweet spot, curving into you and dragging his thick veins along your tight walls.
it’s too much—but somehow, you can’t help but ache to give him more.
“yes, ‘m good,” you nod, “wanna be good.”
“so perfect,” he breathes, and with another press of his mouth to yours, you come undone, mewling as your walls spasm around him and pull a low grunt from his lips, making his hips falter before he’s whining and spilling yet another load into your abused cunt. “love you—love you so much…so perfect.”
I need to leave my horny thoughts with someone and I chose you to be my victim but like am I the only one who goes absolutely feral over the thought of aftercare. Like I look at characters like scaramouche with the urge to absolute ruin him but like I want to take care of him too. I give him many kisses mwah mwah.
God damn it I'm so fucking gay
Darling boy
Characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!reader
Warnings: like i always make my reader’s nb so everyone can feel included i do say cock but it can be thought of as a strap on too, hair pulling, crying, a bit of blood, mirror-fucking (kind of), a bit of dumbification, feminization, marking, a bit of a creampie ig???
and as a tradition no proof read, we die like a true horny mfs
Notes: and i will happily be the victim nonnie😌but yeah sameee. i’m more of a gentle dom but i don’t mind being mean sometimes(only with consent tho) and the aftercare would be just me spoiling the shit outta my bbies. also i tried head cannons for this ask. hope u don’t mind nonnie luv😚💓
edit: i see we’re all horny today🥹feels good, feels organic😌also please don’t hesitate to send in an ask or a request i don’t bite OR stab (possibly). also also reblogs and comments are highly appreciated<3
oh scara scara scara
my favorite lovely brat
rough him up a bit he srsly wouldn’t mind it
mark him all up. the little whore wouldn’t mind showing off who he belongs to and who belongs to him
bite his neck, leave hickeys, bruise him up, and if the hickeys and love marks are starting to disappear, force him down and suck on the same spot
when you force him to sit still on your lap while marking him for long enough the little brat won’t hesitate to start grinding his needy neglected cock on your thighs
and when he feels nice and wants to be babied and spoiled by you, he would wear cute short pastel skirts and crop tops, a lace lingerie of your favorite color and favorite style
would lift up his tiny skirt to show you the see through lacy panties he chose and would ask “do i look pretty, love?”
pls spoil him, he needs it and definitely craves it even though he doesn’t say anything
buy him nice lingerie, accessories to go with it, clothes, spoil him, fuck him how he wants it
when you give him the gifts you got him or show him the tiniest bit of affection like goodbye kisses he just melts
put light make up on him just to watch as everything rolls down his face while his slutty hole gets absolutely wrecked by you
pull on his hair and make him watch himself get fucked stupid on the mirror opposite of your bed that you may or may not have put there purposely just for this reason
poor little scaramouche is so red and embarrassed of how you’re fucking his tiny self so good and deep to the point even a belly bulge is seen
he would whine and sob sooo prettily
“*hic* f-fuck me… mmoohre! pleashhee… i-i’ll be good hnng-ghh i’ll be shoshosho good! promishee”
and if you wanna leave him completely fucked out to the point he can’t even think of a single plea then press the cute belly bulge
baby boy would start trashing around with eyes blown wide and heart shaped pupils<3
“g-gAAANHHGG NO! NO NO NO! D-DON’T TOUCH ME THE-AAUUNNNGGH!!<3”
the prettiest crier fr fr😌
mouth open with his tongue lolling out, put your fingers in his mouth and gently pull on his tongue, it makes him cum right then and there on the spot
slowly but deeply fuck him, his eyes would turn into heart pupils real quick with his red eyeliner running down
make him suck your fingers, he has a bit of a hand kink, especially if you’re taller or your hand has some noticeable scars or/and blisters
heavily making out with him while turning his mind into a mushy mess has him whining and sobbing out so freely and loudly
LOUD and i cannot say this enough
would be even louder if you were to gently nibble on his lower lip and accidentally cause it to bleed
keep filling his cute slutty hole until he’s a sobbing mess who can’t even focus his eyes on you with his heart shaped pupils<3
but always be sure to take good care of him afterwards
since he’s short and a puppet i’m pretty sure he doesn’t weigh that much so manhandle him
princess carry your precious boy and have a nice refreshing bath with him, his mushy brain and marked body would enjoy the feeling
and always cuddling and a nice pillow talk where you just praise him and call him your good boy, your sweet prince is a must or else the brat will pout and ignore you in the morning🙄
hold him close to you while you both drift off to sleep
cyno is a loud moaner. he’s almost too over the top. always cursing and groaning about how you feel so fucking good around him, taking him so well, how you look so pretty stuffed full of his cock. sometimes he can’t even talk he’s so caught up in his own pleasure so he sticks to just moaning your name instead. maybe pet names too. moans into your pussy as he eats you out too, so obnoxiously loud and sloppy. like he’s eating his very last meal. he’s so nasty. i am right and take 0 criticism. i won’t him so bad
What if its readers first time? Would he be gentle?
(I actuallt requeated this before but i tought you might have overlooked it because it has been a while i requested. If u saw it and deleted it please ignore this 😊)
hey! i think i remember seeing it but my inbox is so full- i think i have about 65 ish requests rn ;w; they built up over time and i do not think i will ever get through all of them ☹️
however, lately i have been in a scara mood so i will be writing this one 🤞 it is really long because i have been in the mood to write more dialogue and plot lately :)
i know you are all probably tired of the really long stories with minimal smut but i guess it's a side effect of me being mushy in the brain.
i firmly believe scaramouche is an asshat, but i think if you were really vulnerable he would take pity mostly because it reminds him of his past and feeling vulnerable 👎👎
also, i think if he was to take a partner, it would need to be someone strong asf who can stand up and challenge him. he would honestly be smug if he thought he could teach you something.
warnings: dom!scaramouche and sub!fem anatomy/gender neutral pronouns reader
sweet and sour scaramouche, degradation/praise, he calls you 'human,' fingering/penetration (sub!receiving),
scaramouche stared at the pot of stew boiling over the fire. he occasionally reached over to add spices and stir the liquid with the wooden spoon, flames reflecting off of his deep blue irises.
he watched the soup with blank, dead eyes, brain long gone and focused on other matters. particularly what had occurred earlier that afternoon.
the two of you had your usual sparring match, you fought for a bit, he pushed, you pushed back, and it all ended with him on top, of course. naturally, even the strongest of fighters didn't stand a chance against a being made to exist as a puppet for the raiden shogun.
however, this time, something was different. there was a certain tension between the two of you.
now, scaramouche was not ignorant on the pleasures and desires of flesh. though he had not felt anything similar to this in many years. he had experience, though he knew he was out of practice in some ways.
so it surprised him when you landed on top of him, chests pressed together, your noses touching. he could feel your heart beating rapidly against his chest, and the ghost of a heartbeat in his own-
he immediately had shoved you off of him, hearing you gasp when you rolled over. "go shower and get changed, i'm going to cook dinner."
that was another thing he had never done before...cook for anyone.
perhaps it was a shock to find out that scaramouche knew how to cook in the first place. he claimed to have learned by himself, but you both knew that he must have picked recipes up from his time as a traveling puppet.
but none of this mattered to scaramouche, only your peculiar reaction to being on his chest. he could see the way your eyes went comically wide. he was sure if he hadn't pushed you off first, you would've scrambled to get up yourself.
but why? was he that undesirable?
scaramouche suddenly jumped when he realized his hand was resting on the burning pot, cursing the archons themselves when he cradled his hand to his chest.
damn you for distracting him. he knew it would be best to dispose of you, but he couldn't bring himself to no matter how many times he walked this path.
when it finally came time to serve the stew, you were already there, taking the ladel and filling up your bowls to the top, carefully walking them to the dinner table. he never thought he would live any type of domestic life, and it perplexed him how he ended up in this situation in the first place.
dinner was quiet, as per usual, though him clearing his throat put you on edge.
"about our sparring match today," he began, making you tense up as you avoided his gaze. "you were slacking off, like always. i can tell." he scoffed, sipping the stew.
"do you want me to learn to hurt you?" there was a slightly teasing lilt to your voice that made scaramouche grunt.
"you could at least give me a challenge." he leaned back in the chair, stirring his bowl. "though, i must say you did catch me by surprise at the end."
he watched you duck your head, face heating up as you cleared your throat. "i...apologize for that. i didn't mean to end up, uh, on top of you."
scaramouche narrowed his eyes at you. "why do you look so shameful?"
you looked up at him this time, lips pressed together tightly as you dropped your soup spoon into your bowl. "because i didn't mean to offend you. if i have, please, don't beat around the bush. tell me so i-"
"i am only asking because you act like you've never touched a man before."
you coughed, immediately reaching for your water before scaramouche snatched it away from you.
"no more distractions. tell me why that is. does my touch or form displease you, human?"
your brows furrowed. what was he on??
"what are you talking about?"
"answer me." he barked, clearly upset.
you couldn't tell him the truth, you just couldn't. it was difficult enough to live with him knowing he hated you. this would surely make him get rid of you.
"i- i can't." you told him, dropping your head once more as you forced yourself to stay neutral.
"and why is that?"
"because you would hate me-" scaramouche opened his mouth, though you paid no mind, "more than you already do."
scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "i never said i hated you. humans get on my nerves, i don't typically like your kind." he leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. "but i suppose i make an exception for you."
you stared up at him, wide eyed, lips parted as you struggled to collect yourself. "you- well, i-" you couldn't seem to find the right words, brain failing to communicate with scaramouche. "so you're not mad at me?"
"no." he confirmed curtly as you nodded. "but i would still like to know, indulge me, what was with that terrified little human act?"
"i did not want to offend you by being so close. i know you despise physical touch."
scaramouche sighed. "you know, it would be so much easier if you didn't lie to me. i can hear your leg bouncing beneath the table."
you immediately froze at his comment, willing your body to sit still. you felt yourself tremble under his gaze.
and so, you were finally caught.
how long had he known? how did he feel about it? what if he-
"tell me the truth."
you suddenly stood up, slamming your hands on the table. you were running on pure adrenaline, ignoring the shocked look he gave you. "if you want to hear it so bad, then fine. i like you, and when i fell on you i was nervous that you would reject me like you did. there, are you happy now? kick me out, get rid of me, do what you wish. i can't live lying to myself anymore."
your energy fizzled out towards the end as you stood rigid, fists clenched. scaramouche slowly rose from the table, stalking towards you and gripping your chin. "how endearing." he cooed, pulling you towards him. he swiped a thumb over your bottom lip, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
he watched you rub your thighs together shyly, staring up at him surprised as he scoffed. "oh, please, if you want something from me, you'll have to ask me the correct way."
he was expecting something from you. but you struggled to produce as you suddenly grew meek. "scaramouche, i don't- i mean, i just..." you grew quiet, wishing desperately to bury your head in the sand as he frowned.
then it hit him.
"you've never done this before, have you?" he asked as you shook your head just twice, not wanting to stare up at him any longer. he sighed deeply, carefully taking one of your hands. "if i am to be the one to deflower you, i won't be cruel." he watched your anxiety slowly dissipate. "but that does not mean i will treat you like glass." he warned.
"i want you, scaramouche. can you please teach me?"
scaramouche seemed to be pleased by your soft voice, obliging and tugging you behind him towards his private quarters. his grip was tight, though not as much as what you assumed some of his subordinates felt when they disobeyed.
once he closed the door behind you, he tugged you towards the bed, urging you to sit down. "you do know how to please yourself, yes? i hear you every night. the walls are thin." your neck felt like it was on fire as you covered your cheeks.
"yes, i know how-"
"then we will start there. disrobe."
you followed his orders, carefully removing your clothing until you were left in the thin tank top and shorts beneath your robes. scaramouche narrowed his eyes.
"i said disrobe, not leave everything on."
"but..." you curled up on the bed as he sighed, standing up and removing his own clothes. "wait-" you squeaked, embarrassed as he went as far as his undergarments.
"my form has purpose, i am not ashamed of it. never show shame for your body, be grateful you have one." he huffed, adjusting his hair.
once you finally undressed, he adjusted you in his lap, spreading your legs and staring down at your most sensitive areas. he held up two fingers in front of your mouth expectantly, feeling you slowly part your lips as he shoved the digits past them.
he rubbed his fingers over your tongue, coating them in saliva until he deemed it fit, pulling them away and swiping them across your slit. you squirmed a bit, feeling him hold you steady as he worked you up.
you leaned against his shoulders as he tried to remember exactly how to pleasure a human being. it had been quite some time since he found himself in this predicament.
he opted to focus on stretching you out, collecting your slick and easing a finger into your hole. you gripped his wrist reflexively, eyes widening at the intrusion. "it feels weird."
he rolled his eyes. "it will be fine. just relax, don't tighten up so much. breathe." he warned you, feeling you try to lean back against him, keeping your legs spread as he allowed you to adjust to the digit inside of you before attempting to add another.
the second he started spreading his fingers out, you jumped, not used to the sensation. "stay still." he snapped, holding you down more firmly as he fucked his fingers into you.
he heard your whines increase in volume as he crooked his fingers, slightly changing the angle that they slid into you at. he could feel you trembling against his form, taking shaky breaths as he slid his thumb up to brush over your clit.
unintelligible mumbles fell from your lips as you plead for him to keep going, begging for more until he suddenly pulled away. your eyes filled with tears of frustration until he quieted you. "stop whining. this is supposed to be a humanly act of love, no? not just an outlet for release." he chastised as you pouted in his lap.
he rearranged your body, moving you to face him on his lap. he carefully removed his final piece of clothing, revealing himself to you and allowing his cock to bob up against his stomach. he stroked himself a few times using your residual wetness as a type of lubricant.
he picked you up with inhuman strength, hovering you over his dick as you shivered, feeling the head rub over your hole.
you bit your lip, nervous as he looked up at your glassy-eyed expression. "i won't lie to you, it will be uncomfortable. but as i said earlier, i am not cruel, nor am i ignorant. this is supposed to be done for human connection and pleasure."
and with that, he eased himself into you, groaning deeply as you gasped, fingers seeking purchase on his shoulders as you shivered. he filled you up perfectly, stretching you out and making you feel a fullness you never had before.
though you couldn't deny it was still painful, and it felt like you were ripping apart at the seams internally. you wanted equally to escape and chase the feeling, stuck in his iron grip.
as soon as he was seated entirely inside of you, he let you lean on his chest, smoothing his hand down your back. he shushed you, allowing you to adjust and relax. you were squeezing him so tightly, seemingly confused by the sensations as he sighed, pulling your chin up.
"i am sorry it hurts like this. i do not wish to taint your idea of sexual pleasure." scaramouche explained, gently placing his lips to your forehead, feeling you lean into him.
though he had seen you cry, experience defeat, be cut, bruised, scraped, sick to your stomach, and soaked in rain, he hadn't seen you this vulnerable before.
it almost reminded him of a certain someone many, many years ago.
last time i wrote something, that i uploaded to here, was about 5 months ago. it was scaramouche smut since i was, somewhat, feral over him (i still am, i have been since 1.1…)
˖˚˳⊹ wearing a maid outfit for them feat. ayato : xiao : albedo : scaramouche : cyno : childe x fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢
"oh," his voice was deep, would lie if he says he wasn't totally surprised but archons, what a tease you were right now in those clothes of yours, "darling, what honor to see you like this." his chuckle was dark, from deep inside of his throat as he reached over his hand for you to take it. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, straddling him as you didn't waste anymore time, slowly circling your hips teasingly over his growing erection. His had lolled back in his leather chair as he scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. Your hands grabbed onto his soft hair, massaging his scalp without ever losing on pace, still grinding against his leaking cock.
It seemed like he was tired from work, lazily dragging your clothed folds over his growing bulge as he admired the beauty in front of him from underneath his brows. "You're my maid now, hmm?" he just hummed his question, half lidded eyes pointing at your features. "so." slowly hooking your white lace panties to the side so your pussy was bare on top of his hidden cock now, "You're supposed to do everything I say." he finished the sentence off with a wink, grabbing onto the soft flesh of your thighs to push you onto his cock harder and fuck, you just wanted to cum right here and there, —twisting and turning—, movements never faltering. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢
You had your back to him when he opened the door to your knocking, but once turning quickly around to face your beautiful boyfriend, you saw his broad, surprised face, his cheeks blushed as he realized just what you were wearing right now. "I'm your maid tonight, baby." your voice was more cheeky than anything else, —almost baby like—, you knew he liked it that way. He only got more nervous the further he looked at your body, almost breaking the door frame he was holding on to right now. "a maid?" his question sounded over the top serious, as if he was trying his hardest to not let his guard down at all times.
"Yes." you paused before placing your pointer finger on his lips, "you can do whatever you want to me, tonight." slowly prancing it over his —lips, chest and stomach— until it hit his clothed bulge that was already throbbing against your touch. His adams apple bobbing harshly against his throat as xiao encircled your body with his arms, drawing you closer, letting you taste his hungry lips and archons, he can't remember the last time when he was this horny for you. Already ripping off all the unneeded fabric of your body to see your now exposed perky nipples wait for his touch. He didn't actually wait though and put the mounds of flesh in his mouth right away to suckle harshly on it while the other one was being pinched in between his thumb and pointer finger. You're in for a wild ride. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢
he was honestly too stunned to speak at first, lowkey thought he missed an important event in mondstadt or something. Once you reassured him though, that it wasn‘t in fact an event, but a little something for him, he quickly let go of his tense expression. He‘s been always so good to you :( always making you feel good so it‘s only natural for you to give him a day of pleasure. "You can touch me, you know" you‘re grinning, so fucking proud of making him so unbelievably flustered right now, standing tall in front of him while albedo was still settled on his chair.
His hands slowly reached out for your hips to grab onto your soft flesh, feeling how good you felt underneath his skin made him throb against his pants, "push your dress up." he‘s cold with that certain command, taking it seriously now as he carefully hooked his fingers up the waistband of your white panties, dragging them down and exposing your soft folds to the cold room. He was quick with it, really. Pushing his head hard against your pussy to taste the already leaking juices while simultaniously grabbing onto your leg to slightly pull it up for good measure. You were only able to hold onto his scalp for additional support, unable to comprehend anything anymore as he ate you out like it was his last meal, slowly moving his pointer finger to your entrance to prod a digit in since he knows he had to prepare you before diving his fat cock into your needy pussy.
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘
you were currently kneeling in between his thighs, lazily suckling on his cock with a maid outfit that was already half ripped. By the looks of it you can clearly see that scaramouche was more than delighted to see you like this, so fucking obedient and ready to be devoured by his aura. "Fuck." his breathing was heavy, —but his tone was dark—, barely a whisper if anything, he doesn‘t want to show you just how off guard you caught him today, with that little stunt of yours. Just how dare you look all pretty in that maid dress, so confident with your breasts perking up nicely from the small corset, like a dream come true, really.
"don‘t you dare stop." he‘s whimpering now when you picked up on pace, remotely letting his tip hit the back of your throat, over and over again and archons, throat fucking you was his absolute favorite. The way you were trying to suck him in was almost to die for, groaning out against gritted teeth as he looked down on you. Your chin messily stained with both your saliva and his cum, a fucking sinful masterpiece in his eyes. His hands found refuge in your hair and pulled back a few of your strands so he could clearly see your fucked out face. You knew he was about to spill his seed into you once he was rutting his cock inside of your mouth, meeting your pace halfway and once he filled your throat with warm white ribbons, he —as always— expects you to swallow all of it like a good little maid would. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢
He's a flustered mess, tries his hardest to hide it but fails regardless. Was just tinkering in his lab a moment ago when you decided too grace him with your appearance, head to toe with an adorable maid outfit. He gulped out harshly against his throat, licking his lips in nervousness before he advanced towards your waiting figure. "You." he stopped mid sentence once he reached you, lips mere inches away from one another, "you're beautiful." he caught his breath in his throat, feeling how your fingers lazily stroked over his stoned stomach.
It didn't take cyno long to actually close the distance between your faces and kiss you passionately, at first it was more teeth and tongue than anything though, far too gone in your beauty had him already seeing stars. His hands quickly finding refuge on your behind as he felt up the tiny lace that decorated your body in the utmost erotic way, he's so fucking lucky to have you. His fingertips prancing over your pussy, —that eagerly awaited him already—, as he prodded the first digit against your hole, teasing you for what's more to come later. He didn‘t want to overdo it but once he felt you basically rut against his pointer finger, he immediately went in knuckles deep, grazing in with his nails before finding that sweet spot of yours. <3
˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘
after a long work day, ajax thought he‘d come home to your cute figure sleeping soundly on your shared bed but once he actually saw you waiting for him, —dressed like a maid—, he could already feel his cock twitch deep inside his pants. Balls getting heavy by the mere thought of filling you up with his seed tonight, can‘t wait to be honest. He‘s licking his lips before narrowing an eyebrow at you, "what do we have here?" His question was almost cute, really, as you slowly guided him on top of you so he‘d hover over your body. Creaking noises of the bed —because of his added weight— were falling against deaf ears once you spread your legs further apart for him. He was licking his lips as if he was preparing himself for a meal, which he kind of was if we‘re being honest.
You could feel him smirk against your body once he placed wet kisses all over your stomach, pushing up the dress so he‘d see your soaked lace panties that were desperately waiting to be ripped apart by him, which he then, —of course did—. Carefully lowering his head to place a messy kiss on your throbbing folds, licking all the way up your clit to slowly circle his tongue over your bundle of nerves. He won‘t stop there though, ajax really wanted to taste you tonight, moving down to your hole to desperately suckle up everything you gave him so far. "My cute little maid, only spreading your legs for me, right?" he grinned at you while sliding his first digit in, going back to grinding his tongue against your clit. <3
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, facefucking, blowjobs, rough sex, implied edging (scaramouche), heavy degradation (scaramouche), facial (ayato), implied!brat reader (xiao), unedited
a/n: new banners ;)
You always know how much Ayato loved to see your various reactions. When you agree to let him face-fuck you, he’ll tell you he’ll keep it a surprise until he actually decides to do it. Seeing you shyly take his length into your mouth, that rush of adrenaline and slight fear—if this would be the time—was always so utterly adorable to Ayato.
It would take months until you have finally arrived here. His thrusts are strong, his heavy balls hitting your chin with everyone. You could only shut your eyes tight, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You could feel the reverberations from his laughs, looking down at you with his hands gently caressing your cheek. His touch was so much gentler than the thrusts of his cock.
He would change the pace too, sometimes being slow and seeing you whimper and rub your thighs together and for others to be rampant with your hands clinging onto his toned thighs. He’ll keep edging himself more and more until when he’s finally done, his cum will shoot out staining your face with his thick cum.
“You look so utterly cute like this, struggling to take my length in. That’s it, just a little more sweetheart. Make sure you use that tongue of yours…!”
Whenever you bobbed your head on his length, sucking tightly while your hands squeezed at the base of his cock—Xiao’s urges always began getting the better of him. He always warned you about sucking him off like this, throwing those teasing smirks and smiles every now and again as your free hand rubbed against his thigh. You know he can’t help himself, which he why you wanted to poke at that monster he could become.
His cock would rapidly slide in and out of your mouth, grunting whenever he felt your tongue slide against the thick veins of his cock. His grip on your face was tight as ropes of saliva and precum clung to your glossy lips and his pelvis.
Feeling you gag and try to accommodate for his rapid pace, fingers wandering down to play with your clit was enough for him to lose it. Pressing your face all the way to his pelvis, the familiar taste of his salty essence spurted out staining your tongue and throat, swallowing the globs of it.
As you finally pushed yourself against his cock, you wiped your lips from the cum that managed to escape seeing the absolute shame on Xiao’s face.
“Why do you consistently tease me? Do you want to be used as a toy that badly?! Fine!"
You and Zhongli have wanted to do face-fucking for a long time, but Zhongli was a bit worried about it. As having such a big and thick length, he was worried it may be too much for you to handle, but you always reassured him. As a compromise the two of you gradually worked your way to his point, him training to take his cock deeper and deeper down your throat until he feel comfortable doing so.
And that moment, it seemed the mild-manner Zhongli finally dissipated and a reflection of his past peaked through.
Tears pricked your eyes feeling Zhongli slide himself in and out of your mouth at a rapid pace. With low grunts and growls, his hands tightly gripped your shoulders. He could feel your tongue trying to swirl against his sensitive tip.
His gaze seemed to be solely on your chest, watching as it would move to the rhythm of his deep thrusts as if completely entranced. Feeling his cock beginning to pulsate and spasm into your mouth, it didn't take long before his heavy cock left your mouth only for hot cum to splay onto your chest.
With a heavy sigh, Zhongli could only flash a smile, wiping away the saliva and precum on your lips as his hands finally moved down to press against your sobbing folds.
“...It seems I may have lost myself there, my apologize my love. Why don’t I, pay it back to you as well?”
Seeing you spasm with his cock still inside of you, Scaramouche immediately glared down. Clicking his tongue in shame, his cock immediately left your velvety walls, placing them near your lips instead. Knowing your punishment for cumming has started, you gladly opened your mouth, taking his length into it.
His lips turned downwards as you suck and try to keep his cock in your mouth. He always seemed to make you do this whenever you managed to cum without his permission. You could feel the burn of your clit, knawing at you and desperate to be touched and fondled.
Almost as if he could sense the change in your attention, your eyes blow wide feeling Scaramouche push his length deeper inside of your mouth. That frown of his turns upright into a smile, placing his head on your hair to bob your head to meet his thrust.
A string of curses left his lips, watching you struggle and try to maintain his rough thrust. His laughs mix with moans echos out to the room, satisfied by the expression on your face.
“The whore just couldn’t listen, could they? Cumming on my fingers without permission, you know better. I guess there’s no better punishment than treating you like the slut you are.”
summary: who would’ve thought that sending a harmless selfie to your boyfriend, complaining about your day while you’re apart, would end up with you edging yourself while he tells you how and where to touch yourself?
genre: modern au ( they have phones, teyvat exist just….modern ), established relationship, smut, kinda pwp tbh, 18+ only !!
warnings: soft dom ! ayato, phone sex, guided + mutual masturbation, dirty talk ( no degradation ), edging, a hint of voyeurism, past mentions of throat fucking and spanking
word count: 8.8k
note: originally posted on my other account for a different fandom but i decided to repurpose it for genshin. i was a bit torn on who to go with for this concept but ultimately ayato won bc im a simp
male reader x scaramouche
cw; mean scaramouche, pet names (baby boy, dear, good boy, prince, sweet heart), praise, orgasm control, slapping, degrading, spitting, hickeys, overstimulation, edging, riding, anal, oral, no aftercare included since i'm lazy 👍🏻
a/n; this was rushed & somewhat proofread
wc; ~850
mean, the word that describes scaramouche best, yet somehow that’s what gets you so hard.
on about your nth orgasm, you heard a door opening then footsteps following after with a groan. it’s rather normal for scaramouche to return home in this kind of mood; but today was different, he sounded… more irritated than usual. usually, the door is never slammed, but today it was, and normally his footsteps didn’t sound so angry.
you were soon enough being looked down upon in disgust by a indigo haired harbinger after he didn’t bother knocking before entering the room you both shared. him walking in on you having a fucked out expression and your own cum all over yourself was rare — every time ended up in you getting your brains fucked out by him if he was in a generous mood, which this time he was not in.
“fucking whore, y/n,” he spewed out in absolute disgust “i did not want to come home to such a horny bitch. i could hear you moaning when i got home… are you not embarrassed in the slightest? what if someone heard you?! we have neighbors for archons sake…” he brought his palm to his face and sighed.
“‘m sorry sca-“
“shut it. you knew what expression you wanted out of me, y/n, don’t you?”
you both were in silence until he backhand slapped your cheek, as a signal for you to answer him.
“yes… scaramouche,” you mumbled as he tilted up your chin up and cupped your cheeks harshly, “couldn’t resist it- ‘m sorry.”
“open up, tongue out, now,” as commanded, you opened your mouth and lolled out your tongue, “good boy.”
spit.
you nearly swallowed his spit, as he usually has you do, but this was stopped by him removing the harsh grip he had on your cheeks and slapping your cheek yet again, “did i say you could swallow yet, dumbass?”
an apology was mumbled from you and his harsh grip returned to your cheek as he tilted up your head even more, forcing eye contact.
“swallow.”
you swallowed and he pried open your mouth to check if you did.
“such a good prince,” he planted a kiss on your lips and directed his focus downwards, “you’re seriously still hard? seriously? you disgust me…”
he released his hands from your cheeks and moved his tongue down frown your neck, placing a few bites. down your chest, down your stomach and then down to your cock, placing a kiss on the tip and moving his tongue up and down your shaft to get a reaction, which was a whimper from you.
without warning, he shoved your dick down his throat, bobbing his head up and down on it.
“nnh~! sc-scara— too much, please… ahhhhng…. feels ‘s good…”
his fingers then started attacking your nipples, squeezing and pinching them, finding it amusing how sensitive you were to it.
just about when you were to cum, he removed his fingers away from your nipples and his mouth away from your cock, huffing for air and laughing to himself, “s-sca-“
“don’t tell me you forgot the rules here, sweet heart. you cannot cum until i say so, yes?” you nodded your head dumbly, “here,” he pulled a chair towards him, grabbing lube in the process, and sat down. he removed his shorts and boxers, and covered his dick in lube.
“come, sit,” he patted his hands down on his lap, “or do you need help being stretched?”
you shook your head and hesitantly stood up, walked towards him and slowly sat yourself down on his cock, feeling your asshole being stretched out.
“mmph-“
his mouth made way to your ear, whispering “ride”.
as instructed, you bounced yourself up and down on scaramouche’s cock, becoming a moaning mess.
“what a good boy, taking my dick so well,” he removed his hand from his hip and placing it on your throat, “your punishment still isn’t over yet~”
a whine was released from your desperate lips as you desperately continued to ride him, desperate for a release; scaramouche soon enough started fucking you at a quicker pace.
“aaah~ s-scara—“
“what is it, baby boy? need to cum?”
you nodded, causing him to chuckle.
“i suppose i can let you cum, or…” he kissed your neck, covering over the hickeys he gave you earlier with his tongue and the hold he had on your throat tighter, “i can release my hand from your throat and you can breathe… your choice. if you don’t pick, you don’t get any, so pick quick, dear~”
“s-scaaaraa… ‘s unfair…” you cried, “‘m wanna cum plea—“
“i expected as such, you cock drunk freak…” the speed he was slamming your hole at sped up even faster as his grip got even tighter, “cum on my count only~”
“one… two… three… four…” his hold on your throat got even tighter, “five… six… seven… eight… nine..…”
“ten~”
scaramouche came in you at the same time he allowed you to cum, filling up you with his thick seed, and releasing his grip on your throat.
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