Fine, I made a smut blog

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[the-scythes-pen]

Just a Little More

Alhaitham x Reader with a surprise guest at the end

Smut; fingering, exhibitionism, squirting.

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"Unless you want Kaveh to see you like this," a deep, husky voice rung in your ear, "then I suggest you keep quiet."

You had to hold back a breathy gasp as you felt the tips of Alhaitham's lithe fingers push the fabric of your panties between your folds, teasing your entrance with the material and the pressure of his fingers as he drags his pads slowly up and down your hole. You could already tell you were soaking wet.

"Ugh, I'm always the one to clean up around here!!" You could hear Kaveh shout from the kitchen, "and why am I always the one to have to cook dinner!? Why can't you cook for once?!"

Alhaitham paid no mind to the nagging from his roommate; instead, his chin rested upon your shoulder as he pressed his chest into your back, an arm around your waist to hold you still as his fingers danced along your sex. You yourself could barely listen to Kaveh; both hyper aware of his presence yet too lost in the bliss of feeling the Scribe's touch. Your mind felt muddled, foggy; too lost in the fog of arousal to really focus on anything except Alhaitham.

His fingers were splayed across your folds, pressing into you despite the delicate touch of his middle finger barely ghosting over your clothed clit. The tip of it running slow, wide circles just around the edge of the bud, obviously trying to draw out your need.

"'Haitham... please..." You managed to whisper. What you were asking for, whether it was for him to just touch you already or whether you wanted him to stop- you weren't sure. All the Scribe responded with was a hum; one of satisfaction and one of encouragement, as if to say "go on, tell me what you want".

You could hear the banging of pots and pans along with more irritated grumbling coming from the kitchen. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold, your hands clawing at his forearms as you tried to steady your breathing and your mind.

"Please... J-Just touch me already..." You mumbled, desperately, and Alhaitham let out an amused huff before you felt his lips connect with the side of your neck and his fingers remove themselves from your sex. You almost whined when you felt his hand remove itself from under the waistband of your pants.

"If you want more, you're going to have to do it my way." He said huskily; his other arm now releasing your waist only for both his hands to find the waistband of your pants, thumbs hooking into both it and your panties before attempting to drag them downward.

"W-Wait-! Kaveh-"

"He'll be a while. He needs to be constantly watching the pot to make sure it turns out well. You'll be fine... unless of course, you want him to see you like this."

You shifted, unsure of how to proceed until you heard the water running from the sink in the kitchen. Surely Alhaitham would be merciful and let you finish quickly... right?

You bit your lip, lifting your hips up so the Scribe could pull down your pants and underwear. Except he didn't stop at your thighs, or your knees... He kept going, and before you knew it you were helping him pull your clothes completely off; your slick sex now exposed to the warm air of the living room.

"J-Just be quick..." You mumbled, to which the Scribe let out another hum before he readjusted you in his lap, putting your legs overtop of his to spread you open.

If Kaveh were to walk in, he would get the most perfect view of your wet pussy.

Alhaitham's arm snaked around your waist again to pull you flush against him, while his other hand returned to it's rightful place over your sex. A single finger rubbed overtop of your labia, dragging oh-so-deliciously up and down your folds as if to tease you into begging him to just fuck you already.

You nearly jolted in his grasp when you felt the pad of his finger push into the top of your slit, slipping past your folds to press into the erected bud that begged for attention. He spread apart your folds with his index and ring fingers, while the very tip of his middle finger ghosted around your clit in circles.

"Where did you even put the onions?!" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen. You could hear the sound of a knife on wood; the rhythmic chopping of ingredients complimenting the sound of a sizzling pot.

"Where I usually put them." Alhaitham responded coolly, as if he didn't have you spread wide open for anyone to see as he touched you so lewdly. You had to stifle a moan as you suddenly felt him push his finger harshly into your clit, suddenly rubbing intense circles into the bud.

Damned bastard wanted you to moan. To alert Kaveh to your predicament.

"They aren't there-! Oh, nevermind..."

And just like that, the Scribe's touch was gentle again. His middle finger back to barely touching you; merely a whisper of a touch around your clit. You whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Alhaitham was quick to rectify that. His fingerpad pushed back the hood of your clit, gently rubbing horizontally across the even more sensitive area at the base of the bud. You squirmed in his hold again, feeling your pussy ache to be filled.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Not that I mind, I just didn't expect you to be this aroused just by me touching your clit." He said lowly into your ear, causing you to whine as he pushed his finger downwards to your entrance, collecting the slick that coated you before returning to the sensitive base of your clit.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you? Perhaps I should do this more often."

You couldn't help but continue to squirm, desperate for more stimulation then just the gentle touch of his finger. You wanted- needed more- so much more. Your hips bucked upward, causing Alhaitham to chuckle under his breath.

"You really are quite needy today, aren't you? Very well, I guess I can indulge you."

Suddenly his ring finger removed itself from the side of your cunt, joining his middle finger in rubbing over your entrance. Your breath halted as you anticipated the plunge of his fingers into your needy pussy.

"I know you're desperate, but try to keep quiet, would you?"

And just like that, his fingers were buried to the hilt between your walls. You could barely hold back your moan.

His fingers dragged themselves back out, the now slick pads running up your entrance and over your clit before pushing back downwards and back inside your cunt. He pushed them firmly against your upper wall, pushing them slowly deeper within you before dragging them back out again. This time, he didn't move to drag them over your clit, instead he pushed them back inside. Your cunt greedily sucked them in as if your life depended on it.

You could hear the sizzling and spitting of a boiling pot, and the muffled sound of Kaveh humming to himself as he cooked. Your walls clenched tighter around Alhaitham's fingers.

"I wonder what got you so worked up. Was it that I decided to take you here on the couch? Were you just that desperate for my attention? Or.... do you like the thought of Kaveh seeing you like this?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as your cunt betrayed your thoughts, squeezing around his fingers again at the thought.

"I wonder what he would say if he were to see you, his dear friend, spread open and being fingered like this..."

His fingers pushed faster into your messy cunt, now angling more upwards so he could repeatedly jab the tips into your g-spot. You let out a quiet moan as he progressively started to speed up.

"Do you think he would like to watch? Perhaps he'd even like to join? He hasn't brought home anyone since he moved in; I'm sure he's almost as desperate as you."

You couldn't help it- your mouth hung open as you let out strained gasps and moans. You tried to keep quiet, to keep your noises in check, but even if you managed to remain completely silent- the squelching of his thrusts into your wet pussy would have filled the quiet room regardless.

"Alhaitham-!" You whisper-shouted, "slower, it's too loud....!" Your fingernails dug into his forearms as your pussy clenched around him again.

"I don't see how that's my problem."

"Alhaitham-!" You let out a gasp, a loud one, as his pace sped up even more. The very top of his palm now laid flush against your clit, rubbing into it as he pounded into your spongy upper wall.

Fuck, he was going to make you cum hard. You could feel it building faster and faster with each passing second.

"When do you think (Y/N) will be here? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen.

"Oh, I think they'll be cumming any minute now."

You would have scowled at the double entendre if you weren't so close; your body hanging on the very precipice of orgasm. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold; you tried to keep your legs open despite how desperately they wanted to close, you tried to keep your desperate mewls in check lest Kaveh hear you, you tried-

Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. You gasped, now clawing at Alhaitham's arm for him to stop lest you be discovered, your legs desperately trying to close but being pushed even wider apart as the Scribe pushed his own legs apart.

You squirmed, the footsteps just outside the doorway now, but your bucking hips and desperately fluttering pussy gave away just how close you were; as if each step Kaveh took to getting closer to seeing you was pushing you over the edge.

Alhaitham's fingers sped up, his entire arm now moving with the force of every thrust. There was no doubt that Kaveh could hear the wet clicking of your pussy from where he was now.

"Cum."

It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

"Hey, what's that-"

You squeezed your eyes shut as they met the ruby hues of Kaveh's; throwing your head to the side to avoid his gaze as you came hard around Alhaitham's fingers. The hand he had around your waist swiftly moved up to grab your jaw and forcefully turn your head back towards Kaveh; and your eyes peeked open just enough to see the stupefied look on the architect's face as he watched you cum. As he watched you squirt; the force of Alhaitham's thrusts causing the fluid to gush out of you and soak into the fabric of the sofa below you.

Kaveh's face went beet red. His eyes were locked on the way your cunt greedily took Alhaitham's fingers.

You panted hard, your body covered in sweat as you started to come down from such an intense high. You shut your eyes again to avoid Kaveh's embarrassing stare.... as if you didn't enjoy the way he seemed mesmerized by your intense and messy orgasm.

Alhaitham clicked his tongue as his fingers slowed their pace; his grip on your jaw loosening before falling back down to it's place on your waist, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. He made sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he could before he pulled his fingers out, accompanied by a click of his tongue in disapproval.

"You made a mess. See?"

Despite your exhaustion, you peeked your eyes open to see the Scribe spreading his fingers apart infront of you; covered in slick and cream and connected by strands of fluids.

His fingers danced before your eyes right over Kaveh's face.

You could feel the burn of your cheeks as you shut your eyes; trying your best to steady your racing heart and regain your ragged breath.

"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come take a closer look?"

Your eyes shot open at Alhaitham's words, your head lifting somewhat to get a better look at his roommate. You could see him gulp, his gaze shifting off to the side of the room. He was flustered, for sure, but you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted downwards to hover over the bulge that was steadily growing within his pants.

"U-Unlike you, I-I'm a gentleman, and I will only-"

"Kaveh..." You mumbled, eyes locked onto him as he met your gaze. He gulped again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he walked over to you; that adorable blush on his cheeks only darkening as he dropped to his knees before you.

His ruby eyes met your half lidded gaze, his jaw tightening momentarily before he dove forward- his tongue making contact with your creamy entrance, causing you to jerk your hips in shock.

....you don't think you'll be eating that dinner that Kaveh was preparing tonight.

Not once did he break eye contact. And you could feel Alhaitham's hands move to force your knees ever-further apart.

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kofi / comms open

[honeypawgs]

[jessicas-pets-deactivated202002]

[allthingspretty-world]

[waifuindistress]

[heartliker060]

[mastersoverminds-6]

Good students let their professors do as they please.

[innaillus]

Eremite OC

You’re a researcher from Sumeru City, leading a small expedition into the desert for your thesis - accompanied by a few classmates, or perhaps even your own students if you’re a professor. To ensure everyone’s safety, you’ve hired a band of mercenaries to guard the camp as you study the ancient ruins.

One scorching afternoon, you wander off to take a short break near a quiet oasis… only to stumble upon a sight you shouldn’t be seeing: the mercenary captain, bathing nude beneath the dappled sunlight.

You don’t just catch him - you stare. Frozen, breath caught in your throat, eyes tracing the curve of wet skin and muscle glistening under the desert sun.

Your foot slips on a loose rock. There’s a startled yelp, a tumble, and then ----

SPLASH.

You surface, sputtering, drenched from head to toe, your expensive academy robes clinging scandalously to your skin. The sound has already given you away.

The captain turns slowly, his expression unreadable as he wades toward you. With every step, the water grows shallower… revealing more and more of his sculpted abs and bronzed body until he looms before you, droplets sliding down his chest.

He pauses, gaze locking with yours, and a slow smirk curves his lips.

“Need a hand,” he drawls, “or were you planning to keep staring a little longer?”

[mewnbuns]

He meets your gaze from his desk and shrugs, “You know, back when I was your age, things like this were much easier than they are now.”

⸺ ⟢ wriothesley x fem! reader. minors do not interact. age gap (wriothesley is mentioned to be around double readers age — but no specific ages mentioned) dry humping. slight teasing. you’re in his office in the fortress + wrio isn’t great with technology lol.

⸺ ⟢ word count. 1.5k words.

It’s amusing really, to watch your lover; the ever respected and much renowned Duke of the Fortress of Meropide struggle to wrap his head around the newest security system updates that are currently being installed within his prison’s walls.

Wriothesley was a force to be reckoned with in the ring, boxing was his forte— as was running the Fortress, as much as he never liked to accept how great of a job he’s doing. And he often considered himself a humble man, his only exception to allowing himself to gloat perhaps being the fact that he’s managed to land a lover almost half his age but that’s neither here nor there.

But when it comes to this sort of stuff? Well… Wriothesley’s sort of at a loss.

But you, you’re stifling a laugh at the frown he’s currently wearing, watching him scratch a finger through the salt and pepper mess of hair on his head as he clicks another button on the controller. He sighs when it does another load of nothing, much like his other attempts at figuring this thing out have.

But by the time Wriothesley notices that playful smile that you’re looking at him with he’s all but given up, pushing the remote to the other side of his desk before he relents with a long, drawn out sigh.

He meets your gaze from his chair and shrugs, “You know, back when I was your age, things like this were much easier than they are now.”

“Is that so? And how long ago was that, hm?”

Your tone is playful, lithe and Wriothesley scoffs at the retort, but his eyes stay locked on you as you cross the room. He spreads himself out a bit more as if in anticipation, leaning himself back in his seat with his thighs spread. Like he’s making himself but an ample seat for you to climb right on.

So by the time you’re close enough, he’s already reaching out for you.

“Hah,” Wriothesley blows out another laugh, his hands reach for your hips. “I’ll spare you those boring details, but that came out sounding way worse than my intention.”

“It’s true though, right? You are older.” You almost purr out the word, as if tasting it and you slide into the pull of his hands so delicately, your movements so smooth they seem practiced and perhaps they are.

How many times have you slid into your older lovers lap like this? Suddenly feeling hot over the reminder that he’s almost double your senior, but nowhere near past his prime.

You can’t imagine that Wriothesley’s ever looked hotter than he does now. The salt and pepper of his hair has become more stark compared to how it used to be, followed by the way his once chiselled muscles have become softer, bigger with his age. He still trains hard, still pushes himself to the limits in the ring and he continues to be reigning champion for all of his hard work.

His stamina’s barely taken a hit either. You can speak on that from experience, from all the nights that Wriothesley’s had you bent over his desk or wrapped up in his lap just like this. But with much less clothing than you’re wearing now… not that you think it’ll be that way for much longer considering how his arms have come to circle your hips and cage you against him.

His bright eyes are blown, but remain soft.

And you can barely contain yourself with the way it makes your thighs begin to shake. A detail that doesn’t go unnoticed by the Duke, not that anything ever did.

He motions towards your closely pressed bodies, then raises a knowing brow up in your direction with a grin.

“Oh? Now you’ll have to forgive me if i’ve got this all wrong but… from where I’m sitting… you sure seem to like that, don’t you?” Wriothesley grins, tilting his head up a bit more towards yours. “Well, I have to say I’m flattered. Here I thought it would scare you off.”

“I mean the Duke can be pretty scary, maybe i’m terrified.”

“Is that what you’re feeling then, hm?” He makes a show of running his hands along the outside of your thighs as he asks, feels the way it makes your body arch closer into him until he meets your eyes again. An almost smugness radiating from him as he glances down at your suddenly parting lips. “You sure?”

You place your hands against his chest as if to steady yourself, humming. “Will you grace me with more stories from when you were my age, all.. those.. years ago.” And begin to walk your fingers up Wriothesley’s chest, just high enough for you to playfully tug on his tie.

But only the once before he’s taking your hand quickly in his, and smearing a kiss against your fingers as he brings them to his mouth.

“Oh, I’m sure I could do something like that. I could go into great detail even, really take my time with it. How’s that sound, hm?” Wriothesley’s voice sounds lower now, and you feel it straight in your core when he wiggles a brow at you— you know what he’s implying, and your body trembles for it.

“Good. It sounds good.”

Your voice is wound tight, lower lip between your teeth as Wriothesley’s huge, calloused hands continue their ministrations on your hips. With every squeeze, he pulls you closer— hips flush against his, guiding you along his lap until you can feel what this position is doing to him in all of its throbbing, heavy glory, pressing up between your inner thighs.

Your lashes flutter down at the Duke, and just before you lean in to finally kiss him, he turns away. A smirk on his lips at the pout it earns him.

He shakes his head, “Oh no, but first…. I don’t think I’m doing anything until I hear you say it.”

“And what is it the Duke wants me to say?”

Wriothesley’s fingers tease beneath the fabric on your hips, barely touching bare skin. “Oh, I think you know. No need for me to spell it out for you.”

You try to shake your hips once more, the bulge beneath you is more obvious now and you want nothing more than to grind yourself silly against it. You almost can, can just barely feel the press of it situate itself between your clothed folds but before you can even consider any sort of rhythm, Wriothesley holds you still with that incredible strength of his.

He huffs out a laugh at the glare that earns him too.

“You’re so cruel.” You click your tongue, fidgeting against his palms but Wriothesley doesn’t seem phased at all by it, he’s dealt with worse in all of his years— a pretty, young thing like you is hardly a challenge. His lips are at your jawline now, your chest pressed against his broader one.

“Cruel and terrifying all in one night, huh? You’re gonna give me the wrong idea.” He deliberately exhales along the nerves in your throat, forcing your arms to wrap around his shoulders to steady yourself.

Your body sways, and Wriothesley encourages it this time as he rocks into you. Your words breathless and lithe, “You’ve got it all wrong.”

“Well then, convince me otherwise.”

You feel the relief of pressure on your waist as Wriothesley eases his hold on you, but he still helps to guide your initial, clumsy grind down on his lap as you try to find a pace.

It’s become a bad habit of his really, to allow his younger lover to waltz into his office and make a mess of him in any way she seems fit. As much as Wriothesley likes to act otherwise, it’s obvious that you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty finger, and if you weren’t already losing your mind because of the way you’re humping yourself over his bulge— maybe it would be obvious to you aswell.

You scratch your fingers through the hair on the back of Wriothesley’s neck as you continue to move against him, his huge palms squeezing beneath the fabric on your waist to help you meet his movements. His hips are rocking up to meet you now, hard cock pressing perfectly through the layers of your clothes to roll over the bump of your puffy clit.

A particularly hard press pulls a saccharine whine from between your lips, and Wriothesley feels lightheaded as he gazes up at your dropped brows and parted mouth. His lips are pressing against yours by the next second, his hands anchoring you into his chest as he eases you into the next roll of his cock.

“Well, consider me convinced.” Wriothesley mutters into your mouth and he feels the way it makes you shake. Your hands grab fistfuls of his hair now, applying a subtle pressure that makes him throb.

“I want you, Wrio… please.” Oh, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that. A beautiful, young thing like you humping themselves against him, of all people and begging for it, wrapped up in his underground office while you grab and paw at the collar of his shirt in the hopes he’ll take it off.

Your fingers are already reaching to pull at his tie before he can respond, but he does, with a particularly long, harsh roll of his hips that makes you gasp.

“Mhm. Now that’s what I like to hear.”

[hitomisuzuya]

sexting. stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut sexting. virgin reader. male/female masturbation. degradation. corruption kink.

i am super high, and drunk, and suddenly got inspired to vomit this out. also, i am a weather nerd.

there is something scaramouche can't stop thinking about. it's been on his mind nonstop. one day, you somehow let slip that you are a virgin. you have never even masturbated before.

it is bad enough that he can't keep his eyes from rolling over your body in secret when he thought no one was watching. you reek corruptible from top to bottom. it makes his cock ache thinking about corrupting you.

he has started emptying his cock into his hand at night thinking of you. of sitting you on his cock for the first time, watching you whimper and struggle about taking him inside of you. once you got a taste of how good his cock would feel, you would start bouncing, and begging for him to cum inside you. to breed you raw until your pussy couldn't hold anymore of his cum.

he has never cum so hard in his hand thinking about corrupting his sweet, delicate, virgin stepsister.

weather comes with implications no matter where you are in the world. it just so happened that a tropical storm rolled in earlier that afternoon, dumping hours of rain, and forcing him to remain inside the rest of the night.

playing video games, and doom scrolling through socials and tik tok could only get him so far. there is a better way to spend his evening.

and that was texting you.

"what are you up to while the world floods. i am bored." your eyes widen seeing a text from scaramouche. you are completely blind sided.

"uh, nothing much. i am just kinda chilling. not up to much. just sitting here thinking. why?" you text back. you don't know what to say, you are nervous.

scaramouche smirks seeing you almost instant response. you are obviously flustered. how cute. you typed a lot more than necessary. "thinking about me?" he texted more just to tease you, but he was curious about your response. were you thinking about him?

you feel a sudden fit of shyness ripple through you. your fingers tremble as you type your reply. "well, if you must know. yes, yes i am." of course you are going to say you are thinking about him because you are. you have been fiercely trying to hide your crush on your stepbrother.

too bad you aren't very good at it.

let's face it, all you really want is your step brother's attention. if there is an opportunity for you to say something that would get his attention, you would. you anxiously wait for his response.

scaramouche's cock twitches reading your response. he decides to challenge you. "what are you thinking about exactly? or are you too chicken to tell me?"

he yet again blind sides you. it's frustrating that he always does this to you. your need to have his attention kicks in yet again. "i am thinking about...about.." you can barely even type your next words. but you do, and hit send quickly anyways before you backed out. "being intimate with you."

you are only being honest. you are thinking about him holding you down, and hissing for you to be quiet, holding his hand over your mouth while he cums inside you.

scaramouche smirks as his cock hardens. his night just got a lot more interesting. and satisfying. he is also honestly surprised by your honest response. he thought he would have to bully it out of a little more, given your shy demeanor. "god, do you know hard you make me? are you comfortable with taking off your clothes?"

your breath catches in your throat reading his response. you think about it for a few moments, deciding to show him rather than just text him.

sitting up, you remove your clothes, as well as your bra. and with a pounding heart, you take a picture. "yes, i am." you attach it to the text, and hot send.

scaramouche's cock aches opening your text with the attachment. his eyes linger on the picture of you lying spread legged on your bed. wearing no bra. your nipples hard, and an obvious damp spot on your panties.

"take video, and do exactly as i say. pull your panties aside, and stroke that pussy of yours. i want to see how wet you can make yourself thinking about me." he hits send, unzips his jeans, and takes out his cock waiting for your reply.

you gulp, your heart beat speeds up reading his text. you have never done anything like this before. you turn your camera on, and spread your legs, angling your camera between them as you remove your panties.

hitting record, you slowly stroke your fingers up and down your cunt. having never masturbated before, it doesn't take long for pleasure to start tingling through you. enjoying the feeling, you moan softly, rocking your hips to grind on your fingers as you rub your clit.

your thoughts return to scaramouche fucking you. your moans rise in octave, your clit throbbing underneath your fingers thinking about him whispering for you to swallow your slutty moans so your mom and his mom don't hear him fucking you upstairs.

your fingers start to feel slick from your juices, sliding easily over your clit. you writhe on the bed a little, accidentally hitting send. but not before you whimper his name.

scaramouche's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight he treated to when he opens your video. you lying there, grinding your wet little pussy on your unsure fingers. his hand drifts to stroke his cock watching you work yourself into a wet mess. fuck, he is getting so much more than he thought he would.

he groans hearing you whimper his name, reluctantly taking his hand off his cock to type his reply. "damn, that whimper. keep playing with that pretty, wet cunt of yours. i want to see what your hole looks like stretched around your fingers. maybe it will show me how much you will stretch with my cock inside you."

you never stopped when his text came. your cunt has been squeezing around nothing, your pussy puffy as you think about scaramouche's cum seeping from your hole. of his fingers pushing his cum back up inside you.

you are moaning as you hit record. you plunge two fingers inside yourself, your thighs trembling as you scissor your walls apart. you rock your hips into your fingers, your juices starting to gather on the insides of your thighs.

your clit is throbbing so much that one graze of your fingers might release the strong knot starting to snap in your core.

long minutes of scaramouche's cock pulsing in anticipation went by. he strokes his leaking cock, his ego truthfully stretching wondering if you are enjoying that much thinking about him. he more than gets his answer when he opens your video.

he covers his mouth to stifle his moan hearing your moans. "b-big brother..i want you to cum inside me..so badly.." your body is trembling as you play with your clit, helplessly grinding on your fingers as you plunge them into your drooling cunt.

poor thing, he can see that you are struggling with those small little fingers of yours. he knows his fingers could get the job done, curling nice and keep into your sweet spot. making you shudder and drool while you cum.

he quickly texts back, "fuck keep recording. i want to see you cum. whine for me like the slut you are." before returning his hand to his cock, taking care not to make himself cum thinking about stuffing your cunt full waiting for your reply.

your fingers are reluctant to leave your cunt to hit record again. you waste no time pushing them back into your cunt, arching them up to rub slide over your clit as you pump them inside you. "scara, i can't take it," your whimper is soft, but oh so desperate, "i need your cock inside me," your unaccustomed body is overwhelmed now, on the cusp of cumming.

you pinch your clit, rolling it between your fingers. you writhe on your bed as your orgasm hits you. "big brother..big brother.." you struggle to swallow your whimpers.

scaramouche can barely hold it together by the time your video comes to his phone. he squeezes his cock as the video starts playing.

your pathetic, needy whimper for him makes his cock ache. fuck he wishes he was there seeing this himself.

have you on all fours, moaning unabashed while his cock squelches in and out of your hole from behind. his hand smacking across your ass, mocking you for how slutty you sound with your step brother's pumping in your cunt.

scaramouche bites the palm of his hand as his cock empties. he fists his cock through his orgasm, his eyes captivated by the sight of you trembling and cumming.

"i should make you sneak into my room, and lick my cock clean."

corruption looks so beautiful on you.

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DO NOT plagiarize/translate/repost on tumblr or any other site without my permission.

[hitomisuzuya]

yandere!lohen x fem!reader. smut. fingering. orgasm denial. degradation. stalking. slight humiliation kink. lohen is very excited and carried away.

i saw this post about lohen being one for mocking moans, and i couldn't get it out of my head. maybe i went a little overboard..i am a little nervous to post this. *hides.*

lohen has been having fun with his game of cat and mouse with you. it's been a wonderfully fun game for him. you try and avoid him. hiding from him cause he makes you feel flustered and shy. and he comes and finds you.

he often lures you into a false sense of security. that maybe he won't find you today. that he just gave up because you were so good at hiding from him. it's such a rush to him seeing the startled look on your face when he does find you. it's like a shy little lamb getting caught by the big bad wolf.

not like he didn't already know where you went, anyways.

you have been trying to finish your weekly reports for varka all day. however, lohen makes it nearly impossible, turning up casually to tease you, or try and convince you to go get a drink with him. it's getting harder, and harder to try and hide your crush on him every day.

you decided to avoid him in the stables today, finding a comfortable pile of hay to sit in, and finish your reports. the sun was getting low in the sky, and the peaceful sounds of horses grazing outside, and the overall quiet calm of the stable did wonders for your concentration.

naturally, lohen came, and blew your peace all to hell. how did he even find you? it was so quiet that you are sure everyone left for the day already.

lohen's fingers are knuckle deep inside your gooey cunt. his amused smirk is utterly predatory as he looks down at you as your hips jolt off the pile of hay, your thighs trembling as his fingers burrow deep into your sweet spot.

he scissors your walls apart, tearing a string of lewd moan from you. lohen snickers down at you. "ah, ah, ah," he mocks your moans in a high pitched tone, making your cheeks flush.

leaning down, he puts his lips close to your ear, "listen to you moan, hehe~," his tongue flicks out over the shell of your ear, "for someone so shy, you have no shame sounding like such a slut for me," his teeth nip at your ear lobe.

lohen's playful degradation makes your walls squeeze around nothing. you whimper at the emptiness, making lohen's smirk widen. he presses his thumb on your clit, enjoying the way your poor little body twitches as he circles the throbbing nub. "gooooo onnn~ start moaning for me again," he plunges two fingers back inside you.

he hooks them into your sweet spot, and you tremble as pleasure snaps tight in your core. your hips rock up into his fingers as a string of loud moans spills from you.

lohen snickers as your hand comes up to cover your mouth. he switches to slowly pumping his fingers inside you, grazing him over your clit. he takes your hand away from your mouth. "ah-ah-ah- you know, if you keep moaning like this people will hear you~," lohen giggles, increasing his pace.

he let's go of your hand, and your fingernails scratch at hay. he brings his free hand to play with your clit. your moans rise in octave as he assaults your sweet spot, pinching and massaging circles on your clit.

you squirm as the pressure of your approaching orgasm builds. "or maybe you want people to see you like this. see this tight little cunt swallowing my fingers?" he flicks your clit, tearing another whine from you, "hear you moaning away for him like a little, pathetic whore?"

your body twitches in pleasure, and you spread your legs more for him. you are helpless to stop your moans now, and his mocking somehow makes you wetter. his fingers felt so good you are on the verge of sobbing in pleasure.

lohen whistles watching you twitch, his cock throbbing hard seeing tears gather in your eyes. "aww~ are you going to cum?" he coos, leaning down to lick one of your tears.

"mmm..mm..mmhmm.. you manage to moan, a soft sob sounding from you. lohen's cock throbs unbearably watching you fall apart for him. you tried so hard to hide from him, it was really very cute.

"say it~" he coos, pressing circles on your clit as he scissors your walls apart, "say pretty please, vice captain lohen. pretty please make me cum~."

he laughs as you ball your fist up to hit him, your walls snapping tight, and gummy around his fingers. "oh, please, try and hit me~," he shivers in excitement, "i know you can fight~ maybe we should spar sometime~." he leans down, and puts his lips to your ear again, "i bet i wipe the floor with you before i fuck you raw."

his words only make you moan more. the sheer pleasure of his fingers pumping in your cunt makes the words tumble from your mouth, "pretty please, vice captain, lohen. pretty please, make me cum," you cry out, writhing in the hay.

"you sound so cute. but, no," lohen snickers, cruelly pulling his fingers out of you. you let out a shocked whine at the sudden empty feeling in your pussy. "what an exquisite sound," he brings to fingers to his lips to lick them, "left wanting like this, you'll have find to come find me now," and with that, he walks away, humming as he licks his fingers. leaving you a breathless, wet mess in the hay.

breaking you slowly like this is going to be great fun for him.

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[hitomisuzuya]

yandere!lohen x fem!reader. smut. dubcon. somnophilia. cunnilingus. breeding kink.

i am still a little nervous for him so this may sound awkward in some parts😅

as soon as he finished his duties for the evening, lohen made a beeline for your room. if anyone saw him just letting himself in, he would simply say he is checking up on you.

it's not out of the ordinary for a vice captain to care about the well-being of his subordinates. and he wouldn't exactly be lying either.

earlier that day, you sparred with him. you told him not to treat you like glass just because you are a girl. and why would he? it would be far more respectful to you as a warrior if he didn't go easy on you. needless to say, you more than had cuts, and bruises on you.

afterwards, he gave you orders to go back to your room, and rest once you finished your duties for the day. silly girl, you looked so confused. you didn't know your period is coming yet, but he did. your stamina always gets quite low. you never let it show though.

you are passed out cold on your bed, on your back with the blankets tangled around your bare legs. you are also quite restless in your sleep whenever your cycle is approaching.

standing next to your bed, lohen's gaze softens for a moment. he gently brushes his fingers across your cheek. you fell asleep in your bra and panties, and your hair was still wet from your shower. poor thing, you probably told yourself you would close your eyes for just a few minutes before you finished getting dressed.

gingerly, lohen gets on your bed. a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth seeing the bruises blossoming on your delicate skin. archon's, you were so breathtaking sparring with him earlier. you didn't hold back, and neither did he.

he shivers knowing that if you had gone on a little longer than two hours, you would've felt comfortable enough to start hitting to kill.

leaning down over you, lohen licks one of the bruises on your neck. you look so sweet lying there, so defenseless to him now. would now be the optimal time to breed you?

his cock pulses as he eases his way down your body, remembering how hard it was to resist to just breeding you right there. of pinning you down underneath him, tearing your clothes off in between feverish kisses. pumping cum shot after cum shot inside you right there on the training grounds.

he makes his way down between your legs, licking the insides of your thighs. a very, very greedy part of him wants to just taste you now. taste what he already knows belongs to him.

"you did so well for me earlier," he whispers quietly, "my day would've been so boring without you," he licks his lips before parting your folds with his tongue. he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. he refused to stop thinking about you while he was cleaning up hilichurls around the delivery route roads.

groaning softly, he moves your thighs apart more, slotting himself between them. he slowly licks stripes up your pussy, lapping his tongue at your hole. he desperately wants to slide his finger up inside you, and feel how well you would stretch for his cock.

but as he curls his tongue around your swelling clit, he knows it would be too much. too much when he can't even resist sucking on your clit. he latches his lips around it, reaching down to palm his hardening cock as the taste of your cunt saturates his tongue.

even as he takes his cock out of his pants, he knows he can't stay long. moaning softly, he fists his cock, sweeping his tongue down to your hole. his cock pulses tasting how wet your cunt is getting. how sweet, you even react to him in your sleep.

his eyes drift closed, enjoying the taste of your hole quivering around his tongue. he prods the tip against your opening, sweeping it inside to taste how you clench. you make a soft noise in your sleep, and his eyes snap open. "my my, am i making you feel good in your sleep, bunny?" he whispers, smirking as he laps.

flattening his tongue, he drags it back up to your clit. the bud just looks so puffy, and tempting. you make another soft noise in your sleep as he kitten licks. it would be breathtaking to see your bruised little thighs tremble in bliss while he sucks.

he ruts into his hand, squeezing his hand around his cock. he has to hold himself back from utterly abusing your clit with his tongue. he didn't want to wake you up.

lohen hisses softly as cum spills into his hand. using it as lubrication, he pumps himself through his orgasm, content to suck on your clit. reluctantly he sits up after a few more minutes, and puts his cock back in his pants.

sighing, he wipes his mouth, and puts your panties back in place. he only told himself just a taste. he puts your blanket over you before he leaves.

he would much rather devour you while you are awake.

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[hitomisuzuya]

yandere!lohen x fem!reader. smut. male masturbation. perverted/sexual thoughts. desperate, down bad lohen.

i hope i don't disappoint anyone with this one, i'm still a little nervous writing for him cause he is just so 😳 it kills me a little to skip him, but support for hubby is important. he is on second phase though...

lohen has been in utter despair. two days ago, you asked for a few days leave to go see your mother. of course, he wasn't a monster. he gave it to you. you talked about how your mom has been wanting to see you, your work as a knight has kept you busy.

sighing, he sits back in his chair. even doing work is twice as boring without you around. he couldn't even pass his reports to someone else, and play his fun little game with you.

he puts you in his cross hairs right at the beginning of the day, flustering, and teasing you. and then you go, and hide from him to recover while you finish your duties. it was so so fun for him. there really wasn't anywhere you could hide from him.

he often checks over mika's hand drawn maps surveying mondstadt. oh the look of surprise on your face when you choose to hide in a tree, or somewhere remote, and he still finds you. silly girl, did the possibility of him asking anyone randomly in conversation if they have seen you during the day cross your mind?

if he wanted to, he could put eyes on you at all hours of the day. where would be the fun in that though?

two days. two long days of not seeing the shy flush on your cheeks. two days of not hearing you stutter your words, clearly flustered.

two days of not being able to touch you. smell you. steal teasing gropes that sent your heart pounding. he could practically taste it when his tongue flicks over your pounding pulse in your neck.

two days of not goading you into sparring with him. lohen's cock throbs thinking about it. sighing in frustration, he unbuttons his pants, and takes out his cock.

the adrenaline rush he gets from sparring with you is unlike anything else. there is fighting the strongest monsters, and then there is sparring with you. wrapping his hand around his cock, he moans softly as he squeezes.

archons, you are beautiful in combat. you know you are in over your head, but you still come at him with such intensity. he could throw you around, knock you so thoroughly into the dirt, and yet your eyes flash with such defiance.

he wants so badly to push you to your limit. to push you to that point where you try, and hit to kill.

precum beads from his cock head as he pinches his thumb and index finger around the tip. you never give him an inch, not one inch. moaning louder, lohen pumps his hand on his cock. even when he has clearly backed you into a corner, and there is no way out, he can see you racking your brain, looking for any opening.

even cornered hilichurls known when to give up. you don't.

lohen's moans rise in octave as he squeezes his hand around his cock again. his thighs shake as his eyes drift closed. he isn't an idiot. he knows you fight so hard because you want to keep up with him. your flustered little crush on him is so cute, and all you want is for his approval. his attention.

damn it, it was just so sweet. you want to stay by his side. you don't want him to leave you behind.

you are so strong, and archons does he love it.

lohen ruts desperately into his hand. you felt so far away from him. he couldn't see your eyes sparkle, soften, or light up whenever you see him. he couldn't smell your perfume, a scent he knows you picked in secret hopes he would like it.

he knows you are still in mondstadt. it would be so easy to set eyes on you. or just go to you himself...

lohen bites his lips as his cock pulses harder in his hand. did you lie awake at night, tossing and turning like he did. unable to sleep because you are thinking about him like he thinks about you?

perhaps he should keep you by his side like a pretty pet. complete with a collar, and a tag with the letter l engraved on it. put you in his lap, and have you cock warm him while he does reports for varka. sucking on your nipples, and playing with your clit when he got too bored.

make you squirm as your tight little walls squeeze his cock. make you whimper as his tongue circles your nipples, sucking and nipping until they are hard little nubs.

"please, vice captain lohen, can i bounce? just a little?" you would plead so cutely as his fingers pinch your puffy clit, your pussy oozing messy on his cock..

"noo~ sweet of you to beg, but this is what you get for working me up," his finger would flick the tag on your collar, "now be a good girl, and plead a little louder for me~."

do you even realize what you do to him?

how much you make his fingers itch to hold you down, and sink his teeth into your skin? to mark that delicate skin in passionate bruises? to feel you squirm in his grasp, and whimper for him as you cling to him. grinding needily against his cock as he sucks on your skin.

there can be no one else that breeds you but him.

lohen whimpers , hissing. why couldn't he get his hands on you now? he needs to feel you clawing at his skin as he pins you underneath him, cutting your clothes to ribbons with his knife.

hear you cry out, and squirm more as he stretches you apart on his cock. lohen twitches as cum spurts into his hand.

as much as he wants to break you slowly, his patience is wearing thin.

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[hitomisuzuya]

Scummy Lohen👀

yandere!lohen x fem!reader. smut. perverted thoughts. mentions of stalking/spying. masturbation. creampie. aphrodisiac. fingering/squirting. brief mention of gore.

i may have gotten a little carried away 😅

ever since you joined the ranger company, varka has noticed lohen's trapping attempts are becoming less frequent. lohen has been absolutely fixated on you. you are just so sweet, and shy. you always want to do your best. he salivates at how much fun it would be to break you.

lohen will never forget taking a different way home one warm summer night, one that just so happens to pass by your house. the humidity was making pyro slimes act up, so lohen took the time to happily dispatch them before they got out of hand.

it's only natural for you to want to leave your bedroom window open at night. any sane person would, given how hot it was outside still. lohen stops dead in his tracks as he treated to the sight of you, stretched out naked on your bed. your legs spread, and your eyes closed.

his cock hardens watching your little fingers pump in and out of your cunt. his eyes follow your fingers as you play with your clit, ducking around to hide behind the tree near your bedroom window. taking out his cock, he squeezes his hand around it listening to you whimper, trying to get yourself off.

the tree is positioned so he can comfortably watch you, hidden away behind it. he fists his cock to the rhythm of your pumping fingers. he bites his lip, his cock throbbing in his hand. you look so captivating, twitching with need. the image sears itself in his mind, and stays with him long after he empties into his hand.

lohen has no shame in sneaking into your room, and stealing your panties. if he finds a pair of panties particularly cute, he jacks himself off on your bed with them. he thinks about what a shame it will be to cut these off of you before he puts his cock inside of you.

lohen has been very interested in aphrodisiacs lately. there are just so many different ones, all with different wants to make someone sensitive. how fun it would be to slip one of them into your drink. to have you come to him, all wet, weak, and needy. straddling his lap, nuzzling needily into his neck while you guide his hand to your cunt. "i'm so wet for you, lohen, please. all i can i think about is having your cock inside me."

your body would be so sensitive. you twitch needily from his slightest touch. he would edge you for what felt like hours underneath him, soaking up your pathetic whines for him. "shh, shh, i'll make you feel better, don't worry. you just have to cry a little bit more for me~." he would tease you by pumping just the tip into your tight little hole. such cute tears of desperation would form in your eyes as your hole clenches around his cock head, your fingernails clawing at his back.

he would gently lick away your tears, slowly stretching you apart on his cock, "my bunny is breaking so prettily for me."

lohen is fixated on making your pussy squirt with his fingers. there is nothing more satisfying to him than overwhelming with you enough stimulation, and making you squirt. your pussy just gets so sloppy when he fucks his fingers into you.

he isn't the vice captain of the ranged company for nothing. he is as good with his hands as he is at aiming. your back arches as he scissors your walls apart, your fingers scratching at his wrists as he brutalizes your sweet spot with his fingers. "just a little more, and this pretty pussy will squirt for me~," his grin is one of utter delight, "now don't be shy~."

lohen always knows when he is fucking you extra good. his cock aches like nothing else when he looks down, and sees a creamy white ring around his cock. he gets such an adrenaline rush killing lawachurls especially, he needs something to vent that adrenaline. your pussy is the perfect thing. once he pushes his cock into your tight little hole, and starts thrusting he can't stop.

you writhe underneath him, your gummy walls snapping so tight around his cock. your pussy is a gooey mess, sticky with your own cum, and one shot of his already. "l-lohen, lohen, i can barely breathe..archons it feels so good!" you cry out, your hips twitching up into his thrusts.

"it's okay, bunny. i know you can take it~," he would laugh shakily, reaching down to sooth his fingers over your swollen clit, "i thought that brute lawachurl would be tough, but he cut like butter. it was frustrating, but so much fun. i don't want to stop now~."

lohen has long entertained a fantasy of breeding you inside a hilichurl camp hut once he finishes killing them. put you on all fours, naked, and fuck into your cunt long into the night. it's a rush for him empty his cock inside you knowing little bits and body parts of hilichurls are scattered everywhere outside.

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[hitomisuzuya]

cyberpunk au hacker Scaramouche letting fem!reader sit on his lap looking all pretty and cute to him, listening to him and Ei argue about some tech bullshit, slightly bimbo!reader and obsessive!scara, can be mostly fluff I will be happier if you add sum soft smut :DD

hacker!scaramouche x fem!reader. obsessive thoughts. soft smut. clit play. fluffy fluff.

i made up a fun little story line for this. i am really scared about the new archon quest, ngl.

scaramouche likes to dress his pretty pet up, and show you off. especially if it's in front of ei. nothing delights him more than seeing her look uncomfortable during conversation, seeing you sitting in his lap, nuzzling affectionately into his neck.

he loves watching her struggle to look at the collar around your neck, complete with a little tag with an s engraved on it. he puts careful thought into the little skirts he picks for you, and the chest bearing tops. he even paints your nails black, purple, or blue depending on his mood.

he loves flaunting in front of ei that despite having no social life, and being a total loser, he still manages to win. he is the most notorious, and feared hacker in the country. he makes a lot of money just sitting in front of his computer, and he managed to find a pretty little pet to show off. a little wife who dotes on him.

"so, scaramouche," ei clears his throat, being careful to keep her eyes off of your collar, "what's your plan? if you even have one? you never tell me anything, so how am i supposed to help you if you don't?"

scaramouche rolls his eyes, reaching up to stroke his hand through your hair to alleviate his annoyance. "do you think i am so stupid as to not have a plan, ei?"

"that's not the point," ei sighs, glancing at you, "do you think maybe we should talk about this..later?" she trails off seeing you nuzzle affectionately against scaramouche's neck.

"no, that's okay," you simply say, shrugging as you adjust yourself in his lap. you look at ei, and smile somewhat at her. "scara says he has a plan. that's all i need to hear. everything is going to work out exactly like he says it will," you sigh contently, burying your face in his neck.

scaramouche chuckles, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt, grazing his fingers over the dip in your hip bones in appreciation. "see, she doesn't care. she's been needy all day, and all she wants is to be near me, so we can discuss this now."

he narrows his eyes for a moment, possession glinting through his eyes. "i like to keep her close to me, anyways," he likes that best. the world is a scary place, with too many things that could take you away from him.

scaramouche flicks the tag on your collar, making ei clear her throat to convey how awkward this is for her. "so tell me your plan? you want into hack a whole political office here, scaramouche. it's not a task you can just think up on the fly. not at the heavy cost that's at stake--"

scaramouche scoffs, and cuts her off. "look, i have a plan, okay," he picks up a single flashdrive, and holds it up to his webcam for ei to see, "dottore can't be allowed to take office, ei. he will destroy his city, and then the whole country when he runs for president. all i need is this flash drive."

now it's ei's turn to scoff, "that flashdrive? with your older hacking program on it? how are you going to use an older system on state of the art computers that probably know how to combat yours?"

scaramouche rolls his eyes again. "blah blah blah, do you hear how stupid she sounds?" he looks at you as he cups your jaw, "i don't think she knows just how serious i am taking this?" he presses a quick kiss on your lips.

you smile softly at him before you look at ei. "look, i told you scara has a plan. i know you want to help, but please, he has it handled," you bury your face in his neck, your confidence in him is very visible.

scaramouche is purring inside. your focused loyalty, and confidence in him makes his heart skip a beat. it also makes his cock ache. your worship is so adorable. seeing his webcam is angled perfectly, hiding his hand, he it dips up your skirt.

he pushes his fingers inside your panties, circling your clit. his pretty pet deserves a reward. you sigh shakily as his pads of fingers stimulate your clit, making you shudder as you part legs for him.

scaramouche twirls the flashdrive between the fingers of his free hand, massaging your clit with the other while he talks, "this flash drive is all i need to take down the firewall not only in dottore's computer, but everyone on his campaign. i will have released every dark thing has done to the internet, and every major newspaper in the city by the time he glazes himself in front of the mirror in the morning."

"just let me help you--" ei begins, but scaramouche cuts her off again.

"what do you think, kitten? i gave her one job, do you think she did it?" he kisses you again, gently pinching your clit.

"i dunno, maybe?" your thighs tremble as your walls flutter around nothing. desperation clouds your eyes as you bury your face in his neck again. you are trying very hard not to moan as he teases your throbbing clit.

"of course i did," ei replies, sighing as she loses her patience, "10pm is when dottore's computers go offline for maintenance. you will have two hours only "

you struggle to stay still in scaramouche's lap, biting your lip to swallow your whine. you are going to cum, and you are powerless in his lap. you tremble as he teases his fingers against your hole. "sc-scara, maybe we should go," you manage to say, your thighs shaking.

scaramouche smirks. "i'll call you when i am done. byee," he sticks his tongue out at ei, and ends the video call. now it is time for him to play.

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[tscamver]

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[flwrxiao]

you guys know what i love? a man who makes noise.

a man who isn't afraid to whine, moan, groan, you name it. and nothing turns you on more than your sweet boyfriend leaning over you, trying so hard to fuck you properly but you just feel so, so good around him. he can't get a single word out, not one moment of praise, he's completely overtaken by you and how amazing you feel.

absolutely ravishing, the way he fully indulges himself in the searing bliss of intimacy. he can't help but cry out broken whines of your name every time your hips sink onto his. he holds onto you so tightly, like you'd be reduced to nothing but a fleeting dream if he were to let go.

"mmmh...mm! baby, s' so good... so tight, all for me..."

you hear him the best when he's got you bent over, back arched over you, pounding into you from behind. each buck of his hips sends the absolute cutest ripples through your body, and he just can't help but moan at the sight of it. he's leaned over you, chin resting on your shoulder, whining and breathing sweetness right into your ear.

"aah, n..need more, little more f'me baby, please... mm!"

even when you're apart, he'll make sure you know exactly how much he misses you. you'll be receiving voicenotes and video clips of him touching himself, fisting his cock with such desperation that you can't help but feel bad that you aren't there to help him.

"need you here... mm- need you, m'body needs you... can't take it.. mmh!"

your sweet boy, with the sweetest voice, all yours.

i'd insert: DAZAI, VARKA, CHOSO, CHUUYA, WRIOTHESLEY, KAZUHA, GOJO, SYLUS, CALEB + all your favs <3

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[swansolstce]

Varka is the kind of grandmaster who would volunteer to join patrols around the city, and while the older knights assume it’s just another antic in avoiding paperwork, the more novice knights would think him humble. Diligent even, in how admirable it is for a knight of such rank to join them on such mundane duties…

But as it happens, it’s the route that intrigues him, for there always seems to be something suspicious lurking in the alley by your house. (It’s just a coincidence. He swears.) And as the esteemed grandmaster it’s only right that he investigate himself…if only investigating meant insisting he’d catch up shortly as he dips into the shadows, pulled into its dark embrace by your fingers tugging on the hem of his coat. Dragging him away before grasping onto the collar of his shirt, and pulling him in until his lips find its place on yours.

Varka kisses you in honeyed complacence — sweet, but no less passionate, as he follows your lead. One step back, for every one of your tiptoed steps forward; like a dance, where just a quick pivot has your back pressed against the alley wall as he takes back the lead.

“Not to alarm you,” he reports between his kisses, “but there's a fiend hiding in this very alley.” A strong arm rests against the wall, caging you on one side, effectively shielding your face from any curious eyes that might wander in from the rest of the world.

You pull away briefly, tilting up to meet him in his playful gaze. “Really now,” you wonder aloud, feigning surprise.

"Oh yeah," he quips back. “They're real good...” His voice drops an octave, as he leans in close, pressing a quick kiss to the juncture behind your ear, before sucking—hard—and leaving a lasting mark on the skin. You release a quivering breath as your grip tightens around his sleeve, while that same sensation begins to stir at your core.

“...but I think I've got'em pinned.” Whatever restraint left in his body fades away, and you recall why they call him the Knight of Boreas.

In one smooth movement, a large hand curves over your rear—gliding down to the flesh underside of your thigh and lifting it up while his knee settles into its newfound place between your legs. Varka lurches forward, slotting his mouth over yours in a deeper, greedier kiss. One that forces you to shift your tether from his sleeves to his hair, as your fingers weave through his golden tresses... Anything to have him closer.

And Varka groans in response, hips grinding into you whilst his teeth graze against your bottom lip. He’d think himself in Nod-Krai again, the way the push-pull of your lips are drawn to each other like magnetic attraction, fighting to connect in spite of the increasing need for air.

“V-Varka…” you whisper, breaking away first. That breathless sound of his name is so sweet, as it falls from your lips, that he takes the initiative to move his kisses in a sloppy expedition down the length of your neck.

“Varka,” you say again, this time stronger, more urgent. Enough to prompt his attention back to your gaze, his sharp eyes nearly clouded with desire.

Nearly.

It quickly dissipates as the heavy rhythm of armored footsteps rounds the corner, signaling the end of your little rendezvous. Groaning, he slumps his head into that nook at the base of your neck in a dramatic show of exasperation.

“Y’think they’ll come looking for me?” he tries.

“I think they’ll definitely wonder what sort of suspicious fiend has got the Grandmaster’s hands so full.”

“Right…” Varka straightens, clearing his throat. “Best to keep this,” his thumb swipes away the smudge of ruined lipstick staining the corner of your lips, “…all to myself.”

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