ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿 !

xiao in heat? but like cat hybrid xiao.

LISTEN because contrary to popular belief xiao would be SUCH a horny little kitty,,

he's literally a virgin but when you actually help him during his first heat you're just so gentle with him and so sweet to him he falls in love with you all over again.

unbeknownst to you though, this corrupted your cute kitty.

he doesn't care what you're doing - cooking, cleaning, watching tv on the couch. you could just be getting home and stepping through the door, it doesn't really matter - xiao latches onto you immediately, licking and kissing your face affectionately.

now while this seems sweet and innocent at first, the way he subtly humps you doesn't go unnoticed.

it doesn't take long for him to get hard either, the bit of friction and your scent is driving him crazy already.

loud purring is coming from him, his whole body vibrating as he tries to keep from making sounds more akin to mewling than moaning, his small hips stuttering against what part of your body he's humping.

"y-y/n...l-let's make love."

and this is how it always goes.

now, let me explain: when you first helped xiao through his heat, it stirred something inside him. he's never been intimate with anyone before, or had himself exposed in front of someone - yet everything you said and everything you did made him feel incredibly loved in his vulnerable state. and he loved every second of it.

the most intimate and raw form of love - he concluded that that's what sex is.

he wants you to feel his love and wants to feel yours.

so now you're stuck with an unbelievably horny kitty that won't be able to sleep without having had his cummies <333

it's like he's ALWAYS in heat.

can NEVER get enough of you.

he'd also NEVER refer to sex as, well, sex. it's always 'making love' or maybe 'mating'.

if you were to call it 'fucking' though, he'd get so so embarrassed! please tease him by talking dirty like that, he'd literally start squirming,,

VERY vocal and sensitive boy, I could keep talking about him endlessly,,

Remember that one thirst about scara and Xiao fighting over creator LIKE WE RESPECT NEED AN ACTUAL SMUT ABOUT IT

Authors note: I LOVE this kind of stuff. We need more threesomes in SAGAU.

CW: Jealousy, yandere themes, double penetration, afab reader, gn pronouns, fainting, rough sex, blowjobs, breeding, SAGAU, praise, degradation, attempted aftercare, not proof read

You had just recently introduced the both of them and tried to make them get along. It felt like you were trying to get feral cats to bond. Xiao had been around far longer than Scara, and it bothered him that he had to share you.

When you brought Scaramouche home the first thing Xiao did was grab you. He was in defense mode, why was another man touching you??? He thought for sure you were being brainwashed. Once you explained the situation, Xiao was still furious. How dare you bring home another man, and expect them to “get along”?

You were worried about your sex life with the both of them around. You already had enough issues with Xiao fucking your brains out when another man looked at you. You didn’t think Xiao would be able to watch you kiss Scara without ripping him to shreds. You tried to start out slow, by having them both sleep in the same bed as you. You should have known slow and steady isn’t Scara’s thing. If you constantly insist you can’t to anything with Xiao around, he’ll fuck you in the middle of the night while everyone else is sleeping.

You began to feel guilty for doing all of this without Xiao’s knowledge, so you asked him to participate. When the day finally came that they were both willing to try a threesome, they were as jealous as ever. Both so determined to make you love them by making you cum more than the other.

Xiao desperately gripped at your chin, forcing your lips to connect with his. Loud wet noises echoing through the room as he placed open mouthed kisses against you. Between breaths you could hear him growling and panting repeating “Mine.”

Annoyed at the fact your lips were occupied, Scara made his way to your chest. He didn’t bother taking off your clothes normally. He tore at the fabric, the buttons on your shirt popped apart and revealed your chest to him. He didn’t waste any time before taking your nipple into his mouth. He used his free hand to toy with your other nipple. He lightly bit at your chest earning a muffled scream from you.

Xiao pulled away from your lips with a sigh, he tugged at your underwear frantically. Out of instinct, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Scara pulled away from your nipple with a loud pop noise, before holding your hands together above your head. Xiao spat on your clit and rubbed slow circles around it before getting shoved out of the way.

“You’re in my way, move.”

Scara snarled and tried to situate his way in between your thighs. He started with kissing up your thighs in order to tease you. You could feel his hot breath against your heat and it was driving you mad. He slowly dragged his tongue up your folds and pulling away as soon as you reached for more.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve been serving the creator far longer than you, only I know what they like.”

Xiao tried to move Scara’s face out of the way but he refused to budge. Both of the boys’ cheeks were pressed up against one another, both shoving and pushing trying to get an advantage on tasting you. Their tongues quickly moved all over your pussy, both watching your facial expressions to see which spots made you squeal the most.

Xiao’s pace was aggressive and fast, sucking at your clit with no intentions of stoping until you were screaming. Scara’s pace was painfully slow, it was meant to torture you, and have you rub against him for more. The intense friction had you gripping their hair, trying to pull them off of you.

You tried to close your legs, but they stopped you. Xiao got annoyed at your attempt to halt his movements, so he shoved two fingers in you. He watched as you dug your elbows in the mattress, trying to pull yourself away. It was impossible for you to close your legs, both of their body weight was pressed up against your legs. Once they were satisfied Xiao lined himself up with your entrance, nails piercing your thighs trying to stabilize himself.

Once he made his way into you, his grip loosened. He ran his fingertips over the indents from his nails scattered across your thighs. He stretched you out without warning, his cock separating your gummy walls. No matter how many times you fucked Xiao, he still acted like a virgin. His tongue always rolled out of his mouth at the slightest movements, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. He was doing his best to ram into your cervix, in hopes that he can pull your attention away from Scara.

Scara harshly dug his fingertips into the softness of your face, looking directly into your eyes. He made sure that no matter how good Xiao made you feel, you couldn’t turn your attention away from him.

“Does he fuck you better that I do?” He asked with a cynical smile on his face.

You stuttered barely able to get out an answer. There was barely any blood left in your head, all of it had rushed to your pussy. You opened your mouth to form an answer but got interrupted by a particularly hard thrust. His eyes narrowed as he began to smirk, he knew you wouldn’t be able to answer.

“Yes- wait- No! I-I don’t know..I can’t….”

He laughed at you, and rubbed the tip of his cock against your bottom lip.

“Wrong answer, doll.”

He applied pressure to your jaw forcing you to open your mouth. He took advantage of the small opening and stuffed his dick as far down your throat as he could. You could barely breathe, the wind was getting knocked out of you with every swing of the boys’ hips. Xiao hitting your cervix repeatedly, while Scara bruised the back of your throat. The feeling was painful but so intoxicating.

“You’re doing a terrible job. Didn’t anyone teach you that your supposed to apply suction during blowjobs?”

As much as you tried you just couldn’t focus on sucking him with the way Xiao was plowing into you. You did your best, but just ending up drooling over him. He grabbed your throat and squeezed it, allowing the area around his cock to tighten. You choked and teared up, pushing against his hips in hopes to have some room to breathe. Xiao grabbed your arms and held them behind your back, using them as a handle to fuck you harder.

Xiao rutted up against you as fast as he could, rapidly chasing his orgasm. He couldn’t be bothered to pull out so he came as deep in you as he could. Scara noticed and demanded they switch positions so he could cum in you too. As soon as Scara got in you, he tried to find the right angle to hit your favorite spot. His cock rubbed up against your fucked out walls and caused you to let out uncontrollable moans.

As much as he wanted to taunt Xiao by railing you into the bed, he just couldn’t. The familiar bubbling feeling in his stomach threatening to leak out of his cock stopped him. He instead switched to long slow strokes, while still trying to go as deep as he could.

“Are you trying to put them to sleep?”

Xiao felt a sense of accomplishment seeing how Scara wasn’t keeping up with his pace. Scaramouche ignored the insult and continued with his slow pace. The contrast between his movements and Xiao’s previous rough pace had you gripping onto him, begging for more. The more he started to get into it, the more he pushed Xiao out of the picture. He grabbed your face and kissed you so Xiao couldn’t use your throat, and always kept his hand on your clit.

Xiao eventually got enraged and man handled you away. He positioned you on top of him and shoved himself back deep inside you. He had you lean up against him so Scara could have access to your hole too. You screamed and grasped at Xiao’s shoulders desperately trying to prepare yourself for the intense stretch.

Neither of the boys thought that you could get any tighter, the feeling of you clenched around them made them go crazy. Scaramouche bounced you up and down, watching as both cocks slid in and out of you. His eyes were fixated on you, and he couldn’t look away. Xiao brushed your hair out of your face and told you how good you were doing, while Scara repeatedly smacked your ass telling you how much of a whore you were. The difference between their words was overwhelming your brain. Both your mind and body were exhausted.

You were already on your nth orgasm, and you could feel your body slowly start to shut down. You passed out, but neither of them noticed. They continued rutting into you with no restraint like wild animals. Soon enough you were dripping cum from all of your holes. Xiao checked your face, only to see you were completely out of it.

Both he and Scara carried you to the shower, one trying to hold you up while the other washed you off. For your sake, both were doing their best to ignore the fact they were still rock hard. You slowly opened your eyes to see the both of them, still naked, arguing over who made you moan more. They were changing the sheets while yelling insults about the others performance. When they noticed you had woken up they helped you over to the newly made bed. You sleepily settled down and tried to pull the covers over you before getting jerked to the left.

Xiao had a death grip on your waist and had no intentions of sharing. Scara grabbed your arm and tried to maneuver your body from Xiao’s grip. It continued all night, you constantly being pulled back and forth, and one of the boys occasionally trying to slip his cock into you again. They often sounded like children arguing over who likes the TV show more. In the middle of the night you’d hear whispering along the lines of

“I swear to celestia if you don’t let me hold them, I won’t hesitate to wipe out Liyue.”

“Know your place, puppet.”

Be prepared to be asked who your favorite is. It doesn’t matter if you tell them you love them equally, they will still try to pry a “real” answer out of you.

i think we can all agree that kunikuzushi is the biggest tittie lover in existence that man loves boobs n i know it

So true though!! I believe that any men with mommy issues likes boobies <3333

[cw: afab reader, he licks reader's nip at the end, this is an au where the fatui stuff didn't happen and reader whisked him away from tatarasuna to narukami island and he healed through reader's guidance, implied smut at the end]

@midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @fluffyganyu, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril

"Hehe, you look comfortable, Kuni."

If you listen closely, you could hear a sort of purring sound coming from the doll. His fair face displays a blissful expression, as if he'd forgotten any and all tribulations of this world, choosing to bury those trivial concerns away in favour of enjoying this moment. When this cute, innocent doll nuzzles his face in between your breasts, you don't even mind the hand that slides up from your waist to cup one of your mounds.

"That's because they are soft…like pillows."

Kunikuzushi seems proud of that realisation; as if he discovered something new and profound.

He looks up at you for approval, indigo irises picking up sparkles in the Inazuman sun. You caress his face, feeling a slight warmth in his blush-tinted cheeks.

"Do you feel embarrassed to touch me like this?"

The puppet shifts, avoiding your gaze. "A little. This feels…intimate."

You chuckle. "Oh but Kuni, we've done plenty of other intimate things."

"I know that but," he hesitates. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, not at all! In fact, it makes me happy that you like my breasts so much!"

Kunikuzushi relaxes and returns to his rightful place: his face flush against your boobs. He rubs against you like a cat marking its territory and it's then when something snaps inside you.

"I'm going to do something a bit rough, okay?"

Kunikuzushi tilts his head but before he could ask, your hands gently grab at his scalp before you completely smothered him with your boobs.

"Mmf?!"

Kunikuzushi panics for a moment before he realises that he doesn't need to breathe and wraps his arms around your waist to pull himself closer. Your scent, your warmth, your softness feels so overwhelmingly good that he can't help but go red. And your praises and coos as you pat his head doesn't help. The doll goes slack and you immediately let go of him.

"Kuni?! Kuni, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I thought that–"

The puppet pushes you to the ground, cutting off your worried rambling. He leans down, tongue darting out to lick your clothed nipple.

"(Name), can I feel you more?"

I mourneth not f'r thee! Pt.3

Yandere Diluc

Tw: angst, self-hate.

Note: not proofread.

Wc : 1k

Previous

Drowning in guilt and sorrow, Jean tentatively left her office to walk through the gently lit streets. Steps hesitant and face frowning, Jean's gloved hands touched Angel's Share's wooden door. Being near it hurt; being close to where Diluc often spent his time and knowing that she'd be miles away from her hurt; being able to hear your sweet voice speaking so casually to people burnt her heart with pain; being so, so close to being able to see you, feel you and admire you, yet unable to do so hurt her too.

She hadn't expected to feel such ways towards you, but you were so sweet, so considerate to everyone. You were the soft breeze of gratefulness and kindness.

With shaky movements, Jean pushed open the door and was greeted by the warm, bubbly atmosphere of the tavern and your bright smile that greeted her through the mass.

How could you still smile so gently to her after the pain she caused you? It felt wrong, yet right in many ways.

"Jean!" you waved at her, warmly welcoming her to the tavern. "Please come in, I'll serve you right away. "

Jean pursed her lips, hesitant to approach you after she coldly rejected your candidacy, but she thought that she should probably listen to whatever you wanted, it'd alleviate her regret by a smidgen. Sitting on the designated seat, her shaky hands laid on her thighs as she watched you mix a few substances that confused her. Jean hadn't said a single word since she walked in, neither a greeting nor an order, but you worked like you knew what she wanted. Her eyes watched your elegant movements, passing and shuffling drinks to make this cocktail Jean hadn't seen - maybe it wasn't even a cocktail, it could be juice.

With nimble hands, you poured the content into a glass cup and added a straw. You wore an excited smile, eyes wide expecting her to taste the condition you made and tell you her opinion on it.

Your smile, as brilliant as it first was, urged Jean to place the straw between her pink lips and drink the mix. She didn't know what to expect from it, once a rainbow-like drink turned to a calming colour, her eyes were clouded with hesitance and fingers twitching nervously. With the first gulp, she realized how the drink washed away all her doubt and fear, it was a soft, yet wild taste, it was sugary sweet - like tea - and it didn't have the lingering taste of alcohol. She turned to you, face displaying wonder and confusion, it made your smile widen.

"What drink is this?" she softly spoke, voice low and incredibly low.

"It's a mix of juice and calming tea," you started, picking up the metal cup you used to mix. "I know you like tea and mildly sweet drinks, you looked stressed and nervous, so I thought that I could whip you up something to relax. How is it? Do you like it?"

She glanced down at her hands, you knew she was stressed and still cared after the heartbreak she caused you. Your kindness and selflessness warmed her heart.

"I like it, it's perfect, thank you, (Name)."

She bowed her head, her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would leap out of her chest, palpating si strongly that she could feel the blood rush throughout her body; what was this strong feeling of happiness, something good and sweet. Her heart has beaten for someone other than Diluc; maybe it was a romantic feeling, or a platonic one, but all she knew and wanted, was to have this warmth.

Perhaps she doesn't deserve it, from what the burning hole behind her head showed, Diluc kept glaring at her from the moment she entered, watching her like a hawk.

Even if she didn't deserve it, a small part of her wanted to be selfish and demand this calmness and gentleness - she wanted what Diluc had.

She'd need to atone for her mistakes first, baby steps towards the warmth she just felt. You might forgive her faster than Diluc, you were more forgiving than him, whose eyes burned with unforgiving ambers.

"I must apologize, (Name). I- for what I did to you, I was being selfish- envious and acted out," she stammered, voice filled with remorse and regret. "It was unprofessional and vain of me- I'm sorry, I am. Could- could you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Her heart pumped loudly in her ears, she waited for your answer. She didn't know how to apologize to you properly, she had made many to others on behalf of the knights, but never for herself. What if her apology wasn't direct enough? Or maybe it wasn't as soft or nicer as you expected? Or maybe-

"Pff-"

Stifled laughter brought her back from her deep thoughts.

"You worry too much, Jean," you started, the same grin on your face as you had since you greeted her. " I forgave you the night it happened, you don't have to worry so much. That's why I gave you the juice, for you to relax and here you are! Stressing on something so insignificantly small!"

You pouted, frowning at Jean with a childish face. It made Jean's eyes go wide and a blush crept up her cheeks; the dark glare directed at her face worsened, Diluc saw everything from the back of the tavern.

"I even told Diluc not to bother you! And do you know what he does the next day? He goes and does the exact opposite of what I told him not to! I'm sorry if he said or did anything offensive, he's just so blunt with his words. He can be mean sometimes, no? You don't have to lie, be honest, Diluc can be really mean sometimes!"

She listened to you rant about Diluc's 'mean' side, it was new, it was- it was refreshing. She liked it. Maybe if Jean visited more often, she'd get to see and feel this more often. Maybe she might just come by more often.

But Diluc didn't.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓

— albedo, kaeya, & kazuha x f!reader | minors dni.

[ no pronouns for reader used! ]

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering (kaeya’s), overstimulation (albedo’s), edging (kaeya’s & kazuha’s), masturbation (kazuha’s), slight dacryphilia, use of words ‘cunt’ / ‘cunny’

note from heart: the brain rot i’ve been having over these three specifically is insane,,,

❥ — ALBEDO :

he can’t help but be so infatuated at the sight of you shuddering as his lips press lightly against your swollen, twitching clit. using the tip of his tongue, he flicks at the very sensitive bud, his eyes never leaving your expression. the way your face contorts with such ecstasy, the way tears coat your lashes so perfectly, the pained moans leaving your mouth— it all makes the feeling of his pants tighten around his length.

“albedo,” you whimper, squirming underneath his touch, trying so hard to run away from him. but albedo knows you better than that. he knows you love the feeling of coming undone on his tongue, he knows how badly you want more of him, he knows that all you want is for him to capture you so he can devour you more.

the grip on your hips tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing into your plush skin. your movements still, but your cunt continues to leak right in front of him. he presses another sweet kiss to your clit, listening to the angelic gasp that leaves past your lips. “one more time for me, sweetheart.. i know you want it.”

❥ — KAEYA :

the wet sounds from your cunt practically echo inside his office. the squelching noises making the perfect harmony to the sounds of his tongue lapping up your juices. your whining and cries of pleasure the melody to put it all together. the taste of your pleasure flat against his tongue makes his cock twitch with excitement.

he knows he’s the only one who will ever make you feel this good with just his mouth and his fingers. the way he curls his fingers upward into the perfect spot deep inside you is incomparable to even your own. your gooey walls clenching around his fingers as he sucks languidly on your clit.

“kaeya, i’m— ah! ‘m close,” you moan, your back arching off the wooden desk he laid you out on. he grins against you, curling his fingers upwards once more before pulling them out of you. releasing his mouth from your drooling sex and pressing a teasing kiss against your clit. your eyes shoot open, tears welling up, and kaeya can’t help but chuckle. “you are just so,” he pauses briefly to rub slow circles on your clit. “so, so pretty like this.”

❥ — KAZHUA :

as poetic and loving your boyfriend is, he truly loves watching you writhe under his touch. with your legs propped up on his shoulders and his face buried deep into your cunt, his eyes never leave your face. all scrunched up in pleasure, he just can’t help but reach down as stroke his hardening cock.

his tongue pumps in and out of you, casually curling upwards, earning the prettiest cries from you. you look down at him, glossy eyed and dazed. he smirks against you, moaning as your eyes meet. he pulls his tongue out to lap at your clit, sucking on it feverishly. your hips buck up, grinding against him for more friction, and the tip of his cock can’t help but leak with pre.

he pulls away, watching your expression change so quickly. you practically whine at the loss of his touch, but the sound only makes him even harder. “kazu,” you plead, spreading yourself once more for him. he hums in delight, leaning down to place a kiss on your clit and listening to a soft gasp leave past your lips. he stands, letting you watch him pump himself before guiding the tip of his cock up and down your slick folds. “you’re so needy, darling.. and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

"KUNIKUZUSHI! Don't you dare ignore me, I don't care if your henchmen hear me yelling!"

notes: yandere, forced marriage, some misogny and classism

You would never claim that your husband was known for his delicacy, yet the word delicate is what comes to mind as his entire being immediately pivots and begins stepping towards you in one fluid, horribly graceful motion. His steps are light; almost a mimicry of ordinary steps, doll-like, and if it weren’t for the bells on his hat, no one would hear him coming. You aren’t the only one who has been surprised on occasion by his sudden appearances.

Yet the delicacy of his movements are utterly betrayed by the ugly frown twisted on his beautiful face. You only have the luxury of focusing on it for a few moments before he grips the collar of your dressing gown and yanks you toward him in one harsh, swift movement.

“Have you lost your senses, woman?” The words are hissed low. “I did not give you my name so you could shriek it out like some ragged pauper screaming at her chickens.”

Your lips press together in a grim line. Oh, yes, you were used to his insults about your heritage, all wrapped in his unfortunate desire to present you to the world--but mostly to himself--as some sort of ethereal noblewoman’s wife. All quiet grace and charm.

Yet it wasn’t the life you were born into, nor did such lofty manners come easily to you. They seemed rather pointless at times, especially since you eventually realized that he liked you best when you were at ease in private, eager to engage with him on a more intimate level than any noblewoman would ordinarily do for her dear husband. It was all a show, one you both put on to different degrees.

“Yet you did give me your name to use,” and the small dip of your head as you speak is both a mockery of the manners he’s instilled in you and a gesture ingrained through months of tedious, irritating training. “And I saw fit to use it thus, since I was speaking to you as my husband, and not my lord.”

“Am I not both?” He muses, and his voice is tight, but the fingers gripping the fabric of your gown loosen anyway. “You certainly know better than to raise your voice to your lord and husband. Are you so ill-trained?” He lifts your chin with a finger, chiding, but there’s a bit of warm teasing in his voice that contrasts against the  coolness of his skin.

You know enough about Scaramouche to know that the situation is on its way to defusing significantly, if not entirely, and you know exactly how to present yourself to soothe the electric irritation you’ve sparked with your outburst.

You lean your chin forward, guiding him to take your face in his hand, and he does. Your eyelashes flutter and you look at him with as much pleading as you can summon.

“Will you answer the question I asked, then, instead of leaving me without another word?” And if your tone becomes softer, if your voice is tinged with something akin to neediness and loneliness, it’s not entirely for show. “Please, my lord, my husband…” 

You wait, for effect, before dealing your finishing blow in a tone far sweeter than the one you used to keep him here earlier. “Kunikuzushi?”

He regards you with eyes that have taken in every inch of your body a thousand times. Sometimes you wonder if he has the power to read minds or to see inside souls. You don’t ask, because the answer might just frighten you.

“All right. We’ll pass through your village once. I expect there to be tributes. And don’t imagine that you’ll be staying for more than an hour or so.”

Your smile is far more gracious than the limitations he’s placed on you, but you don’t mind. Perhaps you can talk him into more later.

“Thank you, my lord.”

He gives your chin a harsh squeeze before letting it drop.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. I’m not a fool. I agreed only to spare myself more of your shrewish behavior.”

“Of course, husband,” you say, watching him leave.

He is not a fool, it’s true. But neither are you.

Yandere Creep! Scara who sets up cameras in your bedroom…

While checking the live footage one night, he finally gets to see you masturbating, so ofc like the gross perv he is, he excitingly takes this chance to jerk off….but something catches him off guard and has him pause his movement? Did you say something? He’ll need to replay that..

Did you just moan his name?

This took way longer then it should have, even though it’s short 💀

God knows how he snuck in to place them, or how small they’d have to be so you don’t notice,— probably climbed into your window when he knew you would be out for a decent amount of time, and hid very small cameras behind your shelves and ornaments— as well as making sure he got just the absolute perfect placement where he had access to view every single angle of you.

The first few nights that he has the live footage of your room pulled up on his computer are slow— you’re just doing ordinary stuff like studying at your desk for hours, or leaning up against your bed frame while you scroll through your phone. Repetitive activity that anyone would yawn at, but not him. Not Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who stares at your every movement through the screen with a small and content smile on his face. How he’d sit at his desk for hours, with the only time he’d look away being to rub the blur out of his eyes and to use the restroom.

You’re just so fucking adorable without even knowing it, he thinks. Every time you get up and walk out of the room to grab or do something, his eyes are carefully following your figure like a hawk— praying that you hurry up and come back into frame where he could see you, because he didn’t have enough cameras to put around your whole house. God, he just gets so excited watching you that he can’t help but let’s his hands wander down into his pants and start jerking off the boner you unknowingly had caused him.

How he’d grip his nails into the arm of his chair in desperation and thrust his hips up to counter the pace of his hand, throwing his head back and sobbing out your name in lots of pathetic, shallow whimpers when he squirts his load of cum all over his keyboard. His breath is inconsistent as he rides out his emotive orgasm, face flushed into a deep shade of vermillion with beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead to his neck. But not once. Not once do his eyes leave you as you sit quietly at your desk, with a towel wrapped snugly around your body and drops of water occasionally rolling down your glowing skin.

He bet you smelled like heaven its damn self, and he wanted nothing more then to be sitting beside you and stuffing his face into the crease of your neck to breath in your heavenly aroma— but sitting behind a screen and watching you from behind a camera was enough for him, for now. Scaramouche slightly adjusts in his chair and watches in anticipation as you stand up from your own seat and stalk over towards your bed, stopping right in front of the edge of it.

His slight curiosity quickly morphs into full faced shock when your hand reaches up to your towel to slowly untie it— and he physically feels his breath stop as the material almost elegantly falls from your body and dropping to the floor under your feet. He’s stunned, eyes blown wide and with each second that passes, he can feel how his heart rate quickly increases by the beat. “Oh… my fu— fucking god.” He staggers, his cock physically twitching in to the palm of his hand. You’re naked,

Jaw slacked, Scaramouche— who’s still in his state of shock, stares so intently as your ass allures him in almost teasingly when it sways side to side as you crawl into the middle of your bed, and lay back comfortably onto the mattress. Perfect, you looked absolutely perfect as your hands trailed down your skin and towards your— your… wait a minute, are you about to do what he think you’re about to do? He leans in so close where his head is almost touching his monitor, his hands planting on the desk surface to keep him from toppling over out of excitement— and trying so hard not to blink until you finally…

Finally bring your hand down to your thighs and spread them apart ever so slightly so your fingers can slip in between and access your pussy. He moans, a full fledged moan falls from his lips when you start teasing your cute little clit with your fingers. “Fuck, fuck, no fucking way—” is this real? Finally, what he’s been waiting for this entire time, for you to finally (and unknowingly) show him that filthy side you’ve been hiding away.

His hands are quick to reach back down to his cock, before he quickly starts to masturbate again— this time however, he has something to look at while he does so. His hand is moving at an almost inhumane speed up and down his shaft, and he knows that if you keep it up— toying with your cunt and laying so erotic looking on your bed— he won’t last for much longer.

God you sounded so fucking cute too. When you’d let out little whimpers as you slowly start to insert a finger inside your hole, Scaramouche is grunting out your name and pretending you’re making those sounds right next to his ear while he fucks into you. How you’d let out small whines and use your free hand to play with your nipples, his tongue flops out of his mouth and glides over his bottom lips to imagine he were the one doing it. The whole sight of you touching your self just has him so hot and heavy that he can’t help but grip onto his cock harder then normal and tug at it like it was going to run away.

Just as Scaramouche is about to cum, as he’s hunched so far forward and sobbing out your name in a broken tone— he hears a static sound from the audio of the camera, before your cute little voice enters his ears again. He has to pause, the rapid movement of his hand stops along the shaft of his cock as well. What was that? Was he hearing things, or did you really just—

“Mmhm— Scara!”

Oh, wow.

“Ah…” it takes a while to register, his brain racking for an answer before it finally clicks. You just… moaned his name… while you’re playing with your pretty cunt with those pretty little fingers, thinking about him. Only him, no one else. “Oh… my fucking fuck!”

Yeah… Scaramouche has never cum so hard in his life before.

Also rushed to see if he was screen recording or not. Imagine his anger if he wasn’t l m a o 💀

— meant to be yours. 

pairing: yandere!kazuha / fem!reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 2.5k (this was supposed to be short smh)

warnings: yandere, noncon, manipulation, misogyny (not a lot but it’s there), somnopholia, physical abuse, choking (not in a kinky way), non consensual drugging, mind break, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie, oral (receiving), vaginal fingering

summary: when you met kazuha you’re immediately enamored by him. He listens, he cares, brings you gifts, he was perfect. At least that was what you thought. 

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sumeru next top model™

don’t mind me— I’m just casually spreading my megane scara agenda 😎

TW: Yandere themes, implied noncon, reader is trapped, horribly written. I need to go to bed bro 💀

Imagine trying to break up with Yandere Tighnari.

I can imagine that the scenario would go something like this. Maybe Tighnari has been neglecting you or maybe he has been too busy.

But one day you’ve decided that you had enough. You would leave him. You would leave Sumeru to start a new life.

You take a deep breathe in as you leave Tighnari a letter in his tent. Stating that you didn’t feel loved anymore and that you would leave him. Hopefully he would understand right?

Wrong.

When Tighnari found out about the letter he was furious. His tail twitched in annoyance at the thought of you leaving him. Didn’t you realize how much he loved you? In fact he wasn’t in love with you. No. He was obsessed with you.

You are so naive, Tighnari thought to himself as he gritted his teeth. Nonetheless, Tighnari ripped the letter to shreds and he went back to carry on his duties as a forest ranger.

However, the next day when you were planning on leaving, you didn’t even make it out of Gandharva Ville before you felt a piercing pain in your neck— then the next second your body fell limp. You were falling onto the ground before a warm pair of arms grabbed you preventing your body from hitting the floor.

The next day when you wake up, you’re inside Tighnari’s hut and you were laying in his bed. Your head was hurting really badly but when your mind remembered the events from the day before, you panicked.

You immediately got up and pushed the blankets as you went to the door. It wouldn’t open. It was locked shut.

Your eyes were wide as you started panicking.

No no no. This can’t be happening.

You started hanging on the door screaming for help. You were having a meltdown.

But your arms were getting tired so you decided to lay back onto Tighnari’s bed. A few minutes Tighnari came back into his room.

Tighnari explained how you weren’t leaving him and that you were going to stay with him here for the rest of your life.

Tighnari wouldn’t even let you leave in the first place. Afterall, he needed someone to mate with and make it through the mating season.

Not only that but unfortunately for you…

Foxes mate for life.

You agreed to be his too. It gets annoying for Tighnari whenever you beg him to let you leave. But you need to keep your mouth shut. Tighnari doesn’t want to hear it. He’s never letting you go.

Might as well get used to locked up along with living in the forest for the rest of your life.