Title: Damaged Goods.

loving you keeps me alive - reader x ghost!dainsleif, 4.4k

your little house in monstadt is cheap, and though there are rumours about why … you ignore them, much as you ignore the whispers that something is not quite right. instead, you think about the night-time; and the handsome blond man who comes to you in dreams.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. dubious consent. yandere behaviour, somnophilia, stalking, self-hate (dainsleif towards himself), haunting, non-consensual touching. cunnilingus, piv sex. manipulation, deaths mentioned in passing. jealousy. reader is afab, but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

[a/n: my kinktober masterlist can be found here. dain my soggy soggy beloved]

Dainsleif doesn’t think he really remembered what living felt like, until you moved in. 

Not that you can call this strange in-between existence ‘living’ - his time as a true mortal has long since passed. But as Celestia has cursed him to not move on … he has spent his years and centuries since then haunting these same four walls, unable to pass the doorway without finding himself bent over in pain. He has grown to know every plank of wood that makes up the little home in Monstadt - every creaking floorboard, the step on the stairs the landlord has replaced no less than three times because tenants kept simply putting their foot through.

Oh, others have tried to make this their home.

But Dainsleif values his privacy, and uses what little power he still has left to ensure that they do not stay for long.

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drabble: making tighnari cum just from stimulating his ears (・∀・)

Warnings: usage of aphrodisiac. pm me if im missing anything but it shouldn't. fem body reader, no 3rd person pronouns used towards reader. "Unofficial" sequel to this one. Minors and ageless blogs DNI

a/n: as a good tighnari simp, im obsessed with those ears ok, so please accept this humble drabble for these trying times

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"You're trembling more now," you gave the minimum space required for you to speak your observation, truly having fun like this. You returned your mouth to the tip of his ear as your hands rubbed on the base of it. 

You had a suspicion that your partner was close to cumming, given that he wasn't even able to answer you. 

His hips kept bucking into yours, chasing after that sweet friction with increasing desperation. You pinned his hips down.

"You're going to spoil my results, 'Nari," you whined. "After I'm done with this, I promise to do whatever you want, 'kay?" you separated from the main attraction to glance at him. 

"Please—Please, it's been minutes," his eyes were lidded; neither his bangs nor the way he averted his gaze were enough to conceal his thirst. "Don't be mean," he whimpered.

Mean? You were curious to find out if you could make him cum merely by teasing his ears. You were right now, trying to assess if the tips were more sensitive than the base. 

A copious amount of precum was leaking from his cock. You were positive that if you did as much as poke it, that would suffice to push him to climax.

You rubbed your thighs at the memory of how much he came that time.

Even as he was carrying you on his back, you could still feel the remnants trailing down your inner thighs. 

"Don't worry, I think I know how to speed this up," you said innocently, trying to hide your excitement, and returned to his adorable fox ears. "I opine that these features of yours deserve attention too. Is that really a crime?" 

Tighnari was about to say something, but all that came out was a broken moan at how, without notice, you pushed both sensitive peaks together into your mouth. 

After a potent shudder and a quivering plea, you felt some of his cum land on your thigh. 

He huffed, the adorable blush across his face, along with those desirous eyes, was nearly enough to make your heart combust. You held his warm face in your hands.

"It wasn't that bad, right?"

He glared at you for a fraction of a second. 

His eyes widened.

"Hehe, now don't get too ahead of yourself. I made you cum by sucking the ends of your ears, but I want to find out if I can do the same with the base."

"You can't be serious," he softly wailed. "Please just untie me and let me be on top,"

"Don't worry. I know another way to quicken the results," you showed him the small capsule of aphrodisiac, made of that plant from that encounter.

You placed it on your tongue and leaned down to kiss him. Five seconds into the heated kiss, the unexpected happened: Tighnari pushed further down the tiny capsule, and by reflex, you ended up swallowing it without meaning to.

The realization dawned upon on you, his eyes gleamed with renewed vigor. In the meantime you were processing what happened, he freed himself from the rope.

In the span of a blink, you found yourself pushed against the mattress, a very eager ‘Nari towered above you.

companion to an almost-god (scaramouche | wanderer)

ft. Scaramouche. Fluff. 1k words. Drabble though.

(HUGE Sumeru 3.2 spoilers)

If you were asked, ten years ago, five years ago, or even last month, on where you think you'd be now, you probably wouldn't reply with, "Archon-assigned friend to a war criminal." Yet here you are, padding up to the Sanctuary of Surasthana like it's your house, as you've done for the past month already.

Now that Scaramouche is under Nahida's care, instead of facing immediate execution for his crimes, he's instead burdened with the responsibility of making a new life for himself. And powerful as Nahida is, she can't always be the one instructing him through everything, from how to do small talk to coming to terms with his past. The sages are no help either, quivering in their boots at the very mention of the puppet that became a god — the living proof of their crime, no less. The Traveler would help, if only they weren't so busy, and old wounds are yet to heal.

So it comes down to you, a humble and longtime follower of Kusanali, to accompany Scaramouche for his stay in Sumeru. Nahida’s blessing would protect you from any… difficulties that may arise. She says that she doesn't foresee any real trouble from him, but you aren’t sure with how Scaramouche acts.

He’s either a grumpy cat or wrath incarnate whenever you’re around. Granted, you’re the one who spends the most time with him, so you’re more familiar with that anger than most.

Today, you bring a special guest to him; one that wriggles in your arms as it looks around the vast halls of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

Scaramouche hears your approach. He’s turned away from you, curled up in his corner and lost in his thoughts as he usually is. When he isn’t forced to go out to the city and interact with strangers, he can read from the infinite library of the Akademiya. So far, his only request to his stay was an opportunity to use the smithing forge sometimes.

You realize that you’ve been standing still for a while, staring at his back while the creature in your arms wiggles more insistently.

Scaramouche scoffs and turns to face you. “Another miserable task for me? What, do I have to wipe the snot off children’s noses or sing to the flowers? Is the humiliation of my defeat not enough…”

His eyes land on the creature in your arms, and blow wide open in confusion.

“What is that thing?!” He sneers.

You hold it up and let it speak.

“Name is Aragaru. This is purple Nara?”

“Purple?!” Scaramouche balks.

Aragaru shakes its head. “No, not like purple lightning anymore. Used to be like lightning: flash, smoke, faster than fire to destroy trees. But now, Nara like light blue wind after storm: fresh breeze to soothe earth after lightning.”

“What is it talking about?!”

You gently set Aragaru down, and it floats over to Scaramouche. It doesn't seem scared of him at all. Meanwhile, Scaramouche is trying to subtly scramble away from it, staring at it with a mix of disgust and fear.

Aragaru doesn't mind, wearing its goofy, crooked smile. 

"Wind after storm is calm but strays easily, wants to spread across every jungle and pond. Wind will run out if it does this. Aragaru will help Blue Wind Nara find direction for its breeze."

Scaramouche whips around to you. "Hah! Are you trying to use a… vegetable to give me life lessons, like I'm some kind of child?"

You shrug, already falling into the routine of tidying the books strewn about the room. "Aranara are more in tune with the world than any other being. If there's anyone that can help you figure things out, it's an Aranara."

When you try to clean up the books by the exit, Scaramouche suddenly grabs your wrist.

You jump back; he's wide-eyed, but not like the dark madness that he used to have. It's a warm, trembling gaze, as hesitant as a feather on your skin.

"You're– you're just going to leave it with me, like that?"

"I don't see why not. Aragaru's good at this. You know, they fought off the Marana– I mean, the Withering with the Traveler."

Scaramouche gives a frustrated sigh. "No, not the– I mean are you seriously replacing yourself? Where are you going? Are you–"

He swallows.

The hand around your wrist squeezes a little.

"Are you coming back?"

Oh.

A soft smile makes its way to your face and warms your gaze. You gently tug Scaramouche closer to you, just enough to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not retiring from being your companion," you say. "Archon-assigned job, remember?"

He huffs, but listens to you.

"Aragaru's just here because I think that connecting with nature is a great way to get used to the present. Besides, I've planned a trip for us to the jungle, and we're going to meet quite a few Aranara along the way."

"We're going outside?"

It's amazing how expressive Scaramouche has gotten lately, like clear spring water. The tinge of surprise in his voice is sweet.

You wink.

"You've gotten used to the city, admit it. I think you're ready to expand your horizons a little more. Or did I not catch you so-eagerly listening to the storyteller at the cafe last week?"

A furious blush takes over Scaramouche's face and he yanks away from you. "I did not!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"The Blue Wind Nara is as bright as Nilotpala Lotus, but shyer than floating blue fungi," Aragaru notes.

"Shut up!"

"Anyway," you cut in, "if there isn't anything else you want to bring, we can leave by lunch. Aragaru will show us the way, so long as you listen to the Aranara life lessons."

For a moment, Scaramouche is silent and flabbergasted, wondering for the nth time how he'd gotten into this situation. From a broken puppet to a god, and now – hostage of the Dendro Archon, subject to punishment of playing with children and part-timing at the cafe to "learn how to live." And now, he's supposed to go on a field trip with a talking, floating vegetable that can't even form complete sentences.

He dips his head and pulls his hat over his eyes. If he looks at your shameless, sunny smile any longer, he might melt. Disgustingly.

"This better be quick," he growls, but you easily pick up on the hidden excitement in his tone. "And I don't want any mosquitoes on me when we're in the jungle."

You dare to elbow him lightly. "That's my Scaramouche."

He scoffs, yet leans into the touch by just a little.

"Hey, none of that in the city." He scolds gently. "You don't know how many old bats have decided to call me their grandson or whatever."

"Sooo, it's fine to call you that in the jungle? What do you want: Scara, Mouche, Mouchey? Ara… like an Aranara?"

"Hell no. Call me… yes, call me… Wanderer."

"Pfft– that's so bad."

"Shut up, it's a good name!"

"Fine, fine. So you're my wanderer, then?"

He rolls his eyes. A touch of a smile at the corner of his lips. He slings a travel bag over his shoulder, hoping that you won't see his face. Hopes that you don't notice him tugging you to his side, protecting you, as you head out of the Sanctuary. Hopes that Aragaru won't point it out.

"As long as you're my Archon-assigned companion, sure."

Kinktober day 1: Yandere! Bully! Xiao x afab! Reader – overstimulation.

Warnings: general yandere themes, mentioned past stalking, implied kidnapping to a degree, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, unhealthy mindset, obsessive behavior, forced ‘relationship’, threats of violence, choking/violence, attempted escape.

Nsfw warnings: non-con, threats of pregnancy, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, overstimulation, sex toys, multiple orgasms, degradation, squirting.

Tell me if I missed any warnings. Some of these warnings will not be tagged because the filter system will automatically be hidden from search results, so read the warnings that are typed out on this post very carefully before proceeding.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the actions or behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be considered romantic or even normal as it extremely toxic and dangerous.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Wordcount: 2365k

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Hi! Could you write yandere headcanons for a mountain of smiling bodies?

⸸ T-01-75 (The Mountain of Smiling Bodies Yandere Headcanons) ⸸

(No Face went through rough times to be in Lobotomy Corporation...)

"From the death of hundreds, a single monstrosity was born."

⸸ The countless faces covering its body would appear inconceivable to anyone who looked at them. Withering, eyeless, and pale with death, it would be a miracle if anyone recognizes any of them to be their colleague's.

⸸ But just because humans couldn't, it didn't mean that the creature couldn't recognize any them. In fact, T-01-75 knew every single agent working in the facility, including the ones covering its body.

And you might just be the new addition to its collection.

⸸ T-01-75's obsession with a specific person would be rooted in the sole fact that it cannot eat them.

⸸ Try as it might, they were too durable, somehow always managing to best the Abnormality before it could pin them down and devour them.

⸸ Nothing says true love like wanting to be your darling's only killer.

⸸ T-01-75 would know its darling's scent, and would recognize it the moment another Abnormality dares to hurt them.

⸸ It's already bad enough for any and all agents to come to its containment unit injured (doing so will definitely lower the Qlipoth Counter).

⸸ But if you were someone T-01-75 is particularly attached to, it is 100% guaranteed that seeing any sort of injury on you will immediately send it on a roaring rampage of revenge (after it eats you, of course).

God forbid it if you were to die.

⸸ Will give you it's 'Smile' gift solely because it thinks your body is too weak. His gift gives you extra HP, and regardless of how your fortitude is, T-01-75 will always see you as fragile and fleeting.

⸸ Fleeting, because even though it can be hurt, maimed, and reduced to nothingness, T-01-75 will always live on.

⸸ So long as there are corpses, so long as there is meat and blood in this world, it will always come back.

⸸ But what about you? You, who is more than just the blood and flesh and bones that make up your body?

⸸ You would be gone.

⸸ Is it really difficult at all to understand why it wants to keep as much of your remains for itself?

RIP Kaeya Alberich who died from electro charge when he was fighting an electro lawachurl on water

can i order a fluffy smutty yandere male housewife x CEO darling?

cw. delusion, sexual themes, surveillance, yandere themes

is a dog in human form. he could be seen more as your caretaker rather than your partner. with the way he does everything and anything for you. gently, though reluctantly, wakes you on weekdays for your work. prepares meals and drinks for you, all of them containing his saliva and other fluids of his. cleans your room, not before drowning his senses in your smell, this usually results in him lying belly down on your side of the bed with his face smushed against your pillow as his hands work his member. spending the day cleaning the house, the clothes, redoing certain areas that are in need of organising and all the while he’ll do that while listening to you going about your day through the hearing device stitched in your clothes.

if he has spare time, he’ll reward himself by making a small lunch while watching recent tapes that he’s recorded of the two of you lovemaking. when your day of working is done, you’re greeted by a table full of your favourite meals, your husband sitting and happily watching you eat his food. don’t forget to compliment his food and give him a headpat, or else he’ll delude himself into thinking you had eaten somewhere else, by the hands of another, and you enjoyed theirs more than his.

your househusband is a very…devoted man. easily jealous of anyone who speaks to you, which is why the hearing device comes in handy. he knows he can trust you, you’ve proven it to him multiple times without your knowing. but those revolting fiends that you are forced to deal with has his body fuming with anger. you returning home is one of his highlights of his days, he becomes absolutely bubbly and doting, sticking to you like gum that won’t come off no matter how hard you try. and his most favourite thing of all, the one thing he looks most forward to, is your reward for his good work. inviting him to love all over your body, to take care of your tired body, let him work the stress off from work. allow him to lick and clean you before dirtying you all over, inside and out. he’ll beg and whine throughout, good thing he has a new tape to listen to on his free time now.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 Chapter Three

The work of a pantie thief!

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Scaramouche and his disturbing— unhealthy obsession towards you, his gorgeous little classmate. (Soon to be more)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader.

Yandere, creepy, obsessive and disturbing behaviour, character death (he kills someone *shocked face*), strangulation, worshiping, masturbation, pantie stealing/sniffing, mentions of cum, everyone is 18+, dark content ahead! modern/collage au, mdni, afab reader. 2.6k

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s eyes are locked solely onto your almost comically glowing figure, and he’s one hundred percent sure that if he were to squint his eyelids hard enough— there would be a pair of Angel white wings sprouting from your back, and a golden halo floating above your head. You looked so god damn ethereal, he thought. The harsh blaze of the sun shining against your face so elegantly that it made you look almost unreal, how your skirt blew softly along with the breeze. He has to quickly swipe the back of his hand over his mouth and make sure he’s not drooling at the sight— humming in annoyed amusement when the feeling of his saliva leaves a small, wet spot on his skin. Ignoring the weird stares he gets from other students around him, Scaramouche rises up from his spot on the grass and walks over to annoyingly insert himself in the group conversation you and your friends were having.

He doesn’t care about the glares he receives from them, because he’s more focused on the way you turn and smile at him welcomely, greeting him with that same soothing voice of yours that has his mind spinning in circles. He nods back at you in response, his eyes slightly dropping in rapture at how he’s finally close enough to you where he could do stuff like this. Everybody who was conversing with each other before he arrived, had stopped talking so freely— instead they choose to whisper their words because of the abrupt, awkward atmosphere that he had unintentionally brought over. No one there likes him, not one bit. His behaviour is creepy, not only in general— but directed towards you. Sometimes, his obsession towards you unknowingly breaks through his grumpy stature and slips up that he’s not sane. How his lips turn to a snarl when you mention hanging out with a certain friend, or how you’re coincidentally always paired up with him for assessments. Strange… yeah, they’ve noticed, and he’s noticed their more passive aggression towards him.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who bites down on his own tongue to muffle his heavy breathing when he hears your friends voice their concern about his relationship with you, as he’s stationed behind the wall to the women’s restroom— listening intently to their annoying voice. Oh how badly he wanted to pounce on and bash their skulls into the ground— but then that would really scare you off, so he dismisses it and continues to harshly scratch at the now growing scab on his thigh. You wouldn’t abandon him, would you? You did agree to be his ‘friend’ for life, even though you were drowsy from a two hour mid term test and probably had no idea what he was asking, you still agreed. Scaramouche feels his heart swell love when your sounds of disagreement enter his ears— wow, you’re sticking up for him? Arguing that he’s just a misunderstood and lonely boy, Saying he’s not as weird as everyone thinks? That you think he’s quite… cute? That last one allows a bright, red hue spread across his face, as well as his eyes pretty much dilating into hearts— a flush on his face which quickly rushes down his pants and to his dick, making it painfully prod against his now tight underwear. Though he of course wants to hear more of your silky voice echo though his ears with praise, directed at him, he hurries off to the male bathrooms so no one will catch him with a boner outside of the girls. That would definitely raise more alarms.

While Scaramouche is angrily pumping the shaft of his cock and rutting his hips up into his palm, gripping onto the tile wall of the stall he crammed himself into— he’s thinking of ways to rid of those wretched vermin you declared were friends. When the first wave of cum sprays from his dick and spreads jolts of pleasure throughout his body— he decides that they should no longer study at the same university as the both of you, and plans to fake an incident so they’ll be kicked out. When he’s moaning out your name in a shallow, pathetic whimper, squirting his fourth round of sticky cum up and all over the stall door— he thinks that, that wasn’t punishment enough. For trying to get in the way of your love, they should be gone entirely. Erased from existence with absolutely no way to interact with you, ever again. Hastily tugging up his pants, patting down his shirt and ruffling with his purple locks— Scaramouche exits the stall he had just orgasmed in and straight past the sinks, dismissing the thought of cleaning his hands and instead heads off to his next destination. Not caring about the cum he had painted all over the wall, in fact— he was more than smug about the thought of someone seeing the mess that he had left. (Because he’s yucky like that)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who— two weeks later, walks into his next class and takes his rightful seat beside you without a care in the world. As if he had not broke into one of your friends house during the middle of the night and strangled them in their sleep, just the night before. It’s was a slow and merciless process— one that he had relished in tremendously. The sight still vividly remains in his mind, how she had gasped and struggled around under the weight of his body. How his hands— tenuous as they were, wrapped around her throat and squeezed with all his strength. His eyes were downcast and luxuriating in the way her own had slowly started to loose their life, as her disgusting hands— which he knew had countlessly touched all over your graceful ones— had, inchmeal, lost their grip and fell from his arms that they were so desperately clawing onto for dear life. He hopes that they would forever remember the sinister smile he had on his lips the entire time during their suffering, because god does he wish that his face will haunt them for the rest of eternity.

He’s your shoulder to cry on when you hear of the news, when you had flung your head into the crease of his neck to weep your worries— he’s grinning like a mad man into your hair while patting your back lovingly, taking the thrilling opportunity to draw in a long and deep breath of your aroma which had fogged up into his nose. Your delicate hands are gripping onto his sleeve as you shed tears of sadness over the loss of your dear friend, all while he’s smugly lavishing in the tender warmth of your touch. Just as he had visioned, having his beloved in such a distressed state where she can hardly form coherent words, he takes this chance to voice out his words of so called solace. “Truely such an unfortunate end for them to face… if you would like, we can leave class early and I’ll walk you home. It’s not a good idea to stay here while you’re in such a… vulnerable state.” And take you home he does. From collecting your belongings and leaving the room, to whisking you away from nuisances who tried to console you themselves, Scaramouche holds your hand tightly while you both walk the path to your house. You were so wrapped up in your head that you don’t notice how he had known the exact direction without having to ask you.

The first thing Yandere Creep!Scaramouche does when he trails behind you through your front door, is rack his eyes over every wall in the entrance way for sighs of other males. Wether family photographs or shoes that he knows aren’t yours. He sighs out in relief when there is nothing for him to fret over— So he tightens his grip on your hand and trudges in the direction to your living room, right next to your bedroom. Your… bedroom… he’s almost foaming at the mouth. He’s just mere meters away from entering your bedroom for the first time ever. A place which you sleep, where you study, where you… masturbate. He pauses his steps, eyes slightly widening in realisation at the thought. You would definitely touch yourself at night, right? Maybe you grip onto your bed sheets in desperation as you’re plunging your fingers into your tight and wet pussy. Do you muffle your bonny moans with your hands out of embarrassment? Or do you let loose and allow them to echo of the walls of your room. He’s hoping option number one, for he does not want anyone other then himself to hear those cute little noises you let out. Scaramouche snaps out of his day dream when the feeling of your hand leaves his, and unconsciously, he reaches out to grip onto it because he’s already missing your warmth.

He excuses his actions of needfulness as a way to console you further, because he ‘does not want you to feel alone in this time of need.’ And encourages you to sit down and rest away your worries, as he’s by your side the entire time and tending to your needs. When you have tears leaking out from your beautiful eyes, and snot dripping from your nose— Scaramouche is extending a tissue into your hand and hovering his palm over your knee. When he notices the way your racked sobs slowly start to level with your now calmer breathing, he’s finding his way around your house and to the kitchen, searching each and every cabinet for a glass and filling it with water— back by your side before you even had the chance to notice his brief absence and handing it towards you. (Not before he keenly rummaged through your fridge and took a mental note of the foods you like to eat.) Scaramouche, with one hand, lifts the cup of liquid to your lips, while his other lands on the back of your head to tilt it upwards— and god does he feel like your boyfriend in this very moment.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who twiddles with his thumbs expectantly when you excuse yourself to the bathroom to freshen up, saying you’ll just quickly try and shower off your disturbance and be out within minutes. He nods quickly, and waves you off, muttering that he’ll wait right here on the couch for you, and watches as you waddle off in the direction he assumes is the bathroom. And he does stay put— for the first couple of minutes. Because when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, enters his hearing— he’s jumping up from his seat on the couch and making a beeline straight for your bedroom. His mouth slightly parts when he’s in the doorway, and his eyes dart around the room in excitement. Your dresser… your desk… your bed. His stare is dead set on your bed, and he’s about to start waking over to it until he accidentally steps on something soft that was lying on the floor.

When he looks down— he can basically feel his heart stop beating, because under his foot, is a cute little pair of pink underwear. Your underwear… Scaramouche doesn’t even register what his body is doing out of his control until he unconsciously drops down to his knees, in front of the item, hands cautiously reaching out to grab them as if they would try and run away. “Holy shit…” he mutters the moment his hand curls around the fabric, pinching it between his fingers and raising it up to his face. He swears he can still smell the scent of your pussy lingering on them, and he’s imagining the way your slick folds rub against the cotton with each step you take.

Scaramouche gulps down the lump in his throat, his grip tightening around the cloth as he slowly inches it closer to his face. And as much as he wants to saviour this moment, he knows that time is limited and he has to act, fast. So without a second left to waste— his hand is thrusting the material right up against his nose and taking a deep inhale. He moans, a loud and needy moan falls out his mouth and thankfully, muffles into your panties so you have no chance of hearing it. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels a jolt of electricity flow throughout his body. He hunches forward— his free hand planting on the ground to stabilise his trembling body. “Mhm god, so…fucking good.” He mewls, unaware that he had started drooling all over the fabric like some sort of feral animal.

God your scent smelled so good— way better then he had envisioned in his mind. Way, way better that it has his mind running fucking haywire. And although he doesn’t want to, he pulls them away from his nose to take a breather. His breaths are erratic, tongue lolling out from his lips while his eyes blink rapidly in desperation to try and rid of the black spots around his vision. He’s just in a complete state of pure euphoria as he hurriedly stuffs his face back into your underwear, his teeth clamping shut over them.

He’s wasn’t aware how long he had hunched over the floor with your panties basically shoved up his nose until he hears the faint sound of the shower turning off from the bathroom. He pauses, eyes anxiously darting up and racking around the room in a panic. Of course— just as his hand was slithering down his stomach and towards his aching dick, he knew time was up. So with all his remaining strength, he lifts up from the floor and tries to steady his shaking legs. He’s so dizzy, there’s a line of drool leaking down his chin, and his eyes are drooping in pleasure.

Scaramouche tries so hard to steady his breathing, he really does— and he’s one hundred percent sure he looks like some sort of crazy person with the way he stumbles around the room. So with one last whiff into the fabric, he quickly stuffs your underwear into his back pocket and stumbles his way towards the door, grabbing onto walls and shelves to ensure he doesn’t topple over. Thankfully, by the time he’s back in the lounge room and hunched over the couch— you emerge from the bathroom with damp hair and new clothes, an elegant scent of strawberry’s lingering off your body. (He’ll have to ask what soap you use one day.)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche, for the next ten minutes, tries so hard to cover his boner from your gaze— he’s cupping it with his hand and grabbing a couch cushion to shield it away from you— all while he’s nodding along to whatever you say. It’s so painful, he’s occasionally taking deep, shaking breaths (which he blames on the sadness he feels for your friend) as he keeps shifting around in his seat to try and ease the tension. By the end of the day— as the sun slowly starts to set, you decide to call it a night and thank him for his time, walking him to the front door. He nods at you, eyes cast to the ground and saying to email him if you ever need anything.

Let’s hope you didn’t notice the way he tried to pull his shirt down to cover his hard cock— or why there is something pink, slightly hanging out from his back pocket.

Probably puts your underwear on his sex doll of you, lol

☁️ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! — an anthology | wc: 4.2k

feat: albedo + diluc + itto + tartaglia + thoma

cw: afab!gn!reader (pussy + cunt + clit + cervix + labia are used to describe genitalia), overstimulation, oral sex (reader receiving), mild monsterfucking + facesitting (itto), impled subspace + mentions of a safeword / safe gesture (thoma), further content warnings included prior to each character’s section

a/n: i love when my men get a little fucked out on pussy… can i get a yeah boiiii!!!

minors, i DO NOT CONSENT to you interacting with me. 18+ only, please.

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𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞 !

˖˚˳⊹ spit kink feat. itto : heizou : childe : diluc : cyno : dottore : pantalone x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : messy : spit spit spit

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto could never deny the fact that he absolutely adored it whenever things would turn messy. Not to mention while eating you out! he wouldn’t even dare to touch your sobbing cunt before remotely spitting on your glistering folds to rub it around your bundle of nerves with tight painfully slow strokes. "Itto."you’re mewling at him, hands flying to his unruly hair and finding refuge around his horns to pull him closer against your throbbing pussy. He’s only humming an answer, way too gone in the taste of your juices around his tongue.

for a moment, itto is refraining his movements, pulling away to brush the mounds of spit, —that was covering his cheeks n lips—, away with the back of his hand. He’s grinning at you all confidently, knowing just how much you desired his mouth back on your pussy by the way you were sinfully mewling at him, twisting and turning around the bed and grabbing onto the disheveled sheets underneath the both of you for some sort of release. He’s quick to follow, collecting another load of spit in his mouth before messily letting it fall down your aching warmth. The way it coated your folds was feeling so unbelievably sinful, tickling you in a way before itto pushed himself back into you, making it his duty to let you release against his needy tongue.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

"care for another taste?" that particular question rolled of heizou’s tongue so fucking sinfully. In a way it didn‘t even sound like a question, but more than a thought that crossed his mind. You were quick to open up your mouth again, pushing your tongue out to let heizou have better access to what’s about to come. He’s slowly advancing a bit forward to be properly in front of your face before a bulb of spit left past his lips, expertly dropping down your tongue. 

"come on now." the big grin on his face was unable to be ignored, he wanted you to see just how much he enjoyed being in control of this situation, "swallow." you gave him a little nod as an answer before swallowing everything he gave you, evolving into a panting mess underneath the man who was very much pleased with your obedience. "you‘re so good, so dreamy, love." his breathing became a bit faster from the mere sight of you swallowing his spit without a care in the world before heizou closed the distance between the both of you, deeply kissing your needy state and biting down harshly on your lower lip only to pull it back with his teeth, gazes meeting each other again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

fuck, he’s so lost in your cunt right now. Ajax adored the way you tasted around his tongue, could eat you out every day whenever your heart craved for it. He’s swirling his tongue lightly over your bundle of nerves, ever so often grazing around them with his teeth to coax out another moan from you that sounded utterly beautiful to him. Yet what he desired even more was to spit into your mouth right after he made you cum. In a way it was perverted, he figured, yet he couldn’t shake off the addicting feeling he gets whenever he’d do it.

ajax’s slow with it, really, placing a soft loving peck on your cunt before advancing forward to be face to face with his precious angel. You’re so beautiful to him, eyes hazy and dwelling with tears from your previous releases, his thumb feeling up your cheeks before meeting your plump lips, pushing against them to pry your mouth open. He was so drunk on love and neediness right now, carefully letting a bulb of saliva loose from his mouth until it hit the tip of your tongue, spit melting together with your own before you decided to swallow it in front of him and archons, his view was threatening to turn white in said scenario, that’s how far gone he was right now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

your moans sounded like music to diluc’s ears, so bright and eager, while his fat cock was digging even deeper into your tight cunt. Your body was shivering violently, messy twisted sheets stained with both your juices and his cum when diluc pulled you closer into his embrace. For a moment he propped himself up with his arms to kneel in between your thighs, looking down to where your bodies connected to see his throbbing cock still deep inside of you, your hole sobbing around his girth and trying your utterly hardest to keep him in. 

he could get lost in the sight before him, your little whines once he stilled his movements were only the icing. He feels so warm and big, grinding his cock against you now before collecting some spit in his mouth, the saliva trailing from his lips to the bundle of nerves, spreading it with his thumb before doing it again, only stopping when he feels like you’re properly marked up. Once he’s done he’d drop his whole weight on top of you again, resulting in you mewling out screaming at the way he was completely sheathed into your sobbing cunt now. Diluc’s arms were caging you in, his warmth radiating through your own when he picked up on pace again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

cyno will always have you spread on the bed, soft bedsheets enveloping your figure and hugging the natural curves of your body while he was hovering over you. He hates to say it but, he had an obvious desire to mark you up, more so in many more ways than simply giving you a hickey here and there. Cyno thinks its arousing in a way, to make you swallow not only his cum but his spit once you’re done with sucking him off. You’re currently laying flat on the bed with cyno caging you in with his legs, hovering above you while fisting his cock in front of your face.

he’s so slow with it too, wants you to look at him while he’s pleasuring himself so sinfully before prying your mouth open with the tip of his dick, pushing himself into your wet warmth until he’s fully buried inside of you. You’re taking him like his good little darling, hollowing your cheeks whenever it’d hit the back of your throat before releasing him with a lewd pop. Cyno wants to lock gazes with you, a ball of spit escaping from past his lips, —that had a cute rosy tint— before letting it drop down your tongue, melting with your own saliva when you resumed in sucking him off further. His head is thrown back by now, practically tasting his climax before finally releasing his seed deep inside your throat, pulling you closer until your nose hit his stomach and archons, the way his warm cum ran down your aching throat was beyond pornographic, but more importantly, so fucking addicting. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

dottore thinks it’s some sort of blessing if he decides to spit on your cunt to make you even wetter for him. The way it’ll mix together with your juices was so fucking hot in his eyes, couldn’t relish in it enough, really. It will not only resume in him spitting once, but multiple times before he seems satisfied with it. His fingers would carefully graze over your thighs to tease you before hitting your glistering folds, drawing hard n painfully slow circles at your clit to combine the two substances together.

It’s almost as if he was using your body as a test subject to conduct researches on you, would probably even admit to it if you were to ask. His hard cock, —that had a big vein around its shaft—, was now rubbing around your hole, prodding his tip in to see your reaction, making a mental note to never forget how you reacted to his sweet little teasing. Other than that, dottore wasn’t really putting your pleasure first, making it viewable as he snapped himself forward with a single motion, fully tucked into your warm cunt and going in a relentless pace now. You should be thankful he even prepared you for him, so if it was only him who was to cum tonight, you wouldn’t mind, right? As long as he was satisfied.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

he always wants you to suck him off while he’s deeply concentrated in his paperwork, it was almost a daily thing pantalone seeked from you. If there was something he actually disliked the most, it was when it seemed like you weren‘t really there in the moment, he’ll give you plus points if you’re messy with him though. You see, he’s very calculating, always watching your expressions and trying to decipher them in every way imaginable. You’re hollowing your cheeks up while simultaneously swirling your tongue over his big girth, fuck, how he adored it whenever you hit him with that certain technique, he taught you well after all. 

your saliva pooling down from the corners of your lips until they reach your chin— he’s quick to catch it, swiping it away with his thumb to taste it on his tongue. The sight in front of you made you clench your thighs together, trying to feel some sort of pleasure yourself. He hasn’t touched you in so long! Maybe if you’re putting on a really good show tonight he might reward you just how he always did whenever you did something very well. "Stop." he‘s demanding with that word, pantalone pulled himself out of your wet warmth to replace them with his gloved fingers, splitting your mouth open to spit in it aggressively, without any shame. "don‘t swallow yet." he‘s commanding, —yet so handsome—, examining how your tongue is prodding lightly out, trying your best to suppress yourself from swallowing his saliva before he finally gave you a silent nod, a sort of confirmation that you were allowed to taste it properly now. "you‘re so obedient." saying that with his infamous pseudo smile which was painted all over his beautiful facial features. 

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