#ASHRODISIAC

[hashekyu]

Muichiro finds it suitable to sling his arms round your shoulders, settle in between your legs with your back against a tree, and hide his face in the crook of your neck. "You're warm." he says, the vibration of his voice tickling you slightly. 

Pulling away, you gaze at his doe eyes, wrinkling at the corners of them when he smiles. "Can I kiss you?"

"What?" your voice is lower than a whisper, words coming out in a quick gasp. "W-well, I..."

He looks at you expectantly. 

"I..."

You begin to feel quite pressured, face heating up.

"Well-"

He presses his lips against yours. Muichiro has always been known to be impatient, anyways.

[ashrodisiac]

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[arurikart]

makin' tags

@ashr0 recommended me to make tags my reply: bet uhhh #arurika #arurikart

[hashekyu]

:)

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

[chiyoso]

Meow

i hope you know this genuinely brought a grin to my face, i checked this notif when i was in the middle of a bakery line and i had to stifle my snort

[yzashaven]

꒰ 01﹒03 BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ! ꒱

‹𝟹﹒scaramouche/wanderer x fem!reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱﹒nsfw themes + no actual sex here ✰ gentle scara with light degradation! ✰ neck 'n' nipple sucking ✰ fingering ✰ he unwraps his bday present! >< ✰ basically just teasing

꣑୧﹒HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DEAREST DARLING SCARA !! <3

♡﹒ i wrote this for wanderer but he's referred to as scaramouche :3 i hope you enjoy it, not proofread (yes i don't really let people betaread anymore) i'm so sorry that it's really short, i have my exams tomorrow so i've been studying the whole day and wrote this while resting <3

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"so..." the tip of his finger glides along your skin delicately, "this is your idea of a 'surprise'?" your arousal and anticipation only grows further as he slowly tugs at the edge of the ribbon that was tied around your body as if teasing you first. he takes every inch of your figure into sight: your naked body which was barely covered by the silk purple ribbon that was wrapped around your torso and lower regions. scaramouche gives you gentle kisses up from your collarbone to your shoulder. he leans in to whisper something lowly in your ear, "this shouldn't even be considered a surprise since i already see your perfect body each passing day."

he sighs, pulling the ribbon and letting it loosely fall down before fully pulling it off your body. without a second thought, his hand makes contact with your chest to grope at your breasts. in an attempt to draw out a moan from your lips, he brings his lips down to wrap around your sensitive nipples, suckling on it slowly as he continues to feel up different parts of your body.

you squirm under his touch upon feeling his lips latch onto your neck, quick to find the place in which your sweet spot was located at—well, he does know your body inside out, probably even more than you do.

his arm snakes around your waist to pull you close and to keep you in place as his other hand trails down to your soaking pussy. testing the waters by inserting two fingers inside, you gasp as he smirks against your neck, feeling your walls instantly suck him in. "what a slut..." he whispers as he continues to fuck you with his perfect fingers, making sure to curl them up at the right place which makes your heart skip a few beats from the sensation. "but you're my slut, aren't you?"

the same knowing smirk tugs the corner of his lips as he pulled his fingers out before he pushed your legs apart, leaning down to be at level with your wet hole. "i think i'll have you before having the real cake."

[morbific-or-felicific]

Not a whole Fic but blurb question

How would Scara eat you out? Would he tease you? Praise you after ur long day or make you sit on his face? I need to know.. for research purposes

Hmmmm��

You had had such a long day at work, even having to stay later than you were supposed to. From the moment you had gotten home, you had been taken care of by your boyfriend. His usual snide remarks were replaced by questions about your day and reassurance that you had done your best as he tried(and failed) to cook you dinner. Eventually, he just ended up ordering your favourite food.

After you had finished your food, as well as the tea Scaramouche had made you, you had been told to take off your clothes and go to your bedroom so he could help you relax further.

You settled onto the edge of the bed as your boyfriend settled between your thighs. Without saying a word, Scaramouche rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, gently rubbing them with his thumbs as he leaned in to run his tongue up your slit. He drew circles on your clit with his tongue, and you moaned in response.

Scaramouche wasted no time. He licked and sucked at your clit, letting his tongue explore your perfect pussy. He traced his name between your legs and made his way down to your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside of you and brought you closer and closer to your end.

Finally, he brought his attention back to your clit and removed a hand from your thigh in order to push his fingers inside of you. He coaxed your orgasm out of you as you laid back and moaned.

“That’s it. Cum for me like a good girl.”

He carried you through your release until you were trying to wiggle away from the stimulation. He removed himself from between your legs, wiping his face off with his t-shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He left to get a warm cloth to clean you up a bit, letting you come down from everything slowly. He set the cloth down and covered you both in a blanket. You happily traced his abs as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Your boyfriend watched you with hearts in his eyes as he tried not to let slip how much it tickled.

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[hashekyu]

THANK YOUUUU I LOVE THIS SM

thinking abt daughter of aphrodite reader decorating lukes face w/ kisses in different shades of lipstick🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lipstick Smudges - Luke Castellan

Pairing - Luke Castell x Aphrodite!reader

Warnings: kisses

W/c - 1k

Masterlist (this was such a cute request <3)

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The Aphrodite sanctuary were the epitome of beauty, but it would be nothing if not for its inhabitants. Its delicate walls were adorned with oil paintings and a collection of mirrors, reflecting the children who called it home. A majority of the interior were carved marble with streaks of grey and gold, including the pillars that held up the roof that were enhanced with flourishing blossoms. The flooring harmonised with the column structures and quite adamantly noted the arrival of heels against its solid surface.

Mary Janes were the only sound that were produced when you entered your dainty cabin, your skirt lifted over your thighs with each step and your heels ceased to be heard when you drifted against the comfort of your seat. You veered towards your vanity and skimmed your fingers against the veneer, admiring the new possessions you had acquired since you last return to your cabin.

The surface was embellished with blooming tulips from you Demeter admirers, dark chocolate from your siblings - who had a fondness for the treat - and seashells from Percy who noticed you love for the sea's gift.

Grateful for your offerings, you reached for you signature perfume and allowed the subtle hints of cherries and wild flowers to enchant your clothes and those who ventured too close.

You broke of a piece of the chocolate and allowed you esteemed appearance to muse your glowing features, matching your movements through the mirror. 

You readjusted the ribbons that were weaved through your hair, reaching into your draws to touch up your exterior. You dusted a deep blush along your cheeks and leant for a gloss which had seemed to have additional companions. You were confused at the increase of lipsticks, but that didn't pose you from setting them on your desk.

You received plenty of tokens from unknown campers, but this gift seemed too particular to be from a stranger. You slipped the lid off of one of the cases and took no time to apply the creamy formula against your lips, astonished at the specific shade which complimented you greatly.

"Thought you might like them". 

You peeled your eyes away from your vanity and found your boyfriend leaning against the door frame, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I do, very much, thank you" you chimed, placing your feet on the marble to float into his arms. His hands rested against the small of your back as you planted a kiss on his cheek, the mark reflecting the crease of your lips.

You never questioned where he got your gifts from, you preferred to linger in the feeling of being doted on and he took the pleasure in spoiling you. He sought out pearls and dewy lotions, sun kissed flowers and dresses which reached just above your thighs, he made you feel adored.

You were an angel, a breath of fresh air and he never once let you feel anything other than purely cherished. You were an embrace from the Elysium, the triple repeated numbers on your thighs only reinforcing the notion of your soft voice and gentle hands. He often toyed with the pleasuring thought that only his eyes would see your tattoo, that only his fingers would graze against the skin of your thighs and that the numbers were your shared secret.

"Wanna come in?" you asked to which he nodded, he would rather throw himself into Tartarus that reject an invitation to your cabin. You linked your hands together and tugged him into the room and closed the door. You pulled him towards your desk and sat him amongst the golden swirls and satin ribbons.

His hands took not time and settled around your waist, toying with the hem of your skirt while his arms swayed with your movements. He admired your busy eyes flutter around your space delicately as your reached for a lipstick behind him and applied a generous layer to your lips blending a lighter shade into the deeper tone. He was unaware of your next move, but he knew he would do anything if you asked with your lips.

Everything slowed when you draped your arms around his neck and brushed a kiss just above the previous stain, coming to a stand between his stretched legs. He felt you smile against his jaw as trailed deliberate kisses down his neck, leaving small bites along his skin.

"Can you pass me the darker one?" you questioned, your breath against him.

 He wordlessly agreed and let a hand fall from your side and retrieved you case, slipping it through your fingers. You set a warm kiss on his other cheek, and grew to cover the thin scar on his skin, a small laugh leaving your lips as you decorated your boyfriend in your kisses.

Luke relished in the feeling before it stopped. "Do you need something my love?"

You nodded mindlessly and took his prying hands off of your waist, "My shoes are digging into my heels" you replied.

You know you didn't have to say much to have Luke leant to your ankles to unstrap the attachments while your fingers found his curls, playing with a few coils as he individually lifted each heel from your feet to place them beside your desk. His head slowly rose.

"Better?"

You smiled in response and peppered a few more kisses against his dizzy face noting how his skin had been tinted by pinks and reds.

"My pretty boy" you gleamed, pulling away, his thumb wiping smudged colour off from under your lip. "Wait one moment".

"What?"

Within a few moments you had evaporated from his arms and were reaching into one of you sisters draws, you rummaged until you found an old camera and brought back to your desk and to your boyfriend. "Smile" you mused. Your fingers eagerly gripping onto the polaroid as it came from the camera, you shook it lightly and handed it to Luke.

"I hope this comes off" were his only response as he took you back in his arms and held you close.

You were an angel with a sweet smile and he were a boy with soft curls and a mind full of thoughts. You were the perfect couple, the perfect combination of wits and ambition, but nothing could truly ever be as fragile as love. It was a drug which made your world rose and trusting, but the repercussions of this action are not for you to worry about, at least not at this moment of time.

What could possibly occur? Nothing you with your boyfriend at least, he wouldn’t’ even hurt a fly let alone a scorpion.

The sweet memory of your day was encapsulated in the picture which was later weaved between the space in your mirror and it's frame, highlighting your affection for the boy and subsequently and your biggest anguish.

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[hashekyu]

──★ ˙IN LOVE ̟ !?

MUICHIRO TOKITO, the stoic, uncaring and cold mist hashira... in love with you!?

NOTES: made this at 2 am 👍👍 hopefully its ok!!

Muichiro is in love. 

With you.

He doesn't quite know the way it works, and why he's in love with you. At least, that's what Shinobu had told him when he went to her for a supposed remedy to his problem. She only looked at him with a quizzical expression as he explained what troubled him. She had been concerned at first with his descriptions, but when she finally realized it wasn't a sickness making his heart beat faster, his face heat up and his breathing hitch, but love, she didn't know whether to feel relieved, confused, exasperated or happy. But what a shock it was, indeed. 

"Tokito-" Shinobu found herself at loss of words as she smiled awkwardly at the boy staring down at her. She bit her lip. "I don't quite know how to say this to you..." 

"Say what?" his brows furrowed. 

"You see, you aren't sick, you're completely fine, actually." 

He was even more confused, she could tell by his silence.

"You're in love."

And so, Muichiro stared at her blankly, then let his gaze drift away. "In love, huh?" he mused, seemingly unfamiliar to the term. "How odd."

He crossed his arms. "Do you think Y/N has ever been in love as well?"

Shinobu was a little startled, dizzy with his unending questioning. "Y/N?"

Muichiro nodded. 

Shinobu hummed, chewing her lower lip. "I suppose so."

"What happens if two people are in love with each other at the same time?"

Shinobu felt it all click together. "You're in love with Y/N?"

He shrugged. "I guess I am. That's weird."

"I can't help you with this, I'm sorry," Shinobu was embarassed, and quite overwhelmed, if she was being honest. "But I wish you well, Tokito."

And so, he thought about it for a moment. Then he thought about you. 

He smiled a little.

He was in love.

With you.

[ashrodisiac]

"How many likes do you think this will get you?"

Scaramouche x Reader

 ♡ SMUT

 ♡ NOT PROOFREAD

ASHRODISIAC'S NOTE:

I have 3 quizzes tomorrow😭😭😭

But... theres always time for smut, right?

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You post a photo of Scaramouche without a shirt and get the idea of slowly stripping him from a piece of his clothing each post, the amount of likes needed for the next tl be removed gradually increasing.

But... I guess he got a bit tired of it.

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"A thousand likes?"

Scaramouche stared at your screen with a look of disgust, his brows furrowed as he watched comments burst in. "A thousand likes." You said, confirming what he was seeing, and continued: "On a photo of you without a shirt."

(anonymous): BARK BARK BARK

(cvm.slvt): PANTS NEXT 🙏

An idea bubbled up, and you turned with a devious but somehow innocent smile.

"Hey..." you said. He looked at you with a bored expression, seemingly unknowing to your plan. "What."

--

Scaramouche quickly put his clothes back on, all the while staring at the ground and muttering inconherent cuss words.

"Ten thousand likes, and his underwear's next... "

You wrote in your caption, below the photo you snapped... of Scaramouche.

Then, after thinking for a bit, you replaced the "ten thousand" with "twenty thousand", then changed it back. "How many likes do you think this is worth?" You asked. Scaramouche huffed, "don't know, don't give a shit. And I won't be doing this again, got it?"

You smirked, then replaced the "ten thousand" with "fifty thousand".

"Alright, then."

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"Oh, shit..."

(hornyassshit): (reader's user) WHERE THE FUCK IS IT

You looked at the bustling amount of likes coming in every second, and how it was going well over what the desired amount was.

(Thelittlebitch): WE NEED MORE

"A hundred... fucking... thousand..."

(uwuuwuii): WHERE IS THE NEXT PART

"shit, shit, shit! What am I gonna do!?"

You muted the notifications, then sighed, clutching your phone. Then, switching your app to Discord, you rang a call to Scaramouche...

He answered the call before the ringing even started.

"The fuck you want now?" He was laying on his couch, his raven hair spread over his pillow.

"So... remember the last photo we took?"

He stared at the camera with irritation. "Don't tell me."

You smiled nervously, and was surprised by his sudden reply:

"Fine. Come over."

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"How many likes do you think this will get you?

All you wanted was a photo from him, now you were in this position...

His palm against your spine, your back arching at an impossible angle, you barely heard what he had said at the absurd noise of skin slapping and your whines. "Looks like the viewers like it, and so do you, bitch." He chuckled, bringing the phone on the sheets closer to you, resting it on a pillow so you could see your own fucked out face in the camera. He had started streaming on your account.

"How many likes would it get you if I managed to get you pregnant?" He said in a mocking tone, his fingers trailing up your nape. You bit the fabric of his pillow, which smelled like his cologne, tears forming in your eyes. "Fucking slut for likers, are you?"

Notifications screamed from your phone, but the only thought settling in your empty mind was how good Scaramouche was fucking you, how good it felt...

"Cumming!" You yelped, the pillow you were burying your head in now soaked with tears and saliva.

"Fuck, so am I... Should I cum in or out?" Scaramouche asked, pressing his lips against your neck, panting slightly. Before you could answer, the comments did it for you...

(anonymous): IN

...fuck you, anonymous.

"In, it is, then."

Throwing your head back with a sob, your hips buckling, you felt him release. Your moans faltered as he pulled out, and you were left breathless. He kissed your sweaty forehead, and a notification rang on your phone.

(Thelittlebitch): round two plz

"oh, looks like your viewers really want a round two."

That user really was a little bitch, huh?

[hashekyu]

" moments when you realized you were slowly falling for muichiro tokito. "

being muichiro tokito's tsuguko also means... being his caretaker, sort of.

"Tokito!" you call, grabbing Muichiro's wrist. You pull him in the shade, away from the harsh rain. "You're gonna catch a cold if you stay out here any longer!"

He glared at you, shaking you off, exasperated.

It could be a little exhausting at times.

"...Are you feeling ill? You should take a break." you ask with concern, setting your wooden sword down. You'd been training with him all afternoon, and his slowed movements and constant coughing hadn't failed to catch your attention. "What?" he wiped his face on his wrist with a scoff. "Is it your place to be telling me what to do?"

then he passed out. You caught him in your arms, sighing. "If you had listened to me, we wouldn't be in this situation."

No, not a little. Very exhausting.

"Hey, wait! You're sick! you can't be-" He gestured for you to go away as he got up and simply passes you. "Go." he says, sparing a short glance over his shoulder. You almost shudder from how still his glare was.

Sighing, you set down the cup of tea you brewed for him on the desk next to his unmade bed.

But then he changed.

"(reader)! we should take a break from training. You did really good today." he gives you a smile.

he's too nice, you think as you bite your lower lip. "thank you, Tok-'

"Muichiro," he interrupts, "You can call me Muichiro."

"A-ah... Muichiro. Thank you, Muichiro."

It seemed you weren't gonna get used to it any time soon.

"You don't have to take such good care of me, you know," he says, taking the cup of tea you had brewed him. Most of the time before he would have rejected it. You nodded wordlessly, lost at words as you watched him sip his drink and smile. When his gaze settled on you, you realized you were staring and looked away.

Wait...

You watched him fold papers in silence, humming a tune. "Join me," he says. Startled when you realized he had known you were watching you, your face flushes. "Sorry?"

He pats the spot next to him. "I'm making paper airplanes."

Are you...?

His eyes are glimmering, studying your face, close to his. "Your eyes, Muichiro," you sigh, placing your chin in your palm. "They're... beautiful."

His face goes a faint color of red, but he gives you a grin.

Falling in love?

He brushes his nose against yours. "(reader)," he whispers. "Kiss me."

With Muichiro Tokito?

[hashekyu]

yes😈

woah

Are you high?@?@?!?!

[hashekyu]

──★˙ENAMORED ̟

ARTIST: @TRANSLUCENTJADE ON X

" KAZUHA IS ENAMORED OF YOU. "

NOTES: why is my coochiepookiebookieboo so adorable .. hes so umnumnum .. i just wanna kiss him over and over again ..

kazuha is enamored of you. he is oh, so terribly smitten. he usually knows how to describe the feeling, but when his mind drifts to you, he can't think.

kazuha usually speaks his mind, but he finds there something about you that robs him of words. perhaps its that smile of yours, that could melt any cold, or your sweet humming, which could lull anyone to sleep.

"this tree is really beautiful," you said softly, breaking his train of thought. he nodded in agreement. "indeed, it truly is. its enchanting, im simply struck by its vivacity. i question sometimes, how can one being hold such charm? but then again, nature works in its most mysterious, and wonderous ways." he's unaware of the way his eyes shift towards you rather than the tree.

the wind carries autumn leaves to the ground, careful not to rush their fall as one sways back and forth, landing right on kazuha's head. a snicker falls upon your lips, lifting the corners up. he blinks owlishly at you, confused, oblivious. "what?"

"there's a leaf on your head."

He gives you an embarassed smile of his own, and reaches to dust it away, but you catch his wrist, leaning in. "let me."

and his breath hitches. his heart throbs faster than ever as you come closer. butterflies flutter their wings violently, thrashing around his stomach, and he doesn't have the words to tell them to calm down. he studies every part of your face, until his view is nothing more than a pinpoint, gazing right at your lips.

"got'cha," you grin, fiddling with the leaf you took from the top his head, rolling the stem in between your index finger and your thumb. Your look of glee quickly falls into a worried one. "kazuha? are you alright?"

no, in fact, he is really not. nonetheless, he shakes himself out of his trance. "yes, why do you ask?" his voice accidentally comes in one breath, as if hurrying. he feels feverish, looking anywhere but you. oh, the way your fingers rested on his wrist was overwhelming, dizzying.

You looked unconvinced. "you're all red in the face. are you sick?"

he bites down on his lower lip, trying not to look at you, but how could he not? the thought of you worrying for him was bringing him to an edge.

You let go of the leaf in your hand and pressed it against his sweaty forehead. "...so you are." you mused. you stood up and dusted your lap, reaching out to him. "come on, i'll get you checked-"

before you could finish, he got to his feet and pulled you closer, arms snaking around your waist and closing any space in between. his lips crashed into yours, breaths mashing together. when he pulled away you gazed at him with wide eyes, astonished. he was panting, heart beating out of his chest. he looked surprised when he realized what he had done as well, quickly letting go of you. "i- i know that was quite sudden, but i-"

you huffed, slinging your arms around his neck and drawing him close. "enough talk," you laughed, and your lips met for the second time (but certainly not the last).

kazuha is enamored of you.

[hashekyu]

i love lesbian losers

[hashekyu]

the them. them🔥

[hashekyu]

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