#i’m so sorry if this is a bit terrible i stopped midway oppsies

[neuvistar]

LOOKIN’ FOR SOMETHING SWEET

— featuring . wanderer / scaramouche x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. not proofread, scaramouche being an absolute meanie, scaramouche referred to as “kuni/kunikuzushi”, kitchen sex? well guess we’ll have to find out! a lil implied pregnant reader, mentions of breeding, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content. please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✦ WANDERER . SCARAMOUCHE

scaramouche’s eyes fluttered open, glancing to his side as he read the alarm clock. midnight it read. stretching his limbs, he paused as he noticed you were out of reach, no where in sight.. not even in bed with him. he rubbed his eyes, stomach growling. maybe a little midnight snack wouldn’t hurt, right? forcing himself off the bed, the young male ran his fingers through his hair as he went off to look for you while getting a little snack for himself. he made his way downstairs, approaching the kitchen. then, his ears perked up. alert and fully aware of his surroundings, picking up the sounds of spoons, forks, and knives colliding and hitting against each other. could that be you perhaps?

with a tired and lazy stumble, he stepped inside the kitchen. “[name], is that you?” his voice faded mid sentence, silencing himself as to not interrupt your frustrated murmurs and mumbles. scaramouche’s eyes widened completely, blessed with the sight before him. he checked you out, his eyes tracing over your figure, whole body completely covered up by his clothes. you were slightly bended over as you tried to search for leftover foods and drinks to help your cravings, eyes landing on the cute little baby bump stretching his clothes out. your husband’s sight was blessed even further at the many bite marks all over your body. inner thighs, neck, cleavage, everywhere! he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist so suddenly.

“someone’s hungry tonight, hm?”

“and i thought you were asleep.”

“not anymore.” he pulled your body close to his, careful not to inflict any sort of discomfort on your belly. he grinned to himself as he saw your fingers tighten on the fridge door. “i’m a little hungry, i want a snack” you rolled your eyes at that, “well then do you want me to make you something?” you mumbled, feeling his shake his head from behind. “fuck that. my snack is right here right infront of me.” he tugged the hem of your shirt, whispering if he could touch you further in which you obliged. he shifted it up slightly, lips curving into a smirk as he caressed your belly ever so gently.

“kuni..”

“not wearing anything underneath? you were waiting for this, weren’t you?” you couldn’t help but blush at his words, letting out a cute whine as you felt his hand run through your stomach, making you melt in his touch. scaramouche picked you up, carefully setting you down on the kitchen counter. “are you serious? in the kitchen, kuni?” “food is just food, angel. and i’m looking for something sweet, like you.” you but your lip, noticing how your husband began to go lower.. lower and lower till he reached your knees, spreading them apart. he raised your legs, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

“you’re soaked, [name]. were you waiting for me to fuck you? waiting for me to fuck you dumb, hm?” “n—no! that’s not it!” “you’re a naughty girl aren’t you.. you want me to give you another baby, want me to fill you up and breed you until i’m sure i’ve given you another baby, [name]?” you squirmed in his touch, shuddering at the cold air on your wet pussy, heart pounding in your chest. “stay still for me will you, [name]? need to prepare you even further.” about to lick you up with his tongue, he leaned almost against you. you shut your eyes for the incoming pleasure you were about to receive, before hearing a small chuckle, seeing as scaramouche pulled away completely from your sex. he got up, a huge smirk on his pretty face. you pouted, squeezing your legs together in embarrassment before huffing at him.

“wait.. did you think i was being serious? i’m just messing with you, idiot. you look so cute when i’m about to do those things to you, do you want me that much?”

what. a. fucking. jerk.

Such a jerk isn’t he?? ^.^ I’ll correct a few things later! so so sorry — Maryse