#suzuus

[hitomisuzuya]

HI SUZUU! Hope you’re doing well :3 Could we have a Soft!Dom Scara with a reader after a really tiring day? Where he would stuff reader with so much cum her stomach was practically bulging :3 With overstimulation and bondage if you please 🙏 Hope I made sense and HAVE A NICE DAYY

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Bondage. Overstimulation. Multiple creampie. Degrading praise. Soft!Dom Scaramouche.

It made perfect sense ❤️

Delicate, tied up, and helpless. That was how Scaramouche liked you best, especially when he was tired. Tired enough that he thought he would fall asleep if he blinked too long.

You'd been in the same cycle with him for what felt like hours. Even though your wrists were bound above your head, knotted securely to the headboard, he still found a way to hold you down so he could fuck deeper inside of you. Once he reduced you to a whimpering, moaning mess while he pumped you full of cum, he would pull out and finger any cum back inside of you.

Scaramouche scoffed softly hearing you whimper in overstimulation as his fingers skated over your swollen clit. "You just be a good girl. Relax and take what I give you," His thumb circled over your clit, the stimulation sending your thigh quaking as you grinded into his fingers.

You were twice as pliable overstimulated. It delighted him the way you twitch in anticipation of his every touch.

You could tell Scaramouche was tired. You could tell it in the way he grunted and moaned in your ear, his face buried in your neck to try and muffle him as he grinded and rubbed his cock on your puffy pussy. In the way his teeth hastily bit bite marks into your neck. "Good girl," His tongue flicked over the shell of your ear, "Be nice and still," He groaned as he pushed his cock back inside of you, "A perfect, pliable slut," He gently applied extra pressure on a blossoming bite mark to remind you of your place, bottoming out with a muffled groan into your neck.

You writhed a little from the dull ache of overstimulation, your hips jerking up into his as his cock nudged your sweet spot. Being overstimulated, it felt magnified. "I'll be a good girl, I promise," His degrading praise made you blush, and your gummy walls clamp tight on his cock.

Scaramouche's heart fluttered hearing how endearing you sounded. Sitting up, he put a hand on the back of your head, capturing your lips in a dominant kiss of appreciation for your total submission. His cock pulsed from how quick and obedient your mouth was opening for his tongue.

Being as tired as he was, Scaramouche wasn't thinking all that much. He'd tied you up so he wouldn't have to think. Just chase the feeling of filling the pocket of cum in your belly in a little fuller. You weakly hooked a leg over his hip. Even though you were struggling to keep up with his mindless cycle, you were still wanting to take of him.

"Be a good girl, and cream on my cock," There was a hint of softness in his command, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as he pulled away from the kiss. His hand dipped down between your legs and found your clit.

Each pinch and rub made a louder moan or whimper keen from your throat. His helping along ushered in your orgasm, your wrists straining in the silk ties as you shook. Scaramouche's body shuddered as your walls squeezed around his cock.

His thrusts turned sloppy for a moment, lost in the dizzying pleasure of his cock pulsing cum for uptenth time inside of you. He let out a soft whimper of his own hearing how sweet you sounded, mewling as you felt every pulse and rub of his cock as he angled it up deep inside of you.

His cum dripped from your hole, a shy blush on your cheeks as you felt the pocket of cum expand a little. He spent the longest time, lazily thrusting into you as he chased his high. He knew he was going to sleep like a rock having bred you this thoroughly.

Pulling out of you, he gently gripped your chin. "One more round, okay?" He felt weaker for you seeing the submissive way you turned your cheek into his hand as you nodded.

[lilydasimp]

Suzuu dz ới, ko bt bà nghĩ sao về nam8 trg jjk nhỉ: kamo, mechamaru, kashimo hay higuruma...í, tui thấy mí ổng cũm đc mà s underrated v:'))) (bà mà viết mí ổng chắc tui đội bà lên đầu luôn á:))). btw, ngoài Gojo Satoru ra thì bà bía ai nữa hem:D

tui cũng có thích mấy nam 8 nhưng mà rén tay nên không có viết nhiều tại vì mấy ảnh ít lên hình. anh nào xuất hiện nhiều thì tui mới tập trung vào khai thác tâm lý được á. btw, ngoài Satoru ra thì tui còn bía cả Suguru nữa ha.

[buqbite]

hey buq. I'm sending you an ask. since you reblogged that ask post. also because I think calling you "buq" is kinda funny

hiii suzuu

[xinjo-blog]

❝WERE YOU SURPRISED? I IMPROVED, HAVEN'T I?❞ ☆ ☆ ☆

hello! hello! suzu here with a touken ranbu saniwa oc, kinjo miharu!

if you would like to interact with my muse, please reblog or like this post and i’ll check out your blog! thank you so much and i look forward to rping/plotting! .+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ

(note: all art on the blog is drawn and owned by me; please do not use.)

[suzuus-blog]

not nightshade related but-- CASHEW <333

mouse draw b/c sis took my tablet (๑′̥̥̥▵‵̥̥̥ ૂ๑)

original from twitter: https://twitter.com/_suzuus/status/914234101820993536

[tsukkibito]

Kimiko and The Accidental Proposal

Suzuu x Akira

[fairy-islearchive]

This is similar in Glass Mask, actually! When the rival actress-in-training, Ayumi, is introduced, she expects Maya to hate her, but she's surprised when Maya gets excited over her, and sees her acting as superior. At first, Ayumi hates Maya (to the point that she almost let her get killed) because her acting has much more "soul" (she becomes someone completely different when on stage), especially since Maya had zero training on acting. Later on, Ayumi gained respect for Maya to the point that she saved her from getting hurt by someone who wanted to ruin her career.

They're friendship grows more in the manga since certain events such as switching homes and being locked up in a freezer (by their acting instructor 😖) to gain more knowledge on their roles in the fictional play, "The Two Princesses".

speaking of princess tutu remember how rue was set up as a “rival meangirl” character but instead of hating rue or trying to ruin her relationship with mytho duck admired her and wanted her to be happy and wanted to be her friend and never stopped loving her and trying to help her even when she became a villain. dont you just *kisses fingers* love it when girls support each other instead of being pitted against each other over boys

[hitomisuzuya]

REQUEST ARE OPEN AJNSJWJSJ

Suzuu, could you write about Scaramouche who does live streams +18 and in one of these streams he decided to invite reader to appear on live with him?

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Fingering. Finger sucking. Praise. Degradation. This is kinda filthy.

Before Scaramouche started the live stream, he cupped your cheek and said, "Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He knew you were nervous about appearing live with him, and you had the cutest little blush on your cheeks when he said someone special would be joining the stream.

Tonight, every thing that Scaramouche would do to you was left in the hands of the viewers. The chat instantly came alive with excitement. He picked you up bridal style and placed you on the bed, and finished arranging the variety of sex toys on the bed as messages started to pop up in the chat box.

"Finger her until she whimpers."

"Make her suck and drool on your fingers after she cums."

Scaramouche scanned through the chat box as a general consensus was reached. "Her whimpers do sound pretty," He said in response to a comment as spread your legs and took off your bra and panties, swiping his thumb over your clit, "especially when she's about to cum," He pushed two fingers inside of you.

You let out a shaky moan as he hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, grasping your chin when you looked nervous for a moment, your hips jerking up into his fingers. "You just keep your pretty eyes on me," He instructed, seeing you relax visibly as you focused on him.

He scissored your walls apart, increasing the pace of his fingers. Whimpers started keening from your throat when he abruptly pushed a third finger in, your hips rocking up to meet his fingers.

"That's a good girl," Scaramouche praised at the behest of the chat, rubbing his thumb over your puffy clit, "cum all over my fingers like a good slut," Your cunt clenched harder hearing his degrading praise.

Your whimpers and moans rose in octave, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your orgasm washed over you. "Look at you shake," He taunted, fingering you through your orgasm.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out of your puffy cunt and pushed them into your mouth. You moaned happily as he pushed them into your throat. Your tongue lapped worshipping around them as you sucked.

"Edge her with a vibrator on her clit until she begs to cum."

"Make her cum on the vibrator while she rubs her clit."

Scaramouche pressed on your tongue slightly as he pushed his fingers into your throat, making you gag before picking up the vibrator. "Keep your legs spread like a good girl," He said, rubbing the tip of the vibrator on your sensitive clit, "let them see how wet you are for me."

Your walls clenched around nothing, still having not come down from your first orgasm. Scaramouche ruthlessly edged you, building up your orgasm and ruining it over and over until you started sobbing and whimpering. "Please, please I can't take it anymore," Tears had welled in your eyes, much to his and the delight of the watchers.

"Sluts who cry deserve to cum," Scaramouche moved your fingers to your clit and pushed the vibrator inside of you. You writhed on the bed, your legs shaking and your hips bucking up as your fingers rubbed and played with your clit.

He pumped the vibrator in and out of your sopping cunt, turning up the setting when he saw you were close to cumming. You could barely manage coherent words between your moans other than, "Am I being a good girl?"

Scaramouche had promised you lots of praise, which he more than gave to you. "You are being such a good girl, sucking this toy into your greedy cunt while you cry," Your fingers rubbed your clit more feverishly, your walls clenching tighter around the toy. There was sheer adoration in your eyes for him.

He moved your hand away from your clit so he could pinch and rub it until you came on the vibrator, whining and sobbing his name incoherently.

You were panting and twitching by the time Scaramouche pulled the vibrator out of you to glance at the chat. Next everyone wanted to see his cum seep from your mouth while you sucked and deepthroated his cock.

[hitomisuzuya]

AHH REQ ARE OPEN HI SUZUU!!

how’s your week been?

thinking ab archon scara n worshipper reader n like he’s having us ‘worship” him during a meeting by sitting on his lap n cock warming him.. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

he teases us n likes watching us squirm n maybe some electro play if ur up for it!

hopefully this makes sense 😞

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Worship. Cock warming. Electro play.

I snap up any chance to write worship for this man😳 And here I thought I was losing my touch. I may have gotten a bit carried away with this.

Worship. That was something Scaramouche demanded, especially now that he was an Archon. You'd settled yourself into his lap so obediently. He couldn't not take advantage of your willing need to worship him in any way he asked.

Your head was dropped into his neck, nuzzling your cheek into it as you struggled not to move on his cock. He knew you were feeling good from the shaky, soft moans you let out and drool pooling onto his neck.

Every word of praise you whispered into his ear made his cock throb against your sweet spot. You were nuzzling and kissing his neck like a loyal little pet. "You deserve to sit on a throne above everyone else," You moved up and down a little on his cock, desperate to feel it rest against your sweet spot again.

You moved your lips down to his collarbone, sweeping your tongue along it before biting down gently. "Your collarbones are so beautiful, just like your fingers," The soft groan you heard when you felt his hand stroke the back of your hair told you were doing well. "Please, let me bounce on your cock. I want to worship you properly," You further coaxed, your body aching to hear him say you could.

Thing is, Scaramouche got drunk easily on power. He was enjoying watching you struggle not to bounce on his cock, the desperate way your cunt clenched around it from only moving a little bit was pure bliss to him. He wanted to drag it out as long as possible.

"Shh, calm yourself, pet," He purred, lifting your head from his neck. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes glassy from stimulation.

You were looking at him like he was the only one who existed. He swiped his thumb over your lower lower, smirking when your tongue darted out to lick it. "So adoring. This is what true subservience looks like," He said, teasing his thumb against your lips just to hear you whine.

"I'll take care of you properly, but first, there are things that need to be discussed," Reaching between your legs, he imbued Electro on the tips of his fingers, laughing when he instantly felt you soak against them. "Be a good girl and sit still," He rubbed his fingers on your clit, "this should pacify you. Don't forget to keep that pretty mouth of yours busy." He flicked your clit with Electro to encourage you.

You rolled your hips a little into his fingers, a subtle, begging gesture as you dropped your head back into his neck. Your nod while you moaned softly felt more like a loving nuzzle on his neck. Each soft jolt to your clit made it throb more.

"I only fall on my knees for you, Scara. I love you, and worship you with every fiber of my being," Your whole body was quivering as you whispered. You shifted restlessly in your lap.

His fingers kept rubbing and stroking your clit, withdrawing occasionally to hear your needy, quiet moan of protest. "Don't stop, please."

Scaramouche ignored you for a moment, and kept right on talking. He was going to make you work for it, squeezing your hip to remind you that he'd ordered you to keep still, knowing every cell in your body was screaming for you to obey him.

[hitomisuzuya]

SUZUU!! HOW ARE U DOING!? I GOT A WONDERFUL REQUEST THAT IS BASED ON A DREAM I HAD!

CEO!Scaramouche x Wife!Reader NSFW!

Imagine Reader going to Scaramouche's Business Building to give him his Lunch since he forgot it, and what does Reader see? His Secretary giving her glares and looks that scream 'You took the love of my life away, stay away from him for your Own Good.'

So Reader goes to his Humongous Office, and complains about his Secretary so Scaramouche makes Reader sit on his lap to cockwarm him so she can shut that pretty little mouth of hers.

- What if the Secretary got in the office and saw it? I wanna see Reader being so whiny and mumbling nonsense as Scaramouche for being so Sensitive and getting fucked dumb as the Secretary is still watching.

Perhaps Scaramouche might put a baby inside his Wife's tummy since she's such a sweetheart and a fragile doll!! <3

CEO! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cock warming. Breeding kink. Degradation. Praise Wife reader.

a/n: Hello, dear❤️ You.. you oh my goodness, I love it when you drop asks in my inbox. Honestly, I'm a little jealous that I didn't have this dream instead 😭😳❤️. I hope you enjoy.

"Honestly, I don't know what your secretary doesn't understand, Scara," You said, setting the Bento box lunch that he'd forgotten that morning on his desk. Putting a hand on your hip, you glanced at Scaramouche's office door, and glared, rolling your eyes. "I know she sees the wedding ring on my finger, she looks like she wants to kill me every time she sees it."

Scaramouche sat back in his chair, giving you an amused look that made you want to slap him. His smirk was so smug. He thought looked so cute standing there, ranting away about his secretary.

"I don't know what you find so funny," You said, glancing at the papers on his desk. "Please tell me that's the paperwork you have to fill out to fire her."

Scaramouche made a come hither motion with his finger. "C'mere." His eyes followed you as you walked over to stand in front of him. "Take off your clothes," He instructed, unbuttoning his pants.

"W-what?" You stammered, your cheeks flushing when you saw him take his cock out.

"You heard me, take off your clothes. You are going to be a good little wife, and cock warm me while I finish looking over some paperwork," He replied, stroking his cock while he watched you remove your clothes.

Scaramouche's eyes darkened with lust when you pulled your panties off, greedily drinking in the sight of his precious, pretty wife, standing naked in his office, staring longingly at his cock.

Putting his hands on your hips, he guided you to straddle him, lowering you slowly onto his cock. He chuckled when you let out soft whines of pleasure, squirming in his lap when you felt the head of his cock rest up against your sweet spot. "Listen to you. You've barely been sitting on my cock, and already you sound like a whiny slut."

Scaramouche began his work, keeping one hand on your hip to hold you still. Everytime he finished signing something, he put the pen down and ruthlessly rubbed your clit.

You buried your face in his neck to muffle your moans. Every time you tried to move in his lap, he growled at you, his grip tightening on your hip, slamming his cock up inside of you to remind you of your place. "Stay still, and stop squirming, you pathetic slut, you are making it hard to concentrate."

He smacked his hand roughly against your clit, laughing when you cried out, struggling to move. "Look at you, you are shaking out of desperation. And you are so sensitive too," He pinched your clit, making your body twitch in response to the pleasure he was inflicting on your puffy, swollen clit.

"So delicate, and fragile. I have an idea," Scaramouche purred, lifting you off his cock, dropping you unceremoniously back onto it. "How about if I fuck a baby inside you," He put a hand on your cheek, stroking his thumb lovingly across it. "You'd like that, hm?"

"Uh-huh! Please, I need you fuck me, Scara. Fuck me raw and fill me with your cum," You moaned, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. "Please.. please"

"Fuck--" He groaned, putting both of his hands on your hips. "Start bouncing, darling wife. The harder you fuck yourself onto my cock, the better my chances are of knocking you up."

"Thank you, thank you," You chanted like a mantra, arching your back as you rode him, making his office chair squeak. "Are you going to fire her? Please..I..I.." You trailed off, feeling your orgasm smack into you like a freight train, screaming his name as you squirted on his cock.

Panting, you rested your forehead against Scaramouche's, nuzzling it against his as you came down from your high, only noticing just now that his cum was leaking from your abused hole. It dripped down between your legs and onto his office chair.

"Of course I will. I'll fire her after I let you in on a little secret," His glinted with mischief, kissing you softly.

"What is it?" You whispered, licking submissively at his mouth.

"My now former secretary was watching us the entire time through the window. She got a front row seat while I fucked you senseless." Scaramouche smirked at you before he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.

[hitomisuzuya]

HIII SUZUU🫶🫶🫶

having wriothesley brainrot atm hes what i eat think breathe now😭 IMAGINE HIM WITH A DICK PIERCING HELLO??? like he invites u for a tea party at his office but then turns a 360 and he rams that shit up ur stomach 🤤 i feel a bit embarrassed typing that out umm😔

Wriothesley x fem! reader. Smut. Wriothesley with a dick piercing 😳 Office sex. Size kink.

My dear 😭 I am so sorry this took a bit to get to💖 I hope I wrote him okay. This is my first time writing him. I'm super nervous.

A tea party. Some quiet conversation, and a few cups of Earl Gray Tea was all it was supposed to be. Never did you imagine that the topic of conversation would turn to his special piercing, much less would you thought you would end up on his desk, one hand holding one of your thighs open while he bullied his thick cock inch by inch inside of you.

Wriothesley had the most wolfish, cocky grin on his face, watching your expressions as you babbled sweetly about how you didn't think he would fit. "Shh, it'll fit," He cooed, swiping his thumb chilled with Cryo on your puffy, swollen clit. "I know this tight, pretty cunt can take it."

You mewled, your back arching as your legs shook. He rubbed soothing circles on your clit, groaning as your drooling cunt relaxed to accommodate him. You whimpered in pleasure, hooking a shaky leg over his hip to help draw his cock deeper inside of you.

He angled his hips, bullying this rest of his cock inside of you, affectively quieting your sweet, unsure moans about his size when the head of his pierced cock rested firmly against your sweet spot.

Your body spasmed in pleasure in the most intoxicating way to him. He pulled his cock out enough so he could he see it shiny with your slick before thrusting it back inside of you.

Wriothesley hardly gave you time to adjust again before he was pounding himself relentlessly inside of you. Louder, lewder moans spilled from your mouth as his piercing scrapped along your walls, hitting it almost mercilessly into your sweet spot.

He knew he was making you feel good, he was driven with the purpose, no the need, to feel you cream all over his cock.

Wriothesley licked away the tears that fell from your eyes, putting his weight down on you when you tried to wrap your legs around him. "No no," He cooed, prying your legs apart, "You gotta keep your legs spread nice and wide for me," With your legs spread, he could better see the buldge poking up in your stomach. Archons, he would fuck you deeper if he could.

"You wanna cum hard on my cock, huh? Want me to fuck you dumb, until you can't even think?" He taunted, grunting and moaning as he pounded his cock inside of you.

"Yes, Your Grace! Yes!" You cried out, writhing underneath him. You bucked your hips, keeping up with his ferocious pace as best you could. Your cheeks flushed, a little embarrassed at the wet squelching noises bouncing off the walls of his office.

Teacups rattled on his desk before falling onto the floor. Your walls were practically suffocating his cock. He knew you were close. Cryo chilled fingers pinched and rubbed your clit again.

The piercing on his cock slamming just right into your sweet spot made you squirt suddenly on his cock, screaming for him in a way that Wriothesley knew he would never get enough of hearing. He gave your clit a smack to make you be louder.

His body shuddered in bliss, cum spilling warm inside of you. Wriothesley never stopped driving his cock into you once he'd fucked his cum back inside of you.

"You can cum again, can't you, pretty girl?" Wriothesley asked, tilting your head up for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.

"Mhmm," You moaned into his mouth through the dizzying, pleasure fueled haze making your brain fuzzy. You promised to call him Your Grace again before you squirted again.

[hitomisuzuya]

HI SUZUU!! HOPE YOU'RE DOING GREATT!

can i request sextoyworker! scara and fem!reader?

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Fingering. Cunilligus. Orgasm denial. Overstimulation. Some degradation. Bondage.

Hello, dear ❤️🥺 I am doing okay.

Being in the profession that he was, Scaramouche had the unique opportunity to test out new toys. After all, he needed to know how it worked and what to tell the customer about it.

He enjoyed testing them out on you, on this particular day on his lunch break. Except, he planned on taking more than just an hour. He was always eager to find new ways to make you fall apart for him.

Scaramouche was pumping a vibrator shiny with your cum in and out of your mouth. He had four new toys to try out on you. He'd made you cum twice already in rapid succession.

Your eyes were filled with a lovestruck adoration for him. "What do we say when I let you cum?" He asked, taking the vibrator out of your mouth.

"Th-Thank you," You said, panting a little from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Good girl," Scaramouche gave your throbbing clit a few rewarding rubs, making you mewll in pleasure as you rolled your hips up into his fingers. Grasping your chin, he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

"Roll over onto your stomach," He said, biting your lower lip as he pulled away. Your lips lingered on his, cutting the line of saliva that connect your tongues before you did as you were told.

Scaramouche got a silk ribbon out of the drawer of his nightstand. He tied your wrists together and tied the ribbon to the head board. "Ass up in the air," He commanded, smacking a hand across your ass.

Yelping, you raised your ass up for him. Scaramouche grabbed a ribbed rabbit vibrator, rubbing the tip over your clit before turning it on. Putting it on the lowest setting, he slowly pumped in and out of your drenched cunt.

The soft vibrations of the end on your clit made it throb more as the as the vibrator nudged and stimulated your sweet spot. "Ah, God, I already feel like I am gonna cum again," You cried out, writhing as you pushed your hips back into the toy.

"Is that right?" Scaramouche purred, turning the toy's setting up one, pumping it a little faster in and out of you. "Are you going to cum hard, kitten?"

"Yes! Yes, I am," Your body trembled in pleasure, one hand gripping the sheets tightly. You could feel it, the knot of your orgasm was going to break apart any moment now. You let a loud, excited sounding moan the tighter and more consistent your walls clamped around the vibrator.

He rested it against your sweet spot, making pleasure build up in intensity before cruelly taking it out of your cunt. Your walls clamped around nothing, making you whimper in protest. He left you there, aching your release while he took off his clothes.

Scaramouche squeezed and stroked his cock for a few moments, drinking in the way your wet cunt looked before he picked up a toy specifically to stimulate your clit. Turning on the toy, he pressed it on your clit as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance.

The stimulation from the toy on your clit made your walls clamped almost immediate around his cock as he pushed it inside of you. "Fuck hell, you are so tight," He cursed, bottoming out inside of you with a snap of his hips. "Fucking slut," He rubbed the toy around on your clit, fucking his cock into you in a dizzying pace.

Your fingernails dug into your palms, burying your face into the pillows. Scaramouche grabbed a hand of your hair, turning your head so he could hear your cries of pleasure unmuffled.

Overstimulation was making you drool, and tears sting in your eyes. "Am your good girl, Scara?!Am I?!" You babbled, your body going limp from intense pleasure.

"Such a good girl," He groaned, his eyes rolling closed as his cock throbbed, "such a fucking slut," Each word was followed up with a harsher thrust. He was so wrapped up in chasing his own impending orgasm that he forgot to deny you yours.

You screamed his name, squirting on his cock as you choked back sobs of pleasure. Scaramouche turned the toy up on the highest setting. Cursing in Japanese, his cock throbbed one final time before his cum ribboned inside of you.

Scaramouche fucked you through his orgasm, pulling out once he was satisfied. He untied your wrists and rolled you over. "We aren't done yet, doll," He said, picking up the rabbit vibrator again. He turned it on and handed it to you. "Be a good girl as fuck yourself with it. I want to cum down your throat watching you get yourself off."

[hitomisuzuya]

HII SUZUU!! HOW ARE YOU DOING? I seriously missed sending Requests since you're literally one of the best writers that I've ever seen! <33

I was wondering if you could do a Scaramouche x Reader x Kunikuzushi BUT a Celestial Type? (NSWF OFC COURSEE)

Like Scaramouche is a Demon and Kunikuzushi is an Angel. Them always fighting one for Distruction and the other for Peace.

What if they both laid their Eyes on Reader? Kunikuzushi always following reader like a Lost Puppy but being extremely Perverty while Scaramouche is always in the Shadows watching us like a Pray...

Poor Kunikuzushi losing his Innocence after he found some of reader's used underwears and him using them to jerk off (what a pervert angel!) But Scaramouche is another story..

Scaramouche literally appearing in front of reader while reader was taking a bath and fucking them till they become a little dumb pet<33

If you do this request then thank you cuz I WILL LITERALLY DIE CUZ I WAS DREAMING OF IT LAST NIGHT😻

Demon!Scaramouche x fem!reader Angel!Kunikuzushi x fem! reader. Smut. Masturbation. Dumbification.

I got a little filthy with this one. Thank you for spoiling me with such a delicious ask and your kind words❤️ Sorry it took me a few days to write this. Here is the pitch and I hope you enjoy. I tagged them as Yanderes cause it seemed fitting.

Angel! Kunikuzushi who clung to you the moment he met you, following you everywhere like a lost puppy. When he wasn't fighting Scaramouche's constant need to spread chaos and destruction around him, he spent his time obsessing about you.

He was reduced to a panting, moaning mess on the floor of your room, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his cum shooting to stain the fabric of your panties again, having lost count of how many times he'd come awhile ago.

Every now and then, Kunikuzushi's soft lilac eyes would focus on the scene going on in the bath tub, his cock hardening again, fucking himself into your panties, letting out a desperate whine that made the demon fucking his precious girl dumb in the bathtub laugh.

Demon! Scaramouche thought Kunikuzushi sounded just as pathetic as you did, begging for him to fuck you harder, your walls clamping around his cock, squirting into the warm water as it sloshed around you.

While Kunikuzushi followed close behind you with every step he took, begging for you to touch him even a little bit in a way that would make him jack off for hours just thinking about it, Scaramouche preferred to stay in the shadows, stalking and watching you.

Waiting for the right time to take you, fucking your brains out and reducing you to nothing but a dumb little pet who begs for his cock inside of you like you crave it.

"More!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into his back, your legs wrapping around him to push him deeper inside of you. "Make me come again, please! I'll do anything you want, Scaramouche! Please!"

"I'll put on a collar on you, then. It'll be the perfect touch for my fuck toy to wear," He slammed himself inside of you again after he pulled his cock out of just to watch the cum gush from your cunt. "I'm going to enjoy to staining that with my cum once I buckle it around your pretty throat. I'll yank on it while I fuck you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Scaramouche pinched one of your nipples roughly, making you cry out, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts. "I would love that more than anything! Scara! Scara!" Every thrust coiled your orgasm tighter and until you came again, your mouth agape, your tongue hanging a little from the side of your mouth.

He continued to thrust into you, making bath water slosh out onto the floor. "You sound like such a dumb slut," His degradation continued to make your walls clamp around his cock, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks as you choked out sobs of pleasure. "Go ahead, say Kunikuzushi's name too. Give him a thrill. It'll make that angel cum right on your panties the second it hears it."

When you could only babble incoherently, Scaramouche laughed and pulled out of you. "Opps, I guess you are too fucked dumb to listen to a word I say." Shoving you away from him, he lifted himself to sit on the edge of the tub. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he shoved your head down, forcing his cock into your mouth.

"Suck loudly now, my pet. I want Kunikuzushi to see you drool all over my cock while my cum spills from your mouth," Scaramouche moaned when you took him into your mouth, flattening your tongue along his cock in an almost worshipping manner.

You did hear yourself much after that, maybe a whimper that sounded like an echo in your ears as you swallowed his cum, your throat convulsing as you coughed.

[hitomisuzuya]

hiii suzuu could i have some yn scara coffee shop au fluff?

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluff. AU. Scara with a smooth pick up line at the end. Some humor.

Hello, dear❤️ Sorry it took me awhile to get to this. I wanted to think of something really cute. I know you guys don't fancy my fluff or romance as much as my smut but I wanna show I am not a one trick pony.

At first, Scaramouche had only stopped in to get a coffee. Get in, order, pay, and get out. That was a plan, anyways. Until he saw you.

When he first walked in, there you were, standing there looking all beautiful as you smiled at him in what he started hoping wasn't an obligatory smile in greeting.

"Scaramouche. What a unique name," You said when you asked what name to put on his cup. You wrote with a marker on the cup. "Spelt like this, right?" You showed him the cup with his name spelt correctly in blocky but somehow elegant handwriting.

No one had ever taken the time or consideration to ask him if his name was spelt right. Were you some kind of subhuman or something?

Scaramouche left that day not having the nerve to ask you for your phone number. Fast forward to this point a few months later. He still hadn't gotten the nerve to ask for your number.

You know what they say about pretty girls? They were intimidating to approach because they were pretty.

Yeah, that was you.

Scaramouche always made it a point to ask you what days you worked so he could come and see you. He would spend his time making idle conversation with you about music or anything when there was a lull in customers, or when you were doing cleaning, or had a spare minute.

And ordering a lot of coffee.

He started picking random mixes, and it become something of a game for both of you. Especially when you started sampling his concoctions with him.

Scaramouche watched you at the counter, handing someone their order. This guy had been coming in quite often, just like he was. He knew what he was after.

He couldn't sit still any longer when the guy lingered by the counter. He needed insert himself into this situation before it was too late.

But, Scaramouche had something working against him. You did that thing where you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear when you smiled. That distracted Scaramouche from seeing that his shoe lace was untied.

Because fate loved him so much, he stepped on his shoelace, tumbling right to the ground. He let out a loud volley of curses.

You rushed out from behind the counter. "Are you okay?" You asked, kneeling down in front of him. You put your hands on his cheeks. "Did you hit your head? Look at me."

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed, gently batting your hands away. "I'm fine," He said gruffly, his pride heavily dented. His breath was stolen from his lungs when he looked into your eyes.

You sighed in relief. "That's good," You offered him your hand. He almost didn't take it out of pride, but that would give him a excuse to actually touch you in some way.

He could barely look at you as he got to his feet. He could smell your perfume. "Wait," He said when you turned to go back to the counter.

"Hm? Are you feeling dizzy?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.

Scaramouche shook his head, his cheeks flushing darker. "I'll need your phone number so you can come check on me later," He said, feeling his heart speed up in his chest. He'd finally done it.

His heart dropped when you smiled at him, and walked back to the counter without a word. Were you turning him down? What was going through your head?

You went about making a coffee, making sure it was black like he normally liked it. You wrote what he assumed was his name on the label.

A pity coffee?

"Here, it's on me," You said, handing him the coffee cup. However, his name wasn't on the label. Instead, there was a little heart colored in with purple marker, and your phone number under it.

Your cheeks had the cutest blush on them.

[hitomisuzuya]

hihi suzuu !! how are you doingg :] anyways uhh could i have reader with abandonment issues being comforted by scara ? have a nice day aaa

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Hurt/Comfort.

I myself have abandonment issues, so this was very personal for me to write. I suppose it's why I cling to my writing so much.

Scaramouche had seen that look on your face before. He'd seen it on his own face many times. Your abandonment issues were kicking in hard.

And he understood that better than anyone.

Because he had abandonment issues to.

Tears welled in your eyes before the words came spilling out of your mouth. "It happens over and over again, it's a vicious cycle," You said, your voice wobbling as you hastily brushed tears away, "everyone always leaves me. For no reason. It's like they lose interest or something when I don't serve a purpose to them. I really must be that useless,"

Scaramouche's posture stiffened. You kept going on, and he could hardly stand to hear a word of it.

"I've long since come to terms with the fact that I am worthless human being who serves no purpose to anyone. I can't blame anyone that leaves even if it hurts so much," You sniffled, rubbing away more tears.

And then you said the words that sent a knife right through is heart. You were repeating exactly what he'd said you so many times before: "I wouldn't blame you if you left me either."

And every time you'd been there to comfort him. So now it was his turn to do the same for you.

Scaramouche sighed and put a hand on your head. He rested your head against his chest. "Stop, please," He said, stroking a hand through your hair. "Look, I'm here," He reassured. "You are one person I could never leave. You don't have to worry, I'm not going anywhere."

You sobbed quietly into his chest, hiding your face. Wrapping your arms around him, your hand folded into the fabric of his shirt. Like you were clinging to him.

He laughed softly, and it wasn't patronizing or one of amusement. It was one of endearment. "Look at you. I'm the one comforting you, and in the end, it's you comforting me."

Scaramouche would let you cry as much as you needed to. He wrapped his arms around you, stroking his hand soothingly through your hair. Exactly the same way you did for him.

You were everything to him. You were life when there was nothing else for him. You'd taught him it was okay to trust and love again. That it was okay for him to show vulnerability without expecting people to take advantage of it.

You were the only light in this otherwise dark and miserable world.

After a few minutes of sobbing quietly into his chest, you pulled away and rubbed your eyes. You sighed, frustrated because the tears just kept coming. You wanted them to stop, damn it. It sucked so much for you to cry in front of him.

Scaramouche understood this too. He put his hat on your head. He didn't want to see you cry, not like this. "You are worth so much more than you think you are," He said, pulling the brim of his hat over your eyes. "I wouldn't trade a single thing in this world for you."

And he never said things he didn't mean.

[hitomisuzuya]

HI SUZUU IM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD TODAY 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 Its all bc of u I hope u know that :)))) drink lots of water and sleep well okayyy, also Im so proud that youre finally gonna start writing for urself daily! I cant wait to see what u come up with teehee

Time for my daily request!!

Reader constantly telling wanderer hes the most beautiful man in the entirety of teyvat. I would say reader would be the "acting soft top" of the relationship (romantic wise, sexual wise Wanderer would fuck her to oblivion deadass😭) just complimenting wanderer and being gentle with her touches leaving him flustered and falling in love with u all over again <333 (sfw)

Wanderer x fem!reader. SFW. A little suggestive at some points though 😊

a/n: I knew as soon as I opened my eyes that your daily request would be in my inbox. Mwah, here is the pitch, my dear Kichi. I hope you and anyone reading this enjoys❤️ This made me happy to write. This piece is also more for Wanderer than any of us. He deserves it😭

"Seriously, where did you even come from?" You marveled, your fingers brushing against his cheeks, your thumbs sweeping out to skim underneath his eyes. "Every person in Teyvat would agree with me when I say you are most beautiful person in all nations."

"Stop it. You are making me blush. It's embarrassing," Wanderer replied.

He may have told you to stop, but that always was Wanderer code for: please praise me more. Don't stop. I like it.

Wanderer pulled you against him, his lips hovering over yours. He couldn't help himself when you got romantic, especially with your words. He always thought you had such a way with them to begin with. And to call him a person! He liked to soak in moments like this with you.

You never failed to make the Vision on his chest light up. It represented his heart. Wanderer didn't even need for that to be there in moments like this. You really had his heart. His Vision pendant (?) was practically useless.

How dare you be skilled, making him fall for you all over again. It always happened so fast that he swear he had emotional whiplash. Your touches always made him shiver, but it was constant when you cooed softly at him in that cute way you always had.

Wanderer could never tell who loved who the most sometimes. It always felt a little overwhelming in a good way as Nahida would've explained it.

This was only to end one way. It always did. He would take his hat and toss it aside or put in on your head, pressing soft, deep kisses on your lips (rolling his eyes sometimes while he did it. It was at himself, not at you.)

If anyone called him weak in moments like this, he would punch them on the spot right in the face. He soaked shit like this up like a sponge. How could be possibly be considered weak for falling in love with all over again? The idea was absurd to him.