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wow my blog is 3 years old today

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hi i know i already haven’t written in a while but i just wanted to post this as a hiatus announcement >~< so sorry guys but i’ve been all too busy for a while now to get any writing done, and i think i’ve honestly just lost my passion for writing. i haven’t even liked my past few works and every time i start typing i just end up deleting everything because i’m really not liking what i’ve been writing recently and i’m not too sure why. i think i just criticize myself too harshly but besides that i really just don’t enjoy writing as much as i did a few months ago. i’m not going on hiatus forever because at the end of the day i will always love writing but it might be for a long time until i feel like i can write and actually write good again. so sorry </3

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Kinich and yn having the time of their lives while ajaw just looks terrified, JOKES ASIDE OMFG I LUV THISS??? CURRENTLY MY FAVE KINICH FIC😋😋

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AAAAHHHHHH YOU MAKE ME BLUSH😊😊 but i’m cryijf i completely forgot about ajaw and that thought is so funny😭😭

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he just can't resist you!</3

✰ . biting, creampie, hehehe whiny kinich, he is my new obsession, fem!reader, this is very short

quick fic to feed the kinich brainrot and in honor of his release

he's trying so hard to fuck you slowly-- thrusting in a harsh, unsteady rhythm with a bruising grip on your hips as his dick kisses your sweet spot each time he snaps his hips forward after pulling all the way back. kinich prided on keeping himself composed in.. desperate situations-- much like this one. so, he wondered just why it was so hard for him to do exactly that now. was it the way your cunt squeezed so perfectly tight around him? or the sound of your whines of his name that filled the room?

keeping his pace slow, though unsteadily so, he was seconds short of letting go of all of his remaining(yet scarce) self-control and fucking you like a rabid animal. he leaned forward, biting down on various spots on your neck hard enough to leave marks to try and anchor himself. you whined out, hands tangling and tugging in his hair as he continued to bite.

he was absolutely losing his mind, groaning into your skin every time he fully sank into you. staring into his pretty eyes whenever he brought his head up from biting all over you, the sight of him so focused yet unfocused due to how you alone were making him feel only tightened the coiling knot in your stomach. it was when he reached a hand down towards your clit to pinch and roll it between the pads of his slender fingers that you really lost it.

your eyes rolled back and your vision went spotty as your orgasm came over you, a whined cry of his name jumping out of your throat as your arousal made a mess all over his cock.

that made him lose it immediately. his nails dug into the fat of your hips, speeding up his thrusts imperceptibly as hardly coherent and desperate groans of your name slung out of his mouth. your moans only got louder, and you threw your head back against the pillows as your eyes rolled back. "no, no," kinich pleaded, "look at me baby-- please look at me."

his thrusts were rough and needy as he chased his high, overstimulated whines and whimpers leaving your mouth as you held on tight to his shoulders to try and steady yourself. his head hung low, lengthy hair tickling your face as he shamelessly moaned into your ear. his breath was hot on your skin, the sounds of pleasure emanating from his mouth almost enough to make you cum a second time.

he started again with messy kisses and licks all over your neck, moving onto bites as he desperately whimpered into your skin. a few more sharp thrusts and he bit down hard on your shoulder, groaning loud as he came undone. he was cumming hard into you, bruising pace finally slowing as he unsteadily fucked out his high before coming to a full stop-- the both of you panting heavy and trying to catch your breaths.

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adeptus' temptation

✰ . fem!reader, creampie, nipple play, uhhh nothing else i love xiao

xiao has been having quite a rough time with the sudden influx of overtime in his role of protector of liyue, but of course, you're always there to help him out <3.

divider creds @/strangergraphics !

after quite a long day of xiao's taxing duties, he returned home to you rather late at night. this was unusual because he was typically home earlier, but he had been taking on quite the workload for some time now. of course, every night he'd come back so late, he would apologize and promise that this wouldn't go on for much longer.

quietly crawling into bed next to you, he was exhausted, more so than he usually was, but he was also awfully clingy tonight. despite your relaxed form sleeping soundly, he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist and laid halfway on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and trailing soft kisses all along your skin.

the sudden sensation caused you to stir awake, and your eyes slowly fluttered open. you looked down at him, bringing a hand up to gently run it through his hair as you spoke in a sleepy whisper, "long day, xiao?"

squeezing you a little tighter, he nodded. "mhm. 'm so overworked..," he murmured, his warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke. before you could wrap your arms around you and kiss him on the forehead, he propped himself up to straddle above you. as you looked up at him, you could so clearly see the intense fatigue on his face. you frowned. he looked weary, like he hadn't been eating much, and the dark circles under his eyes were visible even in this low lighting.

you placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch, letting out a soft sigh of relaxation as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. when he opened them again, there was a desperate look mixed with something else in his eyes, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it. he leaned forward again, beginning to pepper soft kisses on your cheek before moving them back down to your neck. his hands lightly trailed up and down your waist as he softly muttered in between the kisses he left along your skin, "can you make me feel better,, please?"

there was a plea in his tone that you just couldn't refuse. why not indulge a lover in need, yeah? you could barely get a nod in before he was crashing his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly slipping its way into your mouth as his hands wasted no time slipping just under the hem of your shirt.

he hardly pulled off of you, muttering quiet thank you's in the very short time frames where he moved his lips from yours to let you breathe. of course the yaksha could hold his breath much longer than you, so he didn't break the kiss until your hands moved up and frantically tugged at his hair.

you panted breathlessly as his hungry kisses moved down to your neck, his hands shoving your shirt up just enough to set your perfect tits on full display. he took a moment, his all-devouring gaze drinking in the sight of you beneath him like fine wine. a deep red splashed your cheeks and your eyes shifted away from his as if he'd swallow you whole if you looked too long.

he pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist, and you heard a soft laugh from him before he moved his head down, hand groping one of your boobs as he popped your nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. his piercing golden eyes never left your face, admiring the sight of you whimpering and slightly arching your back off the bed when he started to bite.

his every touch set fire to your skin, not once taking your eyes off of him as his mouth and hands traveled your body like an empty canvas waiting to be turned into a magnificent painting. so when he’s tearing your panties off(he’ll promise to buy you a new pair later) and starting at stuffing his cock into you, you can’t help the shrill whine that immediately jumps out of your throat.

he's slowly pushing his hips forward, soft groans already escaping his mouth as your pussy sucks him in so sweetly. he starts off slow, pulling his hips back and forth in short, harsh thrusts. his head is hung low, grip tightening on you as needy moans and incoherent praises spill past his lips and directly into your ears.

your legs squeezed tight around his waist, pulling him closer so he could fuck you deeper. your hands tangled and tugged at his hair, whines of his name leaving your mouth like a catchy song-- a beautiful melody to his ears.

at this rate he was fucking you like a bitch in heat, his fast pace so difficult to keep up with and practically knocking the air out of your lungs. his grip on you was bruising, nails digging into your plush skin as he completely ruined your pussy. your eyes were rolling so far back into your skull that you swore you'd be able to see your brain soon-- back arching off of the bed and your legs squeezing tighter around his waist as all sorts of pleas and lewd phrases rushed out of your mouth.

desperately chasing his high, he speeds up imperceptibly-- which you didn't even know was possible at the rate he was already going. when he started to desperately bite all over your neck and collarbones like a starved man, your vision went spotty and your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami.

gazing down at the creamy white ring formed at the base of his cock by your juices, his hips stuttered as fervent gasps and desperate, stringy moans started to spill past his lips while he neared the edge.

a few more sharp thrusts and he started to unravel, pace erratic and unsteady as he spilled ropes of his cum into you with heavenly whimper that fell right into your ears. his thrusts slowly stuttered to a stop as the last of his cum spurted into you, droplets of it already dripping onto the sheets below you.

your combined breaths were heavy, but he only stopped for a moment before he started to slowly thrust again. pulling all the way out until just the tip was left in you before harshly snapping his hips forward, groaning each time his skin slapped against yours. what a long, long night you were going to have.

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going to TRY and post three fics between tonight and tomorrow night. maybe two.

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Girl i have this fic idea and omg ur gonna love it🤭🤭 (i think u already know my account because you literally followed me😭)(if ur reqs are open btw!!)

Okay so childe(if u write for him but if u dont any would be fine!!) is like y/ns childhood friend, yn moved to a different place and they didnt see eachother for a long time many years later, while childe is at a restaurant at liyue he sees yn!! And they get along well, and they both got drunk and...🤭 (But if ur not in the mood for smut just write the fluff part, i dont mind!!) They also made this silly promise to marry when theyre old so theres that ;))

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i actually dont know ur user bc i followed back a few accs when i started my bloc cus i thought they were cool lookin so yours is prob one of them🤭🤭 but NONNIE YOU GENIUS!! sorry this took me so long to respond to i am all over the place rn but i am definitely going to get to writing this very very soon and it might be lengthy so i’m gonna put it on a different post but that is actually a very good idea what would i do without you omgz.

ALSO i realized that i never title any of my fics so should i start doing that yez or no!

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✰ . drunk sex, kazuha's wasted, reader is ALSO drunk😭, this is really short, messy creampie, fem reader

kazuha fucking you while ur both drunk lol

"pretty.. so pretty,' the drunken kazuha murmured as he slowly and erratically rocked his hips back and forth, his thick cock kissing every one of the sweet spots inside your cunt, a truly euphoric feeling.

your moans were music to him, a melody sweeter than the songs of the winds. his head hung low, heavy breaths that were just short of whines falling into your ears like a soothing lullaby. he brought a hand up from your waist, moving your hand that was strung over your mouth to the side, pressing it against the mattress and intertwining his fingers with yours.

in between the messy kisses kazuha started to place all over your neck, he mumbled, "mnh.. 'want you to be my girlfriend, pretty girl.." his other hand tightened on your waist, making sure to hold you still while he stuffed his dick into you.

your free hand moved to tangle in his hair, and with a whine of his name, you softly laughed because, "i am your girlfriend," you stuttered out, your fucked out state barely allowing your words to leave your mouth coherently.

he let out a shaky, strained sigh, his warm breath and the faint scent of the one too many drinks he had tonight tickling your skin. "mmh.. how lucky i am," he muttered, his hips slightly stuttering at your words.

releasing your hand, he lifted one of your legs up and pressed your thigh against your chest, his pace slow and rough to make sure he properly filled up every inch of you. his hands gripped firmly on your waist and the back of your thigh, hips thrusting in an unsteady rhythm while he murmured sweet praises into your ear. "perfect.. 'feels so fucking perfect," he whispered, shamelessly whimpering and moaning right into your ear with half-lidded eyes.

lifting his head up just enough, he crashed his lips against yours, suddenly speeding up his thrusts, nails digging into your skin. he barely pulled off of you, breaking the kiss for short seconds at a time before eagerly pressing his lips back onto yours. he hardly gave the two of you any time to breathe, until you were frantically tapping his shoulder-- to which he responded by pulling off only for a few seconds longer each time he did so.

within minutes, he was losing it, biting at your bottom lip as the coiling knot in his stomach finally snapped. he pulled off of your mouth, leaving both of you panting messes as his cum spilled all into you, the sensation tipping you too over the edge of your orgasm-- your juices creating a creamy white ring at the base of his cock while his hips slowly stuttered into a stop.

his head hung low, heavily panting into your ear for just a moment. you thought he was done until he started shortly rutting his hips again as he pulled his head up to meet your gaze with a desperate look in his eyes. "one more, baby?"

kazuha, your beautiful and loving boyfriend. how could you ever say no to him?

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is sobbing over scaramouche lore real or am i crazy

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these people get it

HIS FACE CARD ACTUALLY NEVER FUCKING DECLINES IM CONVULSING ON THE FLOOR RN.

dawg look at my psychiatrist, he can't stop serving cvnt ☹️🙏🏻

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oh my GIOODDGGHH NNNGGGHFHHSGSGWB he’s so fucking gorgeously beautiful i am about to bust. my screen is white

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oh gosdddhhh i’m in love with him

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req from @violetb52 !

✰ . obsessive ex bf kaeya, manipulation, the accident is up to interpretation, gender neutral reader, there might be a part 2 depending on how well this does

your crazy ex-boyfriend finds out you were a bad accident, and imagine his surprise when you don't remember a single thing about your past together . . .

absolute psycho was the label that perfectly described your ex-boyfriend, kaeya. during your lengthy relationship, which you often wondered why you allowed to go on for so long, kaeya was nothing more than the worst. well, realistically, he was all but a bad boyfriend. he checked all of the boxes for a quality lover, but for you, he was much too.. clingy.

but hey, maybe you were overreacting. maybe some person out there would love to have a boyfriend who acts like he'll die when he's apart from them for too long. honestly, you couldn't tell if it was some serious anxiety attachment, or if he just had some screws loose.

whether it be five minutes or an hour, he hated it when you weren't at least in his line of sight. any longer than that, and you'd have to mentally prepare yourself for the hundreds of texts he'd somehow manage to send you within a few minutes. oh, and, you had to respond to every single one. if you didn't, the calls would start, and he might've even had to show up at whatever location you were at. because of course, he made you keep your location sharing on.

not only all of that, he was absolutely obsessed with you. to the point where it was just overbearing. when you were together, you couldn't get him off of you. he was constantly hugging you, kissing you, and just blatantly being all over you. whether or not the two of you were in public, he did not care. it was beyond suffocating.

when you broke up, he was an absolute mess. the day of, he begged you not to go. he repeatedly told you that he would, in his words, literally die without you, and that he didn't know how to carry on without you. you told him that he needed help, to which he responded that the only thing he needed was you. you really did feel bad for him in a way, but you didn't let up. refusing to put up with his behavior any longer, you just left.

for the next few days, he had been silent. which, in all honesty, shocked you and concerned you at the same time. you were glad that he wasn't bothering you, but you knew what he was capable of, and couldn't help but worry about what he might've been doing to himself. though, your peace was temporary, as it was only a matter of days before the messages started.

hundreds, almost thousands of texts daily, ranging from begging you to come back to him to acting like everything was fine and telling you things about his day and such. one night, as you drifted off to sleep, you swore to yourself that you were going to block him if you got one more text from him. though, the next morning, nothing. and all day and the days after that, nothing. it was odd, and again, you were just a little concerned, but you shrugged it off. you were happy that he finally stopped bothering you, and decided not to care about what he was doing.

many a moon later, you had, in all honesty, completely forgotten about him. but he most certainly did not forget about you. you were his waking and resting thought, his everyday motivation, his sun, his moon, his everything. he spent nearly every day crafting some sort of plan to win you back, and nights dreaming of you two growing old and being happy together.

back when you dated, you had him as your sole emergency contact, and you never remembered to take him off of it because you didn't find yourself frequently getting into accidents. at least, not until now as of late. recently, you found yourself treading a wobbly tightrope of misfortune, and that bad luck had somehow managed to land you in the hospital late at night. waking up dazed, confused, sore, and bandaged in numerous places, you sat up with a groan. the only thing the nurse was saying that you managed to catch was that you had a visitor. everything else went in one ear and out the other.

minutes after the nurse walke out of the room, an unfamiliar man with long blue hair came rushing in, looking tired as if he had been woken up, yet very scared at the same time. "y/n! i know you probably don't want to see me, but i needed to make sure you were okay. are you alright?? i came as soon as i could," he said worriedly. he spoke in frantic rambles, but you could only stare at him in confusion as he did. halting his rambles when he noticed your perplexed expression, he leaned down so his face was level to yours. "y/n... is something wrong?" he said, his voice laced with concern.

you only stared at him more, studying his face before finally speaking. "do i.. know you?" you asked. in an instant, his entire expression dropped. there was a hollowness in his eyes, and his throat went dry as he stared into yours. you had never seen someone so terrified. "..what?"

there was an awkward look on your face. "um, i think you have me confused with someone else by my name,' you murmured quietly. he shook his head, blinking away his fearful expression and furrowing his eyebrows. he moved a hand forward to cradle your face, but hesitantly retracted it when you shifted back. his expression was slightly hurt as he spoke in a softer tone.

"y/n, its me, kaeya, i'm your.." he trailed off, for a sudden realization came to him that this could be his only chance to get you back. it was a ghastly idea, admittedly, but he meant it when he said he'd stop at nothing to win your heart again. he moved his hands forward, too swift for you to pull away as they both found purchase on your cheeks. "don't you remember? i'm your boyfriend," he said with a pleading look in his eyes.

"oh," you said, your lips forming half a smile, "okay." he pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours as he let out a shaky sigh before speaking. "archons, i've missed you so much," he muttered. you found that statement odd coming from the man who was supposed to be dating you, but you didn't have time to question it before he raised his head and pulled you into a rushed kiss.

your eyes widened, but they slowly flutttered closed as you reciprocated the kiss. if he's your boyfriend, it should be okay, right? he pulled you closer, hands gently yet firmly cradling your face as he crawled onto the bed with you, hovering above you as he practically pressed his body against yours. he wouldn't pull away from you, urgently making out with you until you were frantically tapping his shoulder so you could breath. "kaeya,," you murmured before he finally let up and pulled away from you, still holding on tight like you'd disappear or something if he let go of you even for a second.

you looked up at him, softly panting while you tried to catch your breath. "you nearly suffocated me," you said softly with a smile and a touch of humor in your tone. there was a guilty expression on his face as he looked at you, long locks of his tousled hair hanging down and tickling your skin. "i'm sorry, baby," he said before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. his eyes darted elsewhere as he murmured something to himself, barley loud enough for you to hear. "its just been so long.."

you raised an eyebrow. again with the cryptic words. "kaeya," you started, "what do you mean 'so long'?" you questioned.

his breath hitched. he didn't know what to say, but he had to think of something quick. "uh, it's been so long... since you've been hurt like this, baby! i haven't been this worried in quite a while," he frantically explained. it's funny, you couldn't seem to recall any other time that you'd been injured enough to be in the hospital. it perplexed you so much, you started to wonder just how many things you'd forgotten.

before you could say any more, he pulled off of you and stood up. he seemed so nervous as he looked at you-- almost like he'd made some sort of mistake. he fiddled anxiously with his hands and his voice had a slight tremble to it as he spoke. "i'm gonna get you some water, do you need anything else?"

you shook your head, and he muttered an okay before swiftly turning around and exiting the room. you couldn't help but think to yourself, what an odd man. there was something so off about him but you just couldn't figure out what. sometime later, the door opened again and there stood kaeya, holding a bottle of water alongside some folded clothes and a phone sitting atop them.

he smiled, that nervousness from mere moments ago completely washed away. setting down the clothes and phone on a nearby table, he handed you the water before sitting in a chair by the foot of the bed. "one of the nurses handed me your things when i was on the way back here," he said, briefly pausing before continuing again, "she said you should be in the clear to leave tomorrow."

with a quiet sigh of ease, you smiled, sipping your water before you spoke. "well, that's a relief," you said softly. he spoke again, his tone gentle despite his true intentions. "it sure is. if you need anything, i'll be right here, okay?"

you nodded, your focus turning to your phone that sat atop your clothes. you picked it up in hopes that something on it could help you find the missing puzzle pieces in your brain. tapping the screen a couple times, you realize that it was powered off. so you held the power button down with a hopeful glint in your eyes-- only to be met with disappointment to see that it'd be locked until.. two days from now?!

you turned it over, examining every nook and cranny of the small device to try and find some way to unlock it, but it was pointless. you weren't going to get into your phone for quite some time-- and kaeya made sure of that. blinded by hope, you spent so long turning it over and over, analyzing the lit-up screen for any way that you could get around this two-day wait. though the whole time, you couldn't ignore the chilling feeling of kaeya's stare tearing right into you. you dared not meet his gaze directly, but in the corner of your eye, you could make out an icy-cold expression on his face as he stared deep into your soul-- like a tiger waiting for its prey to make the wrong move before it pounces.

he wouldn't tear his eyes off of you even for half a second, and it sent an uneasy chill down your spine. you felt trapped, like you couldn't do anything but fiddle with your phone because you'd shatter if you looked back at him. eventually, he fell asleep and you finally let up, quietly setting your phone down as your gaze swept over him. you observed his low-hung head and listened to the quiet snores coming from him that floated around the room, and began to feel a growing uncertainty surrounding just exactly what your relationship with this mystifying man was.

why did he assume you wouldn't want to see him? what did he really mean by "i've missed you" and "it's been so long"? you had so many questions, and could only hope that they would be answered soon . . .

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i am so sorry for taking a several month break every time i post!! wont(probably will) happen again i love you guys pls forgive me

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✰ . college au, fem!reader, reader wheres a skirt, this is SO cliche, plot >.<, scara's a little bit of a biter, orgasm denial once, nipple play, semi-public(?), this has been in the drafts FOREVER and is also really fucking long

you and scaramouche played an innocent prank on a professor-- which led to you both being trapped in a small storage closet. since you'd both be in there for a while waiting for someone to come get you out, why not make it more enjoyable, right? . . .

RANDOM DISCLAMMERR!! this fic has been in the drafts probably like,, since i started writing- WHICH, isn't THAT long ago but my writing style has changed a lot since then. i don't hate this fic so I'm not gonna change anything I've already written, but the smut part is what i didn't get to writing so that part of this fic will be more similar to my current writing style!^_^

for whatever reason, you let scaramouche, aka your university's most notorious troublemaker, coax you into playing an innocent prank on one of the professors that no one liked, which put you in the situation you're in now.

you weren't really friends with him, so you had no idea why he was asking you of all people, but you figured that it wouldn't hurt to do something fun for once. everything went as planned, but there was an unexpected turn of events when you and scaramouche had to duck into a nearby storage closet to avoid being caught by the professor who was chasing you through the halls.

you both slammed the door shut while laughing but also trying to shush each other to avoid getting caught, and you decided to wait it out for a few minutes just so the professor wouldn't see you both and chase after you again. amidst your giggles and shushes, you hear a faint jingle, and you pass it off as nothing before you hear a click followed by that jingle once more. you looked up at scaramouche who also seemed to have heard the sounds, and you both fell silent while glancing between each other and the door.

swiftly, your hand moved to the doorknob and you tugged at it and attempted to turn it a few times-- but it wouldn't budge. you shifted your gaze from the door and back to scaramouche with an inward sigh. "bad news! we're locked in..." you said in a trying-to-be-optimistic tone.

he raised an eyebrow whilst his eyes slightly widened in disbelief. "seriously??" he replied. his hand moved to the door and he did the same thing you did, tugging and turning at the knob for a few seconds, to no avail. he sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket, opened it, and moved to sit in a chair that was sitting against the back wall of the closet. he took a few moments to type something up on his phone before looking back up at you. "i texted a friend for help. they should be here soon, k?"

you responded with a curt nod and rested your back on the wall behind you, shifting your attention to your phone and trying to find something to do to kill time.

you both waited in a somewhat comfortable silence, considering you were both occupied doing whatever on your phones as to not make anything awkward. though as time passed, each moment started to feel longer and longer. at some point, your phone was no longer keeping you occupied and you've resorted to looking around the small closet that seemed to continuously shrink the longer you were trapped in it. not only was your boredom reaching its peak, but with scaramouche occupying the only chair in the room, and there being no space to sit anywhere else, you began to grow restless from standing.

just as you were about to prop yourself up from the wall and attempt to relieve the growing discomfort in your legs by stretching or something, you hear Scaramouche begin to speak and you move your gaze to him. "don't you ever get tired of standing for that long?" he extended his hand toward you with his usual mischievous grin. "here, sit with me," he said.

you raised an eyebrow with a skeptical expression and confusion in your voice. "sit with you? where? there's nowhere to sit," you replied. you figured what he said must've been sarcastic, and that he was taunting you since he was the one sitting and you had to suffer while standing, so you rolled your eyes at him.

he let out a brief laugh at your response and inched his hand a little closer, that smug smirk and undertone of sudden anticipation still apparent on his face. "come on, of course there is!" he said.

you looked at him, retaining that skeptical look, and sighed. though you didn't entirely trust him since he was the one that got you both into this situation in the first place and he was also known for having tricks up his sleeve, you couldn't bear to stand for another second. hesitantly, you reached your hand towards the one he held out for you, and the moment your hands made contact, he swiftly pulled you towards him, making you fall on his lap with your back pressed to his chest.

when you realized what just happened, you hurriedly sat up, remaining on his lap but creating some distance between the two of you. You turned your head to look over your shoulder, and your eyes met his, followed by his cocky grin that seemed to have grown wider. You furrowed your eyebrows and silently thanked the archons that the room was just dark enough to where he couldn't see the faint pink tinting your cheeks. "seriously?!" you said.

he let out a curt laugh and spoke almost tauntingly. "better than standing though, right?" he teased.

you then realized that this was better than putting your legs through any more pain and you sighed, indicating that he was sort of right. "..i guess. just.. not really what i had in mind," you replied. he snickered and went back to whatever he was doing on his phone before, as did you.

minutes pass, and you slowly begin to realize that you still aren't comfortable. then again, you remind yourself that this is better than standing and you won't be truly comfortable until you're finally out of this cramped closet. but that doesn't stop you from slightly shifting on scaramouche's lap every so often to try and make the discomfort a little more bearable.

the way he quietly gasped, his cheeks grew a reddish pink tint, and the way his hand inched closer to gripping your waist every time you shifted went unnoticed by you until you shifted once more and unknowingly brushed the plush of your ass against the bulge forming in his pants, eliciting a sharp gasp from him and causing him to place a firm hold on your waist with a swift movement of his hand. "stop moving so much.." he muttered.

you looked over your shoulder to meet his gaze and he prayed that the darkness of the room hid his flustered expression from your view. "sorry..!" you said with a mixture of awkwardness and guilt on your face.

his hold on your waist loosened but he didn't entirely let go. He took a deep breath and diverted his eyes from yours "it's alright, just.. don't move so much," he replied.

you responded with a curt nod and turned your gaze back to whatever you were doing before. as the moments passed, you found it harder and harder to resist moving even just a little bit. although you didn’t want to annoy scaramouche, you were so uncomfortable with the way you were sitting. you considered just getting up altogether and standing, but you didn’t want to be rude since scaramouche was the one who offered you a seat in the first place— and you'd rather not have aching legs from standing uncomfortably.

after a few minutes of silently fighting back and forth with yourself on whether or not you should move, you inwardly sighed and decided to move just a little in hopes that it wouldn’t be too much of a bother to him. in doing so, you heard a muffled groan from him and felt both of his hands steady at a firm grip on your waist.

he leaned forward, and you felt his hot breath fanning your ear as he spoke to you in a steely tone. "you really don't listen, do you?" he paused, a hand moving from your waist to trace gentle circles on your neck with his finger as he continued on, "then.. i guess I'll have to teach you how to."

you heard a low chuckle from him before he began to slowly drag his tongue from the bottom of your neck to the point where the tip of your earlobe met your jawline, gently kissing the spot where his tongue stopped afterward. shivers flew down your spine, and he hummed to himself, gently kissing the back of your earlobe before bringing his voice down to a low, daunting whisper. "i'm going to ruin you," he muttered.

your eyes widened and you swiftly turned your head around and raised your voice almost to a shout. "what are you--!!" but before you could finish, he placed a shushing finger over your mouth and spoke in between the kisses and gentle bites that he started to place all over your neck. "shhh," he began. "you wouldn't want anyone to hear us, right? hmm.. what would they think if they found us like this..?"

though you weren't looking at him, you could perfectly imagine the cunning smirk plastered across his face. his hands moved again, one stationed back to your waist, holding you in place while the other rested on your thigh, though slowly creeping up and moving toward the hem of your skirt while his fingers delicately tapped along your skin.

while his hand dipped under the fabric of your skirt and teased along your inner thighs, he started pressing slightly harsher bites on your neck, pinching your skin between his teeth hard enough to leave small red marks.

this was all too much. you were feeling so many different things all at once and everything scaramouche was doing was moving far too fast for you to process. your head spun as your hands clenched at your sides, and he was absolutely reveling in the power he held over you.

he pushed his hand forward, deftly dragging his fingers along your soaked panties, your breath hitching as he pressed against every little spot that made you want to squeeze your thighs shut. to prevent that, he placed a hand on your thigh and every time you tried to close your legs he'd just squeeze you harder, his nails digging into your plush skin.

his breath was hot and teasingly heavy against your ear, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine as he let out a mocking chuckle, "look at you. I've barely done anything yet," he teased.

you huffed. you couldn't tell if you were frustrated at how he was teasing you or because he was doing this in the first place, but either way, it did not matter-- it wasn't like he was going to stop any time soon. without warning, he pulled your panties to the side, not even bothering to pull them off before slowly slipping one finger past the entrance of your cunt.

slowly, very slowly, he moved his finger back and forth and back and forth, his pace painfully languid. he was teasing you, and you knew it. you couldn't deny that what he was doing excited you, but it wasn't enough. with furrowed brows and an expression akin to frustration, you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to gain friction-- but scaramouche was quick to put a stop to that. his free hand moved back to your waist, pulling you back against him and holding you still. "so impatient," he muttered before finally slipping another finger in.

you gasped feeling his second finger slip inside of you, though he still retained that same teasingly slow pace. as he worked his fingers in you, scissoring them back and forth and such, hushed moans and gasps spilled out of your mouth. though he, mere moments ago, told you to keep it down, he was a little dissatisfied with how quiet you were being. he leaned in, seductively whispering into your ear, "come on, pretty. i know you can give me more than that," he said before finally picking up the pace, moving his fingers a little faster just so he could hear more from you.

just as he'd hoped, your needy whines increased in pitch and you threw your head back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as you arched your back forward. taking this opportunity, he bit down hard on a sensitive spot on your neck, and you yelped. he chuckled before resuming sloppy kisses all along your skin.

your face was flushed, hair disheveled, and you were panting heavily as his fingers speedily moved in and out of your dripping cunt. biting your lip, you tried to silence your moans, but he only increased his pace in response. your vision was splitting in twos, and you could swear you were seeing stars. nearing the edge, you found yourself caring less and less about the volume of the lewd noises that were leaving your mouth.

pure ecstasy was the only way you could describe what you were feeling in this very moment. a moaned whisper of his name spilled from your mouth, and just as the tightening knot in your stomach was about to snap, he suddenly came to a full stop, pulling his fingers out of you just before you came undone.

you whined in protest, looking back only to see him teasingly licking his fingers while eyeing you. slowly, he moved them into his mouth, sloppily licking all of your arousal off of them with his mouth open just wide enough for you to clearly see his tongue swirling around his slender fingers in delibaretly slow motions.

he slowly dragged his fingers out of his mouth, the tips of them still connected to his mouth by a string of saliva before he pulled them away. "like what you see?" he said. you huffed. despite such lewd situations, he could still be such a tease, and you disliked it. again, his lips moved back to your neck, licking and biting at the already red and purple marks all over your skin.

he moved his hands to where you couldn't see them, and behind you, you heard a zipper before feeling something long and hard pressing against your back. it took you a minute to realize exactly what that was, but by then it was too late. with both of his hands placing hold on your waist, he lifted you a little up and forward before bringing you back until you could feel his tip prodding at your hole.

you bit your lip, unsure if you guys should be doing something this sinful in a place like this, of all places. "wai— hngh!!" before you could protest, he bucked his hips up and pulled you down onto his dick. he bottomed out in you so quickly, and you moaned, the feeling of being so damn full sending you reeling.

he lifted you up again, pulling out until just his tip was left in before slamming you back down, the way he so easily manhandled you knocking the wind out of your lungs. as he repeated his slow and harsh thrusts, you could hear husky groans spilling out of his mouth. "this, is what you get.." he trailed off, his nails digging into your waist as he tried to keep his composure, "..for being so.. disobedient...!"

your hand flew to your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the strident moans that you were letting out. in between your stringy whines, you tried to protest, "i'm a-ah..! 'sorry!!" after slamming into you once more, he suddenly stopped, leaning in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper as he spoke. "oh, you're sorry, hm? does that mean you want me to stop?" frantically, you shook your head. your mind was spinning in so many directions, but if there was one thing you knew, it was that you definitely didn't want to stop now. besides, the two of you were already too far into it to just end it now.

"n..no!" you choked out. he chuckled, "good," he said before bringing your hips up once more and slamming you back down on his dick, groaning before he spoke again "that's what i thought." he picked up the pace, repeatedly bouncing you up and down on his cock with rapid motions-- quickly turning you into a moaning mess. moving one hand away from your waist, he lifted your shirt, your bouncing tits on full display for him.

he had one hand on your waist, and the other was groping and squeezing one of your boobs, pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers while he feverishly bucked his hips forward. he began to place kisses from your shoulder blade all the way to your ear before teasingly whispering to you. "can you imagine if someone walked in at this very moment? what would they do if they saw you like this, hmm?" he said. you whined out in protest, too fucked out to even try and form coherent words, but he continued to toy with you. "well, judging by the way your pussy's clenching around me, id say you like the idea of being caught."

you shook your head, but you couldn't deny the thought of it did turn you on a little bit. though before you could think about it more, he suddenly lifted you off of him, standing you up as he stood up with you before pushing you forward, bending you over with your hands against the wall. you didn't know just how many more of sudden movements you could take, and you were about to question him before you felt his hands take firm hold on his waist and he thrusted into you again.

already, his thrusts were accelerated and a little erratic, his dick hitting you in spots so much deeper than before. you couldn't control your moans anymore, and you honestly didn't care who heard you at this point. by now, he had driven so many marks into your skin by how harshly he gripped you-- not that you minded. you were so close, and your head was absolutely spinning. your vision was going blurry, and you could hardly form a single coherent thought as you felt the tightening knot in your stomach about to snap.

with a desperate cry of his name, you finally came undone, spilling all over him and leaving a milky white ring at the base of his dick. clearly, that did something to him, as his thrusts got more erratic and you could feel his dick twitch inside of you. "ah, fuck," he muttered. he leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he harshly snapped his hips forward with a speed that knocked the wind out of you.

shamelessly moaning into your ear, he let out a strained groan as he finally came, spilling ropes of his warm, sticky cum right into you. his thrusts slowly lost speed as he made sure to fuck his cum deep into you before he came to a full stop. he paused for a moment, catching his breath before you felt his dick soften and he pulled out and pulled his pants back on, a few drops of your mixed arousal dripping out of you and onto the floor. he grinned, satisfied at the sight.

your legs wobbled, and you practically collapsed, plopping down onto the floor and leaning your back against the wall with a flushed face and heavy panting. crouching down in front of you, he tilted his head to the side with a cocky grin on his face. leaning forward, he gently kissed your lips, his sudden tenderness a stark comparison to the coarseness of his previous actions. "well? aren't you going to join me?" he said. looking at him, your vision was blurring in and out and you raised a confused eyebrow at him. he did not wait for you to respond before grabbing you by the hand, standing you both up and walking toward the door.

still very confused, you followed him with your eyes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out... a key?? he brought it to the little keyhole on the door and, he unlocked it! your eyes widened, and suddenly everything was starting to make sense.

that cunning bastard.

[vraiao]

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