Thinking About Men Who Have So Many Responsibilities.. So Many Meetings To Attend, Documents To Review..

horny thoughts about aventurine

thinking about him and his expensive perfume

i bet its some sweet fragrance that makes me want to fucking ravish him

like he smells so good and its almost like an aphrodisiac with how badly it makes me want to bite him and bury my face in the crook of his neck as i fuck him dumb

and he fucking knows the effect it has on me and purposely drowns himself in his perfume and rubs his scent onto my clothes so when im alone i can still smell him and all i can think about is him

aventurine makes me feral

failed mission - 'father' reader x lyney

CW: gn reader, dom reader, reader is referred to as 'father', manipulation, power play, dacryphilia, hair-pulling, begging, oral sex (reader receiving), denial, SPOILERS for Inazuma archon quest and spoilers for Fontaine archon quest, smut

WC: ~1.1k

AN: this has been sitting in my drafts forever and i finally got motivated to finish it (im heavily procrastinating) its my first time writing smut so feedback would be appreciated :')

You had caught wind that the traveler had arrived in Fontaine. Although ranked higher than Signora, her defeat caused concern among the Harbingers. Even Tartaglia, the battle-crazed freak, sung their praises. Not one for being underprepared, you assigned your most trusted children, Lyney and Lynette, to keep a close eye on them. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, as they say.

You had nothing to worry about, after all, your dear children had never failed you. You never imagined that the twins would be put on trial for murder, during which their identities were revealed to the traveler.

Safe to say, the mission ended in failure, and as the leader of the operation, Lyney should take responsibility for their failure, right?

The two were currently standing in your office, avoiding your eyes, deeming the ground far more interesting. They had given you a report, if their excuses could even be called that, on the results from their assigned mission.

You knit your eyebrows together in slight frustration and look at the pitiful sight in front of you. You had given them weeks to gather intel, and they come back to you practically empty-handed? You loved your children dearly and wished not to scold them, but you couldn't let this slide.

Lyney cleared his throat awkwardly and looked up to address you, squirming uncomfortably when he was met with your intense gaze. His voice wavered as he spoke.

"I'll take whatever punishment you see fit. It was my fault the operation failed, so please extend your benevolence to Lynette, Father."

They both watched you nervously and after giving it some thought, you decided to dismiss Lynette. She bowed and made her way to the doors without another word. She would make sure to thank her brother later.

As the heavy doors creaked shut, you sighed and readjusted your position, leaning back into your chair and crossing your legs. You instructed Lyney to come closer and he audibly gulped. Knowing better than to test your patience, he obeyed. Fiddling with his gloves, he waited anxiously for your next words.

"Why do you think I assigned you to this mission, Lyney? You're always so eager to prove yourself, and I provided you the perfect way to showcase your abilities, but you let me down."

Trembling, he opened his mouth to apologise, but you silenced him, covering his lips with a finger. He looked at you, a little confused, and you shook your head at him.

"I don't want to hear any more excuses. I thought I taught you better than this."

He nods and awaits your next words with bated breath.

"A pretty mouth like yours should be put to better use, don't you agree Lyney?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it again, remembering your previous words. He nods at you and you smile.

"Good boy." you purr. You uncross your legs and look at him expectantly. He scrambles to his knees in front of you, eager to please. His eyes light up at your approving expression.

"W-What do you want me to do, Father?" He looks up at you with wide, puppy-like eyes and you can't help but savour the sight in front of you.

"Start by taking my pants off for me."

He nods and reaches to unzip them, but you swat his hands away.

"Don't use your hands."

He nods and puts his hands behind his back. Blushing, he leans forward to bite your zipper and pulls it down. You help him take off your pants by lifting your hips. You take your underwear off and throw it somewhere on your desk.

Lyney looks off to the side, embarrassed to be face to face with your sex. You smirk at his bashfulness and call his name, to which he looks at you immediately.

"I need you to pleasure me. Think you can do that for me?"

He nods eagerly and you spread your legs wider for him. Wasting no time, he gives you an experimental lick before indulging more. You groan in response and reach down tangle your hand in his hair, keeping him close to you.

"If I knew you were this good with your tongue, I would've let you do this sooner.."

He hums, the vibrations making you feel even better as you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back. You open one eye to look down at him and you're met with his intense gaze, not looking away from you for one second. Although this was meant to be his punishment, he seemed to be enjoying this too much.

You decide to tease him and let your shoe slide off, bringing your foot to rub his clothed cock. He falters and removes himself from you, groaning at the sensation.

"F-Father.."

"Did I say you could stop?"

He shakes his head and gets back to pleasuring you. With the added teasing from you, it seems his mind can't focus as he clumsily sucks you off, you don't mind too much though, finding it adorable how much he's affected by your touch.

"Who knew you were such a slut, Lyney? Getting off to my foot? Such a dirty little thing you are."

Letting out a muffled whimper, he bucks his hips upwards to get more stimulation from you but you take your foot away. He whimpers at the loss.

"Whyy.." His speech comes out muffled.

"Behave yourself. Don't forget that this is your punishment."

Tears prick in his eyes but he nods. You bring your foot back before stepping down on his cock and he sobs.

He focuses on pleasing you in hopes that you'll have mercy on him if he makes you cum. Smiling, you watch him, pleased that he's trying so hard for you.

"This is all you're good for, isn't it? Being my slut suits you much better than being a Fatuus does."

He whines 'No, no!', but his desperate rutting tells a different story.

Before long, he brings you to your high and you cum on his tongue, making him look like more of a mess than he already was. He tries to lick you clean but you pull him away by his hair and he sobs at the pain.

"Enough."

You attempt to take your foot away from him but he latches on and wails.

"Wait, please! L-Let me cum as well.. Don't I deserve it..?"

He cries and sniffles, still pathetically holding onto your leg. You kick him away and scowl.

"If you want to cum, then do so by yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an important meeting to attend. Clean yourself up and get out of my office."

You hear him cry to himself as you redress and fix your appearance. You turn the handle of your office doors and leave him with a final piece of advice..

"Don't fail me again."

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i recently wrote a scara x reader fic and im going to write a smut for part two

what would y'all like to see cuz i got a few ideas

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having a praise and degradation kink is crazy like say literally anything to me and ill fold like what fucking whore debuff is this

like ohmygod yes please call me your good boy one second then your filthy whore the next

it feels so manipulative,, praising me for doing a good job, taking your cock/strap so well, then switching up and calling me pathetic for being so whiny and desperate,,

urghrh why am i so horny lately SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN

i dont even know what to tag this

god i love pathetic men

men who would do anything for you, no matter how humiliating

fingering open his hole for you as you watch him and he whines for you to touch him, to finger him yourself but you deny him this luxury and tell him to shut up or else he wont get to cum at all,, after that, he stops talking and bites his lip to muffle his desperate moans

you reward him for being so good for you and finally touch him, much to his delight,, he tries so hard to please you, trying to stay still when you touch his cock, but he cant help but rut into your hand as he needily whines for you to finally fuck him

you punish him for disobeying your orders and stop touching him just as hes about to cum and he lets out the sluttiest, most drawn-out whine youve ever heard, surprising the both of you

when you finally decide youre done teasing him and fuck him, he babbles out 'thank you's' alongside 'sorry's' as you tell him that he doesnt even deserve to get fucked with how badly behaved he was earlier,,

you keep fucking him after he cums, overstimulating him and teasing him,, 'isnt this what you wanted? to get fucked stupid by me? wanna be my little cocksleeve, hm? gonna fill you up til you get pregnant,,' and even if he cant get pregnant, that doesnt stop you both from fucking all night long in hopes that he somehow will

thinking of no one in particular, just horny LOL

kazuha as a boyfriend (sfw + nsfw hcs)

AN: sorry if the formats weird or something, its my first post, any kinda interaction with this post is appreciated <3

SFW

- Kazuha is marriage material

- you wake up to home-cooked breakfast in bed nearly everyday, he tries to be there when you wake up but when he has business to attend to, he apologises for not being there (expect kisses for apologises - lots of them)

- always want to take you to places, as a wanderer, he has been many places and wants to share them with you!

- he always holds your hand when youre out together or keeps his hand around your waist, he likes the physical closeness

- expect him to always be there when youre feeling down, you didnt even have to say anything to him and hes already at your door with your favourite snacks

- crying? Kazuha doesnt leave your side, he comforts you in the way you feel most comfortable, whether thats watching a movie while cuddling and eating snacks or him letting you cry in his chest while he soothes you with his gentle touch

- he never gets mad at you for anything, he thinks communication is important and always makes sure to talk to you if he senses anything is wrong

NSFW

- service dom! prioritises your pleasure

- love love loves shibari, he loves how beautiful you look tied up for him and appreciates it as an artform

- praises and reassures you constantly, making sure youre feeling okay the whole time and super attentative

- loves to experiment with things hes heard from the crewmates on the Crux, isnt afraid to ask you but will always respect your boundaries, and likewise dont be afraid to ask him!

- sex with him would be intimate, he takes his time touching you and preparing you properly

- into public sex, hes always so composed but he finds it so cute seeing you panic at the thought of someone finding you two, he assures you no one will find you if you stay quiet and shushes your sounds with messy kisses

- definitely would whisper dirty things into your ear in public then chuckle to himself at how you squirm

- drunk Kazuha is the complete opposite of his usual self, so needy and desperate, making love to you passionately and roughly, remember when he got drunk at Angel's Share?

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bully scaramouche x gn reader (part two)

CW: smut, mentions of bullying, dubcon, sub reader, gn reader, choking, slapping, biting, cumming inside, doing it in a classroom, blacking out

WC: ~1.3k

AN: this has been sitting in my drafts for SOO long cuz i had to muster up the confidence to write a sex scene LMAOO i kinda went wild with this one but please enjoy

He lowers his voice and speaks in a sultry tone. "I've taken quite the liking to you." His hand drops to hold your throat and leans closer to your ear. "How about you be mine?"

You scoff and peel his hand off of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?"

He chuckles and steps back from you, allowing you a tiny smidge of space.

"Why won't you look at me, hm? Scared you won't be able to resist after seeing my handsome face?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" You turn around to look at him and glance at the door behind him, wondering if you had bitten off more than you could chew. He notices your gaze shifting to the door.

"Surely you're not thinking of leaving already? You're the one who brought me here after all."

You bring your attention back to him and make eye contact with him, sighing as you take note of his cocky smirk. You brace yourself with a deep breath and speak as steadily as your nerves allow you.

"I've gotten lots of complaints about you from both students and teachers" You pause to observe his reaction, continuing when he stays silent. "Since I'm the school council president, you fall under my responsibility." He doesn't stop looking at you the entire time you speak and you falter slightly under his intense gaze. "So, um.. I'd appreciate if you brushed up on your behaviour."

He seems to genuinely take in what you say and you internally celebrate, hopeful that he'll agree and reduce your future workload. It was hard work always cleaning up his messes after all.

"Quite demanding, aren't we? I'll consider it if you do a favour for me."

You quirk an eyebrow up at him and he grins down at you. You mentally prepare for his next words. God forbid if he asks you to do his homework for the next month. You had enough on your plate.

"If you let me fuck you, I might just stop."

His words come out naturally, as if this was a normal request to make. Your eyes widen and you take a moment to process his words. Did you hear him right?

"W-What? Are you insane?" You back up and hit the table behind you, gripping onto the edge of it as to not lose your footing. He chuckles at your speechlessness and takes a step toward you, leaving you no space to move.

"Maybe I am. Now will you let me fuck you or not? I don't have all day to wait for you to decide."

You lean back as much as you can and turn away, distancing yourself from him. Seemingly unhappy with the newly added space between the two of you, he leans in again and cages you in between his arms. Your eyes wander all over the room, looking anywhere but at him.

"W-We can't.." You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a noise somewhat akin to a squeak when you feel him take a strand of your hair and twirl it around. He murmurs softly to you.

"We can't? We're both adults here and I've seen the way you look at me. Don't pretend you don't want this too."

You look into his eyes, filled with desire. He glances down at your lips and you at his. It doesn't take much more before you're both leaning in to capture each other's lips in a hungry kiss.

Your fingers play with his hair and his hands wander to your waist. He pushes you down onto the table, one hand behind your head to make sure you don't hurt yourself. You chuckle to yourself at this sweet gesture. He pulls away and starts kissing down your neck.

"What're you laughin' at, huh?" he mumbles agains your skin. His breath tickles your neck and you giggle again.

"Nothing, just.. didn't know there was a soft side to you."

He bites down hard on your neck at this and you wince.

"What was that for?!"

"I'll show you how rough I can be and you'll regret calling me soft."

He leans back in for a rough kiss and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You get the hint and unbuckle your belt, but as you start to wiggle out of your pants, he grabs your wrist and stops you.

"Leave it on. The door's still unlocked y'know."

You glare at him, silently telling him to let go of you so you could lock the door properly and he chuckles, tightening his grip on your wrists.

"That's it.. Keep looking at me with that look on your face. Makes me wanna ruin you all the more."

He lets go of your wrists and turns you around to face away from him and before you can question what he's doing, he presses your face into the table and you groan out from the force. You scold him to be more careful and you receive no response as he moves to pull your pants down just enough to expose your eager hole.

Without warning, he sticks a finger in, poking around your insides as you struggle to suppress your sounds. He notices this and tries even harder to pull some noises out of you, adding another finger and stretching you out with a scissoring motion.

"Stop teasing, you asshole.. Put it in already." You say through gritted teeth. To emphasise how badly you need him, you wiggle your hips enticingly, which only earns you a harsh smack on the ass.

"Patience is a virtue. One you clearly lack, my dear." And with that, he pulls out his fingers, leaving you empty, but not for long as he abruptly thrusts his cock into you. You curse him out and grip the edge of the table, unprepared for the intrusion, and he laughs at you.

"What was that earlier? You could never like me? Hah.. Don't make me laugh. Look at you now, drooling over my cock and I haven't even started moving yet."

"You talk too much.." You mumble and he slaps your ass again, making you jolt. He grabs onto the fat of your hip roughly and his other hand wraps around your throat as he starts pulling out slowly, only to harshly slam his cock back into you.

He continues with this slow but rough pace for a while until you beg for him to "go faster!!", to which he rolls his eyes but obliges.

A mix of lewd, wet noises and the both of your groans and moans fills the classroom, the both of you getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting that you're still in school. You could've sworn you heard some footsteps coming down the corridor, just stopping outside your classroom, but who knows? You were certainly too far gone to care.

He fucks you mercilessly, not letting up on his harsh pace at all, abusing your poor hole and you're sure you'll be feeling the effects tomorrow, but right now, all you could think about sucking his cock back into your greedy hole.

You feel his breath tickle your ear as he leans down to talk to you and you vaguely hear him say something along the lines of.. cumming inside? Your cockdrunk brain can barely hear, let alone process what he's saying to you, only begging for more pleasure and you hear his melodious laugh ring beside you as you realises you're completely in subspace.

At some point you swear your vision blacks and the next thing you know, you wake up, confused and alone. Blinking a few times, you try to regain your senses and look around. Anger and embarrassment paint your face red as you remember what happened. You scan the room for your clothes and you find them folded in a neat pile, with your phone on top. Your phone screen lights up and you squint to read the top message:

'I'll be seeing you again, my lovely council president.' - Unknown

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@drthymby

could you make a vampire reader x scaramouche that teases scara and does and Anya smile when she teases him but when scara teases her she would be flustered Cause I kind of a saw a person saying it and I wanted to request this but u aren't forced to do this

teasing - gn reader x scaramouche

CW: teasing, gn reader, fluff

WC: ~300

AN: this is such a cute request 😭 im sorry it took me so long to write this i had a writing block (also i didnt know how to include the idea of the reader being a vampire sorry 😰) hope you enjoy it regardless

Recently, you've been feeling a certain someone's gaze linger on you and that someone was none other than your lover, Scaramouche. Honestly, you found it quite endearing that he liked looking at you that much and often found it hard to conceal your smile every time you noticed him, fixated on you. Naturally, you wanted to tease him about this and so..

The next time you caught him staring was when you were nose deep in some book, curled up on the armchair and he was sitting on the couch opposite from you, subtly, or so he thought, looking at you. You failed to suppress a giggle and he spoke up.

"What's so funny?" He asked, assuming it was something in your book.

"Oh, nothing." You said in a teasing tone, "Just caught you checking me out, that's all." And you look up from your book to see his baffled expression and laugh to yourself.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" You smile at him widely and he grins at you, but a blush is evident on his cheeks.

"Yeah, I was staring at you. Am I not allowed to admire my significant other when they're so beautiful?" And it's your turn to blush, your plan to tease him foiled by his blatant admittance. You grumble to yourself as a sign of defeat.

"Alright, whatever. You win. Now come here and kiss me." You roll your eyes as his grin widens and he gets up to walk to you.

"So demanding." He says playfully as he plants a small kiss on your nose. You look at him in faux shock.

"You know that's not what I wanted." You said with a pout, and he laughs at you, leaning in again, this time to kiss your lips. When you both pull away, he flicks your forehead playfully.

"Satisfied now?"

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Sunday who has a little model of him in the sandbox and once he develops a little crush on u he ends up making a model of you too and sometimes plays with them like barbies before cringing then being so ashamed of himself but continuing every once in a blue moon when he hasnt seen you for a while

bully scaramouche x gn reader

CW: mentions of bullying, no gendered terms used for reader, mildly suggestive

WC: ~700

AN: i had an idea for a smut but ive never written full smut before so this is like an experimental fic but if you guys like it i might attempt a part two with smut :)

Scaramouche has been bullying you. You could've easily stopped him, so why did you let him? Maybe it was because you hoped he'd come to his senses and apologise. Maybe you let him put you down to let himself feel better. Or maybe.. you suffered all that humiliation, just for this.

It was quite some time after school hours. You had stayed in the library to catch up on some work after class and were just leaving when you heard someone down the hallway.

"Leave me alone!" You heard a girl shout, followed by a mocking laugh that sounded an awful lot like.. Scaramouche. Your legs moved faster than your mind as you briskly walked to the general direction of the kerfuffle, to be presented with the sight of some poor, teary girl on the floor with the culprit, Scaramouche, pulling her hair.

His attention turned to you when he heard the sound of someone's footsteps approaching. He raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down, clearly irked.

"What do you want?" He snapped, turning his attention back to the girl.

"Let her go. We need to talk." You say firmly, or so you thought. He picks up on the tremors in your voice and the corner of his mouth turns upwards into a smirk. He lets go of the girl's hair and tells her to scram, then grins at you and puts his arms in the air in faux surrender as he approaches you.

"I wasn't aware that we had anythin' to talk about. So, enlighten me, darling." He leans close to your ear and drops his voice down to a threatening whisper. "What do we need to talk about, hm?"

Despite your nervousness, you grab his arm and lead him into an empty classroom. You close the door behind you and gesture towards a chair, implying that you want him to sit. His eyebrow quirks in an amused fashion, as if to say "You're trying to command me?" Regardless, he makes his way to the chair and seats himself.

You walk over to stand in front of him and suddenly slam your hands down on his desk. His eyes widen at this and he flinches, trying to play it off as him leaning back into the chair. He quickly recovers and grins at you, choosing to speak first.

"What's got you so worked up, sweetheart?" You blush at the nickname he uses before shaking your head and opening your mouth to speak back, but he cuts you off. "Oh. That's cute." His blank expression morphs into a smirk. "Did you get flustered by that?"

You flush in embarrassment, realising that he had picked up on your body language. You mumble out a weak "Shut up." and he chuckles and leans forward in his seat, grabbing your chin to make you face him.

"Where's all that spunk from earlier gone? You like me, don't you?" And you make the mistake of making eye contact with him, and you see this crazed look in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. You clear your throat awkwardly before replying.

"How could I like you of all people." But he sees right through you, and leans closer and you can feel his breath on your lips. You take a nervous gulp and he whispers breathlessly, "If you don't like me, then will you stop me from doing this?" and he leans in and closes his eyes, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss and you can feel him smile while he kisses you.

After what seems feels a few minutes of passionate kissing, you both pull away to take a breath and he smirks at you while you stare blankly at him, processing what had just happened. "Y'know.. I knew you were a looker but, up close.. you're even more attractive." He reaches out to stroke your cheek, but you flinch away from him. He frowns at this and retracts his hand, seemingly annoyed at your reaction.

He gets up and walks behind you and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, moving his other hand to grab your face. He lowers his voice and speaks in a sultry tone. "I've taken quite the liking to you." His hand drops to hold your throat and leans closer to your ear. "How about you be mine?"

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