𓁹Let Me Breed You𓁹

I love your writing! May I request a Gojo x Curse Femreader smut? 🥺 maybe like where he uses his usual playboy tactics on her? Thank you! ❤

thank you for reading and liking my stuff! hope you enjoy this, had a lot of fun with it. thanks @kyokokittykat for looking it over as usual <3 bon appetit freaks :P 

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warnings: MINORS DNI - noncon, fingering, humiliation, reader called a whore, gagging, pinning, edging, mention of blood, autassassinophilia, mention of a dead body, curse reader, gojo being a bitch etc.etc. (eg: activating his domain expansion in reader’s pussy sjsjsksksks)

For a special grade curse, you’d think you’d be a little smarter.

Since you were the highest class of curse, you had the intellect of a human so you could communicate just as well as the next person. You also took on a human physique so you blended quite well with the crowd. However, if somebody were to take a good look underneath your bangs - granted they had the ability to see you - they’d see you were hiding a small set of horns. Most humanoid curses had some kind of body modification, yours being protruding bone structures that you could regrow, lengthen, and remove from your body to attack.

As a curse you never had anything to do, per se. You’d heard rumblings about Mahito working with a Jujutsu sorcerer to unleash some havoc or other, but you weren’t interested in accomplishing any kind of goal. You didn’t have any motivation to release some kind of great evil upon the world, but that’s not to say you wouldn’t scare the crap out of a random kid who wandered around your territory.

You technically could leave the sanctuary of your abandoned church if you wanted to. Special grades had ways to get out of their bindings to the places they were born, but you never bothered. You were - for all that concerned you - happy. You had a whole building to yourself and anyone who dared disturb you would surely pay the consequences. You tried to keep quiet so as not to invite any sorcerers to your realm. There was one problem, though: you were keeping one of Sukuna’s fingers.

You were kicking yourself now for not chucking it into a lake somewhere. You wanted no business with such things. Although it would have granted you great power, you knew if Sukuna ever came looking for it you wouldn’t stand a chance of fending him off. There was also Gojo Satoru, another person you didn’t want looking for the artifact.

Every curse with some kind of consciousness was petrified of the guy. You had heard him and his students were collecting the fingers so when you realized your predicament you couldn't hold back a shiver.

You didn’t even know you were in possession of one until you accidentally uncovered it after throwing a wandering pedestrian against the wall causing some of the brick to break and reveal a precariously wrapped box. You sensed the power as soon as the wall crumbled, so why did you open it if you knew it was trouble? These humans and their damn curiosity are rubbing off on me you thought as you gazed at the unconscious person on the floor. They were motivated by the same curiosity you were moments ago when they stumbled across your abandoned ruins. And now look at what fate has brought them - you swallowed fearing what would become of you.

You knew every curse and sorcerer within a mile radius would be after you soon, your quiet peace compromised by this decaying finger. You thought about throwing it away, but remnants of the scent and power would still remain for a while, long enough for enemies to invade your space.

All you could do was wait.

He came at night. The eccentric cathedral door creaked open loudly, followed by slow, crisp footsteps that were radiated by the acoustics of the church. The door closed behind him, the only light in the place was through the stained glass windows. You could barely make out his figure from where he was standing, but you’d recognize that uniform and sly smile anywhere.

You had hoped it was Sukuna who had found you out because at least you shared a commonality and perhaps he would be kind enough to make you his slave instead of killing you outright. But a Jujutsu Sorcerer had no such kindness; you were simply a pest that needed to be exterminated.

“My, my!” he sang, “what do we have here? You’re very pretty for a curse, beautiful even.” His tone lacked sincerity and he spoke in the most syrupy voice, you nearly gagged in disgust thinking that silly mortal women would fall for such cheap chivalry.

“State your claim, sorcerer,” you said stiffly. “I haven’t caused any trouble, you have no reason to be here.” “Oh?” he said, taking another step forward. “And who’s this? A friend?” He gestured towards the bloody unconscious body buried head first in the wall. Oops, forgot to hide them.

You bite your lip at your own stupidity. “That was not my fault, they entered my territory. The same will happen to you if you don’t leave immediately.” You were doing your best to scare him off so you wouldn’t have to fight him but it seemed you were only amusing him. He took another few steps forward and smiled a little wider when you took equal steps back.

“I wonder about that. You seem nervous. I can make your end fast if you cooperate.”

“Cooperate?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“I think you know why I’m here. Sitting on one of Sukuna’s fingers doesn’t sound like staying out of trouble, does it, Miss - uh, what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t. And I don’t have a finger, I don’t want anything to do with that thing.”

He was nearly a foot away from you when he started to chide at you. “Tsk tsk, my you lie quite a bit. That isn’t a very good look for you Miss Curse.” “Don’t call me that! How dare you disrespect me in my own home.” “Fine then, sweetheart. How about that?”

You realized that you would not be able to talk your way out of this one so you took a leap of faith and lunged forward to attack. Even with his eyes concealed he was strong - it was as if he knew what you were going to do before you actually did it. You were blindingly fast with a jab of your horn, but he sidestepped just as quickly and grabbed your weapon with his bare hand.

“Please, you’re only embarrassing yourself. Where is it?”

“I told you -” you try another attack “- I don’t have it!”

The universe must have been against you tonight because as you leaped forward again, Sukuna’s dead finger fell out of your pocket, right in front of your enemy’s foot.

He smiled silently, but giddily; you were certain this cruel grin would be the last thing you saw.

But you refused to give in to this cocky, incompetent, pathetic human. Instead of admitting defeat, you stepped on the finger with your foot to prevent Gojo from picking it up. He looked surprised for a moment - but only for a moment.

His smile returned. “Boy you really are a stubborn thing aren’t you? I don’t usually give curses this many chances, I must really like you.”

“I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

“Ha! Good one. Now hand it over sweetheart.”

“No.”

He sighed and lifted a hand towards his blindfold. You jerked back hard enough to almost move your foot off the lost artifact, but you caught yourself just in time. You’d heard about the blue oblivions he kept behind that dark fabric; more importantly, you knew what they were capable of. The Gojos possess the art of the Six Eyes, an ocular jujutsu unlike any other. If this was going to be your last stand it would most certainly be painful.

It’s like staring into a void. Both full of colour yet full of nothing; they hid in plain sight under the moonlight. They were the same hue as the sky on a calm sunny day but never once had you looked up at the sky and felt nothing. He may be wearing a smile but you couldn’t see a hint of it in those eyes.

You were stunned in place staring into his blue orbs, back against the wall, foot still on Sukuna’s finger. “You know,” he says, piercing his gaze into yours, “without my blindfold I can see the flow of cursed energy much more clearly.”

You stutter out an “A-and?”

“And I can see where yours is concentrated. I knew you were a sweet thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eyes still fixed on yours, he plants his palm next to your head against the wall. You can’t peel your eyes off of him so you don’t see his hand trail up your hip, but you do welp when you feel a cold finger trace around your lower stomach. Never in your hundreds of years of haunting this world have you ever felt so small and insignificant. You want to be furious at how much he’s ridiculed you, disrespected you, belittled you, but you can’t bring yourself to place the anger.

All you feel is fear, with a hint of lust.

Okay, a lot of lust.

“I’m talking about right here.” He rubs gentle but forbidding circles on your abdomen as he speaks to you. His hands are cold but the heat in your core brings warmth to your lower body; his fingers tingle as he touches you.

“Get off me” you hiss. Finally the anger is beginning to seethe out as you find the will to extend your other horn. This time, you actually hit him - or well you think you did. He doesn’t flinch when the bone makes contact, but when you squint you can see there is actually about a centimetre clearance between his body and your weapon.

“It’s called ‘Limitless’,” he tells you, unsurprised by your attack. “It’s like a barrier. In other words, you can’t touch me…”

He moves his hand dangerously close to your aching cunt.

“... but I can touch you.”

You growl again at his advance and try another attack but he doesn’t humour you by letting you complete it this time. Your hands are caught before you can move them more than three inches and are pinned to the wall.

“You won’t be needing those, don’t worry.”

“You son of a -” your words are cut off by Gojo's blindfold being stuffed into your mouth. Drool forms around the thick fabric as you struggle to move it. He deftly ties it around your head.

“Mm that’s better.” He drags his gaze down your body, ignoring the cries coming from your mouth. You watch him through wide eyes as he drinks up the sight of your body squirming against the wall trying pathetically to free yourself from him. The hand on your abdomen moves smoothly up and down your torso, eventually stopping at your breasts. You shiver every time he moves his hand; partly from the coldness of his fingers, partly from the pleasure.

He ghosts a hand over your tits, moving the fabric covering them to expose you. “Truly,” he breathes, “I’ve never seen anything quite like you. Such a shame I have to kill you.”

Your eyes furrow in anger, your face tense from fighting against the gag. Drool drips down your jaw, slowly covering your chest in spit. Your tits glisten from the wetness, sparkling almost as much as his eyes.

It's strange, your predicament. For a supernatural being with extraordinary power, you crumbled so quickly. Because you experience human emotion - or as close to human emotion as you can get for a curse - things like lust and infatuation and arousal weren't necessarily foreign to you. That much you could understand: Gojo was attractive and confident, qualities both mortals and otherworldly creatures could appreciate. But there was something else about this situation that sparked your arousal that you could put a finger to if you willed yourself hard enough, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that although this man was supposed to be your enemy, and although he could kill you with a cross of his fingers if you like, part of you wanted to be subject to such cruelty, no matter how sick it may be.

Maybe you provoked him so much because you wanted him to kill you.

“I have to restrain myself though," he says, "since I’m working. If I go any further I don’t think I could stop.” He leaves your nipples to harden from the cool air. They pulse lightly from neglect - although you hate him, you’d wish he’d do you the courtesy of touching you properly.

That thought is stopped when his long fingers trail back down to your abdomen, this time meeting the apex of your thighs.

“Although,” he continues, “I think I can afford a little fun.”

He teases you, rubbing you with two fingers over your core. You try to scream to make him stop but your pussy tells a different story. He can feel the wetness already. He somehow has forced your body into submission against your will; that kind of power is more terrifying than any curse is capable of.

He laughs mockingly. “You’re weak, aren’t you?”

You struggle in his grasp. You don’t even care about killing him right now, you are just desperate to get him off you before he -

“Ah, so wet for me. Little whore.” He’s knuckle deep in your sobbing pussy before you can register what he’s doing. Gojo slowly moves his way steadily towards the back of your wall, immediately finding your spongy nerves. He pets it thoughtfully, feeling around the sensitive area, relishing in the shaking of your legs.

The little fight you have left is spent trying to formulate coherent words through the cloth, but it’s to no avail. You can’t even free yourself from his strong grasp to extend another horn. Your immortal, all powerful body is whittling away to nothing. It’s utterly humiliating.

He pumps at that agonizingly slow pace for what feels like hours. It’s weird because as lewd as the imagery of you pinned to a wall dripping on another man’s fingers may be, there was something awfully clinical about it. His eyes were patronizing, not in an alluring kind of way, but in a threatening “I dare you” kind of way. On top of that, his hands were feeling around your gummy walls almost mechanically as if he were searching for something. Where he lacked passion he made up for in skill and precision, leaving you on the edge just with his two fingers.

You almost didn’t notice it but you felt a sudden stretch of your walls, like he was scissoring inside you. But then you looked around the room and saw stars - not just from him fingering you into oblivion, but actual oblivion.

He wasn’t scissoring you, he was crossing his fingers.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. You knew your predicament. He had activated his domain expansion so there was no way you could dodge his attacks. Not that there is much you can do while gagged and pinned to a wall but still.

He keeps his fingers deep inside you, untangling them and curving them back to the way they were so he could go back to hitting your G-spot.

You were terrified from the suspense of not knowing when he was going to attack under his barrier, and you began to realize that may have been his intention. Perhaps he had just activated it to scare you, to remind you that you are so incredibly weak that although he could kill you at any moment, he chose to finger you in the middle of a church to get you to succumb to him.

And it worked. You were on the edge of an orgasm, desperately trying to suppress the tension when you had squirmed and accidentally lifted your foot off Sukuna’s finger. When you realized what you had done your eyes went wide as Gojo swooped down to pick it up. He winked as he removed his hands from your wrists, allowing blood to flow to your hands again. He lazily removed his fingers from you and the darkness of the room vanished, undoing his expansion. He walked away with his hands in his pocket, whistling as if he was taking a stroll through the park.

“W-wait!” Frustration rushed over you as you breathlessly called after him, half-hoping he would turn around to finish what he started. You untied your gag, trying to hurry after him.

“Oh that? You can keep it, I have my glasses,” and with that he opened the door of the church to leave. He placed a hand on the handle and before leaving said: “I’ll still have to kill you, you know, I’ll be back. I wouldn’t move if I were you, though I doubt you could walk far anyways in your state.” He closes the door just as you throw one of your horns at him, impaling the wood with a hard crack. You were left in your abandoned sanctuary breathless and terrified, weeping in the desperate, helpless body you were chained to.

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Happy Birthday Scaramouche!

Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.

It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.

You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.

His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.

But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.

You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.

As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.

Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.

And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.

In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.

"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.

As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.

In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.

The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.

But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.

Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.

Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.

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My Smut Soulmate made me some beautiful Yandere Xiao head canons ❤❤ 🤤

Yandere! Xiao NSFW Headcanons. Obsessive behavior. Smut. Dubcon. A mix of the usual shabang.

This is for @xxventiswindblumexx they had a bad night last night and I stayed up with them while I calmed my Roma down cause of the wind. And they always said they think Yandere is my best forte so here is an early #suzu after dark piece. @that-one-gay-writer1227 you were curious, yes?

Xiao just couldn't help himself when he first saw you chatting with one of your friends near Liyue Harbor.

He didn't usually venture into the Harbor, preferring to keep a low profile and move in the shadows.

All that changed the second he smelt you. The second he heard your voice. The second he saw you smile. The second your eyes met his in causal acknowledgment. The second he saw your fingers move when you tucked your hair behind your ear.

Xiao didn't think he would be so prone to quick infatuation and obsession. He thought both of those feelings were below an Adeptus to feel and they would serve him no purpose in protecting Liyue, so why would he need to pursue something romantic with anyone?

He spent hours puzzling out different ways to get your attention. "Hello," just wasn't going to cut it. You didn't deserve such a simple first meeting. Xiao really wanted to get your attention.

And then, he had his aha moment.

Xiao spent the next few months following you wherever you went. He studied everything about you. Your speech patterns, your mannerisms, the way your voice changed in pitch when you talked. He memorized it all, especially with how your body moved when you walked.

You even set up his lead in perfectly. "I am afraid of being outside after dark. Monsters scare me." You'd told your friend, who gave you a worried expression, apologizing when she told you that she couldn't walk you home like usual.

Xiao pounced on the opening. He cleared his throat. "If you are afraid of walking home by yourself at night, take a short cut through Stone Gate, you should be safe from any monsters." And with that, he was gone before you could even ask him who he was or thank him for the advice.

Too bad for you he lied. Stone Gate was always crawling with monsters at night. But don't worry, he would swoop right in like the knight in shining armor saving a damsel in destress. Then you'll have to notice him, right?

You would even show him gratitude. He couldn't wait.

The area was occupied with two Ruins Guards.

He dispatched them easily and quickly. He didn't want to scare you too much if he went all out to show off for you.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't saved me. What's your name?"

"Xiao," was all he said. He walked you home and made sure you were safe.

Actually he stayed there until sunrise.

Xiao started doing this every night now.

Soon it became a habit for him to mislead you innocently on purpose. But he needed you to depend on him. To be paranoid to even leave your home without him.

And each him he would come to your rescue at exactly the right moment.

Each time you asked him what you could do to repay him for always being around to keep you safe, and he told you not worry about it.

Xiao didn't feel bad for misleading you all the time. And you didn't suspect a thing. As the two of you got closer, he eventually moved right in with you like it was something natural.

It's what was supposed to happen.

It was nearly five months later that Xiao couldn't take hearing you ask him how you could thank him.

"If you insist on repaying me, then get down on your knees and pay me back with your mouth. I've been pent up for almost a year because of you."

With wide, doe eyes you did as he asked. Did he know how you felt about him? It was the most erotic moment of your life. At that point at least.

Xiao never thought he would hear himself moan so loud in ecstasy when you started sucking him off. "That's right, I knew you would. I know you aren't as innocent as you think you are. Now swallow, slut. The Conqueror of Demons deserves no less."

When you started moaning happily, your mouth making wet, sloppy noises, the vibrations on his cock made him grip your hair and control your pace, making you gag and cough until he cummed down your throat.

He used his fingers to push any cum that was left over on the corners of your mouth onto your tongue. Which was now his favorite part of your mouth.

⚡You dare talk to me that way? ⚡

-FatuiScaramouche x FemReader

-Gift for my great friend @hitomisuzuya

⚠Warnings⚠:Choking, Rope Play, Dacryphilia, ElectroPlay, Degrading, Heavy NSFW themes.

Optional music!

"Scara.. please I didn't mean it in a bad way I promi- Ah~! " Y/N was interrupted as she felt the tightening of the ropes around her wrists, they felt like it was burning yet I didn't bother her in the way she thought it would, in fact it excited her more.

"Shut your whore mouth, you dare correct me in front of them and act like you didn't do a damn thing, acting all innocent as if you had any authority to be correcting me! " He hissed, that's right.. you remember, it was during a meeting with the Harbingers and most importantly the Tsaritsa. You where standing by Scaramouche while he sat at the table and spoke occasionally, however at some point he had accidentally said the name of the wrong town and of course being eager to help not realizing your grave mistake, you correct him. His electric purple eyes stare down at you with so much fury only saying ".. ah.. yes I mistaken.. " leaving it at that for now, it even made the Tsaritsa giggle at him, causing further humiliation, his cheeks adorning a light pink color as he moved his hat to cover his face.

Now you lay under the Balladeer, tied up and blindfolded as he punishes you for what you've done. Your soft body now tainted with numerous hickeys and bruises from his brutal lust, the sound of his breath fanning against your sensitive neck as his hands went to work, one pinching and pulling at your nipple and the other plunging two slender fingers into your already slick hole. He wasn't going easy either, his fingertips letting out electro shocks occasionally causing your body to react violently, jerking against him, whining and only adding to his already aching hard on against his shorts.

He groaned at the sight before him, he loved seeing you squirm under him. He removed his fingers from your heart and loosened the ones on your neck causing you to whine, not before feeling him plunge his aching member into you harshly, giving you no time to think. "Scara.. please I didn't mean it in a bad way I promi- Ah~! " Y/N was interrupted as she felt the tightening of the ropes around her wrists, they felt like it was burning yet I didn't bother her in the way she thought it would, in fact it excited her more.

"You're being such a needy slut, what did I expect though, you crave every touch I give you, even if I was to take the life giving air you would beg for more wouldn't you? " he said as his hand moved from your breast to your neck, his grip tightening some as all you could do was gasp and whine against him, trying to mutter but left speechless.

"Ah~! S-Scara~! " you moaned out almost in a scream as his hand tightening against your neck once more "That's right, yell my name, scream it and tell them who's in charge of you. Can't have them thinking you're in any position to be correcting or ordering me around again" he hissed as his thrusts where harsh, pounding into you relentlessly. The sound of his cock thrusting into your wet pussy filling your ears as you writhed against the pain and pleasure"Ah! S... Scara.. " he growled, as his free hand gripped your thigh pushing it against your chest, reaching further into you.

A wave of warmth ran through you as he thrusted harder inside you, causing you to moan louder."S... SCARA!" you screamed as he thrust into you faster and harder. Tears were now running down your face "Yes.. That's it! Say it!!" he shouts, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he neared his climax, yours following his as well. You could feel the tightness in your pussy squeezing around his length, urging him to move even quicker, just like he knew you would when he finally reached that spot. Just seconds away from cumming inside you.

Your cries of pleasure rang in his ears as he came over and over, releasing in you as he grunted loudly, your body twitching as yours followed. As his seed spilled into you. He slumped forward exhausted as you lay panting, sweaty, and sore, unable to move due to the tight binds you were bound in. He pulled himself out as he removed the ropes and blind fold.

"you'll be sure to remember what I taught you, unless you want this again" he said however he wasn't entirely opposed to giving you another lesson.

🌹Happy Valentine's Day! ❤

Me and @hitomisuzuya brainstormed and made this Scaramouche x femreader x Xiao smut!

I thank Suzu for the amazing ideas! 🤌

Sorry for the late upload! 😭

⚠Warnings:⚠Aphrodisiac usage, Degrading, breeding kink, marking, bondage, a bit of blood mentioned, yandere themes, predator and prey behavior, possessiveness and over all absolutely filthy smut.

Sparks of Electro and whisps of Anemo Winds could be felt in the room, a powerful energy that most would consider suffocating to be near but you, it was beautifully intoxicating. This exciting night started off normally as you and your two lovers was in the Liyue harbor looking at the stalls, you often enjoyed buying gifts for your lovers, especially since they never gotten any before meeting you.

So you asked the two to grab you some clothing while you looked around, anything they would think you look good in, with a pout and a huff they left to find decent clothing leaving you to think on what to get them, after it's not much of a surprise gift if they watched you buy it.

You soon see a stand that held mysterious bottles with the prettiest shade of pink purple in them. Walking over you asked another them, learning they're called 'lover potions' or known as Aphrodisiacs. It would be a perfect surprise for them however hearing the steep price for them you sighed, thinking maybe flirting with the vendor maybe you could get a discount?

So you tried to flirt, making false compliments, swaying your hips a bit as you tried your luck, and it seemed to be working until you saw the color drain from his face. Confused you started to ask what's wrong only to feel Sparks of Electro shocking the small hairs on the back of your neck causing you to shift around. Your two lovers had returned with some bags which you assumed held the clothes you requested, their eyes darkened we they glared over again the lesser male who was eyeing you, now probably about to pass out from such an intense glare.

You felt Scaramouche's hand grab your arm tightly "lets just go home, this isn't worth my energy to even think about it" he hissed as he started to pull you away, Xiao glared down the male a little more before Scara had to grab him as well causing the Adeptus to flinch some but follow behind. The walk to your shared home was silent as the two kept a strong grip on you, any monsters that you might've encounter on the way home where blown to pieces fairly quick by them, not giving them much time for a fair fight, your lovers had no time for this.

Once arriving home Scaramouche had already planned how he would teach you a lesson as well as the Adeptus, though unknown to you and Xiao his idea of punishment also extended to Xiao and not just you. He noticed how you pocketed the small bottle of the aphrodisiac you where trying to pry from the man when he was too scared to break eye contact with them, how devious, using your lovers horrifying gaze as a backup plan to get something when your flirts didn't work.

He put his plan into action when cooking dinner for the three of you, he didn't often cook but he wanted to use that aphrodisiac you stole, swiping it from your pocket when you wasn't looking and added quite a bit to the food, of course he would consume some as well as to not add suspension, and well what's the party if he isn't feeling it too.

An hour after eating dinner together the three of you would start to feel the effects however none of you admitting it, Scaramouche asked the both of you to go to your shared room giving Xiao a knowing glance. You felt the effects of the aphrodisiac however you didn't think it was the one you stole as you couldn't find it when you got home, assuming it fell from your pocket on the way home. You face heating up some as you felt arousal starting to gather in your stomach, walking into your shared room you was immediately grabbed by the arm and harshly laid onto the lap of your Adeptus lover. One arm holding your still as his hand was quick to pull your pants off "I can't believe you tried to court another, are we not enough for you Y/N? Do we have to remind you who you belong to? " he hissed as you felt his hand come down harshly against your ass with a loud SMACK!

You whined and wiggled against his hold feeling your arousal grow fast, speaking of arousal you felt his poking your stomach as you laid on him. You squirmed as he did so hoping it would help ease his anger at you but his hand continued to make contact with your plump flesh

SMACK!

SMACK!

Only ever taking a small minute break to rub your now raw mounds before he continues his assault against your bottom.

It wouldn't be long before you felt his hand hault, his finger grazing your clothed folds, now soaked. "You're such a filthy mortal, taking such pleasure from my punishment." Xiao says before he finally stops, your body burning up from the pain of such abuse. His thumb starts to slide along your clit, making you writhe and whimper a bit as he used the other arm to keep you pinned in place. You feel your core tighten and ache, and to your surprise your savor from this would be Scaramouche who had Xiao let go, though unfortunately for Xiao and much to his surprise as soon as you moved from his lap Scaramouche was quick to push the Adeptus down tying his arms behind him and pushing him into his knees. Xiao golden eyes stared up at Scaras lilac ones confused at first before biting hip painfully before feeling the males foot press against his aching hard on.

"So pathetic, so easy to manipulate, oh how easy it was to slip that aphrodisiac into your food, so careless for an Adeptus" Scaramouche taunts the other before turning to you

"And you, flaunting your body as if you're some common whore, I thought I trained you better then that" he hissed as he grabbed you putting a collar onto you "Look at that, you look almost perfect with it, I think you'll be complete under me, begging for me" his lilac eyes dangerously glaring down, feeling his finger tips send small shocks into your hip as his other hand felt the end of the leash. You cried out and bucked beneath his touch wanting relief, he smirked and pulled away, pushing your shoulder down forcing you onto your knees as he pulled his already throbbing cock out, leaking with precum.

"Go ahead, show our sweet little Adeptus how much of a whore you are, how much of a slut you can be for my cock" he taunts as your felt a jolt of lust fill you from his words, taking him into your mouth as he forced you to look at Xiao as you sucked him off. Xiao watched with predatory eyes, as if you're his next pray, waiting for the right moment to pounce, his cock throbbing and causing his pants to tighten around him as he watched.

Scara groaned softly as he would occasionally pull on the leash to make you speed up a little bit as he would continue to thrust deeper into your throat, letting out moans and pleasurable noises. As you sucked, your tongue ran over his length causing him to jerk roughly.

"Touch yourself" he commanded, you complied, slowly removing your panties as you started to draw circles on your already puffy clit, moaning softly and desperately. Your scent becoming increasingly stronger for the Adeptus who struggled a bit against his restraints, growling lowly like an animal, the slits in his eyes narrowing some as he was growing impatient.

Seeing this, Scaramouche pulled from your throat and pushed you onto all fours, thrusting himself into harshly. He wasn't about to let the Adeptus get his turn yet, his free hand grabbing the others throat slightly sending small shocks as he did with you making the Adeptus growl in return but somewhat calming him down slightly, his head hangs lowly as he was breathing heavily, his golden eyes staring you down, his hair already sticking to his face as he pants.

Scaramouche thrusts where harsh as he groaned "You take me so well, your hole swallowing me up like the filthy whore you are" he growled some, you panting harder and faster as he kept driving in hard making you shake in pleasure "Don't you dare move" Scar said as he tightened his grip on your hip, nails digging into your soft flesh, zaps of electro become a bit stronger, your hole clamping down against his cock from the stimulation making his eyes widen some before shutting, as he began to choke out more curses. You felt yourself be pushed over the edge, cumming as your walls pulsing against his cock.

"Look at your precious little mate wiggling on my cock, cumming on my cock alone" he pulled the leash causing you to gasp and moan "S-Scara! "

"she calls my name, how pathetic she isn't calling room you though" His hand smacking your ass as he smirked "Maybe I'll breed her before you can" he laughs taunting the Adeptus, he started to speak once more but was cut off with a string of curses, his own orgasm quickly approaching, however he wouldn't reach it as the Adeptus growled lowly, biting his restraints with his sharp fangs, tearing the ropes before pushing the puppet off and claiming his spot above you, his throbbing cock already slammed into you. His larger body pressed against your back, you can feel his heavy pants, he glared down at Scaramouche who grumbled annoyed "so childish" he tsks.

The Adeptus didn't pay any mind to the comment as his thrust where harsh and animalistic, his sharp fangs digging into the nape of your neck as he marked you, his gloved hands holding your hips close as he ruts like an animal in heat, repeating the word "mine" over and over.

You feel his hot breath against your neck as his tongue lap up the blood that spilt from the wound, low growls and pants left his mouth as he held you down, pushing deeper into you, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

"You'll bare my offspring first, I found you first" He muttered as he was the first one you started this relationship with "You'll look so perfect swollen with my child, only mine" he growled as he thrust into you hard and hard, his member twitching with every stroke, his grip tightening until it hurt.

He kept whispering those words like a mantra to you until you were cumming again, your eyes rolling back as your body convulses and shudders violently, gripping onto him tightly as he comes inside of you, feeling his hot seed fill you. He kept himself inside to keep you plugged, growling at Scaramouche who tried to push him off but unfortunately he wasn't stronger then the Adeptus "Can't you just let me have my damn turn you fucking beast" he hissed as Xiao wasn't letting go, not until he knew your womb took to him.

It was going to be a long night with the two arguing and gripping your body harshly. By morning your body was covered from head to toe almost literally in their love bites and marks, their cum now scenting you. You laid between the two as they kept their possessive grip onto you even in their sleep.

God help you if you somehow took to Scaramouche first rather then Xiao, but that's later, now you rest.

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