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3vwritesthings · 3 months
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GOJO SATORU || GENERAL RELATIONSHIP WITH A SHORT S/O
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| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen
| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a
| form : headcanons 
| published : 13 november 
| request : hii can you please do headcanons for gojo satoru in a relationship with a fem!reader who is his childhood crush (can you also make her short)
| barista’s notes : this is my first headcanon, so i’m not as confident with this piece of work ʕ ゚ ● ゚ʔ but i hope that you love your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request)!
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3vwritesthings · 3 months
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Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo with a short s/o? I like being tinier than people and they are the ideal height for towering over me and making me feel small and cute!
— gojo and nanami with a shorter s/o
note: hi hi hi thank u for the suggestion!! i hope u don’t mind that the headcanons are for a shorter s/o rather than a short s/o.
ft. gojo satoru and nanami kento
warning: gn!reader, shorter/short s/o
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— gojo satoru.
we all know that this man is such a shithead (affectionate).
he loves the height difference between the two of you and frequently brings it up.
honestly it wouldn’t even matter if you were only the slightest bit shorter than him. he will lord it over your head.
gojo relentlessly teases you for it.
he’s the type to rest his arm on top of your head and excitedly exclaim how you’re the perfect height for an armrest.
punch him in the gut for that.
gojo definitely places everything on the highest shelf so when you’re struggling to reach for it, he can swoop in and grab it for you.
wait.......i can see gojo bending down until he’s eye level with you and cooing how cute you are with a large smile. bastard!!!!!!
manspreads when you’re sitting next to each other. he claims that his limbs are much longer than yours and therefore he needs more space. he’s so infuriating.
he typically shortens his strides for you, but sometimes when he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll walk normally and leave you to trail after him much to your annoyance.
when you start pouting and yell at gojo to stop being an ass, he turns around and says “forgot your legs were shorter than mine,” with faux innocence. you know behind his stupid blindfold, his eyes are full of mirth.
gojo teases you for your height, but he’d never make you feel bad about it.
he adores the fact that he’s taller than you.
— nanami kento.
nanami doesn’t make a big deal about your height difference.
but that’s not to say there aren’t certain things regarding your difference in height that he enjoys.
he really likes the way his clothing drapes off of your body.
normally he doesn’t really pay much mind to how much taller he is than you, but he becomes acutely aware of that fact whenever he sees the way his clothing engulfs your body.
affection blooms in nanami’s chest when he sees how the sleeves of his shirt hang loosely past your fingertips.
his expression softens when you’re out together and you’re just chattering away. of course nanami is attentively listening to what you’re saying, but he’ll glance down at you and can’t help but think of how small you are in comparison to him.
oh my gosh wait.... guard dog nanami.
some unfortunate soul tries to flirt with you and nanami will simply appear behind you with a calm but menacing aura.
they scurry away quickly, but they can’t understand how someone as small and cute as you could be connected to someone as tall and intimidating as nanami.
anyways nanami doesn’t really care about your height difference, but he must admit that it’s rather endearing how much shorter you are than him.
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3vwritesthings · 6 months
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Small snippet of something I’m writing because I actually found some motivation after months 🤷‍♀️
(Note: Not proofread or fully edited. This is a form of rough draft)
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3vwritesthings · 9 months
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I have to re organize and link my navigation again😒 I’ve had so many writing ideas but haven’t found motivation to actually write. It sucks 🫠 I forget the last time I actually posted something here lmao.
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! (≧◡≦)
Or in other words, reuniting with your first high school crush, Scaramouche, and ending up in his bed.
contains: f!afab!reader x scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, praise, drunk sex, creampie
(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!
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Scaramouche is commonly known as a nobody in college. People rarely acknowledge his presence because of his, "quick to be pissed off" personality. This has caused many to stay out of his way, except for Childe. He's your average jock, always throwing the hugest parties and pulling the finest women on campus.
These two are quite the polar opposites and because of it, the kind-hearted ginger is always trying to introduce Scaramouche to new opportunities.
"You know, you're super hot, Scara. I'm sure if you tried, all of the girls would be head over heels for you." Childe's words are slightly incoherent at some parts as he brushes his teeth, shamelessly standing in Scaramouche's room, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.
Scaramouche doesn't look up from his phone from where he's sitting on his bed and mumbles, "I'm not a people pleaser like you, Childe." Childe frowns and states, "We could be the campus' power duo if you flaunted your ego more." He sighs before walking back to the washroom to spit in the sink and rinse out his mouth.
At that, Scaramouche fixes his back's posture from the slouching position. "What the hell is he on about," he thinks to himself, furrowing his brows together. It's true, that he has a big ego. But isn't that the reason why no one approaches him?
"It's because you're showing it off it in the wrong way," Childe says, as if reading his roommate's mind. This time, he enters the room with a white t-shirt and whale designed pajama shorts, ruffling a towel in his wet, orange hair while remaining eye contact.
Scaramouche scoffs and leans back into his bed, "And you're suddenly capable of giving me advice, why?" Childe waves it off with an eyeroll, "I'm just saying. You know, your ego is in the wrong place. It shouldn't be in your status, but rather your looks. Like I said, you're flaming hot!"
The cerulean haired male grimaces, "Your word choice is a little problematic, Childe." He removes one earphone from his ear in order to have a proper conversation.
Childe grins, "You need to take more pride in your appearance. You have a tongue piercing and multiple ear piercings; Do you know how many girls would die for a man like that?" He sits on the bed with Scaramouche, bouncing the mattress. "I'm hosting another party here tonight," Childe says, nudging at Scaramouche's arm.
"Aaand, instead of being locked up in your room, I'll try and hook you up with some girls." At his sudden offer, Scaramouche groans. "No. I'm not going to go through all of this just to boost my ego. I already have enough of my confidence as it is-"
Childe disrupts his sentence with a wail, "I'll even help you choose clothes! Just please, please, please?" He clasps his hands together and juts out his bottom lip. Scaramouche narrows his eyes in frustration. He scowls, "Fine! But if it gets boring, I'm going back to my room."
That's what led Scaramouche here, awkwardly standing while occupying himself with sipping on a red plastic cup filled to the brim with beer. Don't take this wrong, Childe did try, but he didn't try hard enough, since the second a pretty girl caught his eye, he immediately left Scaramouche to fend for himself in the middle of this ear-deafening party.
He swore, he could go blind from how bright and colorful the flashing lights were. Scaramouche just itched to go to his room, but he wanted to wait a little bit longer on Childe to return. His friend's return never happened. And so, losing a purpose to stay here any longer, he turns on his heel, bound to go back to his room.
However, someone by the entrance of the bedroom manages to get his attention. If it wasn't the one and only (Name). You're known as the campus princess with your charm and that damn fine appearance. God, who knows how many guys have managed to get in bed with you?
Scaramouche would be a little embarrassed to admit that yes, he has a crush on you. The only difference is, he's known you since high school, so it's not as weird as the other guys have it. The two of you were partnered up for the three legged race and even though you guys lost, you admitted that you had fun with him.
After that, you and him became fairly close, but just sort of drifted away when transitioning into college.
Ah, maybe this is his chance! He can finally make Childe proud with this...
"Hey, (Name). I didn't expect to see you here." Scaramouche rubs his neck, seemingly a little bit flustered. Where's that ego of his now? You look at him in surprise and smile, "Hi, Scara. We haven't been able to talk much, huh?" You glance down at your own cup of beer, moving it in a circular motion to watch the liquid swish.
Scaramouche fumbles with his words, "Right, um, how are you finding college?" He gives you a profound gaze. He realizes that you find it hard to keep eye contact, for some reason. "It's okay! Surely a lot more different from high school," you say, laughing.
Scaramouche doesn't mean to look, but it's hard to focus on your words when that shirt hugs your curves so perfectly and that skirt exposes so much of your thighs.
"Have you... gotten a girlfriend?"
Your inquiry catches him off guard. Scaramouche pauses before chuckling, "Ah, no. I've been more occupied with my studies rather than my love life," He deadpans at the sight of Childe making out with a random girl on the couch. "Unlike some people." The last part of his sentence makes you giggle, "I can see Childe's still the same."
Scaramouche hesitates before asking, "What about you? You got a boyfriend? With how much the campus talks about you-" You shake your head, "Mm-mm. No boyfriend." You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and sheepishly say, "I don't like any of them, 'cept for one."
Scaramouche's interest is suddenly piqued. "Is that so? Who is he?" He knows it's a little brazen of him to ask like that, but the curiosity was gnawing away at him.
You take a sip from your cup and shrug, "Someone. I don't know if he likes me, so he's better off as a secret just in case I end up changing my mind." Scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth. You're so obvious to him, it's adorable, really.
This is the most appropriate time to put that ego of his to use. He knows it's a big step and a rather huge assumption but at this point, he's confident about it.
"It's me, isn't it?" He does nothing but chuckle at your reddening complexion. Scaramouche tilts your chin upwards and smiles. "Drink the rest of that and you'll be fine with me." He nods his head towards the cup in your hold and your hands go clammy.
You do as he says and he does the same with his own drink. Scaramouche tosses the cups aside and pulls you into his bedroom.
You feel all of your senses overwhelm you the second he closes the door and has you against the wall, one of his arms securing your waist and his other hand holding your neck. He kisses you, slowly and passionately. You feel his teeth bite down into your bottom lip, emitting a soft gasp from you.
The more you two get into the kiss, the more you feel comfortable with finally putting your arms around his neck, grinding yourself against his body.
His room smells entirely of him and his scent is absolutely intoxicating. You still remember touching yourself back in your bedroom during your high school phase, thinking of Scaramouche's lithe fingers stretching you out instead of your own.
"Mmh, hah-" Your tongue barely manages to keep up with his, Scaramouche dominating the situation with how amazing his ability to kiss was. His tongue piercing constantly pokes at your tongue and you shiver at the feeling.
"You're so..." Scaramouche's breathy voice trails off as he flips up your skirt, pressing two fingertips against your clothed clit. You whimper from the action and the fabric dampens even more than before. Scaramouche slyly looks at you and removes his fingers. You dryly gulp in anticipation as he places you on his bed.
"So pretty," he breathes out, lips hovering over yours. You're thirsting for another kiss, but he simply hushes you and puts his fingers inside of your mouth. You diligently suck on them, eyes half-lidded and pupils heart shaped. Scaramouche mutters, "Just imagine if all of the guys you rejected could see you whoring yourself out for a simple no one..."
With his digits now covered in the slick of your mouth, he pulls your panties aside and thrusts three inside. During that whole moment, he never looked away from you. You loudly moan, the music and the chatter from outside surely drowning out your lewd noises. Scaramouche licks his lips and goes faster, your cunt clamping down on his fingers.
He lowly laughs, "Good girl, aren't you? Yeah, I'm sure you are." Your view goes hazy as you pant, "S-Scara...!" He curls his fingers, causing you to reach your high more earlier than expected of both you and him. Your white substances cover his hand and he sucks and licks at it, making sure to finish every single drop.
The next thing you know, you're getting pounded from the back with his cock driving into your dripping wet pussy. Your head rests on the pillow, drool wettening the case as you let out mewls and whines. "You're s-so big, Scara! Mngh, mmh!" Your manicured nails dig into the sheets, pussy tightening as Scaramouche moans.
"Yeah, baby doll? Gotta fuck you 'til the break of day." He rubs your clit at a fast pace, drawing you nearer to your high. "Ahn! Scara, mm, I'm gonna' cum!" You whimper out, "Fuck! Mmh!" With one more harsh thrust, the blunt head of his cock plunging straight onto your cervix, you splatter cum all over his pelvis.
Scaramouche's mouth falls agape at the sight of you squirting and he instantly shoots thick, white ropes of seed into your womb. He gives a few shallow thrusts before starting up his previous pace once more. Sounds of soft slapping fills the room along with your heavenly moans and squeals.
At some point, he orders you to turn on your back. You obey and his cock stiffens at your appearance. Your gorgeous lipstick now smudged, clothes all crumpled, tears peeking at your eyes and your cunt...
He watches his sperm leak and pump out of your glistening folds, tucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth at the sinful sight. You rub your thighs together and murmur, "Scara, this is so embarrassing..." Scaramouche gets on top of you and places an open mouthed kiss on your lips, which you reciprocate.
"Embarrassing? No, baby, you're so pretty," he sighs, readying his tip at your leaking hole once more. Sinking inside you, he starts plummeting more vigorously than before, as he gets more turned on when seeing your expressions. You attempt to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to lessen your humiliation, but he manages to put it aside and lean down to kiss your neck.
You re-adjust your legs around his waist, whining as he bites at the sensitive skin of your collarbone, placing numerous hickeys and love bites. It adds to the vulgar pleasure and you realize, you would've never imagined getting fucked raw by your high school crush.
The slippery walls of your cunt start to spasm and you arch your back, crying out, "Scara! Oh, m-hah!" Scaramouche moans and murmurs profanities when your cunt clenches so tight, making him meet his own climax. He pulls out his cock, watching his cum overflow from your pussy.
Scaramouche cups the side of your face and slots his lips into yours. Your cheeks go into a tinted pink when you carefully let your fingers run through his hair. Strands of cerulean frame his pretty face and you feel as though you just got creampied by the most attractive and kindest guy on campus.
And he ends up staying true to his promise, fucking you until daybreak.
You buck your hips forward as he sloppily eats out your cunt. His nose continues to bump onto your clit and you furrow your eyebrows, moaning. His tongue is simply a work of art, the pink muscle entirely inside of you, making you feel the most amazing pleasures ever.
You say multiple praises to him mixed with your own whimpers of his name, your hands messing up his hair with how much you've been holding onto it. It's around twelve in the morning, but the party hasn't settled down at all. You're surprised no one has left yet at this time, though it's expected since exam season ended.
His head is beneath your skirt, though he could care less. All he knows is that he's eating out his first love and each sound that left your throat is simply music to his ears. Scaramouche sucks and licks through your folds, desperately moaning for more than just one taste.
He didn't want this night to end.
The following morning, Childe is completely disoriented and hungover. The only thing that brought him back to his senses was the scene of a girl sucking on his roommate's cock.
"A-Ah... that's it, (Name)..."
The ginger swore he was hearing things. Childe blinks a few times and rubs his eyes before slapping himself in the face. He sits up from the couch and yawns. "Shit, my head. Scaramouche!" He shouts out once more, "Scara, can you make me some of your hangover soup!?"
Noticing the door to Scaramouche's room is slightly open, he pushes it without hesitating. It's just another average Sunday, right?
Childe's eyes widen as he tries taking everything in altogether. There, kneeling on the floor in between his roommate's legs as Scaramouche is sitting on his bed with a hand gripping your hair, is none other than you, of course.
You whine around his dick and lower your head to welcome more of his length into your throat, the vibrations emitting a groan from Scaramouche. Scaramouche's lips are agape as he mutters, "Good girl, good girl... fuck..."
Childe carefully backs away and closes the door after himself. Apparently, Scaramouche wasn't the only one who had a good time at the party.
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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HI V HRU
Good! HRU :)
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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Nah, Cyno’s jokes during the Windblume Festival legit made me chuckle 💀
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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Scaramouche (Wanderer) X SICK!Reader
(CW: ANGST? FLUFF? IDK) Anyways-
Inspiration: This happened to me yesterday <3 my throat still hurts ngl :’)
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It was 5 o’clock in the evening while you writhed in bed, tossing and turning, moaning in pain. You had a high fever and sore throat that burned like hell and that was excluding the massive headache that inopportunely manifested an hour before.
You groaned again, whimpering into Scaramouche’s side. Tears started to fall from your eyes from the excruciating pain when all of a sudden as if it couldn’t get worse, your left hip and side started to hurt as well.
You clutched onto your boyfriend tightly. “Make it stop, please!” you cried. He turned to you with a look in his eyes that almost said that he was feeling your pain. It was one of worry and sadness. “I’m sorry,” he held you tighter, matching your hold on him. “I wish I could take the pain away.” He began to cry as well. “I wish that I could make it all go away.”
You continued to groan out. “Please don’t leave me!”
“I won’t, I promise,” he stroked your head akin to petting a cat, hand brushing over your soft hair that was now slightly tangled from all the tossing and turning. Scaramouche leaned down to kiss you, lips pressing lightly against your warm forehead. “I don’t want you to leave me either.”
Every time you swallowed, it felt like a broken potato chip was lodged in your throat (That shit HURTS if you haven’t had it happen to you) and after 10 more minutes, the pain had subsided as you were fast asleep, still clutching onto Scaramouche.
Scaramouche, still awake, however, continued to cry for you.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it go away. I’m sorry I couldn’t be useful,” he sobbed uncontrollably. There was nothing that man wouldn’t do for you. He loved you so much you don’t even know.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he strengthened his grip on your clothes as if you were to disappear the moment he blinked.
“I love you,” you groggily whispered back.
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Y/N ANGST (Hurt + Comfort)
Summary :’) Scaramouche returns from the Irminsul incident to find you crying and begging for him to never leave you again.
A/N: This was more of a lazy post so sorry if my writing isn’t that good.
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It had been 4 days since Scaramouche had left for work. He’d gone with the traveler to do some work with Irminsul. Your memories of him remained, but when they told you what had happened, you nearly lost it.
The day after you spent crying on your bed, missing the man you loved ever-so much. The man that you spent 4 years living with, the one that normally held you tightly when something bad happened. This time was different. This time, he wasn’t here to console you. He wasn’t here to embrace your warmth or wipe the tears that spilled from your eyes. To hold your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose in love and adoration.
You didn’t hear the door to your shared room open 2 days later, and failed to hear the footsteps outside. In the doorway stood your (Short) husband before he ran to you, jumping on the bed and embracing you with his (also kinda short) arms. (I can’t be talking, I’m shorter than him).
More tears rolled down your cheeks seeing who it was.
“I Love you, I love you! You sobbed, returning his hug and tightening your hold as if he were to disappear from you again. “Promise you’ll never leave me!”
You were too caught up in nuzzling yourself in any area of him that you could, anything to be as close to him as possible to realize that he was also crying.
“I’m sorry,” A couple drops of salty liquid fell from the orbs that stared at your form. “I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’ll never leave you. Please don’t leave me.”
You both lay there hugging one another for many hours, falling asleep in eachothers arms while he held you.
“I promise I’ll never leave you.”
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE A (Dom) SCARA SMUT WITH THIS IN IT, I’M BEGGING YOU 🛐
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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Hello, my darling ❤️ here I am. Can I get headcanons with Scara while he is observing the reader petting a horse. Even better if he hears the reader cooing quietly while she pets him. How would feel observing something like this. Even better if the horse is black and seems to be glaring at him like Scara's very presence is offending him lol. It's how my horse would've acted when I still had him....add a dash of smut headcanons in it. It doesn't have to be detailed or elaborate. Please take your time❤️
Coming right up my lovely moot! <3
Summary: Scara reacting to Reader who’s captivated by a horse.
Warnings: Suggestive content at the end.
At first, Scaramouche doesn’t think too much of it. You’re just petting a horse afterall, right?
This changes when he sees you whisper to the black horse quietly, cooing it with your gentle words. Words that he should be receiving instead of that horse that now has all of your attention.
You don’t even really remember he’s there until an offended scoff is heard from behind you.
“I swear that horse hates me!” He complains, crossing his arms.
“It’s always giving me that stupid look like it’s glaring at me!” He turns to the horse and makes a disgusted face at it.
A couple minutes later when you’re petting, cooing, and giggling was directed back at the horse, Scaramouche had enough.
“Look at me,” he says, taking your chin between 3 of his fingers, turning your face to view him directly.
“Aw Kuni. Are you jealous?” You give a soft smile and a giggle that makes him blush, a light pink dusting over his cheeks in embarrassment.
But he doesn’t deny it.
“Maybe,” he responds.
“I feel left out. You should pay attention to me too,” he pouts.
“Aw sorry, Kuni,” you give him a pat on the head, stroking it softly.
Suddenly it becomes too much for him to handle.
Scaramouche picks you up and takes you inside the house, his steps echoing in the hallway to your shared bedroom.
He tosses you down onto the mattress, crawling on top of your spread out form.
“Why ride that stupid horse when you could be riding me instead.”
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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Few hours ago I thought of messy makeout with Scaramouche where he's pushing you against the wall and just whispering things like he's gonna mess you up and how you're soooo needy and then he just throws you over his shoulder to go to the bedroom BAHAHAHAH
Anyways,,,
Scaramouche mandhandling the reader? Being a lil mean, but has a smirk on his face because the way you're looking up at him with a smile makes him think he's lucky to have such a good dear like you? Ahhhhhhh
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Scaramouche x fem! reader. Deep kissing. Scara being Scara and not shutting up about how horny he is getting. Not really smut but we all know where this was gonna go.
a/n: I love the song Mr. Brightside by The Killers.😌 I hope you enjoy❤️ Some credit for the first two sentences goes to them.
It was only supposed to start out as a goodbye kiss. How did it end up like this? You weren't lamenting through. Your arms were wrapped around Scaramouche's neck, your lips locked with his, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. "Scara, you should really get going," you said, pulling away because you needed air.
"It can wait," he replied, roughly curling his fingers underneath your chin to make you look at him. Even though he was smirking because you were getting needy, he was also glaring a little, like he was genuinely offended that you needed to breathe. How dare you stop kissing him for something he didn't need.
You hadn't even heard him tell you the things he was going to do to you for winding him up like this. He was going to make sure you blushed. "Do you see what you are doing to me?" His lips were on yours again.
His hand smacked light against the wall, pining one of your hands against it with his as he hooked your leg over his hip, pushing you against the wall. "I'm going to ruin you." You blushed, intertwining your fingers with his. He smirked wider. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll be too fucked out to walk straight."
You mewled, excited against his lips. His tongue was warm and dominant as it curled around yours. "Shut up," he growled.
"Completely? If you insist," you jested, flashing him a smirk of your own.
Scaramouche bit your lower lip. "You are getting tied up for that," grinding his erection between your legs a few times, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
"Promise?" This earned you a rough smack on your ass. He really was lucky to have found someone like you. He'd always needed someone like you more than you could ever know.
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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This applies to my rules as well. I do write for dub con though.
Quick update written at 1:21pm on February 18. Good morning or evening. This one is going to stay pinned for awhile. Probably permanently. I had someone ask me what I don't feel comfortable with writing, so I want to pin a full list.
I won't write anything non-con. It's a sensitive subject for me.
I do write characters as Yandere, but it will sound really obsessive. The reader is completely cool with them acting that way. I won't write kidnapping and forced captivity.
I won't write for the kids models like Sayu or YaoYao unless it's cute friendship fluff.
I am not a minor. I will not write anything where the reader is asked to be referred as a minor. You can interact and request as much you like. I'm going to trust that you guys are very aware that I write pretty graphic stuff.
I won't write any male characters as being female bodied. The same goes for girls with male bodies. I have nothing against it, it would just feel weird for me to write.
I will write breeding kinks, dacryphilia, consensual somnophilia, choking, bondage, degradation. These things are my specialties. I love writing Dom! and sub! characters or the reverse.
I also write SFW work stuff. I love writing it that stuff, actually. I enjoy writing headcanons for SFW and NSFW. I will be writing Kinktober stuff.
I typically accept a max of three characters to a request. I write for both the boys and girls.
I cater to mainly a fem!reader audience but not exclusively. Unless you specifically say you want other terms used, I'm going to assume a fem!reader is what you are asking for. It's not my fault if it's not what you want. I have see my pinned in all caps in my bio. Please don't come at me saying that it's too long and you aren't reading all that. If you do that, I will delete the ask I wrote for you, delete any further comments from you and be on my way.
I write threesomes.
I won't write character x character ships. That part of the fandom is a little overwhelming.
And lastly, I will occasionally accept the ask for transgendered reader, but not very often. I accept and support transgendered people. You have a lot of courage. However, since it's such a sensitive issue lately, writing for it makes me uneasy.
I hope I don't regret staying a few of these things. I had someone be very rude with me when I said I didn't write for toxic relationships.
Also, I am very affectionate, especially to my regulars. I use terms in my author's notes like darling or dear. If any of you don't like that, please tell me ☺️
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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I play project sekai. also beat all 4 games of Danganronpa (I left because of the toxic fandom but I think I'm slowly coming back to it)
What speed do you usually play on for PJSK?? 😃
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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I want Wanderer / Scaramouche to hug me….around my neck.
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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It’s nice talking with people virtually. I can talk with long distance friends or people I met online.
:)
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3vwritesthings · 1 year
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Scaramouche 50 Shades of Grey AU?
Scaramouche as Christian Grey? 👀
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