ੈ✩↟‧₊˚ I'll Be Writing Some Sfw And Nsfw Pieces To Celebrate The Festive Season! Pieces Will

ੈ✩↟‧₊˚ I'll be writing some sfw and nsfw pieces to celebrate the festive season! pieces will be updated as they go, and I hope that they bring you some type of joy

requests are always open!

will be written with a fem reader for the nsfw ones

⤿𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 23𝐑𝐃 — 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘢

scaramouche & xiao

⤿𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 24𝐓𝐇 — 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬! ღ

scaramouche

⤿𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 25𝐓𝐇 — 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ღ

xiao

ღ = nsfw

ENTANGLEMENTS — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham hates working more than he has to but atleast he's got you to help him in a special way. wc. 600

・✶ ｡ warnings — cockwarming, office sex, petnames: princess, slightly dom alhaitham ??, fem! reader

"ugh, what a mess, this will take me hours to finish," alhaitham hisses lowly, gritting his teeth as his hands grab your hips to keep you in place— most importantly so you won't suddenly lose balance and fall off his lap as his cock throbs and twists in you, "—cannot wait to finish this and go home, princess,"

in natural response to his sugarlike spelling, your lips move close to his ear as you pant out a breathy moan of his name— crowded by his erection when his cock pushes against one particular searing spot, grazing against your sensitivity as his dick molds along your walls and stretches your hole good enough that you were hardly capable to think straight.

"now, what's that?" alhaitham chuckles— well, it sounded more like a strained snicker. although his eyes were sharp, nothing special, calculative and the scribe didn't miss your eyes rolling back into your skull now that your pussy grew accustomed to such fullness, your body eager awaiting to have him move himself in and out.

he averts his eyes from the piece of paper on his desk before roughly squeezing the flesh of your ass, making it jiggle under his large palms and adding in a subtle smack.

"keep quiet, remember there's people outside." you can only nod at him, both hands squeezing his strong shoulders before you force yourself to focus on the inviting sight of your boyfriend— his tight shirt lazily draped up, resting right under his chest and exposing his defined abs glistening with sweat, or his large hands pushing your hips down while not daring to drag himself out even once.

"you can take it, no?" he hums, "would be quite the shame if you didn't, don't you think? considering everything, in this moment you couldn't choose between what you found worse— the aching stretch of his thick shaft splitting you in half, although not moving, or the way how alhaitham was seemingly so unfazed by all of it, nonchalant as he rotates between toying with the plump flesh of your ass and focusing back on the important document resting on the table.

it was infuriating— but that's how the scribe was, and he always counted on your sweet pussy to wrap around him like second skin whenever he found himself borderline bored by his work.

your forehead falls flat to dig into his shoulder as you flutter awfully hard around his shaft, suddenly catching him inattentive as you triumph over your boyfriend just this once— his cheeks now flushing in the prettiest shade of pink when he notices the clench of your sore cunt, his eyes snapping shut and his lips parting flawlessly, his throat exposing an unplanned moan.

a blissed-out countenance accentuates his handsome face, tears stinging the corners of his soft lashes before he leans his head back.

"hah—," you chuckle breathlessly, your mind entirely clouded by just how amazing his cock felt in you, "you can take it, no?" you mimic his previous taunting, adding a slightly higher pitch as to get your point across, "would be quite— ah, fuck, fuck!" your jaw drops in awe as he snaps his hips upwards to fuck into you, chuckling as he gave your ass a light slap.

your toes curl when he pushes at a deep spot, satisfying stuns of lust surging throughout your abdomen and straight to your quivering pussy as alhaitham brings one hand to your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on his own famished glare.

"—easy now, what have i always told you about acting out like that? or disturbing my work, hm?"

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itto headcannons please 😩☝️

not sure what kind of headcannons you wanted :) so I decided to do a sfw and nsfw.

nsfw is below the cut.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

☆ arataki itto

cw(s): afab! reader, mentions of breeding, positions; full nelson, prone bone, size difference, dick details, morning wood

synopsis: headcannons for the boss of the arataki gang (arataki itto is biggest goof)

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

itto is the biggest goof around town.

but he's your goof. you can't help but adore him and the way he sees light in every situation. (even when there is none.)

↳ though he's not rich, and not the smartest, he finds ways to make you smile. whether it be hugs, compliments, or a pretty pebble he found on his adventures that he wanted you to see.

↳ itto is a respectful king, he loves every bit of you and he makes sure to often kiss you gently all over. pecking and covering all of your skin whilst he worships you.

↳ flowers are a must. he makes sure to pick up some pretty flowers that remind him of you whenever the both of you meet up.

↳ itto loves to chat and talk about how his day went, telling you about the smallest details, and of course, ending it with his proclamation of love for you.

↳ big, clingy, and cuddly bear. (best cuddle buddy.)

↳ his favorite thing to do is tackle you, taking you down with him as he bear hugs you.

his frame absolutely engulfs your entire figure !! he's so big and muscular, but his chest is oh so squishy. (there's a slight panic that he'll suffocate you every time your face is pressed into his chest, but a couple of hurried taps has itto letting go, apologizing with a sheepish grin on his face.)

↳ as previously stated (and already known !!) itto is big.

↳ realistically, itto smells (kinda) sweaty. fresh out of the shower itto smells like a mix of honey with an earthy wood scent.

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 ( 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 )

↳ his dick stands at 9 inches hard, and about 7.5 inches soft. tip is a pretty pinkish brown (#ad8882 if you want.) it curves slightly to his left, is very veiny, and quite girthy.

↳ itto is extremely dirty without realizing it in bed.

it's hot in the moment, but it's quite lewd and embarrassing when itto talks dirty. itto finds inspiration from films and porn, heck, even the erotica novels that he finds at the back of yae publishing house. (he skips all of the pages except for the explicit scenes.)

"f-fuck yeahh... pussy is sucking me in so deep, hm?"

"gonna pound this sweet cunt and breed it real good..."

↳ despite the embarrassment felt sometimes when you hear him spout filth into your ears, you can't help but moan.

itto's cock reaches reeeal deep. you swear you can feel his tip touch your cervix.

his relentless pounding has you weak, huffing for air as he flips you over into a different position.

↳ speaking of positions, itto loves prone bone.

it has his dick hitting every right spot inside that sweet cunt of yours, every mewl drives him crazy as he clutches onto your hips, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he plows like a beast.

↳ loves full nelson as well.

he feels so big and strong when he's holding you by the knees, all while thrusting up into your warm pussy.

itto does tries his best to be gentle, but it's so hard when he looks down to see you writhe and beg for him oh so desperately. he doesn't want to keep his poor baby waiting after all.

↳ there are times where he's real clumsy and cute, letting out small profanities and a small whine when his cock slips out of your wet entrance, or when he almost cums undone from just rubbing his dick up against you.

↳ itto cums an ungodly amount & has insane stamina, so you'll be in for a couple of rounds possibly passed out by the end of it.

↳ he's sweet, making sure to clean the both of you up with a wet and warm towel.

↳ itto throws a loose shirt of his over you before he passes out, unconsciously moving in his sleep to spoon you from behind.

↳ his morning wood has the both of you going for sleepy sex.

↳ small, sweet, murmurs and whispers are exchanged.

itto is a big cuddly bear who can't help but want to plant himself deep inside you because he loves you so much!

itto headcannons please 😩☝️

not sure what kind of headcannons you wanted :) so I decided to do a sfw and nsfw.

nsfw is below the cut.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

☆ arataki itto

cw(s): afab! reader, mentions of breeding, positions; full nelson, prone bone, size difference, dick details, morning wood

synopsis: headcannons for the boss of the arataki gang (arataki itto is biggest goof)

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

itto is the biggest goof around town.

but he's your goof. you can't help but adore him and the way he sees light in every situation. (even when there is none.)

↳ though he's not rich, and not the smartest, he finds ways to make you smile. whether it be hugs, compliments, or a pretty pebble he found on his adventures that he wanted you to see.

↳ itto is a respectful king, he loves every bit of you and he makes sure to often kiss you gently all over. pecking and covering all of your skin whilst he worships you.

↳ flowers are a must. he makes sure to pick up some pretty flowers that remind him of you whenever the both of you meet up.

↳ itto loves to chat and talk about how his day went, telling you about the smallest details, and of course, ending it with his proclamation of love for you.

↳ big, clingy, and cuddly bear. (best cuddle buddy.)

↳ his favorite thing to do is tackle you, taking you down with him as he bear hugs you.

his frame absolutely engulfs your entire figure !! he's so big and muscular, but his chest is oh so squishy. (there's a slight panic that he'll suffocate you every time your face is pressed into his chest, but a couple of hurried taps has itto letting go, apologizing with a sheepish grin on his face.)

↳ as previously stated (and already known !!) itto is big.

↳ realistically, itto smells (kinda) sweaty. fresh out of the shower itto smells like a mix of honey with an earthy wood scent.

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 ( 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 )

↳ his dick stands at 9 inches hard, and about 7.5 inches soft. tip is a pretty pinkish brown (#ad8882 if you want.) it curves slightly to his left, is very veiny, and quite girthy.

↳ itto is extremely dirty without realizing it in bed.

it's hot in the moment, but it's quite lewd and embarrassing when itto talks dirty. itto finds inspiration from films and porn, heck, even the erotica novels that he finds at the back of yae publishing house. (he skips all of the pages except for the explicit scenes.)

"f-fuck yeahh... pussy is sucking me in so deep, hm?"

"gonna pound this sweet cunt and breed it real good..."

↳ despite the embarrassment felt sometimes when you hear him spout filth into your ears, you can't help but moan.

itto's cock reaches reeeal deep. you swear you can feel his tip touch your cervix.

his relentless pounding has you weak, huffing for air as he flips you over into a different position.

↳ speaking of positions, itto loves prone bone.

it has his dick hitting every right spot inside that sweet cunt of yours, every mewl drives him crazy as he clutches onto your hips, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he plows like a beast.

↳ loves full nelson as well.

he feels so big and strong when he's holding you by the knees, all while thrusting up into your warm pussy.

itto does tries his best to be gentle, but it's so hard when he looks down to see you writhe and beg for him oh so desperately. he doesn't want to keep his poor baby waiting after all.

↳ there are times where he's real clumsy and cute, letting out small profanities and a small whine when his cock slips out of your wet entrance, or when he almost cums undone from just rubbing his dick up against you.

↳ itto cums an ungodly amount & has insane stamina, so you'll be in for a couple of rounds possibly passed out by the end of it.

↳ he's sweet, making sure to clean the both of you up with a wet and warm towel.

↳ itto throws a loose shirt of his over you before he passes out, unconsciously moving in his sleep to spoon you from behind.

↳ his morning wood has the both of you going for sleepy sex.

↳ small, sweet, murmurs and whispers are exchanged.

itto is a big cuddly bear who can't help but want to plant himself deep inside you because he loves you so much!

I love scara sm omg 🫶🏼🫶🏼

I could ramble for days on end about his lore and not be sick and tired of him

he's just so loveable and so well written

love love love fics where he's bashful and an asshole but still sweet !! bc his character is more than him hating on ei

— ꒰ REAL FEELINGS ꒱

┊ scaramouche x afab!reader

⋆ synopsis : some time passed, but instead he became more distant than before...

⋆ warnings : NSFW, a tad bit of angst at the beginning?, dom!scaramouche (?), creampie (i don’t know if I’ll ever write safe sex, be safe tho), he sounds a bit yandere at the end.

⋆ a/n : part 2 to “hidden feelings”, but you don’t need it to understand. Leaving the link here just in case. Merry Christmas!

After Scaramouche’s first time, you expected him to become less shy, so to speak, not to avoid you like he did before because he felt discouraged to touch your body and be closer to you like a boyfriend would, after all, he now had your permission. But even with your continued teasing and indications that you wanted it, he only became more shy and reserved, you could only say he was avoiding to be in your presence. He no longer came to your house, making up different excuses each time you invited him, or ran home before you could catch up. Your messages were answered dryly, but nothing you didn’t expect from him before. None of your teasings were reciprocated and he refrained looking at you. When your eyes met, he quickly averted his away.

You tried many times to get closer to him again, yet he seemed to evade any kind of contact with you. The strangest case was when you were both in the classroom, the teacher hadn't arrived yet. You stood up, and from your own table, you happily called his name and waved at him, placing your right hand over your mouth to send a kiss in his direction. He was sitting a little further in front of you, but he could still turn his head towards you. Some of his friends were around his table and observed the following interaction, when Scaramouche ignores you and turns his head forward. You didn’t know what else to do, your options were running out. Did you do something wrong? Your chest tightened just thinking of the possibility. It would be horrible of you to doubt your boyfriend, but maybe he had found someone better? Or maybe you’re just not as interesting as you used to be. And it would be even worse if he had just agreed to be in a relationship with you because he felt like you pressured him in some way.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it was hard not to when he avoided your confrontations, so you chose to try and leave him alone. If he wanted to talk about what was bothering him, he would come to you. The days passed, and you two became more and more distant. He didn’t come to you, no matter how much you longed for it. Even though you were in the same room most of the time, you didn’t even spare him a glance. At first you felt a little alone, but soon you were able to get closer to someone and that made you feel less worse. He, who went by the name of Kazuha, was the total opposite of Scaramouche. Kazuha had to be one of the calmest and most peaceful person you’ve ever met, and perhaps for that same reason he had so many friends. He wasn’t too fussy, he gained attention simply by existing and people were drawn to him. However, your mind couldn’t help but wander to Scaramouche. You always tried to see the good side of things, in his case, it was like that in the beginning too, but then you no longer needed to try hard to understand the little signs he accidentally sent. The little kisses he spread across your face thinking you had slept and the silent “I love you’s”, the anger he felt when someone dared to say a word about you, the times he was strict when he helped you study and when he left for a few minutes to cautiously prepare you a snack, along with your favourite drink from your favourite cafe so that you could get your due rest too, discreetly leaving the food on the side of your table without saying a word. All of this was his way of showing love. Or what you thought was love. Next thing you know, you’re watching Haypasia take jumpy steps to his desk and resting her elbows on top of his notebook while squeezing her breasts with her arms as if no one could tell what she was doing. It wasn’t the first day she had done this, usually she didn’t dare to get close to him, but noticing you weren’t there anymore, she took advantage of it and made her way to his desk every morning to throw herself at him. He didn’t seem to mind and just explained the content that she hadn’t been able to understand during class. It was supposed to be you instead of her, he is your boyfriend. The bell rings and with a sigh, you start to pack your things and get up, heading towards the exit. Because you have your head down, you don’t notice your surroundings and stumble sloppily against another body. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You shout, lifting your head to look at the face of the person you had bumped into, your mouth slightly opens. Fuck, it was him. “(Y/N)…” he murmurs, exchanging looks between you and Kazuha. Your heart races. You are ready to take your friend’s hand and run out of there with him, when Scaramouche grabs your wrist and looks into your eyes. “Let’s talk.” He simply says. You take a deep breath and turn to Kazuha. “You can go home, this might take a while.” He takes you out with him, not a word said from either of you until you sit next to each other on a bench.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks first. You get a little confused. “Avoiding? Me avoiding you?” You arch an eyebrow. “You were the one who started it.” You are silent again. Scaramouche looking straight ahead with his arms crossed and a piercing gaze as he turns to you, staring with a serious expression as you tilt your head to the side in a sign of confusion. He hesitantly takes your hands, your attention focuses on them and you miss the moment he presses his lips to yours, separating only when you both feel short of breath. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way.” He looks away. “Being around you still makes me… nervous.” You're surprised and a bit mad, but you still try to be understanding. “That made me really sad…” you begin. "I know." He mutters apologetically. “And I will make it up to you for that. I know there was no reason to avoid you, it's just that seeing you moving away too, with Kazuha… I don't want you to leave me.” His voice gets lower as he speaks, looking down like a lost puppy.

You raise your arms to hold his face with both hands. “I’m not going anywhere.” You say, pronouncing each word slowly and clearly to him.

Without giving too much of a response, Scaramouche changes the subject. You can’t notice, but he’s too flustered to say and do anything other than clear his throat and invite you to his house today. Deep down he is very happy, even if you make him act in a way that no one who knows him would believe he was acting, he’s only being like this when he’s with you.

Normally, he wouldn’t express any positive feelings in front of others, however, inevitably, the two of you had an unexpected connection, he needs to be aware that his careless actions might hurt you if he’s the same with you, or even worse, you might leave him for someone better.

You think maybe he doesn’t want to go deeper into the previous conversation and leaves it aside. The way home was as it had always been before. Intertwined fingers with the light caresses that Scaramouche made on the back of your hand with his thumb, and a few words were exchanged until you finally arrive. As soon as he opens the door and gives you space to enter, you are surprised again by being pinned against the door, that closes instantly. Your lips are sealed with his, tangling your tongues together, teasing one another in a way that made it hard to breathe. Your head started to spin, your bodies were so close together that any movement made you brush against each other. His hands went up under your tight clothes to grab one of your breasts and give it a nice squeeze, which makes you exhale and close your eyes.

“Let me show you how much I want you, if it’ll make you stay…” he begins, trailing a path with his fingertips under your skirt, along your inner thighs until he reaches the hem of your panties and slowly pull them to the side so he could sample your pussy with two fingers, feeling the wetness that greets him, gathering your liquids and lifting his fingers until they were visible to you. “And apparently you also want me a lot” he smiles proudly and bends down to pull your skirt and panties off your body at once, taking the opportunity to quickly remove the rest of your clothes.

Even though he seemed confident in what he was doing, you could still feel his hands trembling with each touch on your skin. It made you smile at the effort he put into every action.

His fingers began to circle your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. Always wearing a proud smile as he spread your thighs with both hands to make room for him to position himself, face in front your cunt to savour you with the tip of his tongue. Once he gets a taste, he immediately grabs hold of your hips, pulling you even closer to his face, and starts to tongue your dripping wet folds, lapping up every drop of juice he finds. One of your hands found their way to his hair, desperately pulling on it while the other stopped the lewd sounds that threatened to escape your mouth. The feeling of his tongue between your inner lips, going down to your hole to finally push it inside while his finger worked to stimulate your clit made you close your eyes tightly.

Scaramouche hums as you unconsciously pull him closer to you, seeking more contact and guiding him just the way you want. He sucks on your clit, using his tongue and lips to pleasure you as best as he can. All he cares about is making you feel good until you cum all over his face.

When he speeds up his ministrations, flicking his tongue against you clit and sucking on your lips, that's when he can feel your orgasm building, he craves nothing more than to give you the release you deserve. As you start to climax, he goes even deeper, he feels your pussy clench around his tongue and swallows every last drop of your cum, relishing in the taste of your sweet essence as you come down from your high. He looks up at you with a satisfied smile on his face, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your legs are so wobbly that you look for his shoulders for support. He grabs you by the waist and gives you a few smooches on your neck before lifting you in his arms and taking you to the bed, where he lays you on your back and dimbs in right after, getting on top of you, each hand on each side of your body.

"I want you" he whispers. "Please, (Y/N), let me fuck you." He can't stand waiting any longer, he needs to feel your warmth enveloping his cock, to hear you scream his name as he fills you up.

You can't help but blink a few times and blush, nodding, and the moment you do, you notice his breath quickening and something rub against you. He looks into your eyes for a moment and lowers his head, placing soft, tender kisses along your collarbone, his tongue dancing on your skin. You look so vulnerable and beautiful, imagine how you’d look covered in red marks the next day :3

He can feel your heartbeat speeding up underneath his lips from anticipation, and he knows that this moment will stay with him forever. As he inches closer to your breasts, he whispers in your ear "I love you (Y/N)", feeling your body tremble beneath him when he drives his cock deep into your tight waiting hole.

Scaramouche starts to move, slowly at first, but then picks up the pace, his cock slamming into you harder and faster. He can feel your walls stretching around him, and he reaches to grab one of your nipples, tugging on it as he continues to fuck you.

He smirks, his lips brushing against yours as he grinds against you, “you’re mine, (Y/N)~” his voice is low and rough, “and I won’t let anyone take you away from me”. Grabbing your hips tightly, his pace becomes erratic as he hears your sobs and cries of pleasure. “I want to fill you up with my cum, make you cum over and over again.” He says between heavy breaths as he continues to pound into you, cock throbbing painfully, trying to satisfy your every need.

It’s when you feel your clit being played between his fingers that you reach your peak. “Let it go, (Y/N)”, he encourages in a melodic seductive voice, continuing to stimulate you, pushing into you further and further until you two finally explode, you screaming his name as you cum around his cock, and him letting out a long drawn-out moan as his body shakes and he releases his seed into you, filling you up until you’re practically bursting with his essence. Scaramouche falls forward, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

“I love you so much, (Y/N)”, he says one last time, leaning in to kiss you tenderly and holding you close for the rest of the day.

You realize the problem wasn’t in you at all, nor him, but his fear of getting attached to someone, of being abandoned. You will do everything to not give space to this type of thought in his mind when he’s with you…

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

☆ scaramouche

cw(s): degrading, creampie, fingering, mating press, posessive scara(?) reader is afab!

synopsis: smut with no plot.

"mmph..!" face down ass up, you let out a yelp and a few noises here and there when the fatui harbinger above you decided to speed up. you were stuffed to the brim with his cum and cock but you couldn't do anything but take it. he pressed your stomach against the bulge before you heard him let out a sigh. overstimulated, you let out a whine as you turned your head to look back at SCARAMOUCHE.

he raised a brow at you questioningly and you struggled to speak between moans, each attempt turning into a cluster of gibberish.

"what, fucked so dumb that you can't speak?" SCARAMOUCHE cooed in a mocking tone as he reached to toy with your sensitive bud. he felt you clench around his cock and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "s-scaramouche..." he nipped at your skin before letting out grunt in response.

"haven't I-ah! been a-mm..." SCARAMOUCHE thrusted deeper than he did previously, and you felt your legs on the brink of falling down from exhaustion, turning wobbly.

"continue," he grunted. "haven't I b-been good...?" you panted. no response was heard but he gripped onto your waist and flipped you over.

"I suppose you have." SCARAMOUCHE hummed. pulling your legs apart and up, he slid easily back into your entrance. his unrelenting pace had you drooling and sobbing, which had his ego soaring high. SCARAMOUCHE then stuck his fingers into your mouth and stared at you before scoffing.

"look at you... so messy and pretty." he murmured, admiring the look that you had in your eyes as you did your best to suck and lap away at his fingers. SCARAMOUCHE took his coated digits out of your mouth, leaning down to press a messy kiss to your lips. he bit your lip, tugging at it with a small smile as he heard you moan his name.

"you're so dirty, hm? such a dirty little thing for me..."

SCARAMOUCHE cooed at you, before trailing his hand down to rub at your clit. "gonna be good for me?" he panted, pulling out before thrusting his cock all the way back in.

"be good and let me cum inside you..."

"gonna have you nice n filled up, fucked n stupid for me, yeah?"

he hooked his arms under your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he pressed your thighs against your chest, thrusting with reckless abandon before releasing. SCARAMOUCHE came with thick ropes of cum. his hips stuttered a couple of more times to ride out the high. your eyes rolled to see stars as you spurted all over his abdomen.

he chuckled, pulling out to watch as his cum dripped out, rolling down the plush fat of your ass. SCARAMOUCHE swiftly took his fingers, swiping at it, before thrusting his digits back into your warm cunt.

"u-ugh...! scara..." you groaned, clawing at his wrist desperately. SCARAMOUCHE smirked as he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, but he stopped, coming up to press a kiss to your forehead.

"you did good."

"but I won't stop next time, since all of you belongs to me."

☆ drabble about scaramouche

gn!reader, cock sucking (head) 18+ !!, sub! scara, whiny scara

thinking about scara as a bottom...

he'd be so cute, denying that he feels good and squirming with every touch ! (because he's not used to normal touch anyways, so touching him intimately sends him into overdrive)

"f-fuuck..." scaramouche let out a small whine, quickly covering up his mouth with the palm of his hand. his hips bucked up into the wet cavern of your mouth, scaramouche's pelvis was flushed against your nose.

pulling away right when he's on the edge of cumming, watching his face fall and his eyes start to tear up as he stutters. scaramouche is flustered and upset that you pulled off of his throbbing and painfully hard cock.

"I didn't... I-I didn't tell you to stop...!"

god, the look on his face is priceless. he's debating whether he should throw away all of his pride and beg pathetically, or suffer from all of your teasing.

☆ scummy scara drabble

headcannons I suppose

cw(s) : smut, afab! fem! reader, cumming quickly, weird scara, weird reader ??

I actually love scummy scara

he's a virgin loser who has never felt the touch of a woman.

↳ scummy scara who froths at the mouth like a rabid animal whenever he sees you

it doesn't even have to be you dressed up in any type of way, scara just automatically follows you with his eyes and imagines all the (im)possible scenarios and fantasies he has with you

when you do dress up a bit skimpier than usual, he'd be ogling at you, thinking of how you proved him wrong by thinking that you couldn't look any hotter than you already did.

↳ scummy scara who is inexperienced and has unrealistic ideas about sex

↳ scummy scara who wants to play out his cringy imagination (which he gets from the anime he watches)

↳ scummy scara who can't believe that it's all real when you finally do talk to him !

↳ scummy scara has a nosebleed when you've straddled his lap, him getting a full view of you pulling up your shirt to reveal your plush breasts that he dreamt of seeing up close

↳ scummy scara who can't muster up any words, moaning like a whore and cumming within seconds when he bottoms out in your warm cunt

↳ scummy scara feels like he's in heaven as you tease and bounce on his cock, which you claim is "surprisingly big"

scaramouche cries when you lean down to give him a peck on the lips. he's in disbelief that you're in his room, all cuddled up on his chest.

you can't help but let out a small laugh, finding him adorable in the way he reacts. he's never touched a girl, let alone talked to a girl longer than needed, so he's in awe as he blushes at the proximity you're both in.

it's so... intimate. your skin is so soft, and you're so warm and much more tiny than he imagined (not to mention, way more charming and hotter than he imagined in his little scenarios).

without realizing it, he had grew another erection.

you quickly felt it twitch and throb slightly against the fat of your ass, and you couldn't help but to tease the boy a little.

"you're ready for another round?" you smiled, flipping the both of you over, with him onto this time.

"how about you try topping me, lover boy? just try not to cum too quickly this time."

scaramouche was shaking as his hands made his way about, feeling confused and scared to think about touching your sacred body.

his worries were eased as you guided him, and he couldn't help but slap his hips into your warm and wet cunt in a frenzy once he bottomed out, because it felt too good not to.

your moans and words of affirmation made him melt into the crook of your neck, as he tried to be good and listen to you, trying his best not to cum quickly.

"f-fuck... s-sorry...! ah! I might cum soon..." he whined out, feeling you clench around his cock.

"... it's okay, cum for me." you managed to coo out to him between your soft pants. scaramouche came instantly, feeling weak in the knees as he collapsed onto you.

you smiled, realizing that he fell asleep from exhaustion.

scaramouche, despite his watching and curious looks towards you, never realized that you noticed his shy glances. it was cute, you thought.

you would wait in spots where you saw him sometimes, just to see his reaction to your newest low-cut top. and you would purposefully bend down in front of him when you wore a skirt, all just to see his face contort nervously, and to see his cheeks redden.

the thought of tainting his image of you being innocent and sweet was all too tempting, and you finally had him wrapped around your little finger.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 | scaramouche

synopsis : the loud explosions of the fireworks certainly are a nightmare when you're trying to get a goodnight's rest. scaramouche helps you tire out and sleep good. new years special !!

cw(s) : smut ! fingering, scaramouche laps up your juices, fem! reader

"ugh, I'm so not excited for the barrage of fireworks tonight." you groaned, hearing a distant one go off.

SCARAMOUCHE hummed in agreement as he sat behind you, idly scrolling on his phone.

"... not like it matters to you anyways, since you sleep like a log." you said it in a jealous tone, feeling a bit annoyed at the fact that your lover wouldn't lose any sleep tonight with you. he rolled his eyes, putting his phone down to gently lift your head up to look at him.

"does the noise bother you?"

"it'ssss... it's just too loud."

"wanna try ear plugs?" his suggestion made you shake your head, as you hated the way they fit in your ears. "I'm out of options, then." to which you huffed in dismay at his quick defeat.

"how about I distract you?"

"you ought to fall asleep once you're tired, right?"

SCARAMOUCHE's goal to get you exhausted and distracted worked, as his fingers plugged up your cunt with ease. moaning and squirming led to you tiring out quickly. the overstimulation drove you further into a mess as you wordlessly and unconsciously bucked your pelvis into his hand.

his voice was soft as he cooed in a calming tone, encouraging you orgasm after orgasm. SCARAMOUCHE promised to get you a good night of sleep, after all.

"easy now, sweet girl." he murmured quietly, watching as you cried out his name particularly loud when the pad of his fingers prodded at your sensitive spot.

SCARAMOUCHE's thumb rubbed small circles around your clit, whilst his other hand gently fondled with your boob. it was about your pleasure and comfort tonight. SCARAMOUCHE praised you as you shook and came again, your hands tightly gripping onto his wrist as your walls spazzed and fluttered. it was uncharacteristic for him to be so soft, but you didn't mind it.

"you're moaning so loud, it's as if you're trying to beat the fireworks in volume." he teased lightly, bringing his fingers from out of your sweet cunt. SCARAMOUCHE smiled as he admired the sheen of which your arousal covered his fingers in, before he brought it up to his mouth.

too tired to feel embarrassed, you breathlessly watched as he licked and popped his digits into his mouth (quite lewdly, without meaning to) to lap up your juices.

your eyes met, and he leaned down slightly to give you a loving kiss. the sounds of the fireworks at this point sounded like a blur to your ears as you focused on the sound of his breathing instead.

"thank you scara..." you mumbled tiredly, trying to keep your eyes open.

"mhm. just sleep. I'll clean you up, and then I'll join you back in bed."

"...happy new year, love."

SCARAMOUCHE lightly pinched your cheek, his signature smug smile and adoring gaze was the last thing you saw before you knocked out cold from exhaustion.

you slept well that night, waking up almost glowing the next morning.