☆ 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.
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
☆ softer scaramouche smut drabble
scaramouche x fem! reader
cw(s): afab! reader, creampie, missionary, cunnilingus, he calls you sweet girl
he couldn't help it.
as much as he acted like he hated the affections you showed him, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing you, hearing you voice your appreciation for him, as well as show him how much you loved him.
scaramouche's rough attitude and blunt way of speaking didn't translate over to his actions. his touch was soft and gentle when it came to you, this especially being present at times when he wanted to take it slow and cherish your body.
"you're insufferable... you know that?" scaramouche huffed softly, his hair falling over his eyes as he stared up at you.
despite his words, his face was flushed, eyes dilated as he delicately caressed his fingers into your sopping cunt. scaramouche watched you carefully for your reactions, a small smile making its way to his face as he leaned in and lapped away at your essence.
scaramouche made his way up to press a sweet kiss to your lips as your whole body shook and arched into his own. you swore you felt him smirk a bit into the kiss.
his garments fell and his hard cock rested in his fist as he pumped it slowly. scaramouche's precum coated the entirety of his fingers, and he let out soft moans as his cock laid against your bare pussy, rubbing his tip against your clit gently.
scaramouche let out a little whimper when his tip entered. the warmth and tight squeeze almost made him cum right there and then.
"f-fuck..." he groaned, throwing his head backwards in pleasure as he bit his lip. his gaze then followed from where you both were connected, up to your dilated blown out eyes, and flushed complexion.
to him, you were the prettiest thing. only he would ever see you like this, and it was almost comforting as he embraced you, thrusting at a languid pace.
soft cries left your mouth, to which he cooed gently and shushed you by locking your lips with a kiss.
scaramouche groaned, feeling your warm walls flutter around his cock, but he let out a small and proud huff as his fingers promptly trailed their way down to your clit. he traced circles on the sensitive bud, still thrusting as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open.
"...close already?" scaramouche said it a bit gruffly, but the small smile he adorned told you how he felt otherwise. "cum for me then, sweet girl."
and just like that, you felt your climax hit you hard as your back arched off the bed, eyes rolled back, and mouth agape, stuttering moans leaving your lips.
he hummed quietly, watching you as he continued to move his hips to help you ride out your high.
"s-shit," scaramouche reached out for your hand, feeling his climax near from how hard you clenched around him.
"o-outside, or inside?" he hurriedly murmured next to your ear, feeling close. you wrapping your legs around his waist gave him the answer he needed as he jackhammered his hips even faster.
his hips stuttered into a gradually slower pace before stopping, some of his cum starting to leak as he tried to catch his breath a bit.
scaramouche pushed himself off of you after pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, rushing to run a towel under some warm water before cleaning the both of you up and handing you a water bottle.
it was only after he finished cleaning the both of you up that he decided to finally lay back down in bed with you, although with a bit of space in between the two of you.
finding it a bit strange, you quirked up a sleepy brow at him, to which he returned.
"what?"
"you wanna cuddle so bad..?" he continued.
"fine." scaramouche wrapped his arms around you before you could say anything, rolling his eyes a bit.
"you could've just asked, you know." he murmured.
"...but you didn't even give me a chance to speak."
☆ 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."
the best 4 boys.
·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙LUKE PEARCE
watson
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·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙MARIUS VON HAGEN
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·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ARTEM WING
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·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙VYN RICHTER
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to my two lovely anonymous pookies who requested first time with itto, I love you !!!
I had the scaramouche one 3/4 done in my drafts and I decided I might as well finish it
I will do my best to complete the itto one soon, sorry ! since finals are over, thank god !
☆ luke pearce (xiayan)
genre: suggestive!! kind of fluffy?
synopsis: luke is all goofy until he gets a bit sentimental because he was away for so long :(
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"l-luke! luke—" pulling at his locks of hair, the brunette lifted his head from the position between your legs, laughing as he watched your face scrunch. glaring at LUKE, you hit him on the shoulder as he crawled from where he was to capture your lips.
you let out a yelp into the kiss as you felt his hand play with your sensitive bud. oh you felt the cheeky little bastard chuckle against your lips as you squirmed.
a gasp left your mouth after he pulled away from your lips, his gaze lingering on your flushed, red face, before he looked down at your arousal.
"cute. watson all worked up for me?"
LUKE's mouth turned into a grin as you covered your face from embarrassment.
"shut up...just continue what you were doing—holmes."
he hummed in approval. his hands fiddling with his belt before you heard it drop to the ground. the sound of his shirt soon following it. and behold, the sight of LUKE and his abs were something to feast your eyes on.
"like what you see?" luke wiggled his eyebrows and laughed as you threw a pillow at him.
the two of you made eye contact, luke's expression softening as he leaned to get closer to hold you.
"I'm sorry I left you for so long— I'll make it up to you, my watson."
𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 23𝐑𝐃 — 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘢
↳ scaramouche & xiao (separate) × gn! reader
content: fluff, crack ? | 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
small christmas scenarios with the two
hates the idea, but goes along with your shenanigans because it's "christmas" and it makes you happy
he secretly enjoys it
"can't believe I'm wearing this hideous thing." SCARAMOUCHE scowled, staring down at the ugly sweater in disdain.
you merely rolled your eyes, dragging him by the arm to the kitchen. a cup was thrusted into his face, which he took skeptically.
"what? you've never had hot cocoa?"
"I've never been a fan of anything sweet." he retorted, staring at the assortment of sweet add-ons from the so-called 'hot cocoa bar'.
a small realization flashed on your face before you went to rustle in the cabinets, pulling out a newer container.
"I got some dark cocoa the other day, maybe you'll like this better." you hummed, handing him the instant cocoa powder.
SCARAMOUCHE hesitated a bit, but he scooped some of the powder into his cup of hot milk before stirring. your expectant eyes made him feel a bit pressured as he took a sip, expecting the worst.
to his dismay, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
"...it's okay." SCARAMOUCHE murmured out quietly, watching as you beamed at him.
"that's good!"
"how about we go put on a movie?"
SCARAMOUCHE throughout the movie kept refilling his cup of hot cocoa, which you noticed, but didn't say anything about until the both of you got drowsy on the couch after the movie.
"...how many cups of cocoa did you have, scara?"
to which he would remain silent for a bit, his cheeks flushing the slightest bit of red as he avoided replying, trying to come up with any excuse he could.
"I was a bit thirsty."
"yeah, sure. and you must be a bit cold." you snickered at him, eyeing up his decked out christmas attire; reindeer socks, plaid pants, and ugly cat sweater.
needless to say, SCARAMOUCHE was not going to live it down. especially since he got caught humming along to mariah carey's "all I want for christmas" despite talking shit about christmas music earlier.
doesn't get the whole point of making gingerbread houses (to not really eat them) but he tries it for the sake of seeing you smile
doesn't like Christmas much, but he enjoys spending time with you
the two of you spent the afternoon making gingerbread houses, and the difference between the two were as clear as day and night.
XIAO's gingerbread house was collapsing in as you stared and compared it to your averagely decent looking one. his face was calm as he continued to frost his roof, but the weight of the sweet frosting was contributing more to the downfall of his house.
"xiao..." you tried to stifle a laugh, aware of how seriously he took the activity, as well as how hard he worked on it. "...good job, my love."
"thank you." XIAO replied, putting down the icing bag to dust off his fingers. his expression was stoic as usual, but his eyebrows gave you the impression that he was proud of his work.
you put a gumdrop up to his mouth, to which he obediently opened his mouth and ate. XIAO's face scrunched up a bit, but he swallowed it silently. you pulled him in for a sweet hug, melting into his side as you laughed.
"...these sweets aren't to my liking." he murmured, staring at the abomination of sugar before him.
"well, good thing we won't be eating them." XIAO's brow furrowed in confusion at what you said.
"what's the point of making it, then?"
"they're just for decoration usually."
XIAO was dumbfounded, but he nodded and decided to brush it off, instead focusing on helping you clean up.
the night ended off with cuddling, sweet whispers and quiet giggles exchanged between the two of you.
"did you enjoy building gingerbread houses together, xiao?"
he nodded, bringing his hand up to lightly stroke your cheek.
"I do not get the whole point of making them, only to use them as decoration, but...I'd enjoy anything as long as I'm doing it with you."
slap!
you giggled like a school girl, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "such a smooth talker, who taught you to say such sweet and cheesy lines?"
"... it doesn't even compare to that gumdrop you fed me earlier." he scoffed, but a small smile graced his lips as he stared at you.
"but I'd eat as many gumdrops that you'd feed me if that means I get to see you beam at me in return."
XIAO didn't care for christmas. but he now does, because it means that he gets to spend more time with you, no matter how dumb or stupid he thinks the activity is.
nerd! scara but he's fucking us at the back of the locker room
This one might be short butttt I love this scenario
✧・゚:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche fucking your brains out in the locker room!
✧・゚:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sub! Reader, Mention of exhibitionism, Slight Degradation!
The metal surface of the locker felt cool in contrast to your warm cheek pressing against it. The same locker you had attempted to shove Scaramouche against when you tried to pick on him. But it seems like he had other ideas.
Now you're getting your brains fucked out as his hand muffles your moans and pleas. Your upper torso and face is smushed against the locker door as he rams his thick length into your dripping cunt. His clothed torso meets your back, his mouth right by your ear, allowing you to hear every little grunt and moan which only makes you more turned on in return.
"Such a whore... Getting off to being fucked in a place where anyone could walk in and see, aren't you, you little exhibitionist?" Scaramouche groans as he feels you clench down harder around his dick at that, answering his question. "Fuck— you're so tight..! Since you're into this so much... I think I'll just..let you enjoy yourself..." His voice trails off as he moves his hand from your mouth and brings it down to grab your throat, squeezing as he pulls your head back.
Your back arches, hands pressed against the lockers. Every thrust makes your sensitive breasts rub up against the metal, heightening the sensations. Scaramouche's other hand hooks itself beneath one of your legs, lifting it up a bit to spread them wider. Your jaw falls slack, incoherent cries leaving your parted lips as you feel him hitting new depths within you that you didn't even know were possible.
The slight change in position has you squirting around his cock in no time, sweat running down your body as your eyes glaze over with lust. You've long since given up trying to keep yourself quiet, mouth hanging open as drool runs down your chin. But even then, Scaramouche doesn't stop his relentless pace.
His lips brush the shell of your ear, breath hot as he whispers in a voice that leaves no room for doubt,"You looked so cute cumming around my cock. I wanna see you do it again..."
your fictional favorites.
·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙MONSTADT
rebooting...
·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙LIYUE
rebooting...
·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙INAZUMA
·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙SUMERU
rebooting...
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last minute new year scaramouche fic !!
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone !! 🫶🏼🫶🏼