Oh My Gld I Switched App Color Palette To The Original And I Almost Went Blind

☆ another scaramouche drabble

scaramouche x fem! reader

afab! reader, scaramouche is an asshole, fingering, edging, degrading, praise

he's such a tease

I like to think he mocks the way you beg and moan, snickering as his fingers have their way with you, as they thrust in and out lewdly.

"oh, just look at you... moaning like a whore for my fingers."

"feeling good, hm?" SCARAMOUCHE cooed mockingly, leaning in to press kisses along your neck. your whines and whimpers fueled him to tease you further, pulling his soaked digits away when he felt you start to squirm and shake in his hold.

he wore this cocky shit eating grin when he caught sight of your teary eyes and flushed, crest fallen expression.

when you throw away all pride and accept humility by begging, SCARAMOUCHE finally gives in.

it's worth it in the end because SCARAMOUCHE gives it his all, his only goal is to make you cum and let go around his fingers, to feel the walls of your sweet cunt flutter around his digits as he whispers absolute filth in your ears.

"good fuckin girl, you gonna cum? ...cum for me."

guys please... that itto post is flopping harder than I thought 😭😭... scara posts were drabbles and they got sm more likes ?

maybe I should just stick to scaramouche posts

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐢

☆ arataki itto × fem! reader

cw(s): afab! reader, blood from reader's first time, description of itto's cock, mentions of pain, pounding, use of condom !

nsfw below cut!

after a heavy makeout session with itto during cuddling, as you felt something prod and poke at your butt. you slightly shifted to glance down, only to get a slightly shaky exhale from itto.

"...sorry, gimme a sec in the bathroom and I'll be back."

he murmured quietly, a bit embarrassed from his his angry erection as he didn't dare to meet your eyes. to his surprise, you stayed seated on his lap, and instead you cupped his cheeks, turning his face towards yours.

"you don't need to...I think I'm ready."

itto's eyes went round as he gulped, gently lifting you up before laying you down on the bed.

"... sure about it? I don't want ya to feel pressured because I—" itto was quickly shut up as you pulled him in for a kiss. you smiled, nodding after the kiss broke. "I'm sure, you big doofus."

it was adoring, really, watching as his big hands shook when he clumsily undressed you. itto tried his best to carefully take your bra off, but he struggled as you quietly laughed at his distress over the simple hooks. you helped him out before he continued trailing kisses down your tummy.

soon, with a hook of his fingers around the band of your panties, your cunt laid bare, slightly glistening. feeling shy, your legs instinctively closed, but his voice was soft as he opened up your legs, his lips gently nipping and kissing at your thighs.

"... I n-needa prep you, right?" itto mumbled, feeling nervous as his middle finger prodded at your entrance, your arousal coating his fingers as he dipped one inside. "is this o-okay...?" he asked in a worried tone, watching your expression slightly scrunch.

you nodded, taking his hand gently in your own to guide him.

"you can add more, itto... I'm not as fragile as you think."

"o-of course you're not...! I know that you're stronger than you look, sweet girl." he huffed, gaining a sudden sense of fake confidence as he inserted another finger, increasing the speed just slightly, pumping and curling his fingers slightly.

your arousal covered his hand soon enough, and you tugged lightly on his hair to tell him so.

itto hastily dropped his pants, his cock slapping and hitting his stomach as it stuck out proud. he was shaking a bit as he unwrapped a condom and slid it on his length. his length was certainly girthy, and long enough for you to slightly waiver. itto noticed how worried you were from the way your brows slightly furrowed, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to remind you.

"I'll go slow, don't worry..." he murmured softly with a big grin, reaching down to hold your smaller hand in his big hand. his other hand went to grab his dick, lining it up with your wet entrace before he very slowly pushed.

a slight whimper came from your throat as you cried out a bit, feeling the stretch from just his tip alone, to be too much.

"...c-cant! ittooo... s' too much."

"yeah, you can... what happened to not being fragile, hm?"

itto bit his lip and cooed softly, gently wiping away the tears in your eyes as he continued to rock his hips further in.

with his cock fully nestled in your warmth, you let out an exasperated and shaky sigh, still adjusting as you gave his hand a tight squeeze. itto stayed as still as a statue, afraid to hurt you.

"I think... you can move now. go slow, okay? you have to promise." itto nodded, murmuring out a "I promise to." before he pulled out until his tip, and thrusted back in slowly. the motion continued until itto started to speed up, the clench of your cunt and melodic whines of his name coming from your lips being too much to bear.

his curved dick perfectly hit that one spot, causing you to cry out a bit louder than earlier, itto noticed as he began to abuse and bully his cock deeper inside.

"I'm y-your one and only, right?" he let out a small growl, feeling a bit possessive as he took all of your glory in at once, only wanting to have you to himself. his hands squeezed and squished at your skin, fondling your breasts and gripping at your hips.

you felt as if he was reaching your cervix as you nodded, the look in his eyes was loving as he peppered wet kisses along your neck, biting and leaving some love bites.

though the moment was sweet, it was quite lewd as the sound of skin slapping and squelching of your pussy was heard audibly despite the combined moans from both you and itto.

"f-fuck... you're so tight," he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "squeezin' so hard 'round my cock, b-baby."

his comments flew past your head as your eyes rolled back and mouth laid agape from pleasure. you were focused on the veins of his cock dragging against your walls, and his tip hitting the deepest part in you.

"i-itto, itto, itto...! I'm sooo cloooseee...!" you cried out, feeling your climax come quickly.

"shit— cum f' me... cum for your one and oni." itto reached down to gently rub at your clit and assist you with your climax. with a broken moan, you came, throwing you head back on the pillow as you gripped onto his forearms tightly.

the tight and fluttering of your walls led itto to come shortly after you, his hips stuttering as he rode his high and came into the condom.

both of you basked in the afterglow for a bit before itto pulled out and pulled the condom off, tying it and throwing it into the trash can in the room.

without a word, he ran off to go get a warm towel to clean you up. itto opened a bottle of water and gently helped you gulp a bit down before he joined you back in bed, big spooning as he pushed your face into his plush chest.

"where'd you learn all of that from?" you murmured, quirking up a brow. the oni before you scratched his head with a big and guilty smile on face.

"...what good would it be if your one and oni didn't even know the basics? I had to study at least a bit."

"that was soooo bad." your tone was playful as you hugged him back with a happy and content grin.

the atmosphere was happy and quiet before you felt something hard poke at your thighs this time. you groaned as you were met with his stupid and unashamed smile, his little fangs clearly showing from how big his lips stretched.

"one more round? 'promise I'll be gentle."

my writing has been so scuffed recently 😞😞 forgive me

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 !

꒰ 01﹒03 BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ! ꒱

‹𝟹﹒scaramouche/wanderer x fem!reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱﹒nsfw themes + no actual sex here ✰ gentle scara with light degradation! ✰ neck 'n' nipple sucking ✰ fingering ✰ he unwraps his bday present! >< ✰ basically just teasing

꣑୧﹒HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DEAREST DARLING SCARA !! <3

♡﹒ i wrote this for wanderer but he's referred to as scaramouche :3 i hope you enjoy it, not proofread (yes i don't really let people betaread anymore) i'm so sorry that it's really short, i have my exams tomorrow so i've been studying the whole day and wrote this while resting <3

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @kana-de @ciarchivez @m0uchie @ashrodisiac

"so..." the tip of his finger glides along your skin delicately, "this is your idea of a 'surprise'?" your arousal and anticipation only grows further as he slowly tugs at the edge of the ribbon that was tied around your body as if teasing you first. he takes every inch of your figure into sight: your naked body which was barely covered by the silk purple ribbon that was wrapped around your torso and lower regions. scaramouche gives you gentle kisses up from your collarbone to your shoulder. he leans in to whisper something lowly in your ear, "this shouldn't even be considered a surprise since i already see your perfect body each passing day."

he sighs, pulling the ribbon and letting it loosely fall down before fully pulling it off your body. without a second thought, his hand makes contact with your chest to grope at your breasts. in an attempt to draw out a moan from your lips, he brings his lips down to wrap around your sensitive nipples, suckling on it slowly as he continues to feel up different parts of your body.

you squirm under his touch upon feeling his lips latch onto your neck, quick to find the place in which your sweet spot was located at—well, he does know your body inside out, probably even more than you do.

his arm snakes around your waist to pull you close and to keep you in place as his other hand trails down to your soaking pussy. testing the waters by inserting two fingers inside, you gasp as he smirks against your neck, feeling your walls instantly suck him in. "what a slut..." he whispers as he continues to fuck you with his perfect fingers, making sure to curl them up at the right place which makes your heart skip a few beats from the sensation. "but you're my slut, aren't you?"

the same knowing smirk tugs the corner of his lips as he pulled his fingers out before he pushed your legs apart, leaning down to be at level with your wet hole. "i think i'll have you before having the real cake."

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 23𝐑𝐃 — 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘢

↳ scaramouche & xiao (separate) × gn! reader

content: fluff, crack ? | 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

small christmas scenarios with the two

↟ 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃𝙀

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.

↟ 𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊

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.

I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart,  panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

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☆ softer scaramouche smut drabble

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."

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.