𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

☆ 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.

𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

☆ scaramouche

he keeps talking about wanting a baby during sex because he's too embarrassed to admit that he wants one outside of bed.

cw(s): creampie(s), mentions of pregnancy, multiple rounds, reader is afab!

scaramouche as of late, has been obsessing over kids. he would hate and scoff at the idea of kids if you asked him about it weeks prior, but he would stay silent and simply change the subject if it was brought up lately.

which leads to the way he's been acting in bed.

scaramouche kept fondling your boobs, and his thrusts seem to be impossibly deeper than they've ever been, as he fucks into your womb.

his eyes were cloudy and filled with a determined look as he feverishly thrusted.

"... you're gonna be the best mommy to our children..."

"you want it, right? tell me how bad you want me to knock you up... to fill you with my cum and get you pregnant..." he's kind of delirious as he fixates on the way your soft breasts bounce in his hands, imagining how bloated and plump they'd be once you were carrying his child. drunk on the feeling, you could only incoherently mumble small "...yes! yes! I want it!" s' in response as you came hard, shaking and clenching around his cock.

SCARAMOUCHE then came with a groan, his hips still rutting into your warmth.

he pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip out as your pussy clenched around nothing. scaramouche's fingers slowly made their way back to your cunt, his digits scooping the cum and pushing it back in.

"... c'mon, sweet girl. you gotta hold onto my seed. look, it's all dripping out of your cunt." he murmured into your ear, bringing up a glob of his cum on his fingers for you to see.

"I'm gonna have to pump you full again... since the last load was wasted." scaramouche hummed, slipping his cock back in easily with how wet you were. His hips grinded against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his desire. It's obvious he's been thinking about this all day, seeing how hard he still was.

"w-wait- I just came though...?" you cried, trying your best to escape him through crawling away, despite your wobbly legs.

a yelp left your lips out of helplessness as he pulled you towards him by your ankles. scaramouche let out a chuckle as he heard a small whine from you, feeling his hot and throbbing cock slide up against your folds.

"already done? don't tell me you think I was joking."

he rolled his eyes, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. his hand then positioned his dick along your entrance, gently teasing it as he smiled at the way you coated his tip so well.

"we have a long night ahead of us, hm? ...afterall, you told me you'd gladly carry my child earlier. and you would have to milk me dry for that to happen."

any protests from your end were quickly forgotten about as he pumped load after load into you.

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!

𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

☆ scaramouche

he keeps talking about wanting a baby during sex because he's too embarrassed to admit that he wants one outside of bed.

cw(s): creampie(s), mentions of pregnancy, multiple rounds, reader is afab!

scaramouche as of late, has been obsessing over kids. he would hate and scoff at the idea of kids if you asked him about it weeks prior, but he would stay silent and simply change the subject if it was brought up lately.

which leads to the way he's been acting in bed.

scaramouche kept fondling your boobs, and his thrusts seem to be impossibly deeper than they've ever been, as he fucks into your womb.

his eyes were cloudy and filled with a determined look as he feverishly thrusted.

"... you're gonna be the best mommy to our children..."

"you want it, right? tell me how bad you want me to knock you up... to fill you with my cum and get you pregnant..." he's kind of delirious as he fixates on the way your soft breasts bounce in his hands, imagining how bloated and plump they'd be once you were carrying his child. drunk on the feeling, you could only incoherently mumble small "...yes! yes! I want it!" s' in response as you came hard, shaking and clenching around his cock.

SCARAMOUCHE then came with a groan, his hips still rutting into your warmth.

he pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip out as your pussy clenched around nothing. scaramouche's fingers slowly made their way back to your cunt, his digits scooping the cum and pushing it back in.

"... c'mon, sweet girl. you gotta hold onto my seed. look, it's all dripping out of your cunt." he murmured into your ear, bringing up a glob of his cum on his fingers for you to see.

"I'm gonna have to pump you full again... since the last load was wasted." scaramouche hummed, slipping his cock back in easily with how wet you were. His hips grinded against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his desire. It's obvious he's been thinking about this all day, seeing how hard he still was.

"w-wait- I just came though...?" you cried, trying your best to escape him through crawling away, despite your wobbly legs.

a yelp left your lips out of helplessness as he pulled you towards him by your ankles. scaramouche let out a chuckle as he heard a small whine from you, feeling his hot and throbbing cock slide up against your folds.

"already done? don't tell me you think I was joking."

he rolled his eyes, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. his hand then positioned his dick along your entrance, gently teasing it as he smiled at the way you coated his tip so well.

"we have a long night ahead of us, hm? ...afterall, you told me you'd gladly carry my child earlier. and you would have to milk me dry for that to happen."

any protests from your end were quickly forgotten about as he pumped load after load into you.

☆彡 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎

ੈ✩‧₊˚TEARS OF THEMIS

ੈ✩‧₊˚GENSHIN IMPACT

☆ミ𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙎

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 2023 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

— ꒰ 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…

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

↳ xiao × fem! reader

he's your personal heater, who's always happy to warm you up

cw(s) : smut, grinding, riding, creampie, calls you his love

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

"xiao..."

"hm?" a small hum left his lips, his eyes dreary as they blinked away the drowsiness of the morning.

"it's so cold," you nuzzled closer to him in hopes of warming up, but to no avail. XIAO was now awake as he stared down at your visibly shaking frame. "want me to warm you up...?" he sighed as you nodded, before deattaching himself from you and crawling down under the blankets.

he pressed gentle and warm kisses down your skin before he spread your legs open enough for him to fit snugly between them.

XIAO made quick work of your panties, beginning to lick and prod his tongue at your entrance.

"h-hngh... ah~!" you covered your mouth as xiao slurped and lapped up your juices, bucking your hips into his face, your clit touching his nose as your breath hitched. your climax didn't take long as he soon had your legs shaking. "...m' cummminngg!" you slurred, gripping onto his hair tightly as you pushed his head even further into your cunt.

XIAO hummed, drinking up any of the last of your arousal before lifting his head up with a gentle smile. his lips glistened with your essence as he crawled back up to kiss you.

you melted into the kiss, already feeling warm, but you decided that you shouldn't be the only one feeling warm during this one particularly cold winter morning.

XIAO let out a soft "oh" of surprise when you flipped him under you, grinding back on his crotch. despite your sopping arousal, you were very much still drowsy due to the weather and comfort of the bed.

a small grin made its way to XIAO's lips as his hands gently guided your rutting hips. soft moans were heard in the room, as you both took the chance to appreciate the moment.

he halted his movement, sliding down his sweats to reveal his hard-on, which made a gentle slapping noise once it hit his stomach. XIAO held his cock in his hand, positioning it so that his blunt tip rubbed and teased against the wet folds of your pussy.

XIAO hissed, biting his lip gently as he slid in with ease, feeling the warm walls of your cunt envelope his length. you tried your best to raise your hips and bounce up and down on his cock, but you tired out easily, which left it up to XIAO to thrust up into your warmth.

"j-just like that... my love." XIAO sighed dreamily, hugging you intimately and closely to his chest. soft whimpers of his name left your lips as you melted into the pleasure and comfort of his presence, feeling happy that the two of you were connected as one.

XIAO's scent was earthy and almost sweet, but it seemed to turn even sweeter whenever the two of you were making love. his hair was messy, but his appearance made your stomach do circles because you knew that it was a sight for only you to see. on a day like this, he was busy whispering sweet nothings in your ears whilst he made a mess out of your dripping pussy.

your brain had turned into mush by the time you felt your impending release, murmuring a sweet and quick warning to XIAO about being "c-close... mmm, so close... x-xiao~!"

"it's okay... let yourself go for me." he let out a soft hum in reply, almost cooing softly to encourage you to cum for him. your nails gently scraped at his toned shoulders, shaking as you came on his cock.

a white ring had formed at the base of XIAO's cock, his hips still thrusting up and into to as he chased his own high. "f-fuck, I'm gonna shoot my load inside you..." he mumbled in a hushed tone, speeding up his rutting.

XIAO finally came in thick ropes as he felt you clench around his cock as his last straw, his mouth slightly open as his hips stuttered and bucked up into your cunt. you felt it ooze slightly out as his thrusts made wet squelching noises.

you pulled him in for a sweet kiss before collapsing onto his chest out of exhaustion. XIAO let out a small chuckle, sitting up and lifting you up, still seated on his cock.

"shower?" he nuzzled his nose against your cheek lovingly. "I'll wash you up, my love."

"...xiao."

"yes?"

"it'sss too cold." you whined out, wrapping your legs around his torso. XIAO huffed, standing up with you securely in his arms.

"then, I'll just warm you up again. like how I just did a bit ago."

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.

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.

☆ 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."