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."
POOKIE I BEG OF U MAKE AN AYATO FANFIC PLS 🥺🥺🙏🙏
┊kamisato ayato x afab!reader
⋆ SYNOPSIS : Ayato tries to work, but to his dis(pleasure) you’re home today
⋆ WARNINGS : NSFW; choking; cockwarming; creampie; reader is needy and Ayato is a meanie ( 。 •`ᴖ´• 。)
⋆ A/N : 🫡🫡🫡 a bit short cuz I wrote this today, I hope it’s good
Ayato was a busy man, most of the time engrossed in his work, lost in thought as he scribbled away on a stack of papers. Wrist tired from working so hard, with the intention of always keeping documents signed and well delivered before the deadline, so that there would be no room for any weakness to be seen, maintaining order on the Kamisato clan.
You, on the other hand, worried about Ayato. He barely had time for you, and when you traveled, that didn't stop him from getting involved in more work outside of home, you just wanted him to take a break every now and then and look at you.
It seemed a little selfish, but you knew it wasn’t just for your sake — despite focusing more on having his presence more constantly — but for his well-being too.
He however was finding it hard to ignore you now. You kept teasing him, poking him playfully and trying to get his attention at all costs. But regardless of your efforts, he still remained focused on his work.
Frustrated by the lack of response, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You straddled him from behind, pressing your breasts against his back as you began to playfully nibble on his earlobe. This served to further distract him from his tasks at hand. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to concentrate until you got what you wanted, you tried to escalate things, and that leads us to your current situation: Ayato's girthy cock filling your pussy to the brim as he continued his activities. Pen in hands and impeccable handwriting, not even shaking and returning to scratching the paper. This happened right after he let out a heavy sigh and turned to you with a serious look, done with your teasings as he pulled you onto his lap. “Now you’re going to wait until I’m done, okay honey?” While his cock slid effortlessly into your wet pussy, making you gasp in delight as you felt yourself being filled with his thickness. However, everything ends up being a sweet dream in your mind, a dream in which you thought he would make you cum several times on his dick and finally give you attention, being replaced by reality where Ayato held you steady, a mere punishment of cockwarming him as he signed countless papers on the table, making sure that you couldn't move to take advantage of his length for your own pleasure or escape from his grasp.
Your heart raced, and your thoughts swirled as you tried to process the conflicting emotions coursing through your veins. On one hand, you were aroused beyond belief, the thought of how big his dick felt inside you made you self conscious. On the other, you were frustrated by your inability to voice your needs or request anything from him. A long silence filled the room, only the wet sounds coming from your intimacies together could be heard. Your walls couldn't stop the spasms around his cock, and you occasionally let out small moans in his ear, desperate for some kind of friction.
The minutes passed, and your body jolted in place when you heard his pen hitting the table, lifting your head to look when you felt his hands running through your body, one to give your ass a good squeeze while the other hand pulled you closer to him, easily slipping his cock deeper inside you.
He stopped writing :0
Your moans were silenced in a frenzied kiss, tongues dancing in harmony. Slowly, his fingers traced down your neck, making you shiver and arch your back, offering yourself fully to him.
“Hm~ you waited for so long, didn’t you? I can feel it when your greedy hole clenches around my cock” you nod, eyes already full of tears and clit throbbing with need. “Do you want me to fill you with my cum?” You nod with your head again, and his thumb brushes lightly over your wet face, wiping away a tear that flowed down your cheek.
With a devious grin, he wraps his strong hands around your throat, pulling your head back slightly as he leaned in to capture your full lips with his own. His cock, already hardened inside of you, began to move with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Didn’t I tell you to wait? Are you that desperate for some cock that you can’t wait, my love? What a whore…” As he choked you softly, you moaned in pleasure, your legs wrapping around him in response to his harsh words, which only contributed in making you more horny. His hands tightened around your throat, slowly constricting your windpipe. You gasped for breath, eyes widened in shock and strangely, arousal. Your heart raced as he continued, his cock moving in and out of your pussy, tip hitting very close to your cervix.
Without warning, Ayato released his hold on your neck and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. This unexpected move left you vulnerable and exposed, letting you even more susceptible to his advances. He sloppily slides the papers to the corner of the table, throwing you on top of it instead. “Now I’m going to fill your pussy with cum for what you did, is that okay with you?” You moan in response, even if he’s not going to hear what you have to say anyway. Pussy dripping with excitement as he held you even tighter, his body on top of you, his breath quickened almost as much as yours, and his dick was now hitting deep inside you at a much harder and faster pace than before. Your whole body moved along with the fragile table, and your thighs were pushed against your breasts while he marked you with several hickies all over your collarbone.
“Cum for me now, baby~ mmpfh..” He brings one hand down to stimulate your clit while thrusting into you. “I’m going to cum really deep and you won’t… h-haa you won’t let a drop go to waste, will you?” You know that you would be without his attention again for a long time, and you should take advantage of it “ahh- yes yes yes, I'm not going to mmm~” you squirt around his cock and he smiles mischievously, not stopping the abuse of your still sensitive walls.
You felt dizzy, body numb and whimpering as you realized another orgasm was coming, and it came at the same time as his, thick spurts of his cum filling your womb while your tight hole milked his cock dry. His hips didn't stop moving until he deposited all of his pleasure inside you, low moans escaping your throat and fading as your bodies cooled down.
You may have received one punishment, but you would do it again to be punished again and again, no matter how much worse he is to your body. He can use you to relieve stress as many times as he wants, you will always be grateful for his attention. ♡
sucking diluc off in public is my dream
cw. oral (male! receiving), throatfucking, public syx, fem! reader
the way diluc was whenever you two were intimate with each other was exactly how he was in real life, entirely merciless when he craved to pleasure you, but reserved when it's you doing it to him— when you suddenly realize he's been rubbing against his clothed bulge ever so often with a dizzy haze in his eyes as he yearns for some relief.
"we— ugh, shouldn't," he panics at first when you guide him towards the safe area of the angels share, "if someone sees us—" and despite his previous fear of being caught with his dick literally down your throat and his pants down, there's a pleasurable burn crawling over his groin when your mouth presses into him until your nose tickles his base, and the way he looks at you was needy, and a little wild and exciting.
diluc watches with both attention and interest as you leisurely pull back to suckle on his tip, your tongue continuously kitty licking at the underside of his cock, both your frames veiled away in the sheltered upstairs area of his tavern where customers couldn't spot you.
his eyes were fully focused on you, but mostly they caught on to the borderline painful looking stretch of your lips wrapping around his thick shaft, his large hand caressing the back of your head as you guide your mouth lower.
"angel, fuck— you feel so so good," his voice was continuously breaking under the weight of your plump lips wrapping and molding into his shape and shit— he loves seeing you like this, eager to tease him and the fact that he was the only person you'd do this to sent his body in a frenzy.
you're both so filthy— adventurous for doing this right now, and every time he hears the pesky noises from downstairs, be it the clashing of cups or the loud yells of drunk customers, his thighs violently shake under your touch when you bring his attention back with a harsh stroke of your head bobbing down.
you look up at him, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue over the tip as you pull back, making his muscles scream for more of this, more relief as you manage to give him more.
diluc wasn't necessarily the loudest whenever you were intimate with each other, while now for the first time, he has to be quiet in order to keep your bodies sheltered from someone catching up on the two of you. despite the soft grunts that will sometimes rumble in his chest, he keeps himself silent, but finds himself in trouble when you're trying harder and harder to take inch after inch, his body reacting when your throat flexes whenever you attempt to taste more of him.
he is just so warm and big in your mouth it fizzles your eyes with tears— and your throat just loved the stretch of his member, or his musky scent invading your nostrils and taking claim of your delirious mind.
you love every bit of what was going on and so did he— from the calloused hand on the back of your head holding you against his dripping cock, to his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over whenever you let him fuck your mouth like he wanted to, and not to forget the friction from your digits suddenly sliding down south to push between your thighs rubbing together, relieving yourself off any bit of the tension going on within your wet sex aching for him.
"jus... like that doll," he hisses at you, "so good, fuck—,"
he's digging his fingers into your head and holds you down on his erection as you gulp filthily around him, your messy spit oozing from the sides of your mouth and dribbling down from your chin to the wooden floor, smearing across not only yourself but his pants as well.
his cock twitches when you squeeze his balls and massage them in your palm, his shaft thickening in a way that you can evidently taste it on your tongue as he cums with a silent cry of your name, his greedy seed spilling hot inside of you as he continues to throatfuck you.
you press your fingernails into the flesh of his muscular thighs as you swallow his gift, and diluc groans at the sight, his eyes open wide after having himself lost in the hot tightness of your mouth.
you whimper around his shaft, barely— a vibration so pathetic that he glances down at you sheepishly, his cock still crowded into your wet mouth as you meet his gaze through doused lashes.
"you did so well, love .."
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☆ 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(reader is not pregnant), 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.
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.
ੈ✩↟‧₊˚ 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
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.
☆ 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!
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.
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.
☆ 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!