𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

ੈ✩↟‧₊˚ 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

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)🌈🌈

hi emi !!!! thanks for sending me this :) !!

1. I like the two moles under my right eye !

2. I think my laugh is so silly, my friends tell me they laugh not because it's funny, but because my laugh is contagious.

3. My collection of plushies ! They're all so dear to me.

4. The various hobbies I have. I can't get bored when I have every toe and finger dipped into various topics

5. although I don't play genshin anymore... I guess it's my understanding and love for xiao and scara. they're both such well written characters.

☆ 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."

last minute new year scaramouche fic !!

HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone !! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

nerd! scara but he's fucking us at the back of the locker room

This one might be short butttt I love this scenario

✧･ﾟ:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche fucking your brains out in the locker room!

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sub! Reader, Mention of exhibitionism, Slight Degradation!

The metal surface of the locker felt cool in contrast to your warm cheek pressing against it. The same locker you had attempted to shove Scaramouche against when you tried to pick on him. But it seems like he had other ideas.

Now you're getting your brains fucked out as his hand muffles your moans and pleas. Your upper torso and face is smushed against the locker door as he rams his thick length into your dripping cunt. His clothed torso meets your back, his mouth right by your ear, allowing you to hear every little grunt and moan which only makes you more turned on in return.

"Such a whore... Getting off to being fucked in a place where anyone could walk in and see, aren't you, you little exhibitionist?" Scaramouche groans as he feels you clench down harder around his dick at that, answering his question. "Fuck— you're so tight..! Since you're into this so much... I think I'll just..let you enjoy yourself..." His voice trails off as he moves his hand from your mouth and brings it down to grab your throat, squeezing as he pulls your head back.

Your back arches, hands pressed against the lockers. Every thrust makes your sensitive breasts rub up against the metal, heightening the sensations. Scaramouche's other hand hooks itself beneath one of your legs, lifting it up a bit to spread them wider. Your jaw falls slack, incoherent cries leaving your parted lips as you feel him hitting new depths within you that you didn't even know were possible.

The slight change in position has you squirting around his cock in no time, sweat running down your body as your eyes glaze over with lust. You've long since given up trying to keep yourself quiet, mouth hanging open as drool runs down your chin. But even then, Scaramouche doesn't stop his relentless pace.

His lips brush the shell of your ear, breath hot as he whispers in a voice that leaves no room for doubt,"You looked so cute cumming around my cock. I wanna see you do it again..."

☆ 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."

ੈ✩↟‧₊˚ 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

hello!! First time requesting something, but could you maybe write something wanderer and fem.reader testing out those aphrodisiac chocolates?

Thank you!! <33

— pairing : wanderer x fem!reader

— warnings : NSFW; they fuck a lot; honestly this is so badly written im sry; creampie; oral (m!receiving); she rides him at some point

— a/n : let’s pretend it’s Valentine’s Day bc I said so

He insisted a lot until tonight came. He pestered you to buy these stupid chocolates, and you accepted in the end for the sake of the smile on his face. And when they finally arrived and you tasted them together, you felt nothing but sleepy.

“Maybe we just need to wait a bit-”

“We've been waiting since 9:30, do you know what time it is now?” You contradict his insistence, eyeing his pouting face to search for a response. He shakes his head.

“Past midnight.” He frowns at you, looking away when you stare at him for too long.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna work. I’m going to bed.” You stretch your back and sigh deeply before standing up from the couch and going to your shared bedroom.

“I’m right behind you then.” He says, still a bit disappointed that his little experiment didn't work this time.

He really liked the idea of testing things out with you, as long as you weren't opposed to that. And you were almost always open to trying new things for him to see what would work better for you two.

His co-workers wouldn’t stop talking about their private experiences with this aphrodisiac chocolates like horny teenagers, and although he was annoyed by it, he couldn’t help but get curious. Valentine’s Day was approaching after all.

He didn't like sweets, quite the opposite, he hated them. However, anyone could tell otherwise by the way his face was covered in chocolate right now, like a child. He wanted to make it work. He was excited to see what would unfold after.

Unfortunately this time, you weren't going to end up on all fours with your body covered in his cum on the bed because it was already late and you were tired, but he still had a lifetime to do it.

Wanderer was sleeping soundly next to you when you woke up. Chapped and dehydrated lips, the complete opposite of what they’d been in the morning, but perhaps these were the consequences of the cold weather.

… cold? No. In fact, since when has it been so hot?

Your body was sweating and the air conditioning, despite being on, didn't seem to work. You cautiously remove the arms that embraced your body, and remove the blanket that covers you to touch your feet to the floor slowly, not wanting to make any noise.

Only now were you thinking about how terrible the idea was of trying to get to the kitchen in the early morning only to drink some water without disturbing your loved one's sleep. After all, where was the switch? You knew it was on the wall next to the door, and that there was a lamp next to your bed, but it was on Wanderer's side, and you didn't want to bump into it, much less go over his body to turn on the light, so the switch was the safest now. Or so you thought.

“Oh shit.” You bump into something, hearing it fall to the floor. It didn't seem that loud, but when you heard him suddenly rumbling and calling out your name, you knew you fucked up.

You guide your body carefully to face the bed again, climbing onto the mattress and moving closer to the warmth of Wanderer's body.

"What is it?" You say with a subtle tone, not wanting to completely wake him up since it was still late.

“Mm… need it here…” you frown in confusion.

"What do you mean? What do you need?” You now carry a hint of worry in your voice, quickly towering over Wanderer’s body and reaching out to turn on the lights since he was closer to the lamp.

“I-I feel… something…” his voice drops as his eyes wander to his blanket covered body. Your hand reaches out to pull it off his body, assuming whatever he had was under the blanket since he couldn't stop looking.

However, the sight that beholds you is that of a man only in his boxers. Clothes thrown to the floor at some point in the night that you didn't notice, and a tent formed beneath the fabric of his underwear, which was wet enough to be discarded.

The feeling you felt faintly in your body before suddenly becomes more present and obvious, as you had ignored it until now. From now on there was nowhere to run. Besides getting hotter all over, an uncomfortable need made itself known between your legs, screaming to be relieved. You were wet like a fountain.

“Mmh? Y/N… it hurts.” He mumbles one more time. You clear your throat and look in his direction, realizing now that he had opened his eyes, without even a drop of tiredness on his face.

“I-it does?” Your legs close in an attempt to hide your intimacy discovered under your nightgown, — since you slept without it when you were at home — embarrassed for thinking about such dirty things after insisting that you sleep without touching each other.

Maybe you were just frustrated that the aphrodisiac didn't work. You two were very active and this time you rejected him because of his “mistake” in buying something that didn't work without seeing the reviews again. So it would be embarrassing to call out to him now knowing that you were the one in the wrong.

He nods, drawing his eyebrows together and diverting his teary gaze to the walls. You try to get your head straight and focus on your boyfriend. He's in pain, so whatever you're feeling right now isn't important.

"Where does it hurt? Show me." You struggle to express your concern, despite the tingling you felt throughout your body and the immense desire you had to simply tear off all his clothes and make him feel better with your body. But let's agree that that's not how things work in reality (or they shouldn't work like this for normal couples).

He grabs your hand. The trembling, anxious pulse as he guides you to his crotch. Your lips part in an “o”, and you instinctively begin to massage him through the fabric, drawing thin moans that you never thought you would hear coming from his lips.

“Nnngh use it! P-please- oh just use me—!” he arches his back to receive more contact with your hand, tears streaming down his face. "help me."

And that's when you completely lose control.

On the average, with a standard dosage, the effects of an aphrodisiac can begin to be felt within one to three hours of ingestion. You assumed the effects would be noticed right away, but it seems like it will only get more intense over time. How stupid were you to not realize this sooner?

You were dripping just like Wanderer, whose dick just freed by you was slick with precum from top to base. The “pulling out method” wouldn’t even have a chance of working this time if you weren't on the pill, not that you would care about the consequences if that were the case, clit aching to be touched.

You admire the treat in front of you, drooling to put it in your mouth and make your throat its home.

“N-no, wait— fuck! Wanna cum inside youuu.” He moves his hips and tries to push your face away, but it's not enough to stop you from lubricating your lips and mouthing his dick. The fingers around your hair loosen as he starts to soften and give up, eyes rolling into the back of his head with so much pleasure.

“Ohhh baby, feels so good around my c-cock.” Soon he gives in against you without much resistance. You hummed around his cock, sucking and making wet noises that left his ears red. The rest that you couldn't put in your mouth, you stimulated with your hands in a back and forth movement.

However for Wanderer, everything fit if you put your mind into it.

“T-take it good mmmn.” He starts to throw his hips against your mouth and hold your hair in a ponytail with one hand, using you to get off like a fuck toy, making you gag a few times until his cock was so deep in your throat that your nose touched his pelvic hair.

He holds your head still in that position. It becomes difficult to breathe and the only thing you can do is move your tongue randomly from one side to another. You are about to call him when you feel warm ropes of cum going down your throat.

“I'm still hard. Do something about it.” He asks demandingly, wiping his dripping seed from your lips with his thumb and then shoving two fingers inside your mouth so you could swallow it all well.

When he’s finished, you take a deep breath. Face red as you open your legs slightly to show your messy situation. A slimy substance sliding between your folds and glistening pussy, along with a throbbing clit, so sensitive to the touch!

He gets up from the bed, still limp from his recent orgasm, and brings his face closer to your intimacy, fascinated. “You’re as wet as when you’re ovulating. Even needier, I bet.” His finger passes between your folds, lining up with your entrance.

“Think it worked.” He smiles to himself, proud of having eaten so many chocolates earlier, and sticks his finger between your walls, just the act itself being enough to make you clench around it and let out a deep breath.

“And she’s so tight too. She must be even more sensitive today. Fuck, that way I can’t even move my fingers further.” He leaves his finger inside you without moving, feeling you grow impatient and start to rock your hips against the source of pleasure.

“T-then why is it going in? H-hah-“ your voice cracks, eyebrows draw together to match your melted eyes. Wanderer just smirks at the sinful scene.

“Ahh using me just like I said…” a gooey liquid escapes you when he suddenly pulls his finger out and manhandles you into being on all fours to fill your mouth with his sticky finger, distracting you so that you were unable to speak. “But you can very well use something bigger.”

He parts your legs, positioning his dick underneath to let your juices fall all over him and lubricate him completely as he rubs his dick between your folds, grunting every time the head reaches your hole and you clench needily.

“I-it’s so hard… it wants to be inside your pretty pussy.” He places a soothing hand on your waist and caresses it, looking so pleadingly at your body while slowly entering you when you wiggle your ass as a response.

With a heavy sigh coming out of both of you, he holds your waist very firmly and thrusts hard into you, changing positions every time he came inside you.

Finally, you were on top of him. He loved seeing you on top of him, tits bouncing up and down as you roll your hips in order to grind your clit on his pelvis at the same time you moved on his cock. He could never resist the urge to pinch your hard nipples and squeeze your belly to intensify your pleasure and to show you how deep he was inside you.

“Just one more time, please baby.” He kisses between your boobs, holding your waist in place when you told him you were getting tired and tried to go away. He knew you weren't done either, but he'd do all the work for you and make you feel good all over again until you came this one last time.

So when you replied with a “mhmm” he promptly pushed you down and slammed his cock all the way to your womb, pumping his cum from his previous orgasms back up into you once again, trying to reach another one with you.

“Ah- I don’t know if I can cum again!”

“No no, I know you can. Give it to me, hm?” He insists, silencing your uncontrolled blabbering sounds and sobs with his mouth, swallowing said noises while he flicked your swollen clit until your mind became all foggy again.

He slowed his ministrations when your walls tightened around his cock with a loud grunt, gushing out a thick stream of sperm inside you. Your faces parted for him to see your fucked out state and the line of drool connecting the two of you, he couldn't help but smile.

“You look so pretty like this. Almost makes me want to ruin you again.” He leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead, making it impossible for him to see your surprised face that comes after.

“I- I think that’s enough…?” Your voice comes out, although a little hoarse and low. There were still some chocolates left, and now you knew that you had to be careful to hide them from your boyfriend, as he seemed to have enjoyed this a little too much.

“You’re right, we can see about that tomorrow.” He teases, chuckling as you gulp down.

For a while, you both remain silent. He waits for you to start yawning and close your eyes to clean you up so you don't wake up uncomfortable in the morning. When he lies down with you again, he pulls you closer and leaves you lying on his chest.

Wanderer isn't accustomed to showing love through physical contact, but he knows you like it more than anything, and he can't deny that the feeling of your warm body on his makes him feel... things. The next day, he won't be there anymore, and your chest will tighten as you make your way to the kitchen, finding the smell of coffee strange until you’re looking at his back facing you.

For a moment, the tightness in your heart is replaced by the familiar butterflies in the stomach, and you sit on the counter as he smiles innocently and places a warm coffee in front of you.

Your hands hold the handle to bring the drink to your mouth when you notice the small candy on the saucer where the cup was and raise your head towards him to arch a doubtful eyebrow.

“To sweeten your coffee since I didn’t add sugar today.” He justifies himself.

Apparently, he’s addicted to chocolates now.

☆彡 ☆ミRULES

1. please be nice if you do want to request! ><

2. include the character, genre and prompt/scenario you would like me to write! (can be short and sweet, or long and lengthy!)

3. don't be afraid to tell me about your ideas !! I love rambling and drabbles :)

THINGS I WILL WRITE

fluff and suggestive content!

smut is fine too.

drabbles!!

I love, love, loveee drabbles. it keeps my brain juice flowing because it's short :]

THINGS I REFUSE TO WRITE

dark themes

I refuse to write anything along the lines of— incest, rape, pedophilia, necrophilia, etc.

no dead dove!

angst

I just don't do well with the sad genre. I'm fine with fluff and angst but full on angst is something I don't prefer

promise I'll put something out soon! I'm alive, just busy with school 😿