━━━ Drabble﹕Scaramouche afab x amab!reader (can also be read as gn)
There is a brief debate whether Scaramouche has a fat pussy or a small one, in my opinion it is that he has a fat pussy from the countless times of being stretched by your big cock!
His folds are softly pale, just like he skin, as delicate and as kneadable as a soft dough, softly pink in color his clitoris!
Keep him with his legs open, force him with your big hands to show off his already wet fat pussy, obviously our pretty brat will behave rudely, because you are touching his precious body!, you're just a stupid mortal under human lust..
Simply to silence him, you lean your head close to his wet and dripping pussy, as a little bit tightens in the air at your closeness, Scaramouche could perfectly feel your breathing near his folds and leaves a muffled squeal when you blow hot air on his pussy, making quiver your muscles with anticipation!
To provoke him, give soft licks around his pussy, without even touching his folds so directly, you will only make him complain and murmur in muffled gasps that you do your job well in pleasing him..hahaha, your cute spoiled child still thinks he has power over you~
Even with your hands on his knees, force him to hold it for you and that's what he does, so obediently, for a few seconds you can see how he bites his lips to repress any moan and how his cheeks were already red!
Return your attention to his already wet pussy, with your fingers more easily open his folds, revealing his pussy in all its splendor, he shudders and moans softly at the contact.
And he simply begins to suck his clitoris, your fingers maneuver and go for his pussy, two fingers gently entering slowly and now Scaramouche is whining pitifully for you to hurry up!
And you start fucking his pussy with your two fingers, making lewd sounds while you continue sucking his small clit, gently rubbing it with your teeth, the only thing you provoke is that finally Scaramouche no longer tries to contain his moans and his dirty little mouth is saying "Stupid." ..NGH~!" "Ah..ah!" As he turned his head back, he soon stopped his little show that he had "power" over you, he already had tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, starting to drool.
"I'm going to come~!, I'm cummm~!!" Leaving feminine squeals as his writhes, arching his back perfectly
but you don't stop, on the contrary... you accelerate the movements of your fingers inside his pussy and continue eating his already swollen and red clitoris, so fucking slippery
and Scaramouche has his orgasm, and through it you continue fucking him with your fingers, making his hips rise a little when he comes stutters his hips, his muscles trembling, he falls on the bed again, you had already taken out your fingers and you could admire beautifully how his pussy was wet and dripping, giving you such a delicious spectacle.
Scaramouche is sighing shakily, leaning a little with his elbows on the bed but you start to give soft licks on his folds making him easily fall back onto the bed softly, leaving a loud and tired moan "That's enough... I- Nghhh~.."
You begin to lap up his juices, spreading his trembling thighs, lapping up his juices from his orgasm making Scaramouche tremble in place from overstimulation.
"I haven't cum yet, my doll" You murmured, gently kissing one of his trembling thighs and then delicately sucking on the skin, smearing it a little and then letting go, leaving a hickey.
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cw: pre-memories!wanderer, sub!wanderer, dom!reader, gender-neutral terms and pronouns but reader has a cock, jacking off, hurt/comfort (my bad), overstimulation, crying, REALLY SOFT
a/n: probably one of the best fics ive ever written ngl. might write a part two with post-memories!wanderer if y’all want it.
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You thought you had been daydreaming at first.
You stood outside the porch of your house and were met with a man who stood in the rain looking unbothered by the whole thing. He was just there, staring into nothingness despite some parts of his clothes getting wet by the second.
You bit your cheek, walking up to him and taking his wrist with your hand.
“Come in? I have supper ready.”
It took him a while to register but he eventually agreed with your persistence.
He introduced himself as a wanderer, he said, “I’ll be out when the rain stops.”
To which you replied, “Take as long as you need.”
You gave him some spare clothes which fit on him loosely as you hung the kimono to dry inside the house.
He was…a very pretty man.
You served him a bowl of porridge that he refused multiple times, saying that you should just eat it instead, that you need it more than him.
It sounded silly seeing as how thin the wanderer was.
“So, who are you really? Besides being a wanderer, I mean.”
Your question seemed to be something that he even himself couldn’t answer. He made that same face that he wore when he was in the rain, deep in thought, possibly contemplating everything that he had gone through.
After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to finally say something, only to be shut up with a spoonful of warm porridge inside his mouth.
You smiled, seeing him swallow the food even if you had to do it forcefully.
“How is it?” You asked.
“It’s good.” He answered, still stunned at how you had just spoonfed him.
“Yeah? Well, there’s more. Dig in.”
He reluctantly took the bowl in his hands, eating the food that you had generously given to him. You were so persuasive. He wondered if you realized that you had that effect on people.
You ate with him, telling stories of your own as you worried that you had scared him off from asking too much about himself.
A thought lingered in your head as you led him to a spare room before going back to your bedroom alone.
Why was it that he never shivered under the rain?
The rain didn’t let up for days. A storm had manifested instead, meaning any kind of travel would have to be suspended.
Wanderer felt that he was intruding so much already, he could go anytime he wanted to but leaving you alone didn’t seem right.
“Are you alright?” Your hand was on his forehead, checking his temperature.
You had somehow managed to sneak up on him again, he marveled at that fact, questioning whether if you purposely did it when he was busy thinking about something.
He tensed up when you removed your hand from his skin, eager to have more of your touch.
He cursed himself in his head. That had been happening a lot lately, a growing urge inside of him that didn’t want to leave and let go of you once the rain ended.
But that’s exactly why he needed to leave, he couldn’t get too attached.
He stayed in the spare room you had given him and each time he was alone, all these questions kept attacking his head.
Was he supposed to feel this way? Should a puppet such as him have these kinds of emotions?
The longer he stayed here, the longer he felt that he wished the rain wouldn’t stop.
Everything smelt like you. The blankets, the clothes, and eventually, even him.
He stared at the problem at the center of his legs. This too, had been bothering him.
It often happened when he thought about you, or whenever you touched him for too long.
He bit his lip, careful to not let any sound slip. Although these days, he wanted you to hear. To find him like this, all sensitive and spread out just to see your reaction.
Would you have shamed him and kicked him out of the house for this? Or, would you have praised him, telling him how much of a good job he was making?
His hand gripped his cock, imagining that it was you doing this to him. He sang your name softly, fingers now traveling to his tip, using the white liquid that had oozed out as a lubricant.
He continued pumping himself underneath the blankets, smelling your scent and bringing him into a high. His legs trembled with each stroke, knowing that he’ll make a mess once again on the bed that you’d kindly given to him.
“S-Sorry… I can’t help it—” He chanted apologies and came into his hand, his cum splattering to his thighs.
He needed to leave as soon as possible.
Unbeknownst to your guest, you too, were having a problem.
Your lip has been bruising with how many times you’ve been biting it.
You’re appreciative that you have a pretty temporary roommate like him, but he’d been driving you insane.
Like right now.
He’d been helping you out with dinners lately but with him being inexperienced, he tended to do things in a very questionable way.
For example, having cream splatter directly on his cheek while he whipped a batch. Or, bending his body against the counter to reach the spatula that’s on the other side instead of just asking for it.
It had your mind going through things that it shouldn’t. Such as imagining the said guest on top of you, taking you in as he tries his best to please you, asking you whether he’s doing it right. And worse, that’s probably the tamest thing you could think of right now, the others you’ve daydreamed about are ten times worse.
Has his shorts ever been that short?
You didn’t want to take advantage of him, seeing as he would do whatever you asked no matter how weird they may be.
You tried it once, asking him to fetch three blades of grass from the backyard and what do you know, he actually did it.
He seemed to think that he owed you, which isn’t really the case since you just wanted to help out.
What you wouldn’t give to see him gasping your name though.
“Hey, I never really asked this but would you like me to call you something?” You asked.
“Huh?”
“Ah, well. I understand not telling me your real name but uh, I’d like to call you something like a nickname.”
“It’s up to you. I’d be fine with anything you give.”
You bit your lip again. He’s so sweet!
That being said, you didn’t know what you should call him. Wanderer, huh? Honey is a bit too much, Darling is too domestic, Sweetie seemed like you were pampering him…
Why were these nicknames all sounding like pet names for a lover?
“You said anything, right?” You reconfirmed.
He nodded.
“How about Doll, then?”
He stilled, a deep breath leaving his mouth. He seemed agitated.
Did he not like it?
“I–Yes. That’s fine. Excuse me, I just have to get something in my room.”
He left before you could even apologize (for what?) or say a word.
That day, the rain stopped and you stopped seeing the wanderer ever since.
You tried to get it off your mind, spending time on your work or reading.
It didn’t help. He’d disappeared and if it weren’t for your bruised lips, you’d think the whole thing was a long dream that you’d just woken out of.
You laid your back on the doorframe of his room. It wasn’t a guest room anymore, it was his now. Even if he’d never come back.
Wanderer walked and walked, trying to distract himself from you.
The nickname hurt him and he didn’t know why. Was it because he was a puppet? He’d always been content with being one and if you had asked, he’d trusted you enough to the point that he’d tell you the truth.
Was there something he was forgetting? Something that he forgot which made him feel this hurt?
He stood outside of your house, his head leaning on the door, hand on the doorknob, when he heard a sultry voice talking.
Next, came the moaning and gasping. You were with someone else.
Get rid of them, they don’t deserve your touches. That should be for him, for his only.
His head ached.
He turned the knob slowly, walking towards your bedroom but stopped halfway through when he realized that you weren’t there.
You were in his room.
He sank to the floor, sitting there while he listened in.
“You seem aggressive.” The other voice said.
“Stop. Stop talking. Just lay there.” You replied.
“Really? How long is this going to last? All you’ve done is mark my neck and chest.”
Jealousy was all through his veins. Perhaps if he had never left, that could have been him in that bed instead of some random person.
He could hear you sigh disappointedly.
“You won’t even kiss me on the lips. You haven’t stripped out of your clothes and it’s been an hour! I know I shouldn’t complain since I’m getting paid here but come on.”
“God, could you shut up?!” You yelled angrily.
Your voice brought shivers to the puppet. You had never gotten mad at him no matter what. Not when he broke the dishes while washing them, not when he accidentally messed up a recipe, not when he spaced out and stopped listening to your stories.
“I didn’t mean it. Doll, I—”
Silence filled the entire house. Not a word from you or the other person. Not a single breath out of the wanderer.
“Shit, I keep—” You stuttered with your words.
“Can you just get out? Take the money with you.”
The person left without even noticing him to their left, in a hurry and understandably annoyed.
You didn’t think you’d get so desperate, hiring a person who could play his part.
You thought you could get through it, maybe a fuck was something you needed to get it out of your system. You knew it wouldn’t work but you eventually gave in to your desires.
A shadowy figure loomed into your vision.
“I told you to get out.”
“Are you alright?”
You brought your head up to see the wanderer looking at you with worry. Were you dreaming?
You stood up with shaking legs, running towards him to envelop him in a hug.
“You’re back.”
“I’m sorry.” He apologized.
You frowned at him, why was he apologizing?
“What? I should be the one saying sorry, I brought someone else home and called you something you didn’t like.”
“Yes, but I overreacted.” He replied.
“It did trigger you, didn’t it?”
He nodded, overwhelmed with your warmth due to being out for so long.
“Yes. But I… don’t know why.” He said with his eyes on the ground, troubled.
“I see. We’ll figure it out.” You reassured him.
“We?” He said, surprised.
“Yes.”
You crashed your lips onto his, something that you’d thought of more than you should. Your hands were on his back while you pressed his body against yours tightly.
The sudden act brought the puppet flustered to a whole new level.
“Can I ask something?” He said, gasping for air as he separated from you.
“Hm?”
“Can you mark me like what you did with that person earlier?”
“Anything for you, love.”
The wanderer felt as if there were tons of butterflies fluttering away in his stomach. Love?
Him? Really?
His face is pressed onto the pillows, his ass up for you, as your finger slips inside of his hole so smoothly that you’d think this isn’t the first time that he’s doing it with someone else.
He moaned loudly, fingers gripping the sheets and cum dripping onto them.
He still could feel the bruising on his chest all the way to his neck, there was more and deeper than what you did to your invited guest earlier, obviously wanting to prove to him that it’d never happen again, that it would only be him.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Each day with you drove me positively insane.” You told him.
He cried your name, feeling another finger penetrating his walls.
“M-Me too. I’ve thought about it a bunch of times.”
You hummed pleased, removing the fingers that let out a whine from his throat.
You flipped him over, wanting to see his perfect face, and spread his thighs away from each other.
“Can you show me? Can you show me what you do while you think about it?”
He nodded, red coloring his cheeks.
He took his right hand and started from the base of his cock, stroking it but not all the way through, leaving his own tip unsatisfied. The whole scene already had him trembling, he wanted to look away from your eyes but at the same time, he was relishing from the attention.
“Hnn—Ah~” He breathed out your name, continuing to fuck himself with his hand.
“How many times have you done this?” You questioned.
It took him a while to answer, his head mostly focusing on only the pleasure and ignoring everything else.
“A-A lot. I clean the sheets before you wake up so you don’t notice.”
“Ah, such a good boy, aren’t you?”
He whimpered from the praise, a spray of his cum coming out hastily.
“That won’t do, though. I’m kicking you out of this room.” You said, giving his thigh a pinch, his cock twitching for release.
“You’re staying in my room now. If you want to jack off, you’ll be doing it in front of me just like this…Or, there’s always the other option.”
“W-What?”
“You could always ask me to help you out.”
He sobbed out a pathetic noise as he finally reached his orgasm. The bed sheets were already ruined and you haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.
His attention is brought back once he heard you unbuckle his belt.
“I’m gonna make you cum with my cock, the same number of times you orgasmed in here alone.”
“Okay.” He answered, awaiting what it would be like to finally have you inside of him.
Wanderer choked on his own breath when you first penetrated him, it was much different from your fingers. He felt so full of you, each time you thrust in and out of him had his toes curling from pleasure.
He continued whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks while you held onto his slim waist, pumping him of your length.
His first orgasm from your cock is abrupt, too quick for even him to register it as you didn’t even stop, continuing to pound even deeper and rougher. His cock limped as it juiced out his cum.
It didn’t last long as with one specific hit to his prostate, Wanderer squeaked out an embarrassing noise, his cock hard once again.
“I’m going to ruin you, love.”
“Please do—Hah~”
His body felt lifeless, thighs too tired to even shake even if they wanted to. Your hands doing all the work, whether to switch his position, or make him face you as you fucked him just to see the faces that he would make, high on the pleasure.
Perhaps it was due to his anatomy that it wasn’t hurting, though he supposed that didn’t sound too bad either.
He blushed from his own thoughts, they had been bothering him since earlier. Where were these coming from?
“Do you need me to stop?” You asked him.
“No, keep going.”
His legs were in the air, carried by you, pushing even deeper into him despite that sounding impossible.
Wanderer teared up again feeling his next orgasm coming, he didn’t even know if he’d be able to cum, already milked out dry.
“Hnghh!” He whined out, proven wrong when you used your other hand, palming his tip.
He came for the last time, exhausted and empty as you pulled out.
“Should we take a bath together?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to go there.” He panted, laughing at his situation.
He was covered with his own excretions and yet he looked just as lovely.
“Nonsense! I’ll carry you!”
“Alright then, love.” He returned the nickname, tugging at your heart and bringing you to a smile.
You two did spend more time in the bath than you expected though.
