Little Daily Vlogs From Boyfriend!scaramouche

little daily vlogs from boyfriend!scaramouche

-06:43 am

*showing you his clothes before going to campus

“so…i wore my hoodie…and this sweatpants…the hoodie still smells like your perfume…i like it…”

-08:32 am

*a 2 seconds video of him looking at the camera with a blank expression on the metro

-11:56 am

*showing you his notes

“trying to romanticise chemistry so i won’t lose my mind.”

-03:26 pm

*showing you a cat that reminded him of you

“it looks like you…”

-06:12 pm

*showing you the same cat but this time it’s in his house

“so…i bring him home…”

-08:34 pm

*a video of him kissing the cats nose

-03:52 am

*shows burnt pan

“i decided to make some noodles but i ended up burning it…i didn’t know you could burn noodl- WHAT THE FUCK!? oh- never mind it’s the cat.”

THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO IN THE WORLD. I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

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random kaveh brainrot inspired by the 2007 margiela kiss shirt

pressing kisses into kaveh’s chest, ignoring the fact that you’re leaving lipstick stains all over the collar of his pristine white blouse. but alas, duty calls and he smirks at himself in the mirror as he fastens his signature red cape, the kisses you’ve imprinted on his shirt peeking out through the gaps. you walk through the city the next day and notice he’s somehow started a new trend among young lovers because suddenly everyone has their partner’s kisses decorated on their clothing

˗ˏˋ STUCK WITH ME ˎˊ˗

┊scaramouche x afab!reader

—synopsis : you can't seem to sleep at night with the feeling of being watched recently, but it must all be in your head, right? until you can't stand to stay awake any longer and finally drift off to sleep…

—warnings : NSFW; stalking; Scara is a perv; breeding kink (?); idk if it can be called dubcon?; just male masturbation😭 that’s all.

It was a shame you changed schools, wasn't it? Do you feel bad? Do you feel like you’re being observed and judged all the time by your new classmates? He’ll always be there for you! Your loved one will take care of you, y/n. He will always kiss your forehead and watch you sleep, he will take photos of you just for him. Just so that nothing happens to you at night (totally just because of that, he swears!)

And who knows, maybe steal one or two of your panties as compensation for it. Then the next day, he'll be admiring you again as if nothing had happened. Nobody will watch you from afar but him. Scaramouche wants so much to go further, he wants to kiss you so bad, he wants to touch you so much, to hear you moan every time he pulls your panties to the side and sticks his tongue in your tight pussy. What would your cum taste like when you finally climax and your hole tightens around his tongue? He wants to feel everything. Soon, he can no longer contain himself.

“Just a little closer…” he said to himself. But his dick was so hard that it was hard to believe.

He climbs on top of your bed when you finally sleep and stares at you for a few seconds, his erection rubbing against the sheets between your legs like he’s in heat from so much excitement.

He could imagine everything he wanted to do with you, just by looking at your angelic face. He can’t help and quickly shove his hands inside his pants, pulling out his cock. He’s been holding back and waiting for you to sleep for quite some time, can you blame him? :((

His movements are slow and hesitant at first, but he eventually finds a rhythm. As he continues, his breathing becomes heavier and his face flushes redder. He just wanted to cum soon and get out of there before you woke up. Such a scaredy-cat!!

He takes out one of your used panties he got from your dirty laundry. The thought of your pussy touching the fabric where his dick was now filled his mind. He would feel satisfied if he could make a mess on the fabric and give it back to you so you could wear your cute panties soiled with his cum. ♡

Of course, he was greedier than that! He wanted nothing more than to strip off your clothes and make you his, but he knew he couldn’t act on these impulses, at least not yet.

His mind went back to one of the days he watched you touch yourself, so inattentive that you forgot to close the curtains sometimes. A habit of yours that he would fix when you were finally together, but one that he would take advantage of in those moments.

He bites his lip and continues to stroke himself, feeling a mix of pleasure and shame as he spreads pre-cum all over his cock, remembering the way you played with the small vibrator. Your fingers moving in and out of your pussy, causing you to moan softly. What would your reaction be if it was his dick instead of your fingers? You on his desk, cock buried deep inside your wet pussy. He felt his climax approaching, his hand moved faster and faster at the point he couldn’t contain the lewd sounds coming out of his mouth anymore.

“Ngh—! You’re mine, and your pretty pussy too- n-nmmgh… gonna cum deep inside… h-hmm- deep inside your womb..”

The sensations were too intense, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He closed his eyes, picturing your face, begging him to cum inside you. With a final thrust of his hips, he came, shooting his load all over his hand and the mattress, his entire body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm while his vision became cloudy and he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. He pants heavily, feeling both relieved and ashamed at the same time. As he calmed down, he realized he left a trail of cum on your sheets, evidence of his arousal. But he leaves that aside, cleaning his hand and adjusting his clothes before giving you a delicate kiss on the cheek and leaving through the window. He couldn’t do much about the sheets so he just hopes you shove it aside too.

Maybe he’ll finally gather the courage to confess his feelings to you in person after that?

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

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