I've been imagining sub! Scara, he is a fucking brat, but he will never assume that he loves being spanked and degraded by you <3 :(
~Can i be the 💌 anon? Love your blog, your writing is so#(#) (*9#0@
⌗ scaramouche whore in disguise
cw. ew what a bratty hoe LMAO 🙈 hard/mean dom! gn! reader x sub! brat! scaramouche. spanking; degradation, fingering (scara receiving)
an. kuni a dirty hoe LMAO anyways HI 💌 ANON WELCOME
bro thats so…. WOWAHWOWAH
scara just whining and writhing underneath you, scolding you and saying, “y—you! you have n-no respect f’r the— the—” “the what, scaramouche? tell me.” you cooed, watching the balladeer crumble beneath you.
“the— fuhhck!” he cried, feeling your nimble fingers brush up against his prostate once again, his back arching up off the mattress, eyes rolling back into his skull. “you’re… you don’t— shit!” you laughed meanly at scara’s attempt to reason, scissoring your fingers inside of him and rubbing your finger pads up against that sweet spot that had scaramouche whimpering.
scara felt his brain go fuzzy, but he still had the nerve to shit talk you with his ass out. insult after insult, his words progressively more slurred. “—you b-bi— faahh!” he yelped, the burning feeling of your hand on his ass making him jump and his cock even harder. no— no way. he was getting off on this? fucking seriously?
“such a dirty bitch. and you say i’m the whorish one, hmm?” you teased, thinking back to one of his “painful” insults that just so happened to lead to him with his hand against the headboard and head thrown back in a pathetic cry.
scaramouche hissed and spat another insult (that ultimately came out in strings of broken moans), although the satisfying tingling in his stomach told a completely different story. “fuck y—ou!” he whined, trying so hard not to give in and thrust onto your fingers :((
but after some time, he couldn’t care less. all scaramouche could focus on was that bubbling feeling in his stomach that he was chasing after so badly. he cried out, grabbing your wrist, forcing your fingers buried deeper inside his hole so that the pads pressed up against his prostate again, making him gasp. “fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck— gonna cum! shi—t!”
“oh? so you do like me? oh good, i was worried for a second.”
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in love with how different and weirdly shaped rocks can still make a wall as sturdy as any other
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