#scara <3

[chuzu-archive]

mdni. roughish face fucking& whiney scara& gn!reader has a dick . 🐺scara cant decide whether he wants u in him or if he wants u dead

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fucking scara’s face& watching his pretty eyes fill with tears as he looks up at u w flushed cheeks. trying ur best to keep some decorum& not pull on his hair too harshly (to his disappointment). his hands r pawing at ur thighs, switching between opening his palms to digging his fingers into ur skin. his eyes haze in& out of focus, gagging long abandoned, nd if u try to take it out to b polite nd NOT cum down his throat, he’ll get pathetically whiney like u ruined something.. grabbing ur dick nd jerking it off hard like a half assed punishment as u finish all over his hands. he’s breathing heavy like he wants more, he needs more, nd his voice rasps as he mutters something ab how rough& disrespectful u are (despite trembling for ur touch — straddling ur hips nd lacing his hands in urs to bring them up to hold his waist, inviting u to touch him w a tilt of his head, bangs wet w sweat falling over his half lidded, glassy eyed gaze).

[my-yandere-love]

I hate you! but.... i love you... |Scaramuche, enemies to lovers part 1/?|Modern AU

Si digo "voy a revivir" y me vuelvo a morir, sinceramente me dan bajones de animo y no quiero escribir pero hoy me termine de leer dirty litte traitor, recomendable lamentablemente esta completamente en ingles, y retome esta idea que tenia hace chingo de tiempo. Trataré de publicar almenos 1 vez al mes.

[y/n] Una persona normal, una persona promedio, una estudiante promedio que no le gusta hablar mucho y tampoco estudiar, se encontraba en el patio de la escuela, peleando con el recién llegado hace 2 semanas... ¿Pero como llegamos aquí?

Dos semanas antes

Te encontrabas en clase leyendo mensajes de parte de tu hermano mayor, nada muy interesante es decir el casi nunca te contesta y recién notaste sus mensajes, en eso escuchaste al profesor llegar de inmediato guardaste el celular y te levantaste como los demas en señal de respeto, volteaste hacia la puerta, ahí lo viste por primera vez, un chico de cabello purpura no parecía muy alegre su cara era bastante seria pero le daba su encanto. -El día de hoy se integra un nuevo compañero a clases, preséntate.

-Mi nombre es scaramuche, vengo de otra escuela.

Eso fue todo lo que dijo, un tono algo frio que pareció le gusto a media población femenina de tu salon, odiabas eso pero soportaste y evitarte decir algo, evitar peleas era lo mejor que podías hacer ahora. Así empezaron las clases, cruzaste mirada con el unas cuantas veces pero nada mas.

Al terminar la primera sesión viste como literalmente casi toda la población femenina se acerco a el, odiabas lo horny que podia ser u salon, los conocías y sabias que liberalmente todas ellas estaban buscando una noche con el nuevo, asi que bufaste e señal de desapruebo, no contabas con que ella te escucharía.

-¿Tienes algun problema y/n?

Ese tono, ésa voz la conocías muy bien, Liliar (yuko perdón por usar uno de tus 40 nombres) la chica popular de tu salon, chasqueaste la lengua y suspiraste "Aquí vamos denuevo" pensaste, liliar y tu no tienen una buena historia ella te molestaba en la escuela y eran vecinas, siempre te trato mal sabias que ella tenia la culpa de muchas cosas malas que te pasaron pero la evadías y una vez la enfrentaste. Dejo de molestarte pero nunca perdía la oportunidad de molestarte o hacerte quedar mal.

-Nada... ¿Por qué lo dices?

Tu actuación de hacerte la desentendida aveces te ayudaba a zafarte pero esta vez no funciono.

-¿Cual es tu problema?, siempre desapruebas lo que los demas hacen y haces esas señas, acaso estas celosa de la atencion que recibe el nuevo

El chico volteo a verte y tu tomaste aire tratando de no explotar

-No tengo ningún problema, ¿celosa? ¿yo? se nota que a pesar de años de conocernos no me conoces ni un poquito, vete al cara- -¿Por que eres tan agresiva con ella?

Otra voz intervino,tuviste recuerdos de hace años, tomste aire pero ya no pidiste mas

-Te importa un carajo, todos son tan....ciegos, ¡tch! me voy

Y asi saliste del salon a tomar algo, odiabas como siempre se ponían de su lado pero después de tomar un poco de agua reflexionaste.

-Mierda.

Habías perdido toda oportunidad de socializar con el nuevo, ¿como era? ¿scaramuche? sisi eso era, casi siempre te sentías sola, un amigo no haria mal, pero con ese arranque pequeño ya estabas pensando en conseguir de otras escuelas.

Lo peor seria unos dias después, era clase de biología, tocaba abrir un raton, nunca te gusto la sangre, mucho menos abrir animales, tomaste aire, tu intención era hacerlo rapido para no sufrir y todo iba bien.

Demasiado.

Bien.

Como si de un león tratando de intimidar a su presa liliar te miro, con una sonrisa, suspiraste y decidiste no hacer nada o siquiera mirarla al poco rato pediste permiso para ir al baño, mientras regresabas notaste que el profesor salió y regresaba de algun lugar, al regresar a tu lugar notaste algo diferente en tu lugar, habia un trozo de una parte del raton en tu asiento si fuera la piel quiza podrías evitar verla, pero era otra cosa completamente roja y viscosa, un grito escapo de tus labios. Varias risas se escucharon sabias quien habia sido pero de contuviste hasta que derrepente alguien se puso frente a ti.

-No deberias hacer mucho ruido, hay quienes queremos trabajar.

Era el, el peli-morado te miro completamente serio, en eso viste a esa chica reir.

-Es tu culpa verdad tu lo hiciste?

-Siempre me culpas de todo! eres tan mala y/n

Varios susurros coincidían con ella.

-Hace poco llegue, pero eres muy agresiva con ella, siempre la culpas de lo mas mínimo, segun lo que me dijeron no es la primera vez.

-No hables de lo que no sabes. También te dijo sobre quien soy tan mala?

-Cuando me lo dijeron no lo creí del todo, pero al parecer no se equivocan

Chasqueaste la lengua en eso escuchaste tu celular vibrar lo sacaste y leiste

"Fue fácil distraer a todos, ellos siempre estarán de mi lado no importa que"

Eso termino tu paciencia, esa maldita manipuladora.

-TU ESTUPIDA MANI-

Un empuje te detuvo de ir hacia ella, era scaramuche, el primer encontronazo de varios.

*ei tamos de vuelta, me dio por escribir este tipo de historias esperen la parte 2, agradezco si leen esto

[captaincryolicious]

just finished the sumeru arc and man what a wild ride it was...

[scarasweetheart]

cali theme change?!?

- ¥

CALI THEME CHANGE HOW WE FEELIN

[zorosdimples]

kae beloved :’3 may i ask what would scaramouche/wanderer say hehehe, in return i think zoro would squeeze you against his chest until you say you’re all better C: maybe even swish you around to get a giggle out of you !! or just sitting by you in silence, he’ll do anything because he’s not going to just stand there and watch you mope . he could never leave you alone to hold that weight all by yourself !! :’) you can always depend on him < 3 it’s what he wants to do for you too

dilly bean!!!!!! stooooop zoro is such a lover and will fight tooth and nail to make the bad mood go away. you’re so right that he has to do something—he’s never one to sit back and watch his loved ones suffer :’-)

as for scaramouche… okay please keep in mind i have only met in him genshin as the balladeer, and know very little about his character (i’m about to start sumeru)!

scara is a little shit, and in true little shit fashion, his method of making you feel better is unorthodox: he decides that you should both devise and enact a prank. you have to be the voice of reason (i.e. ensure that the prank remains a prank and not an act of anarchy), but scara has some truly devious ideas; you get so carried away in the process that you forget why you were upset in the first place!

[diorsbrando]

well well well if this isn't Sosa - @kunikxzxshi

scara??????? SCARAAAAAAAAA ???? nah why did my body get so hot all of a sudden 🧍🏾‍♀️ um ummm! how are you? it is me sosa 🥺

[merakiui]

I AM RABID. this version of scaramouche……. oh my oh my oh my OH MY orz i’m on my knees for him. \(//∇//)\ HE’S SOOOOO AAAAAAAAA

AND THEN CIRCUS SCARA??????

AND HACKER SCARA???????????

SUMMER SCARA AS WELL!!!!!

it’s a mouchey meal. i’m so not normal. i’m insane, in fact. OTL OTL OTL

[sakuraoora]

OMG WE HAVE THE SAME PFP AND THEME LMFAO!??

BAHAHAHA THATS AMAZING

[baeshijima]

imagine an au where you wake up to a chill seeping through the comfort of your duvet. it's a little unusual. the mornings shouldn't be so cold anymore; did you maybe leave the window open?

a headache blooms along your conscience, and you think that maybe you had one too many drinks out of frustration last night. but, then again, it's not your fault that prickly bastard got on your nerves and made you drink till you passed out. he just has it out for you!

bare arms are draped over your equally bare midriff, its hold around you tightening and— wait. you're NAKED?!

by the speed at which you flipped to your other side, you wouldn't be surprised if you got whiplash. actually, scrap that. maybe the familiar face lying beside you, alongside the marks you barely caught a glimpse of amidst your turn, is more than enough to wish you actually did get it.

"mmh, what's wrong?" he mumbles in all his sleepy glory, clearly disoriented from your sudden movement. a hand rubs against his heavy lids in a feeble attempt to clear out the bleary fog which clings to his vision, one in which blocks the sight of you by default. "you're never up before me in these mornings."

...how did you end up in the bed of your arch-nemesis (self-proclaimed), naked, and— why is he staring at you so affectionately? weren't you just at each other's throats a few hours ago? (figuratively or literally, it doesn't matter. you were at each other's throats all the same.)

(or, you somehow find yourself three years into the future, married to the very same prickly bastard who made you black-out drunk (self-inflicted). and naked (not self-inflicted. probably).)

[angelprinz]

scara fuckers.. let me know if u want the many thirsts in my inbox. honestly i don't write him unless he's with another one of my loves. i just don't have a particular grasp on his ickiness. feeling like just publishing the thirsts for scara... without much input cs like i said, non scara thinker hehe <3

[chuzu-archive]

hiiiii scara thoughts. as promised…. ex casual bf (maybe u only thought u were fwb) scaramouche who thinks hes still got a grip on ur dick 🥰🥰🥰!!!! hes always hanging out ur place, still such an awfully familiar sight on ur couch, on ur bed, with clothes & without. always has smth smart to say whenever u ask about why hes here or try to poke fun,, so touchy n petulant when he’s there if u brought someone home even if they’re just a friend!!! such a sulky thing… and if theyre not just a friend? he’s gonna make this a competition babe. they think they know u better than he does? think they know that if they ride ur face hard enough u’ll eventually get fed up & shove them off just so u can pin their hips & eat them out torturously rough and slow? do they know what its like 2 have a hand fisted in their hair while they get fucked in front of a mirror? scara doesnt think so . and hes gonna make sure they figure tht all out whether they leave, tail between their legs before he even gets serious.. or after they stick arnd & watch

this ask has literally terrorized me . TERRORIZED!!!!!!! it’s so perfect ITS SO PERFECT i wanna write something i wanna . I wanna write a FIC ?? A REAL FIC …. I WILL omgg im just so obsessed with scara acting like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to u, treating u like u want him sooo bad. the awkies moment when scara very indiscreetly wedges himself between u and a friend during movie night. the complaints frm ur other casual hookups w arms crossed asking “why does ur ex still have free reign over ur place” &u have to shrug it off nd smile. and it’s even worse cuz scara cant shut the fuck up!! he’s catty and possessive, snapping back from the couch (in YOUR clothes) with a backhanded compliment and a strategic little act of letting his shorts ride up his thighs to show the pretty purple hickeys against his pale skin. and he’s so touchy nd territorial like a fussed up cat, coming up beside u and pressing up against u, batting his eyelashes as he makes another girl or boy cry in the foyer of your apartment. and its so fucking annoyinggg but he does it cuz he knows youll get mad at him and oh isnt it sooo fun to make u mad. … so fun…

[cheesecakethots]

Part 2 to this.

He had never been so caring for another, the guard noted. Lord Scaramouche was not the caring type, after all.

Despite that, the man had watched the lord express actual worry for you, the one huddled away in his tent as he barked orders at soldiers to find medicine, make warm soup, and heat up water. One of them had had his fingers broken for making the food too cold for the harbingers liking.

On the very few occasions the guard was permitted inside the tent, he had caught glimpses of the lord knelt beside your feverish figure in bed, the back of his hand softly resting on your forehead. If they had been any longer in finding you…

The few medics in camp were situated nearby, with any and all injuries not held by you being mostly ignored for the time being. You had barely been conscious for the past few days, slipping in and out, with some mumbled and confusing phrases leaving chapped lips.

The guard is brought out of his memories when Lord Scaramouche passes him, dramatically parting the tent covering and entering with a few quick strides. He immediately makes a beeline for your cold, limp body tucked away in bed.

Scaramouche places a hand to your cheek. His frown deepens, and you groan, glazed over eyes opening only a fraction.

“M…Mother?”

A sigh escapes him. His soulmate really is pitiful… and weak.

“… You’re safe now,” he mutters, surprised for a moment at the tinge of emotion in his own voice.

“Do… I have to help c…cook dinner?”

“No. You’ll never be doing that again.”

“Oh… okay…” A yawn leaves your throat.

“Go to sleep.”

“Can we have… chocolate later? I bought some… to share,” you murmur, trailing off until your breathing becomes light, and your eyes fully close.

The lord sighs. A shiver wracks through your body, despite the multiple animal hides you have on. He’s certain that his men have destroyed the surrounding ecosystem just to keep you warm, but, oh well.

He stands, hesitantly turning away from you. You need more blankets, maybe some more soup, anything to keep the fever from taking you away from-

Oh. His eyes widen, and he glances back to you, and then at the shaking hand pulling on his fingers.

“Don’t… leave me…”

You’re still asleep. It’s not as though you’re conscious and would know if he left, is it? It’s not as though your plea is anything more than some deluded fairytale in your mind, is it?

“I won’t.”

Curses.

Curse him, and curse you for awakening something he didn’t think he had, something in his chest that for centuries he was sure was simply an empty void of nothing.

He wants to scoff and leave you here, to tell you that he has no need for someone as weak as you in his life. He wishes he had left you tied to that tree and just kept moving, that he had never felt the touch of your skin against his own. That he had felt absolutely nothing, that he hadn’t felt a stab of fear for the first time in a long time when carrying your freezing cold body back to camp. It would’ve saved him a lot of trouble.

He doesn’t let go of your hand for a long, long while.

The next morning he leaves you alone for a short time, an hour at most. He regrets it when he comes back to you standing on two wobbly knees, the parts that make him up jolting at the sight.

“What are you doing?!”

You flinch, yelping when you abruptly turn to him and lose your balance. Hands, ones that send a feeling of static and electricity straight to your very core, are soon grasping onto you, holding you up before you can hit the ground.

“Are you daft?” The man spits out, visibly aggravated.

“Wh-What? What?”

“Get back in bed. I won’t ask you again.”

You don’t move, the sensation that comes with his touch only growing the longer the two of you stand.

“You’re… you’re…?” You whisper, eyes widening.

He pauses, the irritation in his expression dropping a little. After a beat, his lips part.

“… Yes.”

“We were in the woods, right? My village, they…”

Any softness on his face is wiped away the moment you mention your old home, and the people that resided in it. No longer waiting, he lightly pushes you back, leading you into the makeshift bed below. A blanket is soon wrapped around your quivering shoulders.

“Eat this,” he orders, pulling something out of his pocket and holding it close to your lips.

Chocolate.

“I’m not-“

“Eat.”

You tentatively take it from him, and the atmosphere grows awkward, at least for you, while he watches you chew on the rest of it.

“Thank you, it was delicious,” you tell him, truthfully. You haven’t had chocolate in a long time, as it was simply too expensive for your family to afford. Your mouth curves downwards into a frown.

“Rest.”

You don’t. You’re not sure if you can.

“My family, they let them take me. They didn’t… they didn’t stop them. They must…” A gasp is torn from you, and you meet his eyes once more. “How long has it been?”

“… Three days.”

You begin rise to your shaky feet, “I-I must go back, they’ll think that I’m-!”

He pushes you back down effortlessly.

“Are you a fucking fool?”

You can’t help but flinch at the absolute venom in his tone, but he isn’t done yet, towering over you.

“What do you think will happen if you go back, hm? That they’ll accept you with open arms, or they’ll send you right back to where I found you? Or, better yet, maybe they’ll set you alight there and then, rather than troubling themselves in having you freeze to death, they’ll instead watch you burn. Would you like to test if your family would spare you from that? Hm?”

You have never felt this small in your entire life.

“I-“

“Enough.” It appears the question was rhetorical, and your mouth closes, quickly feeling very dry.

His chest shudders with each deep breath he draws in, and he closes his eyes shut for a moment, seemingly trying to calm himself.

“Sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us. Don’t ask me anymore stupid questions,” he turns on his heel, most likely deciding that he has something better to do. However, before he fully departs, he pauses at the entrance to the tent, still not looking back at you.

“You deserve better than that village, than that family who threw you out as though you were nothing to them. Know that I do not plan on doing the same, and that you… aren’t nothing to me.”

The intimidation you feel from him dimishes when you catch sight of the pinkish tinge to the tips of his ears. He doesn’t wait for your response, swiftly departing. You miss the few words of parting he gives you, as you tuck yourself into bed.

“Besides, it’s not as though you have anything to go back to, anymore.”

[angelcwre]

ceo! scara who would make you sit on his lap while he pretends to listen to what his employee is saying during a very important meeting, unbeknownst to these employees...

you are trying your very best not to whimper, his bulge.. a very big one too, is pressing right on your clothed pussy.. he is purposely doing this! >:(

so, as a revenge, you decide to grind yourself on his erection.. a small grunt could be heard by you only as a hand snakes its way onto your waist, gripping yours tightly..

his chest presses against your back as he nibbles sneakily on your ear before muttering..

“stop moving darling, or i'll have no choice but to bend your cute little ass over this desk right now and fuck you senseless infront of these employees..” he chuckles “i bet you'd like that, hm?”

[cluescorner]

Every other harbinger: My coworkers are fucking insane and I hate them. I'd probably have killed them by now if we weren't on the same side. Why in the fuck am I forced to put up with these selfish, pathetic, obnoxious imbeciles?!!!

Capitano: *Exists*

Every other harbinger: omg Capitano

[faetima]

𝐝𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐮 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝) . .

. . you have hanahaki, a severe case of shyness, and a crush on scaramouche, and scaramouche is an absolute jerk.

// tws ; blood ; gn reader ; hanahaki & modern au ; slight cursing 

a/n: first time posting here yippee (pls be nice)

you sobbed, heaving up stupid yellow carnations while sitting on the cold, hard floor of the school bathroom.

you wretched up the damned flowers. they fell ungracefully into the toilet which sat in front of you.

your knees hurt from sitting on them for so long.

if only you could tell him how you felt. it would finally all be over, one way or another. maybe with your feelings being requited.

or maybe with you choking to death, the only thing with you while you die being the stupid fucking flowers.

you coughed again, pale yellow petals fluttering to the ground elegantly.

it was a stark contrast to how, just moments after that, you were coughing your lungs out, flowers flopping down into the toilet in large clumps; stuck together by mucus and blood.

you wheezed and wheezed and wheezed until it felt like there was nothing left in your lungs and your throat was burning and your knees were bruised.

you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left.

you coughed and coughed and coughed to the point you thought maybe just dying would be better than this fucking hell.

you curled into a ball, crying. crystalline tears ran down your cheeks, falling onto your clothes, the ground, anything.

if only you could fucking talk. why were you like this? why were you fine with your friends, but so terrified to talk to anyone? to everyone?

to him?

maybe, just maybe, if you were different you wouldn’t be in this situation.

if only you weren’t so pathetic, so stupid, so scared.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself so, so much. who the fuck was this terrified to talk to people, but opened up so easily once others talked to them?

maybe you should just confess and get it all over with.

—

you opted to just give him a letter anonymously. 

who knew if he would even read it? he received dozens of confessions everyday.

even if he did read it, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

—

if you could, you would eat up your words.

it was much, much worse than you thought.

he had ripped open the envelope, immediately reading the letter with a scowl.

he wasn’t even halfway through when he burst out laughing.

”what the fuck is this?” he snickered, holding onto his locker so he wouldn’t fall from how hard he was laughing.

”what pathetic fucking weirdo confesses from an anonymous letter? are they too terrified to say it to my fuckin’ face?”

he continued reading the letter.

when he was done, he crumpled it up and threw it away behind him, still laughing.

”that’s so goddamn stupid.”

unfortunately, the crumpled up letter hit you on your head.

not embarrassing, right?

well, it wasn’t until scaramouche saw it had hit you.

”oh, sorry,” he exclaimed in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.

”didn’t see you there.”

it would’ve been fine until his next comment, which you unfortunately overheard.

”these dumb fucking bitches. they’re so stupid, can’t even move out of the way. what are they, blind?” he muttered under his breath, tone condescending.

you burst into tears right then and there, unable to stop the overflow of emotions.

you walked away as quick as you could, wanting to kill yourself right there.

”so emotional, and over what?”

his laugh rang down the hallway, following and taunting you.

—

you don’t know what had come over you that day. before that you had always tried to keep your emotions in check, always tried to stop the tears from coming out in front of people you didn't know.

maybe hearing your crush degrade and insult you had just struck a chord or something.

—

weak coughs wracked your frail body, using up the little energy you had left.

you were on your death bed (quite literally! you were laying on your bed while dying).

honey yellow flowers surrounded you, their sickly sweet scent making you feel nauseous.

you choked up another batch of the flaxen flowers, watching them flop forward onto your bed sheets, staining them a dull crimson because of the blood on them.

with half lidded eyes, you stared at the carnations. your mind was hazy, and your vision blurred.

if you recalled correctly, they symbolized disdain and rejection.

how fitting.

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon || Chapter 12: The sun || Chapter 13: The sun || Chapter 14: The moon

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,745

Tw: praise, degration, mating press, smut, p in v, overstimulation

Warning: This chapter is only smut.🧍‍♂️

To the readers who loves smut, this chapter is for you.

CHAPTER 15:

THE SUN

My lips around his length as I bob my head slowly, his hands around my hair—tying it in a messy bun, only using his hands to hold my hair up, pacing himself to rut inside my mouth. I hear him hiss and grunt, throwing his head back against the headboard.

My hands on his thigh to support myself, I pull myself out and lick his base—to his balls up to his pinkish tip, I could feel my arousal pooling down my panties. I suck him back again, “fuck!” he yelled, his hand clenched over to my hair as he loses control and started thrusting my face. Trying to chase his own high.

He sings praises as he face fuck me, “that’s it, darling. Fuck, taking my cock that deep.” I look up at him with my teary eyes, my nostrils hitting his pubic hair. I gag and choke, “that’s right, baby. Choke and gag on my dick, make sure you finish your fucking meal.”

I tear up, chocking and mewling against his cock. He growls and moan, his hips thrusting up. His speed sloppy as his hips stutter and shot his load into my mouth. Keeping me in place so I can take his seeds fully, “good girl.” He hisses and his hips began to spoon my mouth, making short thrust as he pulls out.

His hand covers my mouth, eyes looking down at me. “Swallow.” He demands and I did what he’s told. I swallow and almost gag out, he pulled me by my arm and stood me up. I wobble and almost got out of balance as he threw me in bed, his hip spreading my legs apart.

He kneads and taps on my inner thighs flesh, I look down at his hands—watching his hands grope the inner fat of my thigh, his eyes lingers, full of lust and desperation. “look at her, she misses me…” talking to my arousal, his finger pressing my sensitive numb. As if on cue, my back arch up and my toes curled.

He rubs and flick his finger against my clothed cunt, I sigh and mewl—throwing my head left and right, his free hand pressing my hip down as he drew circles around my sensitive numb, I mewl out his name as he lean over me, his face buried at the crook of my neck, taking a lick and nibbling against my skin.

“That’s right, baby. Let yourself cum with me only playing with your clit.” He chuckle and press harder, making me yelp and grind myself against his finger, trying to get some friction—trying to get his fingers inside me to get some relief.

“such a desperate slut.” He laughs at my pathetic attempt to have his finger on my hole, I whine and weakly hit his shoulder, the pace of his finger sped up—I moan and try closing my legs together, his free hand pushed my right leg down. Preventing to have my legs close as I come undone on my underwear, “that’s right, cum for me.” I hear as my moan grew louder, the one that you could hear in pornography.

Electricity jolts through my body as my back arches, legs trembling and my underwear soaked as I cum.

I choke a moan as I open my eyes to see him lick his fingers, “delicious.” He mutter, his fingertips made its way to the waistband of my underwear—pulling and flicking against my sensitive hip.

“Ouchie!”

I yelp and frown at him, he smiled and apologized, “sorry, Sunshine. You’re just irresistible.” He mutter, placing a kiss on my cheek—slowly pulling my underwear down, I help him get it off by pulling myself up.

He kisses down, from my cheek, neck, down to my chest—sucking my hardened nipples as his other hand made its way to my chest and grope my tits as he suck into it. His hand still groping and pinching, his lips went down to my stomach, then my abdomen. Placing a tender and soft kiss as he made his way down to my leaking cunt.

He's in between my legs, his nose against my sensitive numb as he licks my leaking cunt. I moan and grab him to his hair, taking a deep breathe as I feel him swirl his tongue to my slit—I groan and press my thighs together, crushing him between it.

He hums and slips his tongue it, making me jolt and sob a moan. He pace his tongue in such speed, switching back to teasing me to my slit then plunging his tongue in to fuck my hole in.

I felt a warm sensation coming down to my abdomen, something hot and warm from my stomach as I groan and let a tear slip down my cheeks as I come undone again, but this time—I came to his face.

Overstimulation came, too sensitive to have my cunt be teased and come undone more. I sob at him, “no more… too much.” I let out a whine, tears streaming down continuously. He got up and got to my level of eye contact, “I know, baby. Hush…” he coos and kiss my cheek, nibbling my neck then biting down.

I hiss and my cunt clenched to over nothing, his two hands were on my thighs—groping my fat to ease me up, “wanna take a break first before proceeding?” he asked, I nod and whine.

“how about you pick a safe word hm?”

I think for a moment before finally deciding on a safe word.

“What will be your safe word?”

“Pain.”

I gasp for air as I moan, my head underneath my soft pillow, my front against the soft cushion and my ass up the air, my eyes full of tears as I clenched over my bedsheet.

I could feel his length penetrate my insides, drilling another hole as he molds his dick in, “that’s right, baby. Take it in.” He growls, his hands gripping onto my lower back so hard that it’ll leave bruises. “F-Fuck!” I moaned out, my sweet spot getting abused by his dick.

Taking my head out from my pillow, sweats all over my face, my cheek flush red as I yelp and try to drag myself out, “not today, missy.” He chuckle, pulling out then thrusting all in again. I cried and open my eyes, he stayed inside for a good few seconds, he slow thrust—leaning in as he press his head against the crook of my neck and deeply inhale.

“So beautiful, my beautiful whore.”

He praises, and flips me over—my back on the softness of the bed now, it felt so relieving as my back is so tired and sore from arching. I gasp for air, I knew he’s giving me a breather then fuck me to oblivion again.

I took my time, my exposed form sweating and my chest rising up and down. I mewl out his name, he coos and brush off a tear from my cheek using his thumb. He slowly thrust, overstimulation came over, pain and pleasure mixing together. I moan, his tip kissing my cervix—the stretch too good and painful.

I could use my safe word anytime soon, but fuck it. I’ll endure the pain as long as I get fucked so good and rough, pleasure comes when pain eases, right?

“You good?”

I nod, as I open my eyes and smiled at him faintly. I gasp and let out a pornography moan, yelling as he pulled my ankles—pushed down my thigh together against my chest as he pounds his dick faster, he fuck my inside for me to see stars.

I could see the flash of light before my eyes as he sings degrading words and praises against me, I could only let out pleas and yes as tears continue to roll down my cheeks, the hot sensation burns my face as I feel something knot inside my stomach.

“Come undone to my cock.” He says, he groans and hits harder, “fuck, baby. Your needy pussy going to milk me dry,” he chuckles and readjust his position—his hands gripping my thighs hard, legs spread apart as he leans and thrust it in.

“Fuck! Please… hurt… too much!” I plead, “use the safe word, hun or I’m not stopping.” He says and drills his dick, spooning and grinding to my cunt then pulling out to pound harder. The stretch both good and painful for me to endure now, but I want to know how far my limit is.

I bit my bottom lip as my eyes were my only hope of pleading that he shows mercy, “darling, I stab people for a living, do illegal transactions and send it away. But for you, I stab you with my dick deep inside this cunt of yours, shoot my load inside and give you my future children.” He remarks as he pounds harder as I come undone, white ring around his cock.

Too much, it’s too much, I’m going to say the safe word now.

“fuck baby, yeah that’s right, slut.” He groans, leaning himself back but keeping his hands on my thighs to push back, “I’m going to cum, going to shoot my cum inside you and you’re not letting any drop go to waste.”

“Pussy so good that I am not sharing you with anyone else, my fucking cum dump.” He mutters, his hips finally stuttering, he’s going to cum. He leans and hugged me with my thighs up to my chest, it’s becoming hard to breathe in this position.

“pain! Pain! Paiiiin!” I yelled, overstimulated and too stuffed. I sob as he didn’t stop fucking my insides, he mutter apologies, “fuck, sorry sweetheart. I can’t stop now, I’m going to burst.” He moaned, I cried and weep as his thrust became sloppy. He pulled out and thrust all his dick in as he came inside.

His head threw back, his whole body jolting and flinching from the stimulation, he spoons softly and dump it all in. Letting a good few minutes to pass, he pulled out and flop beside me. I weep and sniffle, my whole body flinching from the overstimulation and quivering.

He pulled me in and nuzzle against me, cooing me and chanting apologies over and over again. I stayed in his arms as my eyes began to tire, his load drizzle down my thighs as I let out a relief sigh.

“Scara?”

“Yes, sunshine?”

“Thank you… for finding me.”

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