#scaramouche i'm gonna kick ur ass when you make a comeback

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

lati, have you ever thought of overstim + scaramouche? a perfect brat ueueueu

hi hi anon!

honestly, yes. scaramouche is such a fucking brat and i'm surprised he hasn't gotten his ass whooped or something bc of how much of a little shit he is. someone needs to put him in his damn place and if it has to be you, fuck it, you'll do it without hesitating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnsfw below !

scaramouche kicks at you like his life depends on it, short puny legs pathetically flailing about like grass in the wind. he hiccups and sobs like the brat he is, pale cheeks flushed so redly you'd almost mistake them for cute little cherries. yes, cute, unlike the bratty, stuck-up man they belonged to. he's drooling, mouth hung open and bitten raw from countless and fruitless attempts at keeping his rather cute moans in.

" n-no..i-i can't-! too good..'s too much..!" he pleads and whines like some kind of bitch, but you ignore him and continue to work your hands fasterーjerking his pathetically hard cock and spreading open his puffy ass with quick wriggles. he deserves it really, for having such a difficult personality and always being such a bitch to put up with. he moans when your fingers abuse and rub his prostate, seemingly trying to curl up into himself, but a tight squeeze of your hand and he stops, only resuming his choked moans.

" please stop squirming, it'll only make things more difficult for you.." scaramouche glares at you with hazy indigo eyes that are filled with erotic ecstasy and you flash him a know-it-all smile, flexing your wrists with each jerk and stretch of your fingers and hands. huh, he was somehow still able to hold up pretty despite you wrenching out orgasm after orgasm from his lithe body, never stopping or giving him a chance to breathe. not like you cared, he deserved it for every little wrongdoing he'd ever done with that sinful life of his. anytime he'd open his mouth, another problem was created just like that.

" ghhiii?! nonono-ooouuhh!!" with sudden shrieks, the indigo-haired man cums again, barely enough spurts of milky cum pushing out of the little slit on the top. he sobs, fat tears spilling down his cheeks as another orgasm washes over him like a huge wave, drowning in the overwhelming feeling of it all until it's all he can think about.

and you don't stop, despite his fervent cries and pleas that he's really sorry and that he'll apologize, so..! no, you keep pushing him beyond his limits over and over, giving him all you have to offer and filling his head with you. and you just give him a gentle smile each time like he's confessing his love to you or something.

he's such a fucking brat.