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#diy irminsul:
rosedom · 4 months
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why i am lowkey obsessed with scaramouche and his fine ass 😞 like id treat him so right, pampering him with kisses and soft touches even if he didn't ask ☹️ i just want him to be loved deeply and cared for 😔 HELP WHY AM I GIVING HIMBO ENERGY
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HAHAHA HIMBO ENERGY IS GLADLY WELCOMED ! i am thinking so hard about this omg. i've never really clicked with most scara x reader cos of how degrading/rough the overwhelming majority of his fics are . . . but this?? yes 1000x yes !!! ily
ⓘ THIS WORK IS FOR 18+ ONLY ,, PRESS KEEP READING TO CONTINUE .
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you're making me wonder just how exactly he'd react to all these gentle touches, fleeting kisses—a puppet like him, surely he's undeserving of such reverance: especially now, stripped from irminsul.
but he's not our dear scara if he's not at least a lil' snarky, at first. "what are you doing?" he'd ask, petulant, even as his thighs are straddling yours. you would be able to feel the warmth of his cunt, clothed as it is, as he presses down and knocks against your cock. having to kiss him quiet, having scara simply melt into you; because for all that toughness he tries to exude, he's nothing if not your dearly beloved.
calling him your "sweet boy, you're so good for me," as you'd tease your fingers across his wet cunt. i know he'd be positively dribbling, but, god—still slather a mess of lube across him, into him, and you'd be rewarded with the softest sounds. scara would play it like he wants it hard, rough; but he can't help the way he craves your gentle touch, your care. i mean, he'd be pushed to the edge because you just used lube—but it's through that lube that it shows how careful you are with him, how you treat him as if he deserves a loving touch.
"you're so—mm, kuni—so perfect for me, darling." he'd whine and cry at your words, at the way your cock slides in to the hilt, at the way your finger would come to toy with his cock. i wanna see him as he comes undone for you, cumming several times around you and taking your spend perfectly, milking your cock as he creams it. "such a good boy."
the way he'd try and clamp tight around you, though, as you go to pull out. scara'd whine and shake his head, still light-headed and a little bit dizzy. he'd ask you—your cock still in to the hilt, a creamy white of either his cum or yours around the base of your cock—, "stay?"
you would simply be in no place to refuse: not when his pretty, pretty indigo eyes are wet with emotion—the good kind, i assure you—, the red of his eyeliner smudging on his cheeks. no, you would not; you would keep him warm in your lap as you gently wipe away his makeup, peppering him in kisses.
you cannot convince me that touch-starved men like scara would NOT love cockwarming . . .
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