bro ik mark whines and whimpers so pretty. i mean, he’s got to be sensitive. like an achilles heel kinda. i mean, he’s practically <title card>, obviously he’s gonna have a spot that’s super sensitive. it’s a mandatory character flaw for characters like that and for the sake of this i’m gonna say that his dick is the weak spot. so obviously he cries so pretty. how could he not, with your hand wrapped around his cock, slowly tracing the veins that run up and down his shaft, giving him a slow pump every once in a while. and he whines so prettily, muscled tummy caving in as he curls in on himself, his hips bucking shallowly, chasing more friction. he lets out the sweetest whine and you just coo and swipe your thumb over his slit, watching as his whole body twitches slightly and he lets out a cute little whimper. and when he finally cums? he’s absolutely gorgeous. head thrown back as he lays back on the bed, his back arched as he squeezes his eyes shut and parts his lips. cum spurts from his flushed pink cock, his hips rocking slightly with each spurt that covers his tummy, and he whines so prettily as he tries to hide his face in the pillows, hands grabbing gently at your wrist and your hips and anywhere he can reach, honestly. and then he’s slumping back fully on the bed again, pretty brown eyes opening to peer up at you as he thanks you for giving him pleasure like that
Can you write about reader giving Scara a footjob please? i love your writing :)
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Gender neutral! Reader x Scaramouche
CW: nsfw, no plot, footjob, bondage? (Scaras hands are tied), teasing, whiny subby Scara with maybe a single sprinkle of dom, begging, edging
Kneeling in front of you he's suddenly not so tough anymore.
A/N: I'm glad you enjoy my writing, this was new to me and ngl I'm a bit flustered, I've never tapped into this direction so I hope I did it justice... Kinda short tho? I don't know, feels rushed, I think I'm used to writing longer things
Not proofread, please heed the cw!
It's an unusual sight.
The proud 6th harbinger, so arrogant and rude in front of his soldiers, kneeling in front of your seated form with just a white towel wrapped around his waist, hands tied behind his back.
You can't help the slight flush on your cheeks as you stare down at him, his eyes refusing to meet yours, looking to the side instead with embarrassment written all over his face.
Suddenly he's not so confident anymore. Even if it was his idea.
He was the one watching you keep your feet nice and soft, taken care of like the rest of you. And he was the one approaching you with this idea.
Shifting his weight around he slightly tugs at his restraints, face reddening even more when they don't loosen even a bit.
Watching him already squirm under just your gaze you can't help but be a little amused, deciding to test the waters by cautiously pressing the ball of your foot against his clothed crotch slightly.
His response is immediate, a small, shaky gasp leaving him as a shiver runs through his entire body.
Biting his lower lip his head falls forward, indigo hair hiding his expression completely, shoulders trembling.
That reaction gives you the courage needed to go further, increasing the pressure you're applying, slightly rolling your foots ball back and forth, trying to get him worked up.
It doesn't take long until you can feel him harden, tent forming.
You run your toes across it's still covered curve before dragging them across his cocks underside, slowly pushing it against his own stomach a bit.
Scaramouche is trying his best to keep his noises in, too stubborn to let you hear his sounds of bliss.
Pulling your foot away causes him to let out a quiet whine that he can't swallow down, watching you slowly undo the fabric and drag it away, completely exposing his lower area to you.
The balladeer tries to take a quick breath only to feel both your soles on his inner thighs, slowly massaging and rubbing the sensitive flesh, teasingly running up his skin but stopping right where he needs it the most.
Leaning forward a bit he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut. He's so painfully erect but it seems you're more interested in teasing him then giving him what he wants.
"Please..." A pathetic sound, never in his life would he have thought he'd be begging for something so degrading but he can't help it.
"Please? Please what?" Your voice is teasing, calm, you're fully aware of what he's asking for but you want to see him fall apart some more.
Tugging at the rope around his wrists he almost whimpers, cursing the idea of tying him up.
"Please just...stop teasing me...just stroke me already..." Stopping himself from biting his tongue he finally mutters out his pleas, swallowing his pride.
Hearing you hum is all the warning and confirmation he gets, feeling your soft feet starting to rub on both sides of his dick, up and down in a almost agonizing slow pace.
Not able to hold back anymore moans start spilling from his mouth, the sensation of you purposefully squeezing his tip almost too much.
"That's it...keep going for me, you're doing so good... All for me..." Mumbling he's praising you like you're the only thing that matters.
Your pace gradually quickens, his precum acting as lube and making the whole thing easier.
At this point his whole body is trembling, thighs shaking, breath fast.
He can tell he's close. And so can you.
So you slow down.
"No...no... please don't..." He's a complete mess, his usual ego nowhere to be seen, skin glistening so prettily.
"Look at me. I want to see your face." It's not a question, it's a demand.
Throat dry he hesitates but slowly looks up when he feels your movement come to a complete halt.
What a delicious sight, his cheeks are blushing red, eyes are glazed with tears of pleasure, his slightly parted rose red lips are swollen from biting, chest is heaving up and down.
Smiling satisfied you roll his cock between your feet, coaxing pretty notes from him as his eyes loose focus and roll back a little.
Resuming your pace you watch his face closely, occasionally letting his dick glide between your digits, sometimes putting some pressure against his underside.
Not long after he empties himself all over your feet without warning, head falling back as you feel it drip down your skin.
Your stare never leaves him as you help him come down from the high he just experienced.
His body falls forward eventually, exhausted as you move to carefully untie his wrists, giving them soothing caresses with your fingers.
"Not a word of this to anyone." There it is, that cocky attitude you know and love. Grinning you just nod and shift to get up, not expecting him to grab you and pull you back down.
"Where do you think you're going? Don't think I'm done with you just yet." A raspy whisper.
I have no drawings to share so i gotta drag my selfship art out of the trenches
I actually wanna make something cool 4 TP inktober day 24 but idk if i’ll have enough time, i gotta catch up on school work + that day im going up north with a friend broken heart emoji
The last one is pretty old, i made it back when i was knee deep in my forsaken fixation. Good times, good times
Great, now anyone cool and famous that I admire has the chance to see this and then they’re gonna think i’m a creep and i’llnevergetintoauniversityorgetajobinanimationandi’llbeunhappyfortherestofmylifeworkinginaboringsalesdepartmentjobofsomefacelessmegacorp…
Meh, I shouldn’t worry about that, this isn’t even that great an example of my work. Sorry if this particular piece is awkward for anyone to see, I just saw a rise in popularity of her on deviantart (no) thanks to people like @akbdrawsstuff and @casetermk and others and I thought I may as well get in on that bandwagon before it crashes and burns and is never seen again.
