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Today is a very special day

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

Needy Yandere Scaramouche brainrot. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Nipple play. Fingering. Degradation. Smutty appreciation for Scaramouche's fingers.

This was originally only going to be nipple play, but it turned into a lot more.

Scaramouche always took the opportunity to put his hands on you whenever he could. When he saw you leaning up against the wall, scrolling through your phone, he walked up behind you.

His hands immediately found your hips, caressing his fingers against him as he pulled you back against him. You made a shy, startled noise. That man could walk without a sound, and you wouldn't know he was behind you until he let you know he was.

He put his fingers up under the hem of your shirt, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. He put his face into your neck, sighing when he felt how soft and warm your skin felt. "Don't mind me," He purred, the tip of his tongue flicking out across your neck, "with your hip cocked like it was, you made yourself look so tempting."

The sensation of his saliva coating your skin made you shiver, your panties starting to dampen. You squirmed a little, grinding back against him. He groaned into your neck, the contact making his cock twitch and throb.

Scaramouche inhaled your scent, smirking as he nipped playfully on your skin. "I've barely even touched you and you are already needy," He taunted right next to your ear.

In truth, he was the needy one. You just smelled so fucking good all the time. He needed to smell you, needed to taste you, needed to touch you.

He needed you.

He craved to see you fall apart from his touches until you were clinging to him with desperation in your eyes, begging him to touch you more, to fuck you because his cock inside of you was what you wanted more than anything right now.

You tilted your head to the side, relaxing back against him. Your phone dropped to the floor, gently bring nudged away across the carpet with his foot. Your attention only needed to be on him, anyways.

Before you could say anything, Scaramouche's teeth sank into your skin. Greedily hands dipped up under your shirt and into your bra. You grasped in pleasure, grinding back against him. He chuckled into your neck as he sucked on a fold of skin between his teeth.

His thumbs skimmed slowly over your nipples, flicking them when they started to harden. You whimpered feeling your clit start to throb. "S-Scara, you are making me start to ache for you," You said in a shaky sigh.

Scaramouche pinched your nipples, rolling them between the pads of his fingers. He knew he could make you cum just from playing with your nipples. It wouldn't be long before you were whimpering and writhing against him, your panties clinging wet to your cunt.

The motions only served to make him harder. "Stop squirming, slut," He stroked, and pinched, and flicked, soaking in the sound of every whimper and moan of pleasure you had to offer him. Your walls were clamping around nothing.

And he fucking loved it.

Your hand shook as you took one his hands out of your shirt, and put it between your legs. "Your fingers, please," was all you could manage to say.

"Always such a pathetic slut for my fingers," Scaramouche taunted in your ear. Unbuttoning your pants, his hand slid down into your panties. You grinded needily into his fingers, seeking any kind of friction from them. "Is this what you want, hm?" His thumb rubbed agonizingly slow circles on your throbbing clit.

Your hand flew to his wrist. "Please, Scara, please..wanna cum on your fingers.." You moved his fingers against your entrance. You cried out when he flicked your clit harshly, your knees nearly buckling.

"Quiet, whore," He hissed, plunging his fingers inside of you. He hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, scissoring your walls apart when they clenched around his fingers.

You rocked your hips into his fingers, his other hand continued to play with your nipple. "You better start begging if you want to cum," He bite down into your neck again, increasing the pace of his fingers. "Fucking cry to cum for me."

The pleas poured shamelessly from your mouth. "Can I please suck on your fingers after I cum? Pretty please? I promise I'll be a good girl and cum hard all over them," Pleasure stung hot behind your eyes, his fingers kissing consistently into your sweet spot.

"You want to cum like a fucking slut, hm?" His cock ached and throbbed to be buried inside of you. "You want me to fuck you senseless? Stuff your whore cunt full of my cum?"

"Yes, yes, please!" You cried out, tears falling from your eyes. From the way you were clenching tight from his degradation while he fucked his fingers into you, Scaramouche could tell you were close.

"Be a doll and cum for me, then," He soothed his tongue over the inflamed skin on your neck. The thrill of making you cum on command, squirting all over his fingers nearly made cum right then and there.

The fucked out expression in your eyes when he turned you around, and pushed his fingers harshly into your mouth was exquisite. The look of adoration for him deepened as he made you choke on his fingers.