today my husband asked me, "toby rogers or me?" which is so funny so i had to remind him, “babe you ARE toby rogers." toby laughed but then he got blurry and the nurse walked in and forced me to take my pills
CAMBOY XIAO. SCREAMS INTO THE VOID. him having a Crush on you and cumming when he reads a text you sent him While ur watching his stream anonymously waaaah
NOW STREAMING: XIAO! DROOLS EVEYRHWRE
RATING— nsfw as HELL!!!
WARNING— sorta sub! xiao x sorta dom! gn reader, modern camboy au, porn with like half of a plot, male ejaculation, whining, “good boy” calling, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, honey, doll) pillow humping, masturbation, a lot of cum and shit like that…
CHARACTERS— xiao! ♡
NOTE— IM HOLLERING OH MY LORD
THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN BLESSED TO BE REQUESTED WITH OH FUCKING FUCK THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
you and xiao were heading home after a tiring morning full of day classes that you had to take for this semester.
walking next to each other, you huffed out a tired groan and looked to xiao. “i didn’t know being an adult would be this tiring.” you complained, feeding into your common nature of moaning and whining about maturity and how hard college was.
“yeah, well at least you were smart enough to get in.” xiao joked, earning a joking nudge and a light chuckle from you. “oh shut up. you’re just saying that because you’re a good boy.” you chuckled, opening the door to xiao’s dorm building and holding it open for him, waiting for him to go inside.
what?
xiao’s eyes blew up into large circles. “i’m— i’m a what?” he said, stopping straight in his tracks, looking like a deer in headlights. you blinked before stopping beside him, staring into his golden eyes that were filled with— arousal? no. that couldn’t be. “i said— i said you were a good boy,” you repeated, confused as to why xiao was so shaken up by your words.
he simply hitched a breath before looking down at his feet and shuffling around in place. you both stood quietly before xiao decided he needed to leave. so, he looked back up at you and bid you a quick farewell, parting ways as fast as he could to get out of such a situation. leaving you dumbfounded and standing alone, he departed from beside you into the building and up the stairs.
once xiao was alone, his mind kept replaying your voice in his brain. good boy. good boy. he even repeated it out loud a few times. your silky smooth tone kept rubbing against xiao’s body, making him pent up and extremely warm.
“gotta do something..” he muttered beneath his breath, pulling out the keys to his dorm room and pushing the correct key into the keyhole of his door. quickly pushing the door open, xiao swiftly pulled off his coat and dropped it onto the floor. “hot. it’s hot.” his brain whined, xiao’s body dragging himself to his room as quickly as he could. xiao couldn’t believe it. yeah, he liked you, but such simple words from you could make him act up like this? how embarrassing..
xiao quickly walked into his room, stripping himself of his shirt and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. he strode over to his computer, quickly logging in and opening his website of choice so he could begin streaming. he didn’t know why he was doing this. maybe it was just that he wanted to be pretty for somebody.
he threw off his shoes and pants impatiently, only leaving him in his underwear. “‘s still too warm..” xiao complained to no one, peeling off his boxers and throwing them on the floor to accompany his other pieces of clothing. out came his cock, already hard and leaking from the tip. “a few words and i’m like this? how pathetic..” he mewled, falling back onto his bed behind him as he began the stream.
NOW LIVE: ADEPTIX!
you sat in your dorm, still wondering why xiao got so flustered whenever you called him something so little. it wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? you were filing through missing assignments on your laptop. bored near out of your mind, when you got a notification on your screen. it read, ADEPTIX is live! Join now! on the pop-up.
you let out a loud laugh, leaning back in the chair you sat in. “oh, so that’s what it was about!” you snickered, clicking on the notification. you giggled to yourself as you watched the screen— your classmate, xiao, spread out on display. everything had began to click. you had turned him on.
the chat was filled with horny beggars just pleading for him to fuck himself, edge himself, and all of this stupid shit that simply brought tears to your eyes. messages after messages like a raging flood simply making your shitty computer lag just slightly, but enough to hear xiao’s moans loud and clear. so, to grab his attention, you donated 100 mora and a request to catch his eyes.
❕ LUSTFULSILK has donated 100 mora! : hump a pillow for me, won’t you, sweetheart?
you smirked as xiao’s eyes lit up at your request. you knew you were his favorite user. always telling him to fuck himself good and calling him pretty nicknames. you watched as you could see xiao’s mouth perk open, yet only strings of moans leaving his lips. “ha—ah! lust— yes, of course— mmgh.!” he whimpered, feeling his own hand stop pulling at his cock. xiao retrieved a pillow from behind him and perched himself on top of it, looking desperately at the screen for some sort of instruction from the user he adored so much.
you donated another hundred mora with another message. “chat, i think we should play with our pretty doll here for a while, should we not?” your message asked for some input, causing an eruption of replies streaming in from the chat. messages reading yes yes yes, over and over again making you cackle from all of the control you had over poor little xiao. you calmed down from your pleasure and reached for your keyboard, punching in another message clipped with some more money. “alright honey, i want you to start off slow.”
you received a whine from the desperate cammer as his hips began grinding against the pillow in a painfully slow manner. xiao’s eyes pleading for you to allow him to go faster. your words from earlier were fogging his brain— he just wanted to be a good boy. he wanted to be your good boy. you watched in amusement, complete pleasure swallowing your body as you smiled contentedly at the sight before you. a ruined, panting xiao humping a pillow as if a lost puppy in heat. his pretty cock bobbed with every thrust against the satin, pretty strings of moans pulled from his throat. xiao wanted to please you. and only you.
“good job. you can go faster.” your message suggested, and with it, a larger sum of mora. xiao’s eyes widened needily at the sound of a comment popping up, his head thrown to the side to read it. “ah— haah— thank you, thank you…!” he sobbed out thanks as his hips bucked into the pillow at a faster speed. this was so out of character for someone so quiet and reserved, who would have known that the straight A student of LU was such a whore?
you’ve known about his camboy life for quite a while, so you’ve been helping him out by sending generous amounts of money that you’ve been harnessing from your extremely well-paying job for the last few months. not only did you get to help with xiao’s student loans, but you got a pretty view to accompany it as well.
“mmh~ can i go faster? please, wanna be good..” xiao’s pretty amber eyes begged into the camera as you perked up and leaned forward to begin typing. you chuckled heartily before sending a message and some more mora his way. “of course, baby. speed up for me.” the message wrote. eagerly, xiao’s eyes caught sight of your message and he began fucking into the pillow faster. he became even more vocal at this point, pushing his hands up to his mouth and holding a knuckle to his open lips as he threw his head back in utter pleasure.
“close— ‘m close— i-“ xiao moaned, cutting himself off with a pretty whimper. you smiled in delight before your brain lit up with an amazing idea. rushing to grab your phone from beside you, you punched in your password and opened your messages. swiftly, you opened xiao’s contact and pressed in some keys before sending him a message.
xiao’s phone buzzed beside him. he looked over, tears brimming his pretty eyes as he weakly reached over, still eagerly fucking his cute cock into the pillow beneath him. the chat went wild, messages of “who is it?1!1?!1?1!1??” and “WTF COME ON” filling the chat box. he pulled his phone up to his face before the screen lit up, and on the home screen, read a playful, teasing message from you.
Can I request an albedo fic?  tying him up and overstimming him. He’s crying & begging for a break but you won’t give it too him. I wanna call him prince and a good boy. I hc that he has a BIG praise kink
OVERSTIMMING THE ALCHEMIST! hot lmao.
RATING— nsfw!
WARNING— dom! gn reader, sub! albedo, overstimulation, begging, shibari/bondage, use of nicknames (“prince” and “good boy”), slight praise kink, male ejaculation, kinda soft ngl, vvv short ‘m sorry
CHARACTERS— albedo <3
NOTE— this request is sexy.
y’all really seem to like albedo. i PROMISE i’ll get the continuation of the other bedo fic out after this I PROMISE
“pl—ease..!”
albedo squirmed, the pretty red ropes binding his wrists together decorating his arms in a blazing abyss of color. his glimmering eyes sparked with tears gathering at the corners.
his pretty mouth hung open, lips slicked with his own saliva. albedo’s whines increasingly getting louder as you pumped his cock. “please, y/n— i’m—“ he cut himself off with a loud moan, thrusting his hips upwards as his body jerked forwards. albedo’s dick twitched as he came for the umpth time tonight, electrifying strikes of slight pain pulling at his abdomen.
you looked up at albedo, his eyes drilled shut and his mouth slacked open. “look at you, little prince,” you cooed to him, making him open his eyes in a desperate rage. “so much cum, and i haven’t even edged you.”
albedo released a shrill whimper of weakness. “can’t- y/n- can’t cum n’ymore…” he thrashed around, his knees getting weaker as your innocent glare pierced through his skull. you simply giggled, continuing your fast pace on his cock. you could feel albedo’s body shaking. ugh. hot.
how delicious he looked right now— teary teal eyes staring down at you, hands above his head, restricting him from any way he could touch you or himself. his hair a fucking mess, and his silky thighs quivering. you’ve ruined him.
“so pretty,” you sigh, grabbing albedo’s ass. he jumped slightly, moaning and melting into your touch as you quickened your pace on his throbbing dick. “so pretty for me, little prince. i wish we could do this all of the time, no?” albedo whined, pulling on the red ropes limiting his movement.
“hurts— please—!” albedo cried, his body convulsing with every pull of his aching cock. “agn— ah—! y/n, i’m-“ and with that, he came again.
a playful chuckle erupted from your throat, watching albedo go limp. and even after he’s gone numb, even after he said he wanted this— you continue. “what a good boy! taking my hand so well, i’m impressed!” you say lightly, your hand gliding up and down albedo’s re hardening shaft.
“no m-more! pl—ease!” albedo whimpered, pulling against the restraints. wet squelching filled the room as albedo’s cum served as a constant lubricant to the mind-numbing pleasure. he blinked back crocodile tears as he shook his head and whined into you. “break! please! gimme a break!”
you looked up at albedo softly. “do you want to use your safeword?” you question, making him hesitate. he didn’t know you’d offer.
albedo eagerly shook his head to deny your request, wanting to indulge in this for as long as he could.
genuinely size kink with sub xiao is so hot,, it doesn’t matter how big your cock/strap is, it’ll make a bulge in his tummy anyway <3 especially with slight mommy kink he’s so cute i love him
(all your works with xiao are so good i love your writing sm)
"Mommy, mommy, 's too much! Look, your cock. I can see it through my tummy." He whines as your press on the bulge, thrusts speeding up as he clings to your neck, moaning into your ear. Xiao's such a lovely baby, taking everything you give him and begging for more, always testing his limits.
His tiny cock slaps against this tummy, tip reddened and swollen. He's ready to cum, but waits for your permission, teary eyes begging for you to allow him. You coo at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, nibbling on the now exposed skin. You chuckle as he shivers in your hold, cock twitching in between the two of you.
"Cum for me. Cum for mommy, yeah?" Xiao rapidly nods at your words, hips chasing yours, crying out as his cock rubs into your skin. The sensation is too much, overriding all his senses. His vision whitens, back arching as his mouth opens in a soundless moan. Saliva stains his cheek, dribbling down his chin from his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he pants, desperate to catch his breath.
Xiao winces as you pump him dry, hips shaking in an attempt to pull away and thrust into your fist at the same time. "I can't, mommy. I want more, but it hurts, feels too good!" Your fist slows as you shush him, kissing his tears away before pulling your hand away. "There, there. Just had to make sure you gave me everything. We'll stop here, pretty baby."
nothing cuter than watching xiao’s tiny cock slap against his tummy as you fuck him. he gets embarrassed, tries to cover his cock with his hand when you fuck him. just slap his hand away and start playing with his cock and watch as he arches so beautifully.
here here take this thing i wrote b4 going back to hw, i’m tired & itching to write but SCHOOL is praying on my downfall so we out here 🤞
warnings: minors dni. sub!xiao x gn!reader, masturbation, voyuerism (i think?), he gets caught moaning ur name 😋 & then u join in….😏
he can’t believe he’s doing this. he can’t believe he’s doing this. but archons, does it feel good.
xiao wasn’t one to indulge himself in his naughty, shameless fantasies, but when they were riding one another’s tail, day after day, it was hard not too. what made it increasingly difficult to avoid such scandalous behavior was the simple fact that it all had to do with you, someone he couldn’t seem to avoid.
“fuck, mmph!” he gasped, head rolling to the side to try and muffle his voice into his pillow, a bit of drool sliding down the side of his face, dampening the fabric.
he wondered how you’d react to catching him in such a state. if you’d call him dirty, filthy, a whore, for falling victim to such unbecoming emotions. or maybe you’d find it hot. maybe you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. maybe you’d call him pretty and praise him for touching himself so nicely.
both thoughts shot straight to his dick that twitched in his hold.
“y/n! please..,” he whined, hips rolling into his wet fist, his pace a messy mix of slow and fast as he struggled to find a happy medium amidst his lust hazed mind.
his fingers danced up the expanse of his chest, hand pushing around the fabric of his top to slip underneath to toy with his nipples. oh how he wishes it your your fingers, your lips, playing with his chest, marking him up in whatever way pleased you most.
“please! m’so close,” he moaned, a warble in his tone as he kept heated tears at bay, pinching and tugging at his nipples as he turned in on himself, pace becoming even more erratic, every nerve of his standing on end.
“oh! y/n, y/n! fuck me, please, y/n!” he cried, eyes squeezing shut as a few tears rolled down his cheek to help soak the pillow further.
“my, my, what a delightful surprise.”
his previously shut eyes shot open, hips unconsciously continuing to hump into his tightly wound fist, the hand at his chest jerking out to grab at the thin sheet that lay pooled around his ankles to try and cover whatever dignity he had left.
“don’t stop on account of me. you’re welcome to keep going, sweetheart,” you chuckle, finding it cute that just moments ago he was unabashedly moaning your name and now he was hiding under his sheets like a deer caught in headlights.
you push yourself off the door behind you, sauntering over to the bed with a devious smile on your face, “i didn’t mean to interrupt. by the sound of it i thought i’d be welcome, but if you’d prefer i left, i’ll go.”
xiao stares at you silently as you brush away the hair that had fallen across his forehead, tucking it behind his ear as you steal a glance his rosy, kissable lips.
“may i?” you ask, fingers dancing along the hem of the sheet lying across his chest.
it takes him a minute but he nods, a soft keen leaving his parted lips as he feels the tease of your finger brushing against his hot, sensitive skin.
“keep touching yourself like that, xiao. cum for me just the way you were, yeah?” you request as the sheet is finally peeled all the way back to reveal his pretty pink cock, taut with the need for release.
he complied, pace returning to what it once was while you indulge him with your doting touch, eyes maintaining contact with his.
“so pretty xiao, so pretty all for me,” you coo, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip, hooking it in his mouth as his moan and whimpers and whines ricochet off the walls of his room.
“but my, how naughty. what were you imagining, hm? we’re thinking of me touching you here?” you drag your hands down his chest, twisting his nipples with a light tug, “or maybe here,” your trailed further down, feather light touches dancing around his thighs.
“need you so bad,” xiao gasps, the coil in his tummy tightening with every passing second, only amplified by the relentless attention you bestowed upon him, “fuck, please.”
“please what, baby?” you coo, “use your words.”
“kiss me, please, kiss me,” he pleads, head lifting off his pillow as he chases after your lips, finally having what he’s wanted for so long right within reach.
you oblige, leaning down to kiss him. you lick into his mouth, wet and messy, chuckling to yourself when xiao mindlessly suckles on your lips, greedily taking as much of you as he can get.
“mmph,” he groans, free hand reaching out to grasp at your shirt, hips jerking forward as he moans long and loud against your lips, finally releasing all over himself and the sheets below him.
his hips slow to a stop, soft pants leaving him when you pull away to admire him in all his post orgasm glory.
“you did so good xiao,” you praise, smoothing away the hair stuck to his forehead with gentle hands, “and though i quite enjoyed the show, perhaps you’d benefit from locking your door in the future, yeah?”
“like you didn’t benefit from my door being unlocked,” xiao clips back, the flush of his cheeks betraying the bite of his tone.
you giggle, pushing yourself off the bed, “i’ll give you a moment to recompose. i have a feeling we have some things to discuss, hm?”
Imagine, holding his hand, while gently pressing on his stomach so the egg slides out easier.... And then when it's almost out, pushing it back in (let's pretend the shell is really strong). Xiao is so confused, but can't focus on that right now, since it feels so good. He would just be crying from all the stimulation. Just repeating that until he comes just from that.
And suddenly, all the other eggs come out really easily, cause of how wet that made him.
Also, using the big strap or a wearable (hope you know what that is) for him after that. Oh oh oh, or even better: one of those oviposition dildos with silicone eggs - 🐉
you did amazing with this ask... *horny grip*
i really wanna see him a mess, babbling that he can't take it anymore. "just one more egg, okay? c'mon be a good mommy and push!" until he finally does, laying that final egg, his head thrown back as he yelps, cumming dry. his face is stained with tears from the overstimulation, his legs twitching and clamping shut as he tries to cover his hole away from you. "no more.. ahh, too much, too good-"
no bc you dont understand just how badly i want to suck kaeya’s dick until hes shaking and breathless. i think it would be so fricking hot :(((
i want to absolutely wreck his mind god is that SO MUCH TO ASK. please sir i want ur cum down my throat and your hand on my hair calling me a good kitten :(((
NS/FT
Warnings: Yandere themes, the term “kitten” being used on reader, reader gives oral (male receiving), cum, kaeya thinks he’s being the dom but really he’s one slopy-joe from being a pillow prince, possessive themes.
No anon, I think YOU don’t understand how bad this ask messed me up… all I could think of for a solid three days was Kaeya and his cock… this is so fucking evil of you… have a drabble as a thanks </3 He’s so hot… it’s truly evil evil evil
Rest is bellow (17+)!
He’s a flirty man, it’s just in his nature. He’s seen and been with his fair share of people but nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the sight of you on your knees for him.
There’s something so wrong about having you be on your knees for him, he’s supposed to be the one devoting himself to you — he gets unnaturally flustered the first time he sees your head peeking at him from between his legs.
“And what do you think you’re doing, my love?” He asks breathlessly, there’s an attempt at a teasing edge in his words but it’s lackluster at best; you easily can tell how much this situation is affecting him.
He knows very, very well what you’re doing and he can’t hide his excitement at the prospect of it. Just the thought of your mouth wrapped around him has him hot and bothered, he simply wants to hear it from your lips and know this isn’t one of the many wet dreams he’s had of you.
He’ll be laying on the bed with his shirt off, sensitive chest open in the air, his pants long discarded to the side and his boxers thrown somewhere far. He looks so pretty like that, his blue hair looks like a halo against the silk sheets of your mattress.
You start teasing him, rubbing your hands up and down his shaft, earning you soft groans of appreciation, even pumping it a few times; it was already hard from long before you’d even started touching him, painfully so, his tanned skin looked red and irritated from the blood flowing through it — it looked like it hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind as long as your hands were caressing it and promising him eventual release.
So, like the nice and considerate person you are; you take him into your mouth.
It’s so embarrassing when he lets out the cutest little yelp at the feeling of your tongue, the way you tease and rub at the parts of his dick you couldn’t fit he’s really big - you know. And it only gets worse when you start using your head, going up and down his shaft — one hand now fondling his balls as the other lightly scratches his cock, sometimes you’d take your hands away and only work your mouth and vice versa and Kaeya swore he was in heaven. Seeing the way you bob up and down, your tongue giving little swirls and licks at his length, he can’t stop himself from grabbing your head and guiding you through the later half of your encounter. He knows he shouldn’t, it feels so wrong but he can’t help but want to help you! You even said you wanted to pleasure him, so you give and and let him use your head as a cute little fleshlight. He’s thanking you through labored breaths, clumsily petting your head as he tried not to be too rough.
It takes a couple more minutes for him to cum, mostly because he’d purposefully ruin his release by taking your mouth off him and sloppily kissing you, but when he does it’s so much you wonder how his balls had been able to store all of it.
He’s grabbing your hair so gently while releasing his cum inside your mouth, softly fucking the white substance into your mouth, you can feel some of it leak down your chin — it’s hot and it smells so much like Kaeya, you almost get high off the smell alone.
“G-good kitty,” he breaths out, his thighs are shaking as he pulls out, dick falling in front of your face, “so fucking good…”
He’s taking a finger to collect the semen that’s running down your cheek before tasting it himself; “Tastes like you and me, hah… I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”
“You gonna swallow me?” He asks, his chest heaving as he sees you nod, you close your mouth and make an audible gulp to let him know you’ve drank it all, “Liked your meal, baby?”
You smile before eying his cock again, just looking at it makes your mouth water — you could feel your mouth longing for the weight of his cock again, “C-can we do it again?”
“You want to suck me off more?” He laughs, as if he hadn’t been fucking your mouth like he was addicted to you just minutes ago, “Aren’t you — hghh!”
You don’t let him finish before you’re licking his tip, you’re not even being rough as you leave kitten licks on his head, he wasn’t lying when he’d said he’d gotten hard again — it’s so easy to just lick the remaining cum that’s still on his dick, he’s overwhelmed from his previous release, it’s so easy to have him become putty in your hands.
“Ah~ Fuck,” he’s throwing his head back, his earring could be heard jingling, as you tease the tip against your mouth, “y-you’re s-so-o good to me-e! I love you, I love you!”
You gargle what is meant to be an “I love you too” but you’re cut off by him slipping the rest of his cock into your mouth. Whatever, you hoped your actions would prove it instead.
It’s not your fault he tastes so good, not that he’s complaining — if you wanted, he’d be more than happy to run himself dry if what you wanted was his dick and cum in your mouth as long as it was only his dick and cum coating your insides.
scaramouche fucking u like its no tomorrow but during aftercare he's so soft :(
pairings: scaramouche + f ! reader
notes: mwahaha you're just giving me an excuse to pull out one of my many scaramouche drafts !! this is proofread but i'm on day two of a migraine so don't have high expectations. sorry for the weird formatting, tumblr doesn't wanna play ball.
warnings: brat taming, dom / sub dynamics, mean dom ! scara, possessive / jealous scara, messy sex, fear play, manhandling, slight hair pulling, face / throat fucking, blowjob, throat bulge, asphyxiation (from deepthroating), degradation, name calling ("whore", "bitch", "pet", ), restraints, control (?), face slapping, very rough sex, tears / dacryphilia, punishments, clothed sex i guess, spanking, very slight cum play, use of safe word, some really sweet aftercare.
w.c.: 1.6k
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
scaramouche pushed you through the door before slamming it behind himself.
"such a fucking brat, y/n. it's about time i remind you that your mouth only has one use." the way your knees buckled as he forced you to the ground told you that you'd fucked up. all you wanted to do was make the harbinger a little bit jealous, so you made heart eyes at some random fatui recruit. you were having a harmless conversation, something about protocols that you couldn't care less about, but any passers by would have assumed the topic was something more flirtatious. scaramouche watched his inferior undressing you with his eyes, frustrations eventually getting the better of him. he practically dragged you away from the conversation and all the way back to your shared home, leaving you where you are now.
he didn't bother undressing, instead pulling out his cock and placing the tip on your lips. precum and drool ran down your chin, dampening the fabric of your shirt. "color?" he asked, tone stern. his eyes scared you more than usual, though the fear ran straight to your core.
"g-green, sir."
that was enough for him to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing the entire length of his cock down your throat. scaramouche didn't care about how you were gagging around him, tears already pricking your eyes at his roughness. your throat burned, constricting as he used you. you gripped his thighs for support, though it made little difference with his relentless pace. he push your hands away from him, "tut, tut. little whore think she's deserved the right to touch me, hmm?" he pulled out of your mouth and grabbed a piece of dark purple rope from a bedside drawer, using it to bind your hands behind your back. you couldn't help yourself from moving your hips against your heels, already desperate for some kind of friction.
"get up. now."
no matter how many times he took that tone with you, you couldn't help but shake in the fear that it instilled in you. your knees were buckling as you tried standing, both terrified and excited about what was in store for you. scaramouche only watched and laughed. he grabbed ahold of the restraints around your wrists, using them to force you onto the bed. you laid on your back, head hanging over the edge as the balladeer towered over you. he brought his hand to your cheeks, softly wiping away some of the tears that had spilled, before drawing back his hand and delivering a rough slap to your wet skin. he repeated this motion a few times. the way your mouth hung open after every hit you took made your throat look rather inviting, so he decided to fill it up again.
this position allowed him to fuck your throat easier. you choked around his length as he sped up, using your mouth like his own personal fleshlight. your cries were muffled by him rutting into you, breathing becoming difficult. you squirmed, though were only met by his arms caging you down against the bed. "where do you think you're going, hmm?" scara knew you couldn't respond to him and that only turned him on even more. the two of you had signals, should you wish for him to really stop his assault on your throat. you were in pain, you couldn't deny that. but you loved when your lover was ruthless with you, using your body as a toy.
at this rate, you would struggle to find your voice again once he was done with you. he could see the faint print of his cock along your neck as he continued thrusting into you. you felt as he traced his fingers across the bulge in your throat, feeling himself growing closer to the edge at how ruined you already were. your pretty face was covered in a concoction of your tears, your drool, and his precum. should you have been once wearing mascara, expect it to be strewn across your face the next time you looked in the mirror. attempts to tell him that you were sorry for how you'd acted out were futile, instead coming out as messy gurgles while you choked on his cock. scaramouche could feel how tight your throat was getting, pushing him closer to the edge. he wanted to bury his cum deep in your throat and watch you splutter.
"waste a single drop and you'll be punished. understand?" your vicious nods were pathetic. he couldn't help but smile at how stupid you looked, nor could he help how hot he found it. his hot seed burned your throat as it spilled from him. scara pulled out, giving you a brief moment to recover. you couldn't help but splutter as he did so. the man crouched next to the bed, admiring his artistry on your face. thick strings of milky white accentuated your features, though he could only respond with that saccharine expression you loved so much. "what's this?" he gathered some of his cum together on his fingers, making sure you could see it despite your head still being upside down. before you could respond, he was wiping his digits on your bruised lips.
scaramouche sat down on the mattress, helping you up. he didn't remove the bindings from your wrists, only using a cloth from his bedside to clean up some of the mess on your face. he then grabbed you viciously, throwing you onto his lap. he pulled up your skirt, barely giving you a moment to adjust before he brought his hand down onto your ass. you wore no panties, per his request. he liked to keep you ready for him at all times, and in all honesty the material always end up in shreds. you whined at the impact, the sting bringing tears to your eyes once again.
"count, you stupid bitch. 's at least fifty for how fucking despicable you've been today."
"w-w-" it was difficult to speak when was treating you like this, let alone with the strain your throat had already faced.
"lost your voice already? did i fuck your mouth that good?" scara mocked. he dragged two calloused fingers between your folds, transfixed by the string of slick that connected him to you. "what's all this then? too bad only good pets get rewarded. now count, you dumb whore."
"on-one," you stuttered. he kept hitting you and you kept counting, the pain going straight to your cunt. crystalline drops began falling from your eyes around the twentieth strike. the harbinger didn't care, only growing more aroused by his pathetic little painslut. you felt dizzy from the stimulation, being pushed further than normal. usually scaramouche would take some time to prepare you, or would at least be somewhat lenient with his punishments. when you felt yourself slowly slipping out of consciousness, overwhelmed at the pain, you decided to call it. not so little as a shred of gentleness was evident in the man's actions until "red" fell from your lips. he instantly halted, nimble fingers making quick work of your restraints and hands rubbing and soothing your bruised skin.
"shh, it's okay," thick globs of tears trailed down your cheeks as you sobbed. scaramouche pulled you into his lap for a moment, letting you cry into his chest. "sorry, my dove, i shouldn't have been so harsh," your cries began to dull as he caressed your hair, showing you a side that was reserved especially for you. "let me get you some water, sweetheart. i'll be quick." scaramouche laid you on his side of the bed, allowing you to breathe in the scent of his pillow. you felt light-headed, whether it be from pain or pleasure remained unclear. your eyelids grew heavy, almost dozing off without a second thought. you were only interrupted by your lover coming back into the room, a glass of water in one hand and a warm cloth in the other. he helped you up, lifting the glass to your lips. your hands trembled as you tried to take it from him, though you felt too weak. instead you just held his wrist with both of your hands, tilting the cup to retrieve some of the liquid. you sipped at it slowly, scaramouche acting ever so patient. he cooed little "well done"s and praised you for being so good as you drank. once you were done, he used the warm cloth to clean up your face. his touch was delicate, a stark contrast to that of before.
"'orry," your weak attempt at an apology only made the man hush you.
"don't be, my dove. it's why we have a safe word. now let me take care of you, please." his voice was silky sweet, filling you with a warmth that could thaw at even the thickest of ice. he kept you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water and products to soothe your aching body. scaramouche removed your clothes with this gentleness before sitting you in the water. he washed you without saying a word, truly communicating his love. he did his best to suppress the guilt he felt for hurting the only person in this world that he cared for, despite trying to rationalize it by recalling your consent. when he was satisfied that you were clean, he would dry you off and help you dress in something comfortable. he'd lay you back on the bed, letting you doze off before fixing himself up at a record speed, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms, protecting you as you rested.
touch starved kaeya would try to get you to caress his cheeks, play with his hair and kiss him! he is so cute that you cant help but give him something he wants, of course your touch!
he would moan as you rode him while gagging him with your index and middle finger. tears would be painted on his cheeks while you continue to praise and pepper him with kisses (*´ω｀*)
“mommy-! t-thank-sss.. you—!”
youll oversimulate him for sure cause hes so well behaved and good when it comes to you. make your movements faster and he will babble nonsense all night.
hi um i finally wrote smth... i bet none of u can guess who this is about...
kaeya's breathing is labored, hands twisting in your hair as you press him back against the desk. his legs wrap around your waist, almost instinctively when you lift him up so he's sitting in front of you. "lick me," he gasps against your lips. "lick me, oh archons, please-"
his voice breaks off into a whine as you trace your fingers over the smooth skin of his hipbones, leaving goosebumps in your wake.
"poor pretty baby," you coo, clearing the papers off the desk behind him to make room. "have you been this needy all day? i'm sorry i kept you waiting~"
he laughs breathlessly when you push him down and spread him open, revealing his glistening cunt dusted with grown-out blue hairs, and grins up at you when he catches you staring. "see something you like?" he asks coyly, batting his lashes and letting his legs drop open further.
the smirk falls from his face when you run a finger down him, spreading his pussy to admire the view. "so wet for me baby, so pretty," you murmur under your breath, making his face heat up, and he thrusts his hips against your hand impatiently. you admonish him with a light slap to his thigh. "be patient or you won't get anything at all."
you lean down to bury your face between his spread thighs and he whines when you lick up his folds to his clit. when you begin to make tight circles with your tongue, his back arches off the desk. "put your fingers in me," he breathes, already sounding debauched. "mmm.. please? i need it."
this time, it's your turn to grin up at him, watching his eyes roll back as you slide a finger inside his hole. sweet whines pour from his bitten lips as you press into the spongy spot inside him, and when you bring your tongue back to flick at his clit, the whines turn into loud moans.
"oh yessssss," he cries out, tossing his head back and forth. "more, please-"
he gasps as you add another finger inside him, and his hands come to rest in your hair with a sense of urgency. "hands off or i'll stop, kae," you warn.
"no- ahhhhh, no please keep going!" he slurs, fumbling desperately for something to grab onto before finding your unoccupied hand and interlocking your fingers with his. the sweet gesture makes you groan against his cunt, and he shivers.
"close!" he whimpers, "oh fuck, i'm so close, please let me cum! please!"
as the thrusts of his hips become erratic, you squeeze his hand in silent permission. he squeezes back, and clings to you tightly as his orgasm washes over him, rutting his sweet cunt against your mouth and crying out your name as his juices run down your wrist.
as he comes down from his high and unwraps his sticky, trembling thighs from your face, you press gentle kisses to his hips. when you feel him relax under you, you slowly pull your fingers out and wipe them off. looking back up at him, you notice a mischievous smile has wormed its way back onto his face, and it's directed at you. "maybe... i could return the favor?"
warnings+ thigh riding. premature ejaculation. light praise/degradation. pet name puppy used like once?not proofread.
side notes+ kazuha is too pretty bye
kazuha looks so pretty, way too pretty sat on your thigh with his flushed face and shaky hands gripping onto your shoulders. you kiss up his neck as your hands grip his sides, his breaths coming out harsh when you adjust him to straddle one thigh and softly nudge him against it. the small gasp he let out was quiet but you knew he liked it feeling his body shudder against you.
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