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ｉｓ ｓｈｅ ｐｅｒｖｅｒｔｅｄ ｌｉｋｅ ｍｅ ? ┄⠀BELA . 21 ⠀━━╋━ cam’s #1 lesbian fanꜝ 🩸

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mainly nsfw content . ageless blog = blocked . 𓂃 short form writer , i do not make series based writings . +++ i don’t tag spoilers , be warned .

🥩 hoyoverse × date everything †

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disappeared for a week cus i lowkey downloaded lads n i’m Addicted to it .. YES rafayel is my favorite and YES i am writing a fic about him

[mochiinery]

if you see an anomaly, turn back immediately

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luka’s ability to switch from being a whimpering mess under you to having your face shoved into the pillows should be studied.

he’d be so willing to be dominated, letting you have your way with him while he just lays there and takes it.

but the second, and i mean the millisecond he sees you falter, it’s like a switch clicks in his head.

it could be the smallest thing too — you letting a whine slip out, or how your nails dug just a bit deeper into his skin than usual.

no matter what it was, luka would notice it.

oh, he’d be so mean about it too — mocking your whines while you tried so hard to knock some sense back into you.

it would be too late though.

luka already had his eyes set on one thing:

making you nothing but a dumb mess under him.

which is exactly what he did.

you couldn’t even process how quick you were flipped over, or how the blonde managed to sink his cock back into, the new angle making you yelp out just from how deep he was.

“that’s all it takes for you to get whiney, angel?”

his thrusts would be mean too — bullying your poor cunt until it hurt, tip brushing against your sweet spot over and over again.

“l—luka, ‘s too—!”

“too much? oh, angel, i know you can take it.”

and if you thought luka was done after you came once, you were severely mistaken.

“don’t tell me you thought we were done, pretty.”

his hand would tangle in your hair, pulling your body so it was flush against his, smooth voice echoing in your ear.

“i haven’t fucked you stupid yet.”

luka wouldn’t stop until you went limp in his arms, choking backs tears as you came for the nth time in a row.

he’d sloppily thrust into you a few more times, spilling his load inside of you with a whine of your name, head buried in your neck.

your body collapsed on the bed, cunt gushing with luka’s cum, eyes barely managing to stay open.

“my pretty angel,”

two of his fingers scooped up the substance leaking from your hole, pushing it back in as luka watched the way you clenched around him.

“think you can take one more for me?”

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i have an issue of working on 16 fics at once n then getting mad when i finish None of them

[barleyo]

Repercussions.

Harper X F! Reader X Dirk (smut)

A/N: i need to be the filling in their toxic sandwich. this is more harper focused because i love her and i need her NOW. enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

Tags: threesome, toxic relationship, dubcon, drunk sex, alcohol mention, cunnilingus, finger sucking, dry humping, overstim

Wordcount: 1.7k

Harper could put up with a lot for the sake of love. Being with Dirk taught her that she was a lot more tolerant than she'd ever admit. She could deal with cheating, alleged or not. Sneaking around and lying could dip below her radar. Arguments were fine, come hell or high water, she could wade through them. Even if she were to be hit, she likely wouldn't leave.

Strong as she was, what she could never ever deal with, what she would never accept, was rejection. Rejection stung worse than any harsh words Dirk could throw her way, worse than any glare or snarl she received. Worse than death. That's why she loved you. You never turned her down—you didn't have it in you to do so. Manipulative, maybe, but it was perfect for her. Someone to love her unconditionally, someone to hold her when Dirk was busy or neglectful. Someone to cry on her shoulder, and a shoulder for her to cry on.

Dirk seemed fond of you as well. For different, more selfish reasons than Harper, but he had a need for you as well. You were quiet. You never chose sides in their arguments, in fact you hardly said a thing. So unlike Harper in that way, as she spoke her mind more than freely. And more than that, you were another body he could have between Harper and himself. If he grew bored or wanted space, he could force you onto her, and she'd accept you as an offering with open arms and sweet nothings.

You were a calm force in their constant waves of passion and hate. It was a perfect match. No wonder they decided to ask you to join them. It was the only logical progression, right? You had seduced them with your calm charm and mild demeanor. Clearly, you wanted them as badly as they wanted you, right?

They found that was not the case when you turned down their proposal. A grave mistake on your part.

You desperately needed a drink, but Beverly had possibly overestimated how much you could handle. 

Blackout would be an understatement of how hammered she had gotten you. Truthfully, though, you needed it. Those two crazy people you had to play referee for, asking you to join their tawdry coupling? Jesus, what did they take you for? This is why you constantly questioned your decision to keep returning to them. Maybe a small part of you felt bad for Harper, and an even smaller part of your sympathized with Dirk, but you could have no part in their relationship! They were insane, you thought, and you likely would go crazy from simply being exposed to them for too long.

No, not an option. Not gonna happen.

"Bev," you said through a hiccup, pushing the shot she poured for you back her way, "I—I can't have anymore. Gotta get to bed."

Beverly nodded in understanding and took the shot, placing it on the far side of the counter. "Yeah, I sorta realized you'd had too much around the fourth shot. Think you can get up the stairs like this?" She braced an arm on the bar and leaned over, watching your pupils stagger in the dull light. "You're the only one here, I wouldn't mind closing up shop to help you."

Harper's familiar voice cut through and interrupted you. 

"That won't be necessary, I can walk her out," she said, placing an eerily strong hand on your shoulder. 

Beverly was no idiot, but she did still have the whole bar to close. She knew the best idea would have been to take you to your room herself, and that Harper's vibe was seemingly off, but she knew Harper. She trusted her, because for all intents and purposes, they were friends! Neighbors for years! Beverly knew Harper could be a little beside herself, but she trusted her—God honest, woman to woman, she never would expect her to do something harmful or cruel. So, she let you go.

"Well..." Beverly ran her hands over the smooth wood of the countertop and sighed, giving Harper her best smile, "just get her in bed, okay? She's had an awful lot."

"Of course, Bev!"

Everything about this felt wrong. You were too drunk to stop it, but you could sense it. Every part of you screamed to escape, but Harper's hands were scarily strong.

She dragged you away, just to the end of the staircase. You were so close to being safe in your bed, but the arms that pinned you to the banister stopped you. 

"Why?" was her first question. Her voice was strained and breaking when she asked, like a rubber band stretched too far, thin and ready to snap. The liquor on her breath fanned over your cheeks. Seemed she had her own taste of liquid courage as well. "Am I not good enough for you?" she asked, sounding more accusatory than anything. "Because, I could be whatever you need. What do you want, huh? You want me to beg? Want me to cry for you?"

She may have been volatile while sober, but she was simply crazed while drunk. You felt a crescendo of conflicting emotions pass over you. Pity, of course, for the broken beauty in front of you. Fear, naturally, for the beast hidden within that beauty. Lastly, arousal panged in your gut at the way she held you in place. 

"Harper," you start, voice slurring.

"Don't 'Harper' me." She got in your face, nose nearly grazing yours. "I know how Dirkie treats me. I know he comes and goes as he pleases, but I gave up on him years ago." Her bottom lip trembled slightly, but she cringed and pressed her lips against yours to stop the flood of emotion. Unwanted, lipstick smearing kisses splayed over your mouth between her words. "You can't leave me, though. If I don't have him or you, I—" she paused, a light flickering in her eyes. "Being without you has hurt me so bad. Don't you know what it's like to hurt like that?"

You knew you couldn't push her off of you, and even if you could, would you even bother trying? Would you dare to rip this clearly broken woman away from you? Would you toss her to the side carelessly, like so many others had done? You couldn't. Wouldn't. No matter how much you wanted to.

"Maybe we've got to show you. Make you feel what you've done to us." She took a half step away from you, putting a hint of space between your bodies. 

You immediately questioned that, feeling your body run cold at the ominous tone in her voice. "Us?"

Dirk's calloused hands wrap around your waist and yank you towards his chest. In the darkness, where you can't see him, it feels surreal. Like a real life horror, or a tale of caution. You feel a flashing warning sign wanting to go off in your head, but the warmth of his breath and body are just too familiar for your senses to go off. 

"You're fuckin' crazy if you think you're getting away from us," he says, slipping his hand tightly over your mouth. 

"You're hurting them, Harper," Dirk's fingers had found their way into your mouth long ago, prodding your sensitive throat with force. "They keep biting down." 

Harper glared up at him from her spot on the floor. Her head had been pressed between your thighs for God knew how long. It had started to hurt, but she was jaded and took your moans of anguish for that of ecstasy. 

"That's your problem, you think everything is everyone else's fault. You know where people say you'd be without me?"

"Without you, I'd be free as a fucking bird. Wouldn't have to hear you nagging me about every little thing," he spat, curling his fingers down your throat. He held back a gratified hum when you gagged around them. "Maybe I'd find someone who actually had an off button!

She ran her tongue especially hard against your cunt at that, yanking your hips forward in a petty attempt to get you out of Dirk's arms. The tug-of-war was starting to take a toll on your body. Small bruises lined your hips and ass, littering your body with reminders that you'd feel in the morning.

"Like anybody else would have you, Dirkie. Be honest with yourself, you aren't exactly a catch." She felt his free hand creep down your chest and she swatted it away, squeezing your tits blindly with her own greedy palms. "Everyone's dying to get with an emotionally unavailable cheater, right?"

"Oh, fuck you! You're so high and mighty, aren't you? I'm not cheating, but maybe I should be!"

Harper's brows furrowed together. "Stop it," she said lowly, warning him.

"Why can't you be more like her, huh? Just taking it quietly." Dirk kissed your jaw while staring at Harper. His attempt to make her jealous just made her angrier. "You never get in my business or piss me off, baby. That's why we're treatin' you so good." His lips ran down your neck and her latched on. 

"Yeah, well I wish you were different too, Dirk. I'm actually glad she's grateful and isn't a prick all the time, unlike you." Harper forced your stance wider and licked a thick stripe through your folds. She hummed in appreciation when you let out an overstimulated moan. "See?" She asked, voice mumbled with her tongue still sticking out, feuding against your abused clit. "Not afraid to tell me she loves me. A certain someone could learn from you, honey," she said, batting her lashes up at you.

You felt insane. Adrenaline and sex mania ran through your veins at every word. 

Worse than that, though, you finally started to give in. You gave into the way Harper's head fit perfectly between your thighs. You leaned into Dirk's erection pressing into the small of your back. 

"H—Harper," you squealed, feeling your umpteenth orgasm crashing down on you. Your legs nearly failed under your weight, but she held you up and finally pulled away.

"Shh, I've got you. We both do, right, Dirkie?" All the earlier fire in her voice had been replaced with thick, syrupy need. 

Dirk grunted, slowly rutting against your ass, hands holding your hips far too tight. "Always".

You gave into the both of them, even though you knew it was the wrong choice, because "wrong" doesn't always mean "bad." It just means "wrong."

You could stand to be wrong about Harper and Dirk. So wrong, it feels right.

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something i love about oikawa is that he is such a brat enabler. unlike other characters who'd make you work for their affection and get off on punishing you, oikawa is the rare type of man who freely showers you with love and attention no matter how poorly you behave or how busy he is.

if you say he's not paying enough attention to you, he'll start coming home early from practise and every damn second he's not on that court (water breaks, changing clothes etc) he spends with his phone in his hands texting you.

and you can genuinely do no wrong in his eyes. even if you are terribly mean to him, he'll just give you a tight hug and teasingly call you his "moody little angel". at a restaurant, if you were to ask him if you can eat his meal instead, he would immediately switch plates with you. even if you (hypothetically) asked him for a one-sided open-relationship where you can go date other men ansfnd he has to stay loyal to you forever, he'd shrug it off and just call you a vixen or something.

like it's so easy to spiral into becoming worse person with oikawa because he always lets you get away with everything. all the time.

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at the same fucking time bro like

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SHY, SHY, SHY ! cam ( date everything )

fem!reader ⸝ sexual content ⸝ mentions of anxiety ⸝ cam is a warning himself ⸝ reader is inexperienced ⸝ heated make out session ⸝ thigh riding ⸝ teasing ⸝ dirty talk ⸝ neck kissing & biting ⸝ slight degradation ⸝ nipple play ⸝ light choking ⸝ manhandling

to put it simply, you were an anxious person.

it didn’t help that you now had a house full of sentient objects, each of them possessing varying personalities.

you got along with some of them, the ones who kept to themselves mostly, not seeming to mind that you weren’t one for talking.

of course, there were a few who didn’t quite understand why you were so, well, distant.

deep down, you wished you had the confidence to talk to them all, to not have this aching feeling of anxiety at every moment of your life.

however, what shocked you the most, was that out of everyone, your trash can seemed to be most normal with you.

cam wasn’t very talkative upon first meeting him, which honestly made things better for you overall.

the two of you would have small conversations whenever you’d offer him another piece of trash, usually consisting of cam rambling about the item.

it wasn’t much, and it surely wasn’t anything more then friendship — but, you’d grown fond of him, in your own way.

there were not expectations when talking to him, no worry of offending him (besides that one time you indirectly called him gross, but he let it slide), just someone you could confide in when you were wandering the house.

cam didn’t hate your company, he probably enjoyed it the most out of anyone.

he picked up on your anxiousness quite quickly, your body language spoke louder than the way you’d fumble over your words.

there was one time, however, where he made the slightest flirty gesture towards you.

“back again, already? seems you can’t get enough of the can.”

it was harmless in his head, something to make you smile or even giggle.

but what he didn’t expect was to see your face beet red, eyes wide while you practically choked on your words.

you didn’t talk to him for three days after that.

not because you weren’t into him, but because you were.

you’d spent those three days repeating what he said in your mind, analyzing his tone, his body language — absolutely everything.

was he into you? or were you overthinking it entirely?

well, you couldn’t avoid him forever, so you just prayed he wouldn’t mention it.

unluckily for you, cam couldn’t wait until you two talked again.

if just a small pick up line like that had you flustered?

oh, he was going to have fun with you.

the next time you went into the kitchen, dateviators snug on your face, he was already there waiting for you.

“thought i scared you off the other day.”

“s—sorry, ‘m just not used to um, well—,”

“people flirting with you?”

you nodded, trying to avoid eye contact with cam as his eyes were practically glued to you.

“hm, shocking.”

“what— what do you mean?”

“well, you’re hot, so it’s just shocking no one’s tried doing it to you.”

if you could’ve melted to the floor, you’d be a puddle.

“c—cam,”

cam took a few towards you, his body invading ounce of your personal space, towering over you.

yet, you didn’t move.

your eyes peered up for just a second, locking with his before looking away.

“y’know how hard it’s been for me? not seeing you for days?”

“i—i’m sorry.”

“yeah? you’re sorry?”

his hand cupped your chin, tilting it upwards so you were forced to look at him.

even then, you tried to avoid his eyes, darting your own to the wall next to him.

“c’mon, look at me.” his voice was laced with nothing but amusement, enjoying how much he was able to work you up.

finally, you met his gaze, pupils dilating at the mere sight of cam being so close to you.

cam guided his thumb to your lower lip, tugging the flesh as he swiped it across.

“anyone ever kiss you before?” he teased, a knowing grin on his face.

you squinted your eyes at him, pouting slightly.

“i’m not that inexperienced.”

“sure you aren’t, babe.”

he leaned down towards you, his face now inches away from yours.

your body felt hot, a lump forming in your throat as cam’s lips brushed against yours.

“do you wanna kiss me?”

“j—just do it already!” you yelped out, eyes closing in preparation.

“nah, you gotta tell me you want it.”

god, he was going to be the death of you.

“please— please kiss me.”

and with that, his lips pressed against yours.

you quickly realized cam wasn’t gentle, hell he was far from it.

the kiss was nothing but a mix of teeth and tongue battling each other, and all you could was sit there, whining against his lips.

all you could taste was cam and the blood oozing from your lips, lips bruised and red from just how rough he was.

his hands were everywhere — your waist, your hips, even your chest.

cam pulled away for just a moment, admiring how worn out you already looked.

without a thought, you reached out towards cam, pleading him to envelop you once again.

“already want more? how needy.”

so once more, he took your lips, somehow even more aggressive than the last time.

one of his hands trailed to your neck, squeezing it lightly to test the waters.

with the way you moaned against him, he took that as a sign to leave the hand there.

cam’s free hand tittered with hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly to expose your bare skin.

the feeling of his hand made you pull away from his lips, heavy breaths pushing past your lips.

“c—cam,”

“fuck—, c’mere.”

he grabbed hold of your wrist, dragging you along with him to the couch.

you watched him sit down, legs spreading as his arms stretched against the back of the couch.

“um—.”

cam patted his thigh, a certain glint in his eyes while he did so.

for a second, you didn’t move, that anxious feeling clawing at your back once again.

“i c—can’t,”

“don’t get shy on me now, babe.”

you shook away all the thoughts for now, cautiously approaching where cam was, settling yourself on his lap.

cam’s hands went to your waist, manhandling your body so it was sat atop his thigh.

“w—what are you—!”

with his sheer strength alone, he moved your body across his thigh, watching as you shot your hands up to his shoulders.

“you like that?”

when you didn’t reply, he did it again, harder this time.

your head fell into the crook of cam’s neck, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

“nah, don’t do that.”

cam tangled one of his hands in your hair, gently pulling your head up.

he sat you still for a moment, observing you quietly.

you shifted on his thigh, attempting to gain just an ounce of friction back on your clothed warmth, desperate for the stimulation again.

he threw his arms behind his head, eyes trained on the way you squirmed nervously against him, not knowing what you should do.

you knew you wanted more — you needed more.

so, you looked up at cam with those desperate eyes of yours, begging him to tell you to do something.

“p—please, cam—,”

“sound cute when you’re beggin’, babe.”

his hands didn’t come back to your waist though, and for a second, you were confused.

the man sighed, bouncing his thigh to knock your head straight.

“i gotta spell it out for you? ride my thigh.”

“r—ride it? like myself?”

“what? too embarrassin’ for ya?”

you shook your head, hands bracing on his shoulders before starting to move with slow, cautious strokes.

in just a few seconds, you were an absolute whining mess — rutting against cam’s thigh like a bitch in heat.

it took everything within cam to not pin you down right there and fuck his cock into you.

but, that was something for another day.

he needed to get you used to every little feeling he was giving you right now, his own selfish needs could wait.

“w—want, fuck—.” you finally managed to get something other whines past your lips, hooded eyes staring down at cam.

“hm? you want somethin’, babe?”

“touch me— wan’ you to touch m—me.”

oh, cam couldn’t help how wide he grinned at your words, thoroughly enjoying the way you slowly broke down in front of you.

he’d make you just as filthy as him in due time.

“so fuckin’ greedy when you’re worked up.”

“n—no—,”

“no? just look at yourself—,”

his hands were on you in an instant — one on your waist while the other snuck up your shirt, teasing the flesh of your tit.

“that’s—!”

“one fuckin’ touch from me ‘n you’re a mess.”

he wasn’t wrong, you knew he wasn’t.

but, even you couldn’t comprehend how depraved you were acting.

something was boiling up inside you, setting your entire body on fire.

“c—cam, feel s—so—!”

“you gettin’ close?”

“y—yes, yes!”

cam took this as sign to take your nipple between his fingers, twisting and tugging at it while he leaned forward, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.

every single touch he left on you only made you edge closer and closer to your high, eyes squeezing shut as you could only let of whines of his name.

“yeah, that’s it — fall apart for me, babe.”

then, he dug his teeth in your flesh, sucking on the area like his life depended on it.

you couldn’t contain yourself any longer, your movements on cam’s thigh were erratic, nails digging into the flesh of his neck.

“cam—, ‘m gonna—,”

“cum for me, slut.”

cam cursed himself for letting that slip out, peering up at you quickly in case it caught you off guard.

what he didn’t expect to hear was the borderline pornographic moan you let out, head thrown back as you came all over his thigh.

now the man couldn’t stop talking as you came — it was like a lock came undone from your reaction.

“yeah, make a fuckin’ mess all over me.”

you went to slow down, but cam didn’t let you, his hands glued themselves to your waist to keep you moving.

“nah, we aren’t stopping now,”

“c—cam—, i can’t—!”

he slapped your side lightly, making your entire body stop resisting as he forced you to keep going.

“you can, i know you fuckin’ can, babe.”

his lips brushed against your ear, tongue licking the flesh before he whispered to you.

“gonna turn you into my filthy little slut.”

yeah, you were fucked.

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so cam trash can…

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dirk shoving a pair of your panties in your mouth, his cum stained into the material.

“get ‘em nice and clean, pretty.”

your tongue darted out, licking the sticky substance off, eyes big and wide with euphoria.

“such a little fuckin’ perv, aren’t you?” he teased, hand cupping your jaw as he watched the way you giggled against the cloth.

“mmmhm—!” you muffled out, feeling dirk’s cum slowly trail down your throat.

“you wanna know a secret, baby?” the man asked, a grin apparent on his face.

you nodded, a bit worried but excited at what he could possible tell.

dirk leaned down, his mouth next to your ear, chuckling lowly before speaking.

“it ain’t even my cum in there.”

for a moment, you thought he was joking.

he was just trying to get a reaction out of you!

right?

it wasn’t until you were about let out a muffled response that a third voice caught your ear.

“do i taste good, hottie?”

you froze, blood running cold, your tongue darting back into your mouth.

cam slowly approached where dirk was in front of you, the two men crowding your vision entirely.

“how about we get real fuckin’ dirty tonight, babe?”

dirk peered at cam, grinning slightly.

“you don’t mind, right?”

“nah, been waiting to get my hands on her,”

the trashy man leaned down towards you, tangling one of his hands in your hair.

“let’s see how many loads we can pump into her guts.”

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omg i saw you rb my post then i realised that you're the one who wrote THE cam thirst , like THE trash cameron thirst that ended my life and then gave my life back 🙏 your vision is unmatched

just fell to my knees omg you’re writing is so good Please write more cam stuff we must band together to feed the fans

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why r vape flavors always named the most random shit like who the Fuck is tiffany and why does she taste like kiwi watermelon

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CONSUME ME . childe ( genshin impact )

fem!reader ⸝ mean!childe ⸝ unrequited love (or is it) ⸝ manipulation ⸝ obsessive behavior ⸝ mentions of blood ⸝ p in v ⸝ size kink ⸝ degradation ⸝ minimal praise ⸝ face slapping ⸝ forced creampie ⸝ anal play ⸝ spanking ⸝ sadomaschism ⸝ slight happy ending (?) ⸝ childe doesn’t understand his feelings for reader ⸝ reader is lowkey insane ⸝ sorta ooc childe

﹙ based on cure by akugetsu & park byeong-hoon ﹚

love was obsession.

obsession was love.

even through the pain.

especially, through the pain.

you let him hurt you, over and over again.

maybe that’s why he kept you around.

to use you, to break you.

perhaps it was the control he had over you.

the way he’d say one word and you immediately obeyed.

“let me hurt you tonight, m’kay?”

god, you should have been disgusted.

who would let someone treat them like this?

it was a hunger — a hunger you didn’t know how to control.

anything he wanted, you did.

so, you let him do what he pleased.

which is how you ended up here — bruised and bloodied on your knees for him.

a deranged smile plastered on your face, blood dripping from your nose, forming a puddle beneath you.

his hand wrapped in your hair, tugging it harshly as he landed a slap across your face.

“you’re so fuckin’ sick, y’know that?”

“m—mhm, ‘m sick for you.”

childe couldn’t resist the grin forming on his lips, eyes dark and predatory.

“god, you’re pathetic.”

you felt another slap before he pushed your head into the ground, cheek pressed firm against the concrete.

even then, your gaze never left him.

“you gonna be good for me, yeah?”

“y—yes.”

and you always were.

never once did you complain, even whine about it being too much.

because nothing, to you, would ever be enough.

childe stood up, walking behind you before settling on his knees, a hand groping at the flesh of your ass.

he ran his fingers up and down your slit, your juices coating them entirely.

“don’t even have to prep you today.”

you heard his belt unlatch and the sound of fabric rustling before feeling his tip tease the entrance of your cunt.

and then, he slipped in, your walls fluttering around him.

the stretch hurt, but you loved it, you craved it.

he never gave you time to adjust, his cock already pumping in and out with such vigor it made your head spin.

each thrust made his tip press into your cervix, bullying the poor organ over and over again.

“fuck— stop squeezin’ me like that.”

it wasn’t on purpose, you just loved the way he abused your cunt.

childe wasn’t gentle, wasn’t nice — he was just mean.

and you couldn’t help how much you loved it.

without thinking, you started bucking your hips against him, trying to match his pace.

“did i say you could fuckin’ do that?”

“n—no, ‘m sorry.”

he let out a small tsk, lacing his fingers in your hair, forcing your body up to press against him.

a calloused hand wrapped around your throat, thumb pressing into your pulse, cutting off the airway.

“do that again and i’m fuckin’ your other hole, got it?”

“mhm, g—got it.”

he released the hand from your throat, slapping your thigh harshly with a chuckle.

“bet ya’d like if i did that anyways.”

thrust after thrust went by, the only sounds in the room were your whines and childe’s low groans.

at some point you ended up on your back, knees pressed into your chest, a hand gripping your cheeks together.

you could tell childe was close, his movements growing sloppier, groans slowly turning into whines.

“y—you’re gonna cum soon, can f—feel it.”

there was always one rule the man had —

he wouldn’t cum in you.

no matter how many times you begged, he always said no.

but this time, you weren’t letting him pull out.

you needed to have every part of him.

inside and out.

his head fell into the crook of your neck, biting into the skin to muffle the sounds forcing there way out of his throat.

“w—where do you want it?” he asked, slowing his thrusts down as he prepared to pull out.

when you didn’t answer, he leaned up, hand slapping against your cheek in annoyance.

“are you dea—!”

in mere seconds you had him flipped onto his back, your hand pinning his wrists above his head.

“what the f—fuck are you doing?”

“making you cum.”

oh.

oh fuck.

your hips started moving, ass bouncing against his thighs as you clenched around his cock, forcing it to stay inside you.

“s—shit, you’re gonna—,”

“c’mon, p—please, wan’ you to fill me up.”

childe tried to break free from your grip, but every time you’d stop moving, looking down at him with those crazed eyes of yours.

“i n—need it, need to have all of you.”

“y—you’re fuckin’ insane.”

your mind flipped in on itself, all rational thinking disappearing before landing a heavy smack against his face.

and childe fucking whined.

“i—i’m not insane, don’t say that.”

you leaned down, face inches from his own, caressing the red mark on his cheek.

“i l—love you, there’s a difference, don’t you know that?”

it was like a coil snapped in childe, a mixture of pure anger and lust fueling him to snap his hips up into you.

“fine, you want me to fuckin’ cum in you?”

he ripped his hands from yours, grabbing hold of your waist to slam your back into the ground.

childe pushed your thighs into your breasts, folding your body in half as he fucked into you like rabid dog.

“gonna breed this greedy little cunt,”

one of his hands snuck down to your empty hole, pushing one of the fingers inside as he looked up at you with a manic expression.

“then ‘m g—gonna breed this fuckin’ ass.”

that was all it took for you to explode, liquid gushing from you as your walls suffocated childe’s cock.

he didn’t last long after that, thrusting once more before spilling his load into you, coating your walls white.

you babbled out a mantra of thank you’s, drool leaking from your mouth, pupils dilated beyond comprehension.

childe pulled out of you with a groan, watching as his cum slowly started to leak from your cunt.

his fingers scooped up the substance, shoving it back into your hole to make sure it really took.

“wonder if you’ll get pregnant from that.”

he leaned over you, eyes trained on your fucked out expression, a dopey grin on your face.

“heh, ‘m on the pill.”

for the first time, you saw him smile.

not one of his mean ones, but something much softer.

“course you are, fuckin’ tease.”

the two of you were silent for a few seconds, simply staring at each other before the man finally placed a kiss onto your forehead, pulling away almost instantly.

“childe?”

“ajax.”

you cocked your head to the side, confused at his statement.

“my name, it’s ajax.”

oh, you couldn’t help but smile.

“you’ve never told me anything about yourself.”

“well, i just did, didn’t i?”

he heard you giggle, arms wrapping around his neck before landing a quick peck on his lips.

ajax felt something, the slightest tinge in his heart from the sound of your voice.

it’s nothing. he thought, trying to hide the way his face slowly flushed over.

“don’t— don’t get used to it.”

you felt him move off of you, standing tall before offering his hand.

“think we both could use a shower, yeah?”

your hand intertwined with his, pulling yourself from the ground.

“mhm, sounds good.”

maybe love didn’t need to hurt.

maybe, just maybe, he could finally be yours.

© pervoshi

[pervoshi]

the voices r telling me to write a childe fic in 2025

[realcube]

date everything cheat code: if you ask cam for angry sex after he gets mad at the remarks you made, it's an automatic love ending!

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tw + tags // nsfw mdni. vaginal, rough sex, heavy degradation, demeaning nicknames, impact play, slight daddy kink, slight anal, creampie, slight oral (f! receiving) & squirting — 3.7k

after he blew up on you the other day, you've been trying to give him some space. albeit, it's been difficult due to the guilt that has been nagging at you the entire time, and his harsh words echoing through your mind over and over again. you truly feel terrible for what you said and you want nothing more than to make amends.

hence, when you sense that enough time has passed for him to cool down, you give it another go by approaching him in the office. tactically chosen so that if he gets upset again, there's no plates within arms-reach for him to throw at you.

once your dateviators awaken him, you see him sitting on the floor, slumped against the side of the desk. walking toward him from behind, you can't see his face but you can just tell by his demeanour that he's still grumpy. although you're unsure if that's his regular sulkiness or if it's targeted at you.

regardless, you pad towards him with an immense caution, as though you were nearing a wild animal. "cam? you alright?"

he doesn't even look over his shoulder to meet your eyes, he just keeps his head hung low and grunts, "if i say yes, will you leave me alone?" now that you're close to him, you can see that he is idly toying with the tuft on the yellow rug beneath him.

"uh, no." you snicker to yourself, but cam doesn't seem amused. with a sigh, you slump down across from him; sitting a few feet away so you're not intruding on his space. only then does he spare you a brief glance, and you're able to see dark eyes from behind his hair. this moment of acknowledgement doesn't last though, as he almost immediately goes back to sulking and ignoring your existence entirely.

"look, i'm sorry about what I said to you a couple days ago." you explain, with a genuine twinge of remorse in your voice that you pray he picks up on. and when he doesn't respond, you elaborate, "it was insensitive and rude. i really didn't mean to disrespect your lifestyle."

"if you didn't mean it, then why did you say it?" he scoffs hastily, as though he's been sitting on that question. yet he still doesn't do you the courtesy of looking you in the eyes.

"i didn't have enough specs points to be nice to you." you sigh defeatedly.

cam's expression pinches into a scowl, and he spits, "what the fuck does that even mean?" there's a growing animosity in his tone, like he's growing impatient with you excuses. he's not usually so hot-headed but there's something in particular about you that gets under his skin. with a sharp inhale, he states firmly, "just drop it. you think i'm gross and that's it. if you were really sorry, you'd leave me alone."

piercing silence rings between the two of you, while you simply sit and gape at him. astounded that he wouldn't even hear you out; but maybe he was right, you shouldn't have said those things in the first place — yet a part of you knows it was out of your control. the familiar feeling of guilt and shame swirls in the pit of your stomach, making you deeply nauseous at what this interaction has devolved to.

his eyes bore into you, scrutinising every small, jagged movement of your lips as you struggle to ask, "are you seriously mad at me?"

cam scoffs a chuckle as he rolls his eyes, then snaps, "what do you think?"

that was that, then. you are pretty much doomed at this point, and guaranteed to get a hate ending. not even keith's candies would be able to salvage this. so, if he's going to hate you regardless, why not suggest something entirely unhinged, just to seal the deal?

"well, if that's the case, do you think we could we could at least fuck before the hate ending card?" you ask, innocently. and it's like cam is instantly electrocuted by your words; you watch as his whole body stiffens, and his nasty scowl quickly shifts into more of a baffled grimace.

"w—what are you talking about?" he stutters, snapping his head to the side to avoid eye-contact with you, yet you can still see the deep blush creeping across his cheeks, " 'hate ending card'? 'specs points'? you're not making any sense."

"yes, i am." you hum, slowly shuffling closer to him, and with each inch of space that closes between you, his grip on the rug tightens until his knuckles are painted white. "you think i'm annoying, right?"

"more than anyone else in this whole damn house." he says through gritted teeth, peeking at you out of the corner of his eyes (inwardly scared of what he might do if he fully meets your sultry gaze.)

"and you're upset with me for whatever reason—"

"for saying stupid shit." he corrects, whipping his head around so you can see his aggravated yet flustered expression. and to his dismay, you simply smirk and continue in a sensual whisper,

"so why don't you show me just how angry you are?"

there's a beat of silence, wherein you've shifted so close that your body is mere inches away from his, and you're gazing at him with pleading eyes. during this time, he glances between your sweet face and that fantastic red shirt you've got on — truthfully both turn him on more than he'd like to admit.

and you were right. he did find you incredibly annoying and grating, yet there was still a small part of him that was quietly hoping you'd come back to bother him some more. it was an entertaining dynamic: you'd say something audacious, he'd yell at you, then you'd grovel for forgiveness. he thought one day you might be so desperate that you'd get on your knees and beg for it.

so maybe it was cruel of him to pretend like he wants nothing to do with you, when in reality, he's praying that you come visit him and cause a stir. but maybe his secret agenda wasn't such a bad thing, as it means he can finally do this:

in a rush of adrenaline, you push over so your back is against the floor and cam is hovering over you. then, before you even have a moment to react or utter a single word, his lips come crashing down against yours, engaging you in a rough kiss while his hands waste no time in trailing down your body and tugging at your shorts.

his mouth works fiercely against yours, taking control of the kiss and practically shoving his tongue down your throat while bruising your lips in the process. you can feel him smile as the small gasps you make, or maybe he's amused by the way your lower body shudders when he rips off your shorts.

his fingers attempt to delve between your legs, but your knees are locked together in embarrassment at your newly exposed form. from the waist down you're clad in nothing but your skimpy underwear and socks. irritated by the interruption, cam parts from the kiss, only so he can glare down at you and hiss, "what? don't tell me that you're all shy now?" his messy hair hanging down is brittle against your skin, and obscures your vison slightly, "you're the one that fucking asked for this. so be a good slut and spread those legs."

it was less of a request and more of a demand, emphasised by the fact he proceeds to hook his foot between your knees and push outwards until your legs part. then, he uses his arm to increase the distance between them, until you are sprawled out to his liking and there is no further obstruction between his hands and your pantie-clad cunt.

his fingers swirl around your folds, exploring your heat and happily gathering the slick. meanwhile, his eyes were stuck to your flushed face, and you watch lips pull into a smirk as he realises how wet you are. "you were making fun of me when you're the fucking filthy one." he chuckles mockingly at you, and only teases you further when you start to pout, "don't look at me like that. don't pretend to be innocent when your soaked through your clothes for me already." his fingers hook between your folds in a scooping motion, then he bring them up to your face and hovers his glistening digits in front of you. "here. taste."

you stare at his fingers, and like he said, they were completely drenched in your arousal. so much so that your slick was already dripping off him, strings barely suspended above your chin. he interprets your lack of response as apprehension, and urges, "c'mon. this too gross for you or something?" he quirks a brow, then opens his mouth and places his fingers inside, licking them clean. when he finishes, he can't help but snicker at your dumbfounded expression, "dirty, huh?" he purrs, the pads of his saliva-covered fingers teasing your damp folds.

you nod bashfully. tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how severely your clit is aching for him.

"too bad. that's nothing compared to what i'm about to do to you." he scoffs, lifting you up by your hips and rapidly flipping you around so your cheek was pressed flush against the rug. still using his knees to keep your legs spread, he pushes them even further so they are far apart as you can physically manage. the strain causes you to groan, but cam just rolls his eyes and balls up his fist in your hair, "you're gonna be so fucking filthy once i'm done with you."

you mewl at the way he tugs on your hair, your neck arches backwards, submitting to his hands. "like the sound of that, princess?" he laughs, giving your hair another sharp pull. "c'mon. don't be rude. say 'yes, daddy'."

his rough action on your hair sends a rush of adrenaline coursing through you, and in an intense surge of fervour, you bark, "i'm not calling you 'daddy', stupid."

cam's jaw stiffens at your shockingly bitter outburst, especially with how sweet and docile you've been for him up until now. but honestly, he appreciated your sass — something about your back-talk had this firm cock throbbing in his pants. maybe it was the brat-tamer in him, but you fuelled him with passion and the undying need to teach you a lesson.

so with that in mind, he strikes your exposed ass cheek with fury, surely leaving a searing handprint in his wake. then, when he hears you give a sweet little gasp in reaction, he slaps the other cheek next. squeezing your plush skin in his hand, he says, "call me whatever the fuck you want. it won't matter soon anyway." he latches onto your hair again and yanks you back so your spine is arched to a lethal degree, so he can lean forward and drag his nose from your shoulder to the angle of your jaw, relishing in your scent. then, his hot breath tingles your skin as he growls, "remember, you asked for this. so don't bother telling me to stop, cos i won't."

"... unless you mean it, then i will."

"got that, slut?" you feel his lips move against your skin, and his stubble is scratchy yet you can't bring yourself to dislike it. similar to how he smells — he's so close to you that his scent is all you can breathe in — his aroma is potent yet not necessarily unpleasant. makes you want to gag, in both the positive and negative way. maybe you were just too down bad for him.

"mhm." you finally hum, almost choking on the nervous ball teeming in your throat. meanwhile, you hear the scrunching noise of cam adjusting his bin bag pants, and next thing you know, you can feel his bulbous tip sliding between your drenched folds, and a faint whine is freed from you at the long-awaited stimulation.

while one hand manoeuvers the head of his cock up and down your drooling slit, the other works at toying with your clit. but it becomes challenging with your panties in the way, so naturally, he leans his head down between your thighs and his mouth connects to your cunt. the soaked material is already suctioned to your heat, so all he needs to do is suck lightly before he's able to snag a piece of the fabric between his teeth. and although you were enjoying his lips against your sensitive cunt, it only takes one swift motion before he's able to rip your underwear clean off with his teeth.

"idiot. those were so expensive." you lie. cheek pressed firmly against the ground with no choice but to stare at the discarded scrap of fabric that was once your panties.

cam is quick to straighten himself and resume his cock sweeping against your labia, basking his length in your tempting juices. "don't talk to me like that." he grits, squeezing your ass in his hand while his tips prods against your entrance, applying a delicious amount of pressure but not daring to slip in yet. "think i dick down just any stupid girl that asks? you wish." he tuts, taunting your slobbering hole with his leaking precum.

"gotta be good first." he says in a sinister voice, cleaning his precum with his middle finger, then daggling it in front of your mouth. "lick."

with a sharp exhale and a roll of your eyes, you open your mouth and he instantly thrusts his fingers into your mouth, swirling them around and making sure there's not an inch of you that he leaves untouched. "that's right. get em nice and clean for me." he muses, but then quickly regrets saying that when you bite down on his fingers. with a hiss, he retracts his fingers and defensively holds them to his chest.

"ouch." he yelps. it wasn't an agonising pain, but the fact you would even try something so bratty angered him (and simultaneously made his dick ache with impatience). he narrows hsi eyes and glares down at you with a fiery hatred that would disturb your core, if you could see his face. "you're in for it now, bitch."

one hand roughly grabs your ass and hoists you up slightly, while the other guides his cock straight into your desperate cunt with a lewd squelch. the stretch of your pussy from his fat cock is so severe yet you're not given a moment to adjust before he springs to action and starts mercilessly pounding into you.

with both hands spreading your ass cheeks, and his thumbs digging into your flesh, he's holding you at the perfect angle to rut into, which only facilitates his brutal attack on your cervix. all you're really able to do is let out a staggered gasp and melt into the floor, allowing his big cock to fill you up.

"this what you fuckin wanted? huh?" he grunts, having to speak up so you can hear him over the wet noises of your own pussy. "this why you're so annoying all the time? for a little bit of attention?" your entire body shakes with each unforgiving thrust, and a moan flies for your lips each time, as you already start to lose yourself to his addicting rhythm. still, he doesn't take that as an excuse for ignorance, which realise when he lands another harsh smack on your hand, and tightens his grips on your cheeks, "say it. say you're my dirty little attention whore."

usually that's not something you'd admit to, because it's entirely untrue. however, with the way he was slamming into cunt and fucking any coherent thoughts right of out your brain, you weren't exactly in a position to argue. "i'm— i'm your dirty little attention whore!" you cry out, as though it was all one word.

you can hear him chuckle slightly behind you. "that's right you are." while his hips continue to work furiously against yours, his hands grasp onto your ass like his life depends on it. then, he slips his thumb down between your cheeks to tease your winking hole, and he laughs again when this elicits a frenzied gasp for you — and he can feel your whole body freeze at his risque touch.

"so loud. you're acting like a spoiled virgin." he idles, admiring your hole for a moment, grazing it with the pad of his finger. then, without warning, he plunges his index finger right in there, causing you to jerk in reaction. he tries to pump his fingers in tandem with the fervent rate of his cock, but the constrictive walls of your asshole rendered that a challenge. "fuck. you're tight." he curses, furrowing his brows, and his pace falters for only a moment as he garners the strength to yank his hand away.

but the damage has already been done. his rude intrusion in your ass set off a chain reaction of events that could not be undone. your body tensing in response to his adventurous touch caused your cunt to clamp down hard on his cock, where you could feel each and every bulging vein on his shaft and the sensation of his dick dragging against your interior walls hit harder than before. in combination with the poking of his fingers, the knot in your abdomen was pulsing and ready to burst at any second.

unfortunately for you, cam was able to pick up on this too and deliberately slowed his thrusting right down, until he was barely moving at all. naturally, he groan, "c—cam, 'm so close! please, stop being a jackass."

"wow, you're dumber than i thought. you thought i was going to let you cum that easy?" he lightly slaps the side of your thigh, and you can hear him scoff, "nah. you need to beg for it, princess."

once again, this is such a blow to ego, but with your cunt is direly lacking stimulation and you know that cam's dick is the only one who can fix this issue, you weren't left with many options. thus, you screw your eyes shut and swallow your pride, "please, cam, i need you so bad. nobody else can fuck me like this— please, please, please!"

it made you cringe to hear how desperate you sound, while it made cam smirk. "keep going." he urged.

with how fried your brain was, you were struggling to come up with anything coherent to say, "i'll let you use me as your cumdump or fleshlight or whatever the fuck you want, just please let me finish, daddy."

hm, usually he wouldn't let you get off so easily and would make you beg at least three more times, but he appreciates how deliciously obscene your words are. plus, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't keen to see your worn body climaxing around him.

thus, he sighs and gives in, resuming his ferociously fast pace and plowing into your pussy with no mercy. a mewl is yanked from your throat at the sudden, overwhelming stimulation, but you're quick to submit once again and enjoy the sensation of his dick splitting you in half and his tip thumping against your cervix over and over.

it's not long before the knot within you snaps, and you're gushing around him. letting a prolonged moan drawl from your throat shamelessly while the satisfying ecstacy consumes you. cam is left in awe at your spasming walls and wet release, but he doesn't allow himself to get distracted for too long and continues to relentless fuck you through your high.

even as the tingling subsides and you begin to regain control of your limbs, he keeps rutting into you, pounding your puckered and drenched pussy like it's nothing. "cam?" you croak, throat sore from your previous shriek-like moans.

"what? i'm not done yet.." he pants, his guard slowly beginning to slip away in submission to the tight vice grip of your walls, "gunna get some use out of you, worthless brat."

his erect cock pierced into your cunt repeatedly, impaling you over and over, and all you could do was lay there feebly and take it, since you enjoyed it far too much to protest. it was all so much and overwhelming but at the same time, the lust clouding your mind made it even more addicting.

"tight little hole. oh, yeah.." he groaned, tossing his head back as his hips kept rocking into yours, "that's it, slut." he said breathily as your walls fluttered around him, serving as the final straw before his cock started to spill into you. spurts of his cum flooding your insides with each docile squeeze of your pussy around his cock, all while you just laid there innocently, like you didn't even know that you were driving him fucking crazy.

he was equally as noisy when he climaxed, but you were more focused on the intoxicating sensation of his cum seeping through your pussy and resting against your cervix. he only left one load in you but it already felt as though he had claimed you entirely; painted your walls white and entirely saturating your cunt with his seed. to the point where it was hugging his own cock, and by remaining within you, he allowing himself to be coated with his own cum. not that he cared.

with a defeated sigh, his body gives out and he crashes on top of you. you can feel his chest expand and deflate against your back, and his hot breath tickles your neck with each laboured breath.

"just to be clear," he heaves in a low tone, "i'm not done yet. just taking a break. i've still got another load to leave in my cumdump." he punctuates his sentence with a lazy grab at your ass, "maybe the back door this time."

you huff an amused sigh at his words, and reply, "so, do you still hate me?"

"definitely. hate your guts." he says without missing a beat, but then there is a contemplative silence, before he clarifies, "i hate your guts. not your pussy though. from the waist down, i guess we're cool."

despite his indifferent attitude, the ending card that plays tells you everything you need to know:

'43 ♡ CAM ♡ Love!'

[pervoshi]

would u guys like if started making hc posts for multiple characters ? i’ve been debating since ive gotten reqs for a bunch of ppl from date everything