Hi!! I dont know if youre still active or if requests are still open but yk! If not ignore this.
Basic request but y'know you can never go wrong with pet play and overstimulation when it comes to Skott 😋❤️
I'm still alive,,, I just got no ideas lol,, and I've been editing & stuff. And now I am fucking grieving for Skott💔💔
Warnings: Smut, pet play, overstimulation, maybe a bit short, a very pathetic loveable Skott, Little bit of sadistic reader (nothing crazy), and the author's grief ranting in the tags
Skott knew he shouldn't have underestimated you, he knew should've been more careful.
After all, you were a part of that damn Astral Express crew.
He shouldn't have been so confident and so cocky.
Because now he lost a bet. A bet he definitely wasn't going to forget for a long while.
And you? Well... you for sure aren't forgetting it either.
Skott whined, squirming a bit as you stroked his cock while thrusting so deep into him. It was too much. "Please-- ah!--" he let out a choked out moan when he felt the sleek, black leathery collar that was fastened around his neck, tightened a bit.
"Such a good boy, Skott." You murmured, your voice gentle.
Too bad your thrusting isn't.
His nails scratching along your back, whining and moaning. "Please, please, sir-- let me cum--" he begged, sounding pathetic as he can be.
"Already, pup?" You tsked. "Just hold a little longer for me, you can do that, can't you dog?"
Skott whimpered. Clenching around your intruding cock, he knew he must look like a mess right now. He had no doubts he was.
His signature shades hanging onto dear life on his face.
"I-- I can try." He found himself saying.
He didn't actually think he could, it was already a bit overwhelming with your hand on his cock and how good your cock was filling him up.
He couldn't bring himself to admit that last part out loud, but he's sure that you already knew since you started fucking him a bit more hard. Seemingly trying to find that special bundle of nerves.
"You feel so good around my cock, puppy." You whispered, Skott felt himself blush even more at your crude words.
"Sh-- Shut up...!" He whined pathetically.
"Uh-uh, bad boy Skott." You said, your voice a bit firm. Your other hand grabbing his chin.
Earning a soft whimper from him.
Skott nearly let out a whine of disappointment when you suddenly lifted your hand off of his cock, but he did let out a yelp of surprise when you used that hand to lift one of his legs and placed it over your shoulder.
"Sir--!" He cried out when he felt your cock hit his prostate.
You smirked. Beginning to targeting it.
Ripping out more sobs and moans from the IPC specialist.
"That's right, puppy, doing so good." You praised him, earning a pitiful cry from Skott. "You ever been fucked by a cock like this, Skott?" You questioned. It was more of a tease than a actual question.
Skott tried to respond but another sob left his throat.
You clicked your tongue, moving your hand off his chin and lifted his other leg over your shoulder. Fucking him more deeply, continuing to hit his prostate.
Earning more cries from the man below you.
"Answer me, dog." You ordered firmly.
The IPC specialist whimpered, his cock twitching, his body responding to your orders. He didn't fucking know why but he was.
"N-- No! N-- Never!" He mewled.
"Yeah?" You smirked. Deciding to tease him a bit more.
"Y-- Yes! I-- I sweeaaarrr!!--" Skott sobbed, letting out a choked out moan when you hit his prostate again and again.
"Cum for me, you damn dog."
Skott sobbed as he came, spilling all over his lower belly and yours.
But you didn't stop.
Much to Skott's disbelief.
"Sir--! I just-- ah!-- came!" Skott tried to protest but it came out more like a whimper.
You tugged on the leash, to remind him of who's really in control in this situation.
It made Skott whine again, but his cock twitched slightly. You knew he was enjoying this, even if he wasn't admitting it.
"You can handle it." You said simply, but there was a underlying firmness and authority in your voice that Skott noticed.
He knew he was at your mercy, and you knew it too.
***
It's been a few minutes, but for Skott, it felt like hours. He couldn't even moan, he could only sob and squirm as much as he could with his legs over your shoulders.
He felt so overstimulated, but he also felt the need to cum again. Tears streaming down his face as he scratched at your back.
"Sirrrr..! Pl..please...!" He sobbed. He wasn't even sure what he was begging for anymore. For you to stop? For you to give him more? For you to give him mercy?
You smirked, tugging on the leash. "Cum for me again, dog." You ordered.
Skott didn't need to be told twice, not when he's feeling so overstimulated and desperate. He sobbed when he came once more, spilling all over his lower belly and yours, coating thrm white.
"Good boy." You purred, before burying yourself to the hilt and eventually came a few seconds after him.
(Skott wasn't even sure how deep you were, but definitely deep enough that he felt like he could feel you in his throat. Not literally but still.)
Skott whined, he felt so full. He barely registered that you had pulled out of him slowly. And that you had put his legs down.
He let out a soft noise when he felt you tug on the--his leash, he slowly sat up, feeling your body pressed against his. "Good boy, you did so well." You murmured in his ear.
Skott hust buried his face into your chest, now feeling heavily embarrassed once the realization dawned on him of what he did with you just now.
"Yo-...You better not tell anyone...please.." Skott wanted to sound more threatening but he was a bit exhausted from the overstimulation and everything else. "Haha, okay. That I can do." You chuckled.
Yeah, he definitely wasn't forgetting this whatsoever.
could I perhaps be goofy silly and request skott bullying.........
skott x mean supervisor!male reader
hehehehehehehehehe
ok but the funny part is after you sent this i thought of something and i was like... no thats too far. censoring myself after what id already said.
a lot of the meaner bullying comes at the end. also. whore skott is real he told me
cw; violence, electrocution, nsft, bully reader, power dynamics (you're his supervisor), dub con because of said power dynamics? i guess
your pathetic, stupid, horrible subordinate had just come crawling back to you from aurum alley. again. it was one thing to screw the ipc on the deal to begin with, it was humiliating to have the video of someone under your command barking like a dog spread across the entire star system, it was degrading when your bosses chewed you out for his poor treatment of the xianzhou natives. to do it all again? for no reason? skott should have died to the amateur swordsman. that would have been better.
you watched the video of the man squealing like a pig, your face twisted into a scowl at the disgusting sight. fucking skott. you looked from your screen, the sound of his squealing still playing as you eyed up the man in front of you. skott had his head held low, clearly aware of how much trouble he was in. you tapped your boot against the ground impatiently as his squealing seemed to only get louder. your teeth clenched together as you suppressed all the cruel words that you wanted so badly to spit at him. finally after what felt like an eternity of the squealing, the angry silence, the clenching of teeth, you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down.
"there are a lot of things that I could say to you. there are so many words i could call you. i could fire you right now." you paused the video as you spoke calmly.
"p-please i-" skott started in his way that made you want to grind your teeth again.
"stop. i won't fire you. in fact i think you've earned yourself a little promotion." you gave a small smile as you opened your desk drawer.
"oh- oh! w-well thank you so much sir i-" he was cut off again when you put a heavy collar on your desk in front of him.
"you should be grateful skott, all this time you've been a stupid stray dog running around freely. you need an owner, in fact i think you've been begging for it." you gestured for him to come closer. skott's eyes went to the collar and then you and he swallowed hard.
"this is unprofessional i-i could report you to-"
"oh please. don't act like you don't want this. i see how you eye up my desk, how you examine the width of my office. i know how hungry you are to climb the ranks." you rapt your fingers against your desk, each soft thud against the desk like another rock against a glass door. "you would sell out your girlfriend and now you're not going to play dog with me? just think, skott. you could be a good doggy for a few months and gather all this evidence of my HR violation. maybe they'd reward you with my position. with my office."
each word is like music to the power hungry idiots ears. if he had any brain he might stop and think for a second about why you're so willing to put your job on the line just to get your rocks off. of course dogs aren't smart enough to think. just like you expected skott moved to your side of the desk. before you could even open your mouth to tell him to he got on his knees in front of you. he wanted this so bad, its evident behind his golden eyes. his desire. his need. you reached down and pulled away his stupid glasses exposing his soul to your cruel gaze.
"good boy." you coo at him as you grabbed the collar.
skott didn't reply but his cheeks were red and his eyes closed in anticipation. you wasted no time clasping the black collar around his neck. a soft gasp leaving his lips as it adjusted itself to fit him perfectly, you hummed in approval. one of your hands moved from his neck to his hair and you ran it through the surprisingly soft locks. you sat there petting him for a minute, his head naturally moving to rest on your lap. you could already see the wheels in his head turning around how to bring your downfall. he's kind of cute when he's not talking. maybe instead of just ruining his life you really could train him to be a good obedient doggy.
the best start would be to break his already weak spirit. your fingers stopped in his hair and you pulled on it hard causing his eyes to shoot open as a yelp left his lips. you clicked your tongue at him before shushing him.
"don't be noisy doggy." you cooed as you guided his head from your lap to between your legs. one of your legs rested on his shoulder, the heel of your boot digging into his back.
the expression of embarrassment and disbelief that painted his face was so cute you found it hard not to laugh. he had opened his mouth to try to say something but clearly the words were lost on him as he stumbled over various exasperated sounds. yeah he's cute until he opens his stupid mouth. you pushed his head down onto your bulge, his hung open lips finding place around the outline of your shaft. a whimper left his throat but he didn't complain again, in fact you didn't even need to tell him what to do. his mouth so naturally began to move along your bulge, tongue pressing against your uniform all too eagerly. you couldn't help but wonder how many times had he done this? how often did pretty little skott drop to his knees for a promotion?
"you're such a fuckin slut." you groaned at him, your tight grip on his hair pushing his head down until you could feel his nose press against your belt. "who did you fuck to get here skotty? i might get jealous if i find out you're someone else's dog too."
skott tried to answer but you didn't let him up. instead your free hand began to undo your belt as you made him drag his tongue along your massive length. when his lips met your tip resting against your thigh he sucked greedily on it. it was hard to tell if the spot that formed was your precum or his drool. you moaned as you pulled your belt free and discarded it on the floor.
"slut."
skott didn't even look embarrassed anymore, more dazed and hungry if anything. you let his head go expecting to hear him complain about how inappropriate this was, or maybe defend himself from being called a slut. he didn't. he sat there patiently waiting for you to pull your cock out. fuck it was hot. you undid your pants and pulled down your underwear enough for your cock to spring free. you slapped the tip against his cheek and all too eagerly skott attempted to take it in his mouth. you gripped his hair again and held him still.
"beg, doggy." you ordered before the desperate whore got the taste of your cock.
"i-i.. uh.. pl-" you cut off his pathetic yammering with a harsh tug to his hair.
"doggies don't talk." you reminded him. it was funny the way his dazed, cock hungry eyes refocused into shock and confusion.
he started whimpering. he started whimpering way too easily and way too dog like. he really was some kind of kinky pervert who got off on being treated like a dog wasn't he? did he keep picking fights so that he would be publicly humiliated? what a pervert. his tongue hung from his mouth in between his all too accurate whimpering. you decided to humor him, waiting for his tongue to hang out again before you pressed your tip against it. the moment your cock touched his tongue he took it in his mouth so eagerly, his warm wet mouth closing tight around you as his tongue circled your tip. he knew how to give head. not just knew about it, he was good at giving head.
"jesus you really are such a fu-fuckin whore" you thought you could keep your composure but he was too good at this.
he took your cock back to his throat and he gagged on it a little bit before he relaxed and took your whole length down his throat, his nose pressed against your skin. then he pulled his head back and sucked and licked at your tip again. as he began the process of bobbing his head up and down he let his teeth ever so lightly brush against your skin. it was like a pornstar. he even sounded like a pornstar, the wet sound of your cock pounding into his face, the moaning that accompanied it, and the delightful sound of him always gagging a little bit. he pulled his head up, coming up for air as his hand wrapped around your cock and continued stroking your length as his swollen lips kissed the tip like he was trying to make out with it.
"fu- fuck skott you love cock that much..? you want me to cum all over your face?" you couldn't believe how quickly he had gotten you to the edge. your tip was swollen and red and dripping as skott eagerly licked up every drop.
skott didn't talk, instead he opened his mouth and pressed your tip against it while letting out a cute doggy whimper.
"inside, pretty boy?" you were met with a nod.
you reached down and began stroking your cock against his tongue as he eagerly held it open. he was even panting like a dog. you grunted as your cum finally sprayed across his tongue and into his mouth. you were gonna tell him to swallow after you caught your breath but he didn't need to be told. you watched skott's adams apple bob as he swallowed hard before opening his mouth again to show you it was empty.
"where... where the fuck did you learn that?" you could feel your cock twitch at just the sight of him, how messy and undone his face looked.
"i don't have to tell you about my personal life." oh god there was his smug attitude again. you let go of his hair and grabbed his face instead.
"you want to try that again, mutt?" you asked, regaining your composure.
"this was fun, i won't lie. i can assume "being your dog" will be similar things along with running errands and getting coffee. i'll begin saving samples of your dna starting next time." he was so fucking smug as he straightened his clothes and began looking for his glasses. "please try not to trash my office while you're still here."
you watched him put his stupid glasses back on and get up. you were stunned to say the least, surprised by his nonchalance and annoyed in equal measure. you were about to say something as he headed towards the door when he stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to you.
"oh i almost forgot you can t-" he had reached to remove the collar around his neck when it sent an electric current through his body causing him to scream and collapse on the ground.
you started laughing, his scream brought you to your senses from his stupid haughty attitude. you fixed yourself and buckled your pants, leaving your belt off. instead you grabbed the thick leather material and folded it in half. you got up and walked over to where skott lay twitching on the floor, tears in his eyes. you laughed again as you nudged him with your boot.
"oh you almost had me, doggy. i thought you were actually smart for a minute." you brought your boot heel down on his leg, grinding into him and bringing another scream from his throat. you smacked your belt against your free hand a sadistic smile on your face.
if you're accepting of like, an aphrodisiac kink, would you do skott (hsr) grinding on male!husband!reader after getting powdered aphrodisiacs thrown in his face......
If not then vanilla (just some praise), honeymoon sex is fine ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ
MDNI (skott x male!husband!reader, aphrodisiac wine, grinding, skott is horny for his husband, rimming, it’s just pretty cute tbh)
omgggg. we’ll do liquid aphrodisiac bc it’s easier to incorporate but let’s go
do not repost / translate / re-use my work in any shape or form.
**
Skott often gets ahead of himself—especially when he’s drowning in work. Years of wheeling and dealing, you suppose.
You were going to offer him a taste of some… ‘special’ wine and slowly work your way up to it, but Skott is nothing if not all in. He had snuck into your wine cabinet, stealing the sweetest red and to his knowledge, was going to have a totally normal evening with his husband.
Given his reaction about 30 minutes later, that was not the case.
“Haah, c’mon, what’re you standing around there for? T-touch me.” Skott hiccups, dragging your hands up his chest as his back is flush to your front. His slender body arches into your touch, hungrily seeking more of your heat.
You oblige him with a smile, sucking at his earlobe. “What has gotten into you, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, I don’t know but I feel so, ah, hot. Oh, fuck that feels good.”
He must’ve had quite the dose, because he’s standing hard at attention, straining below his pants and it’s barely been 10 minutes of grinding.
“Naughty Skott.” You smirk into his ear. “Did you get into my stash?”
“O-of what?” He pants, grinding relentlessly against you. You’re starting to get hard—I mean, who wouldn’t when such a tantalizing treat was rubbing his ass against you?
“My wine, sweetheart.”
“Yours, schmours, it’s our wine. Our property is shared since we’re m-married.” He pants out, a soft sheen of sweat on his skin. When did it become so hot?
You smile, hands running up his thighs and holding him in place as you indulgently grind against him.
“O-oh! That’s it. That’s the spot, god, I love you so much—” he babbles, stuck in a haze of lust, moaning and writhing as the heat in his body reaches a fever pitch.
“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, please.” Skott pants, dragging your hands to squeeze at his waist.
The feeling of your clothed cock pressing against his ass makes his stomach jump.
“Of course, baby.” You smile and drop to your knees.
***
Your tongue works its way into his hot, tight hole as he’s bent over the kitchen counter, spit drooling from his mouth, glasses askew.
“Oh my g-god!” He gasps, hips jerking upward as you eat him out mercilessly.
You lick and suck, enjoying all the ways he stutters and shivers, making all sorts of sweet sounds for you.
“Maybe we should give you an aphrodisiac more often, Skott. I like this side of you.” You say, massaging his balls, slowly stroking at him as you continue to delve deeper into his hole.
“Huh?” Skott mumbles, lost in the daze of lust.
You laugh warmly. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll take care of it. Now, lift that ass up for me.”
***
After painstakingly stretching him with both your tongue and fingers, he’s dripping all over the kitchen floor, barely hanging onto the counter.
“C’mon, big guy! Gimme your cock!” He slurs, cheeks flushed a deep red as he looks back at you over his shoulder.
“‘Big guy’?” You snort, hands finding his lower back. “I’m your husband.”
“Okay, geez, fine.” Skott rolls his eyes, “Gimme your cock, my husband, partner in crime, love of my life, is that bet—oh!”
The moment he starts endearing himself to you, you slide in. The swell of his body is a tight fit, hot and desperate as you begin to press in.
“Sweetheart.” You grit out.
Skott reaches back clumsily, grabbing at the back of your neck as he arches his back, pressing you deeper in. “That’s it, oh god. I need it so bad, need you stretching me out just like that—”
You fuck him slowly, taking time to let him warm your cock. His walls are velvety and eager to welcome you in, just like they always are. Skott is always a perfect fit.
The first time you took him is as sweet as the last.
You fuck him until late in the evening, his shirt splattered with his release, a beautiful mess as he finally begins to come down from the aphrodisiac in his system.
“Fucking… hell…” Skott pants, skin covered in bite marks and cum and sweat.
You kiss him deeply, reveling in the way he melts against you.
Let’s just say you have a special plan for your anniversary wine…
I’ll be honest, the chances of Skott accepting your confession as he is within the game are somewhat slim. Not impossible, just…near-comedically difficult when he’s so fixated on the whole “lone wolf” thing. But if you were the HSR character and Skott was the player? Now we’re talking.
Skott is nothing if not pathetic, and therefore he’s still the type to work an office 9-5 (not including unpaid overtime) and give it his 110% no matter how dead-end it is (…and has been for the past few years). He wants nothing more than some steps up in the corporate ladder—or at least he did, until it became apparent seniority came first in considerations for such things. Which might have been easier to take, if he hadn’t spent so long expecting…more. Maybe it would have wore on him less quickly, too, if he hadn’t relied on it as much.
After all, his entire life up until then had revolved around a traditional career—something to make his father proud, to uphold his family name, to make his life’s purpose. Everything else was a waste of time. His interests had to serve his goal to be anything but temporary. His peers were only stepping stones to throw under when the time came or competition to knock down before it had the chance to pose a threat—as his father so loved to remind him. He didn’t think much of it as a child, taking easily to the idea if anything. Skott hadn’t regretted one bit of it until now; an adult left with next to nothing to turn to outside of work, through no fault but his own.
The days slowly but steadily turned monotonous. Eat, work, sleep on endless repeat, with maybe some time on his phone in-between; which at least became more enjoyable after downloading a gacha game out of boredom. Skott didn’t feel bad, exactly. Just…empty. Knowing he’d done everything for nothing. Rejecting that confession, declining those invitations, pouring hours into futile study, breaking that boy’s leg and carrying him all the way to the hospital to deflect the blame…all for nothing. For this poor excuse of a life. His father would die someday anyway, sooner rather than later with his health, and then who would Skott have left to impress? No one. No one but himself. Who might as well be nothing, too.
For possibly the first time in his life, Lyndon Skott felt hopeless about his own future. Though he couldn’t afford to make a habit of it, he found himself stopping by the store on the way home from work (later than he expected, again) for alcohol he knew he probably wouldn’t handle well. But that part didn’t matter. Skott just wanted to get wasted; even if he barely enjoyed it. Anything, really, to forget for a bit how stuck he was in every sense of the word. The bottle would do that, wouldn’t it?
One thing led to another, and before he knew it, Skott was doing something incredibly, uncharacteristically reckless.
Logging in to Honkai: Star Rail and pulling on the limited character banner like there was no tomorrow.
The familiar animation played over and over on the screen as Skott subjected his eyes to the blue light, glasses long since left to fend for themselves somewhere on the floor. It didn’t take long to get through his stellar jade savings, and when those went he started manually buying more with every ten-pull. Every cry of his wallet for mercy went unanswered, having been abandoned by its only god. E1. E2. E3…
The next day was an awful rush to get to work on time, so Skott didn’t have time to look into exactly how bad the situation was. He put it off for the better part of the afternoon. If he didn’t look at it, maybe it wouldn’t look at him. Or something like that, anyway.
Skott eventually did summon the courage to log in to the game again. If he were telling the story himself, he wouldn’t mention how he put a hand over the bottom half of his eyes as he viewed the log of pulls adding up to purchases. Apparently, he went all the way to getting [name]’s first four eidolons before he passed out. Which…wasn’t all that bad. His luck had been kind to him and refrained from making him lose most of the 50/50s he had to deal with, granting him some copies before hard pity too. And you were actually kind of pretty, as far as characters went—someone had clearly known what they were doing, especially with your color palette.
As the newest limited five-star, your kit had to be decent enough for now. After some material grinding, Skott admitted your playstyle happened to be one of the more enjoyable ones. It probably helped that your voicelines never grated on his ears, and it was hard not to take a liking to how your expressions had been animated. You managed to convince him to go so far as to read your character stories; and within the next few days, catch up to the main story enough to meet you there.
It was strange. As impulsive as his actions had been, life felt easier for him now, with something to go back to every day. He didn’t regret doing it, even if his budget very much tempted him the first few weeks after. There was no use crying over spilled milk; since he’d already spent some money on the game, he should keep playing. Get his bang for his buck, or however it went. If he was being honest, he’d probably just come running right back if he tried to delete his account—what other game had you, after all?
I can only imagine how petplay goes down with Skott, can I request some spicy hcs? I like to imagine Skott would enjoy bondage and exhibitionism.
voyeurism with him though… ughhhh I’m holding back!! idk how much I can say!!
Please don't hold back, I wanna hear you yap all abt it<3
As for the other things, I see him having a humiliation kink and praise kink/degradation kink too <3
I had to search up what voyeurism and exhibitionism was
Grief writing time guys!!!!! (Sorry if this seems rushed or any misspells, I'm grieving & I'm tired :(. And some things might be repeated)
Warnings:
Spicy Skott headcanons
🔥General🔥
Skott will say he's a top, he's the "top dog", etc. But it's pretty fucking easy to get him to fold.
He's a BRAT. Put him in his place.
Acting out like a brat? Having one of his public crash outs again? Just tie him up, force him to sit on your lap while you tease him by stroking his cock.
Skott will NOT admit that he has any of these kinks or is into these things. So you will have to prove him wrong. Thankfully, it's easy to make the man fold. Praise him or degrade him, bend him in half, do whatever. He'll like it.
🔥Pet play🔥
Come on, we all know this man is into pet play. Have you SEEN the bets he has made?
He is totally into it. He just won't admit it even if his bets are his poorly disguised fetishes.
Put him in a dog cage with a collar and a tail buttplug up his ass, we all know he's going to love that.
If you're feeling mean, you can ask (more like order) him to bark for you
Maybe put a tail butt plug up his ass to plug him up with your cum. Or maybe his own if you want to humiliate him further <3
Maybe make him wear some dog ears too if you'd like. Whatever tickles your fancy.
Or!! Maybe you can make him meow, make him make different animal sounds. If he can bark like a dog he is, he will probably meow for you.
Scratch his chin, pet him on the head, and other stuff. He likes it <3 (hes also touch-starved so!! He likes it even more!!)
If he's misbehaving, muzzle him. A dog muzzle. Put him in his place, punish him <3
🔥Humiliation kink🔥 (& a mix of voyeurism & exhibitionism... I think??)
Muzzling him, spanking him, plugging up your/his cum with a tail butt plug, and much more will definitely do the trick when it comes to humiliating him.
Semi-public sex? Where you two are at risk of getting caught? Yeah. And I don't mean in a closet or somewhere secluded. I mean like a library or something where anyone could walk in and witness him getting his back blown out by you. That'll give him a rush, and humiliation!!<3
As much as it's humiliating, he can't help but feel more obedient with you in public <3 (he wants to show everyone he can be a good boy for you!!)
But most of the time he won't be obedient so spank him or whatever, give him a reminder of who's really in charge here <3
As for his bets. We all know they are animal-themed and it's usually him losing and making animal noises. So how about we up the stakes? Instead of making him make animal sounds, how about make him sit in a dog cage with a vibrator (?) up his ass? Make him a squirming mess!! Make him regret the bet!! (He's going to continue those bets because he's a fucking freak like that)
Or maybe make him wear a dog collar? Make him wear it 24/7. If you want to make it obvious that he belongs to you (& humiliating for him), you can get him a dog collar that is a bit more fancier than a sleek black one, and get him a dog tag that his name and your phone number. Or maybe he's your bitch?? Dog?? Whatever you wish to call him
Maybe you could make him hump your leg, thigh, or maybe even your shoe if you want to get him off in public somewhere for a quickie.
Whatever it is, he's going to enjoy it, much to his humiliation and disbelief <3
He's a BRAT. So punish him as such. Make him cry <3
🔥bondage🔥
Tie this freak of a man up, he'll probably cry or beg. And if he won't? Well, you could always make him by teasing him until he is close, and when he gets close to cum, just deny him. Keep doing that until he whines, begs and cries <3
He'll most likely squirm while being tied up, not a surprise but he can't help it! Especially if you do this in public. It gets him nice and hard ;)
Or maybe while you're fucking him so roughly, you can tie his wrists up so that way he doesn't leave scratch marks on you (please let him- he's a good boy, he wants to mark you up too just like how you mark him up :()
He gets reallllyyyy desperate if you tie him up on the bed, and you're teasing him or touching yourself in front of him. Maybe if do it longer, he might end up whining <3
Either way, he becomes a pathetic mess when tied up and can't do anything. All he can do is take it like the good boy he is <3
🔥praise & degradation kink🔥 (TW: A BIT ANGSTY)
Ohhh my gooooodddd,,, this man is such a touch-starved messss,, he never gets praise & compliments or any 'love' from his family (his father mainly but yk). Of course he'll be a stuttering mess when you compliment him. He'll try to hide it with his persona.
But he can't do that while being fucked, now can he? So instead of hiding it with his persona during sex, he'll try to hide his face in his arms (depending on the position you have him in)
Please tell him that he's a good boy and that he did a good job, especially during aftercare :(
Make sure to give him kisses too <3
He loves praises !! Loves it verrrryyyy muchh!! (His ego, yes, gets boosted but he genuinely loves it)
He's not going to get it any praises from anyone else, only you can give that to him.
He's like,,, putty in your hands if you praise him too much ;)
As for degradation?
Degrade him when you punish him. He likes it (even if it confuses him since he likes being praised as well)
Degrade him while you're fucking him so ruthlessly. Or maybe when you humiliating him, public or not. It makes him pathetic as hell.
Remind him of his place.
He might be a little masochistic (not like Reca tho), but he loves it when you put him in his place, humiliate him, degrade him, and so much more.
Just make sure to treat him well afterwards. If you do, he might let you do more to him ;)
🔥voyeurism🔥 (NOTE: I had to keep looking at the meaning for this and tried to figure out how it will work, especially with Skott so it might be short. I'm sleepy💔 so it might be all over the place too, sorry if I get anything wrong too)
Skott gets embarrassed, very heavily embarrassed. He wouldn't dream about watching somebody (you) or anyone else touching themselves.
But he embarrassingly enough, likes it. Like the little freak he is🫶
🔥exhibitionism🔥 (NOTE: I did my best..like above)
Ohhh my goooddd this man is a flustered, humiliated mess. Having him stripped bare in public, just a collar on him and being touched by you.
He doesn't understand WHY he's into exhibitionism, but he is.
You usually make him do this when he's misbehaving big time,, but sometimes you do it to tease him (dw, dw, he fully consents to this. Even if hes a bit pitiful abt it)
Skott, as much as he's absolutely humiliated by this,, he can't help himself but want it more.
Tying him up and fucking him in public? Yes. Making him act like a dog or any other animal? Yeah. He can't help but want it more. (It'll be hard to get him to admit it, but that's not a problem for you ;))
rich reader coming home after donating to a children's hospital or something and then just beating skott's ass
i got carried away and I didn't even actually write spanking.... im sorry..... this really inspires me fjfbfbf i feel like its the only canon character i still write anymore
coming home after a charity event to help pay for all those poor kids who lost their parents to fights against the legion. the ipc is so generous to pocket half the money and then force the children into becoming capitalist wage slaves like everyone else under the ipc's "protection". its disgusting to watch them try to make polite conversation with you until inevitably it comes up again.
"perhaps you could donate some of your wealth to our cause"
its annoying at best but the pictures of injured and dead children playing like a poor taste ASPCA commercial in the background is infuriating. its so infuriating you almost don't donate but in the end the ipc is better than the alternative. your generous donation is "greatly appreciated".
but you're home. home to find your cute little toy stopped by for an unexpected visit. he stumbles over his words, awkwardly asks where you've been, and shuffles something behind his back. so cute. he's trying to steal from you. your fingers grab his chin, thumb rubbing over his chapped lips. your own lips curl into a sadistic smile.
"come now, pet. we know better than that don't we? if you want money you should just ask."
he swallows hard before trying in vain to make an excuse. it's pointless. you both know how it ends. but then comes what you like about skott so much, the look of self righteousness in his eyes as he glares back at.
"that's right! i was going to take some of your jewelry! it's not like you need it and I'm just contributing to charity in my own way."
you can't help but smile even wider. he's greedy and selfish and unashamed to be so when pushed even a little bit. its lovely to have someone so greedy to yourself.
"that's fine. you're right, i don't need it...." you let him go and shrug. as he tries to step past you, with unearned confidence in himself, you grab his arm. "but... i still need something in return."
skott must have thought you would use him to get off like you usually did. that's why he's wearing that look of apprehension now that hes locked in a room full of paddles. he scrambles for the door nervous and whining but you ignore him, instead trying to pick out the right tool for the job.
"come on, puppy. can we not play pretend like you don't like a little pain?"
skott tries to defend himself but the nickname has his cheeks pink. you decide that your hand is the best for the job and take a seat in a comfortable chair. you pat your lap and you can't help but laugh as he trudges over nervously.
"dogs don't wear clothes, puppy."
its so cute the way he gets indignant as he strips and reality washes over him again. your hands move to his bare hips as you look up at his flushed, angry, and horny face.
"be a good dog and bark for me" your taunting earns you an angry glare. "I'll make it worth your while."
"w-woof..." cute.
you guide him over your legs, filled with anticipation and pent up rage. his ass is so small and cute. you're going to have so much fun turning it red and then making him beg for your cock.
Skott has always been a pain in your ass, and doesn't always listen to what you say . But you didn't let that deter you .
Mainly because you had your ways of making him listen by using one thing he desires the most (aside from you) .
Money .
The so-called proclaimed " lonewolf " would do anything for money .
It was one of his weaknesses .
Which is why, currently you have the man on your lap, riding your cock . Making him hold a small bunch of credits in his mouth .
Skott was letting out soft muffled moans , trying his best to be quiet as he rode your cock . He didn't expect to BE riding his boss's cock today .
" Mmf ! " He jolted ever so slightly when your hands gripped his slim waist .
" Good boy Skott. . .good boy . . . " You murmured in his ear , his cock twitched in response as he continued to ride your cock . Feeling it hit all the right spots in him .
His hands were currently tied up , gripping onto your chest .
Muffled moans escaped his lips .
The only thing that Skott had on was his sunglasses , but they were crooked . But you didn't seem to mind .
" Doing so good . " You whispered .
He bit down on the credits when you nipped at his neck that quickly became biting and marking .
" That desperate for credits, puppy ? " You teased .
Earning a pathetic muffled whimper from him .
" Just keep being a good boy for me , and you'll get to keep those credits , okay ? "
Fuck , you were going to ruin him so wonderfully .
***
" S - sir. . . . pl - please . . " Skott whined softly as you placed kisses on his shoulder .
You currently have him laying his side , with one of his legs lifted over your shoulder . The credits were laying next him , his hands still tied together .
Tears streaming down his face , your thrusts were rough , constantly targeting his prostate .
" Such a good boy , doing so good for me puppy . . . " You whispered, your free hand pressing on the bulge on his stomach , causing him to whine pathetically .
You leaned in , biting his neck .
Skott sobbed in pleasure , his body trembling .
He had came three times now , he can't cum again ! He really can't !
But he also liked how mean you were . " Y- You're so meeeaannn. . . ! " He whined before crying out out in pleasure when he felt a particular hard , rough thrust hit his prostate .
You smirked .
" You like it when I'm mean , don't you , puppy ? " You purred
Skott couldn't reply , but you knew what his answer would've been anyway .
***
You gently kissed his forehead as you carefully cleaned him up , your touch was gentle .
Skott leaned into your touch , much to his better judgment . He was silently enjoying your gentle touch , he always loved it when he gets spoiled like this after such a rough session of sex .
" You did so good , puppy . Like always . " You murmured , placing a kiss on Skott's shoulder .
The IPC representative leaned into the kiss , closing his eyes , letting out a soft sigh .
You then placed the credits on his lap , which caught his attention . He looked down at the credits . " A little extra credits this time for being a good boy . " You told him .
You watch him shiver a bit . You couldn't help but smile a bit .
You pulled him onto your lap , holding him close . You peppered his face with kisses , whispering praises in his ear that you felt him melt into .
Skott nuzzled his face into your neck , hiding a forming blush on his face .
You have already decided you were going to keep him by your side , make him work under you . Buy him stuff that he wanted , spoil him , and put him in his place if needed .
