Puppycrime - Awful Catboy Bastard

ok but consider: dog boy polycule with a katzlein s/o. they're so so curious about you bc they're not familiar with feline body language the way they are with canine, and they're constantly discussing amongst themselves what your various tail signals mean. the first time they hear you purr while cuddling they get so thrown off & startled bc they mistake it for a growl, but once you explain it's a happy/comfy response, they make it a competition to see who can make you purr loudest/most often 🥺

Yes!!! Yes yes yes!!! That’s such a good idea, oml-

Just, the dog boys wanting to understand you more so they go find stray cats to observe. Cyno has to stop them from taking one home tho. Razor and Cyno feel embarrassed asking you certain things, so they like to observe more, but Gorou is tactful with his questions- He maneuvers the conversation to get you to talk about your katzlein heritage and family so he can learn about you.

When you purr, it’s Cyno that’s the only one who recognizes the sound. He and you both have to calm down Gorou and Razor, but especially Razor. Gorou gets defensive, but is easy to reason with. Razor gets sad and scared cause he thinks he didn’t something wrong, and is hard to convince of otherwise. Once they all understand exactly why you purr though, it’s another competition indeed to make you purr the longest/loudest!

And god forbid any one of them catch you grooming yourself…They all find it so adorable when you lick the back of your hand and smooth it over your hair. It makes them wanna just eat you up! It’s up to you to figure out figuratively or literally.

Pairing tail signals with beating up Childe, it gives them another heads up that you are Royally Pissed and they should back off. They’ve lived around you long enough to know tail flicking is a sign of irritation, so they try to cut off the annoyance there to prevent you going into sicko-mode fksbcksbc

Concubine au; Crepus and god!Reader have their bathtime together. As it turns out, Crepus has good memory and recalls all the pleasures his God has given him. As your favorite, you decide to reward him for this.

Notes: GN/Dom Reader, handjobs, "lamb" as a pet name, corruption, possessiveness, 1455 words.

@3rdgymbros hey I have our dilf hot n ready

Red had become your favorite color since he came along. Long curls of red wine brushed neatly and tied back with a white ribbon as he was presented to you. He was older than the other concubines you had at least by ten years; he has experienced the world far longer. His youth was over, but his passion was not.

His fingers, thick and unpolished, trace over your wet skin from beneath the bath. Rose petals float around the both of you in a subtle pink water. You take a deep breath, inhaling the wonderous scent that calms you. You sit on the lap of your most beloved concubine, leaning your head against his chest as you submerge yourself lower into the bath.

"There were dozen of new worshippers outside the temple today, meaning more wishes and requests," You take a deep breath and focus on the distant sound of the small waterfalls that filtered the bathhouse. "A bountiful basket of requests makes me feel like a human getting old, I might start losing my memory."

You giggle at your remark, tilting your head to look up at Crepus.

"No offense to your memory."

"Oh, my memory isn't bad. Not at all," Crepus brings your hand to his lips. His beard sweeps across your skin like a brush. Tingles rush down your arm.

"You're right. I think if I quizzed you right now you'd know everything."

 Crepus laughs along with you. His chest flexes against your back. His laugh is deep and rich. By experience, you know how his laughter creates delicious vibration, and you could feel it in his chest. 

"I can't possibly determine that for sure, but I would give it but my all for you." Crepus brushes his nose against your head, giving it a nuzzle before his lips kiss your freshy shampooed hair.

"You would. I know you would," You twist around to face him and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "I will quiz you right now."

Crepus looks hesitant with his brows furrowed. "If that's what you wish." A smirk creeps up on your face.

You sweep a strand of his red hair away from his face, but not before twirling it around your finger for a moment, admiring that pretty red you have grown to adore.

"If you pass, I will give you a reward. If not, a punishment." Crepus nods his head. He has no expression of fear or anxiety. He eyes remained glued to yours. Though his fingers twitched on your hips when you ran your finger up and down his chest. He would not act until you told him to.

"What's my favorite body part on you?"

Crepus sucks in a breath, taking a moment to pause and compose as he thinks.

"Fingers. You say their thickness and length feels nice inside you, even in your mouth. You like the way I caress your skin like following the roads of a map." Crepus answers smoothly, not a second wasted in his breath.

"Correct," You grab one of his hands off your hip and bring it to your mouth. You daintily glide your lips across his fingertips before taking in his index finger into your mouth. Your tongue rolls over it a couple of times before releasing it.

Crepus remains smiling. He didn't jump or make a sound, but your hips were not immune to the feeling of his hardening member beneath the water.  You shift yourself closer.

"Next question is how many times have I made you cum in one night."

"Six." Crepus sucks in a breath when your nails dance across his neck, soon finding their way to his damp hair and twirling a strand. "Twice was foreplay. Three times during the act. Last one was in the midst of cleaning me up."

"Good! You're so devoted to me, aren't you?"

Crepus closes his eyes and hums. Your lips attach to his neck, leaving gentle kisses across the side and ending up on his Adam's apple. Crepus had leaned his head back to give you room.

"You'll always remember my touch, won't you?" You blow down his neck and onto his collarbone. The cooling breezs of your breath on his heated skin brings goosebumps to his skin.

"Only yours..." Crepus murmurs, dazed with stars dancing around his head.

You look back up to Crepus, gently smacking his cheeks. His beard tingled again against your fingers. He blinks away the daze in his eyes, focusing back on you.

"Now now, you're so close to your reward," your finger dives down into the water and swims around his cock that stands at full attention. Tiny bubbles kiss around his member, enticing a low hum and his body to shift. "One more question, and it'll be tough this time."

Crepus nods his head, gentle determination in his eyes as you take in a breath.

"Who's my favorite lamb?"

Crepus opens his mouth before shutting it as he realizes the question. You're still gazing into his eyes, still awaiting his response patiently. He bites his cheeks.

"This isn't a trick question, Crepus," You nuzzle your face into his neck. His pulse is racing, it makes you want to kiss and bite until he passes out. "Answer it. You should know, I never even had to tell you."

Your hand draws down his chest, rubbing circles down to his stomach. His breathing becomes heavier as his eyes gloss over. With trembling lips, he leans in, hot breath tickling your face.

"Me." His lips come in contact with your cheek, slowly working his way down to your neck. You chuckle, shivering from the brush of his beard. He nuzzles like a cat scenting his possessions.

"Co-hmn...Correct." You stutter as Crepus braves himself to suck on your neck. You give him his moment to let him do as he pleases, probably leaving marks that will become your necklace for the next few days.

"My good lamb, you've earned your reward now."

Crepus stops kissing to moan as you grip his shaft. You move at a tantalizing pace, slowly working your fingers up to the underside of his head. Crepus releases your neck entirely and moves to your lips, moaning into your mouth.

Your other hand tangles in his hair. His hair feels like the soft petals of rose, smooth and covered with the dew of the morning rain. You love to brush it, touch it, yank it.

Thumbing the slit of his head has you bouncing in his lap, his hips jerking you up in the water.

"Don't bounce around so much, Lamb. I have to reward you properly." You scold lightheartedly, but Crepus nods and stiffens up, the muscles in his thighs straining to keep still as you twist your wrist.

"C-Cumming soon," Crepus pants and squeezes your hips, kneading the squishy skin of your body. "The water...we shouldn't-"

"Do not mind it. It'll get cleaned up." You lean in closer until your noses touched. "But my hand will always be tainted. You're going to dirty your God's hand, I'm allowing you to lay your sin on my beautiful hand. Do you like that?"

Crepus whimpers; it's a very boyish and uncommon sound to come from him. It's a sign of just how turned on he is. For a God to be rewarding him with their pure touch to his filthy cock, it's a mesmerizing thought, a mesmerizing sight to see beneath the ripples of the water your lovely hand on his red cock playing with his head.

Crepus leans into your neck one final time, inhales your tantalizing scent before biting down gently on your shoulder as he releases. His hips thrusting into your palm.

"You belong to me, your body and seed. I'll make you feel so good you'll never want to slip away from me," you whisper into his ear, blowing on the shell.

Crepus moans into your skin as he calms down. The only sounds are his heartbeat and your delicious voice ringing in his head. When he releases his mouth, there's marks; a circular red outline with molds of his teeth. He immediately begins kissing and licking that spot, spewing out apologies for doing such a thing without your permission.

"You lick like a dog whose bitten his owner." You pat his back and hush him. "It's okay, I will allow it. I know you humans can have weak wills."

Crepus turns back to meeting your eyes. His are tired and worn, but passionate as you've always known them for. Your smile is warm, adoring. You bring your hands to cup face. Your fingers are shriveled, and so are his. Your thumb strokes his cheek before closing in on his lips.

"My favorite lamb."

⭒ zhongli, childe, and kaeya: meeting your awful parents ⭒

request for anon: I’m not sure if this is too dark of a request, but if it is, feel free to decline! Can I please request headcanons with Zhongli, Childe and Kaeya were they finally met the reader’s parents/family after some time of dating, and quickly realize that they treat reader badly? (like telling them they’re weak or unintelligent, saying they’re shocked anyone would date them, etc). Just some good old angst. Again, sorry if it’s too much. Take care (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

oh anon… trust me, you’ve done nothing but give me a chance to project. this is nowhere near too much for me, no worries!!

this did end up more hurt/comfort than angst so i hope thats ok!!!

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pairing: zhongli, childe, and kaeya x reader (separately)

characters: zhongli, childe, kaeya alberich

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 1525

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zhongli

⋆ ever the gentleman, he’s been waiting to meet your family for quite some time

⋆ you’ve been hesitant to allow it, but finally tell zhongli your parents have invited the two of you over for dinner; he’s delighted, but his mood dims when he senses your apprehension

⋆ however, you don’t say anything about it. so he assumes you’re just worried about what their first impression of him will be

⋆ the evening arrives, and it becomes very apparent very quickly that that’s not what you were worried about

Keep reading

imagine mista intentionally dropping things so he can bend over and show off his massive earthquake causing ass to you like the cheeky bastard he is like "whoOp,,my bulletsghdf,,,it fell,,UhoH guess i have to GET it," no you thot you did that on purpose now stay still and let me smack that oversized wagon of yours hold on lemme get my strap

lmao lksjgkljsd8uj the entire way you wrote this ask is perfect and i have nothing to add except: you’re right

OOFT. As soon as I saw you asking for thirst posts I came running. Imagine Bakugou being busy all fucking day, ignoring you. So as he finishes his workout for the day with Kirishima he checks his phone to see you’ve sent him a lewd photo. Imagine how red his cheeks would be as he opens it in public in front of his friend. Boy might run straight into the locker room, palming himself at the thought of you- 🥵🥵🥵

You’re such a saint you know that?

(つ≧▽≦)つ

…..

To be honest, he probably forgot the had a girlfriend until the moment he opens that message and he feels his soul exit good body. 

He’s hot sweaty and hyped up on testosterone, you’re really sending him a picture of your pussy soaking through your panties? It’s so wet the material is practically sheer, he can see it clinging to your clit with your hands inches away telling him you’ve been getting off while he’s away. In an instant he’s thinking about the lewd gasps you always make when you touch yourself for him and the obscene sound of your poor little pussy being fucked it Oblivion by your own fingers. That wet sound of your slick bring rubbed over your clit an-

“You okay bakubro?”

Then he remembers that Kirishima is in the same room as him, directly behind him to be exact as the redhead comes to check on him. Bakugou is in immediate feral mode barking and growling at his best friend to back the fuck up in fear that he’s seen what’s meant for his eyes only. And then when he notes how red his face is he looks angry enough to die on the spot from a rise in blood pressure. 

“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING RED YOU DUMBASS, WE’VE BEEN SPARRING FOR TWO HOURS!”

 He’s literally raging with white eyes for a good five minutes before Kirishima backs off the other side of the gym to bench press. Then Bakugou takes the opportunity to scurry of into the day end of the locker room only to see you’ve sent him a video of this playing with yourself and that’s when he loses all self-control. 

He’s in a stall with the bottom of his shirt in his mouth, a hand down his pants are the video playing, matching the furious pace of your fingers diving into your cunt until he comes all over the phone. Bakugou doesn’t respond to your messages when he’s done, he tucks his cock back in his pants and excuses himself from his without session with Kirishima telling him something has come up. Then he’s like a bat out of hell, trying to get home as soon as possible so he can fuck you into the mattress until you’re sobbing as a punishment for distracting him. 

concept: malewife childe. he gets tired of being far away from you on missions & leaves his position as a harbinger to become a house husband. imagine waking up on a lazy morning and trudging to the kitchen to see him cooking breakfast in a pink apron with nothing underneath. u smack his ass and say good morning and he holds up a piece of bacon to your mouth, so you take a bite, but he kisses you and steals it back- (ok, this started out as a joke to clown on childe but idk if im joking anymore)

!!! Domestic malewife Childe!!!!

Sweet house husband Childe who learns how to cook your favorite food, who knows how cold or warm you prefer to keep the house, lighting a fire in the hearth or opening the windows accordingly <3 akjdsnak bRuh domestic Childe would be sooo sweet because even if he's retired, he's obvs still loaded from his days as a harbinger, so you two can live comfortably!! He'd buy such sweet heartfelt gifts aksjdnkajsn

AND THE THING w the apron and the holding up the piece of bacon for u to eat–– aksjdnskj. A DREAM <#3

This started out as a joke, but bestie I don't think it's a joke anymore––

Bakugo: exists

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dio’s fuckhouswe

Hello, I hope you're doing great! ^^ Could I request a Kaeya x male Reader, where the reader is a thief and Kaeya cathes him and teaches him a lesson (nsfw)

A/n: I live for this shit. This is...kind of kinky so.. & I wrote this at 4am. Listening to: Throat babyyyyyy

Mentions: Blowjobs, Denial, Teasing... blowjobs.

Warnings: Nsfw Face fucking at its finest, A very dominant Kaeya.

The King of Thieves

Kaeya left Angel’s Share for the night. Dark cheeks tinted a dusty deep red from a night of indulgence. Diluc was there, tending the bar coincidentally.

“There have been a plethora of incidents revolving around thieves as of late. I suggest you be mindful when leaving for the night Kaeya.”

His younger brother’s light warning drifted back into the depths of his mind as he strolled the nearly vacant streets of Monstadt’s city. Of course, on his way back to headquarters; the Knight took the long way around. Cutting through a specific alleyway that lead to a patch of grassy plains above a stone stair case. Out the corner of his eye he saw a shadow zip by and over the short roof top of someone’s home. As he moved to take a precautionary step backwards the shadow figure landed behind him. Assuming Kaeya was drunk enough to one up, the figure moved in to grab Kaeya’s shoulder in efforts to flip him onto his back and steal his vision. Kaeya, in a rebuttal too quick for this thief’s skill set. Side stepped and ducked, only to elbow his assailant in the chest cavity and then reappear behind them with his sword drawn.

“Why is Diluc always right?” Kaeya sighed, a frown on his face as he stared at the person in front of him, whom he had knocked the wind right out of. He wasn’t sure who the person was, given they were covered from head fo toe in all black. When Kaeya saw that they were recovering he twirled his sword, knocking them unconscious with the hilt of his blade. When the thief dropped, Kaeya looked down at them. He moved to uncover their face and saw a young man. He saw, you? His eye went wide, you were not much older than Diluc. The young Knight couldn’t help but think it was a shame to see such wasted potential resort to something of a scoundrel at best. He threw your arm over his shoulder, picking you up with a deep exhale. Effortlessly carrying you off back to one of the empty confinement cells within the knights headquarters. The one he picked out had been out of use for quite some time, given Klee had blown it up rendering the cell unlivable (for her). — It was a perfect place for a thief, especially one that tried to steal his vision.

Kaeya sat on the edge of a small table in the corner of the room, arms crossed and a light frown on his face. He waited until you had come through and regained consciousness. In a panic, your dark eyes darted across the room. Something Kaeya found quite amusing.

“Where..am I?” You huffed out, there was a draft in the room and you visibly shivered. Kaeya stayed seated looking at you.

“In the Knights of Favonius’ HQ, a confinement cell to be more precise.” He replied nonchalantly and as you tried to move, chains rattled against your wrists and ankles.

“Let me out of here, else you’ll be sorry—“

You were cut off by Kaeya’s abrupt laugh, it made you frown and your brow crease. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?” Kaeya’s chuckle faded into a sigh, his finger tapping idly on the bicep of his crossed arms.

“Nothing, it’s just you are in no position to talk. In fact, I bet if I did away with you right here I could get away with it.” His smile may have been playful but his eye hinted at something much darker.

“You.. can’t do that, you’re an honor bound knight it would be a disgrace—“ Kaeya smiled, this time it wasn’t playful but it still held amusement.

“Relax I’m not a barbarian. Why don’t you tell me why you tried to rob me in the middle of an alleyway and most interestingly... try to take my vision.” After Kaeya stated his questions there was a stagnant silence that sat in the stale air of the confinement cell. Kaeya looked down at you, who shifted uncomfortably. “Oh? No answer? Are you sure that’s what you wish to do?” Your eyes drifted over to look up at Kaeya. Who moved from his spot on the table to walk towards you. In the dim light of the cell his features illuminated, it may have been the full moon that peeked through the barred window that made him look so appealing. The sound of his boots tapping down on the stone floors of the cell sent a slight chill down your spine. He towered over you as you sat on the floor. A light smirk threatened the corner of his lips, as he stared down at you with a quizzical eye. The air around him was cool and it seemed to get even colder as he knelt down to eye level. “I think I’ll give you until the count of say- three.” He held up three fingers before putting them down.

“What?”

“One.” He moved his hand behind your head almost as if he was cradling you. Unbeknownst to you his sword appeared in his palm. Your side profile reflected off the blade as it drew near your head. “Two.” His voice was deep and melodic and his tone evermore serious as he counted down. He wasn’t smiling anymore, seeing him this serious started giving you second thoughts about keeping your mouth shut. He was so close you could smell him, eye half lidded as he stared down at you and a crease in his brow. Against the back of your neck your hair brushed against the blade that dangerously kissed the skin of the nape of your neck. He leaned in and as he drew near, a light grin forming at his lips. Was he enjoying the reaction he was getting out of you? Or the interrogation process? Your hand pressed against his chest to try and move him back you couldn’t stand to have him that close. He paused for a split second, his eye dropping down to your hand, it was warm. “Thre-“

“Wait!” You say, your dark eyes shifting up to peer into his. Staring at him this closely, being able to smell him. It was hard not to think about the things you wanted him to do to you while sitting helpless on the cell floor. He was ridiculously attractive and equally as intimidating when he wished to be.

“Hm? Did you change your mind?” He asked, flashing a cold smile. Your cheeks flushed, he smelled like the first snow fall of winter, shamelessly it made blood rush to where you didn’t need it to. His eyes drifted down briefly before he looked at you more closely. “Or maybe you didn’t?” He purred lightly and a smile crossed his face again.

“I-I..I was just.. curious as to what it’s like to have a vision I don’t have one.” You spoke out, Kaeya didn’t sense a lie from you. Even as you continued to try and make him feel sorry for you. “I haven’t been blessed by the Archons. I’m poor and I...I can’t do much of anything let alone use a vision. Being a thief is all I’ve ever known. The only way I know to survive. I wasn’t going to hurt you.” His brow creased as you babbled that last part, you caught yourself and spoke sheepishly. “Not..that I could’ve anyway—“ Kaeya laughed again, he moved back but not very far. His sword disappeared in one swift movement and he took a minute to look at you. Your hands moved over to your lap, you didn’t think he noticed.

“What am I going to do with you hm?” He pondered aloud as he stood up, a hand resting on his hip. He stared down at you, “You assaulted me in an alleyway, tried to rob me and now..” You couldn’t help but think it wasn’t much of an assault, you were the one who got hit square in the chest and knocked unconscious after all.

“Kaeya-“

“And you know who I am? You’re quite the bold thief. Tell me if I let you go, how do I know you won’t do it again?” You shifted uncomfortably, nothing he was saying was arousing but, truthfully you fell victim to his charm the moment he began questioning you, not to mention the count down and intimidation attempt. Kaeya noticed, he was quite observant but he was doing his job- for the most part.

“I won’t.” You lied, he saw right through it. Kaeya crossed his arms again, if he felt any remorse for you before it was gone now. You avoided eye contact with him even as he stared down at you.

“Do you like being chained up in a cell, you’re excited.” He asked genuinely, his voice was soft and curious. It made you twitch uncomfortably. You shook your head and Kaeya tilted his. “Really? Your as hard as this stone floor, I wasn’t going to tease you about it but it only...fed into every words I’ve said to you thus far.” You could hear him smile, you made the mistake of looking up at him. He was gorgeous and the blush that crossed your face made his smile widen.

“I..can’t help how you’re making me feel. You’re just-“

“I’m just what?” He cut you off, moving his hand to rest on the top of your head. He gently ran his fingers through your hair with his gloved palm. Idly moving his hand down to the back of your head before gripping the ends of your hair between his fingers. “Were you going to say charming? Sexy, hot?” He asked, his grip on your hair wasn’t that tight or painful it aroused a light whimper to fall from your lips. Kaeya noticed your hand palming your growing erection — your pants were growing tighter you couldn’t help it. With his boot he kicked your hand away and stepped on the back of your hand, causing the restraints he had you in to rattle against the stone floor. “You did something bad why should you gain pleasure after committing a crime? As I see it I’m the victim here. You assaulted me in an alleyway.” His grin was wide and with his free hand he moved to unzip his pants. Immediately your mouth began to water as he slipped his hand inside to touch himself right before your very eyes.

“I-I won’t do it again..” You lied once again and he saw through it yet again. His grin only widened, he was going to enjoy this.

“I don’t believe you, therefore...” His grip tightened in your hair and he pulled your head back. “I think I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” The weight he had on your hand increased when he saw you try to move your other hand to slip inside your own pants, it was a warning not to try and relieve yourself. You moved your hand away with a whine as Kaeya freed himself from the tight confines of his trousers. His thick member prodded against your cheek before he let it rest on your lips. He let out a light and playful hum as he stared down at you, almost as if he was beckoning you to open your mouth.

“Kaeya I-“ As soon as you opened your mouth he pushed himself inside, the taste of his pre made you shudder and your eyes flutter. He held your hair and head firmly in place as he thrusted deeper into your mouth. He was genuinely surprised that you were able to take him all the way to the back of your throat.

“It’s not polite to speak with your mouth full.” He teased. “Go on, keep stuffing your face thief.” As you struggled to swallow his cock, you couldn’t stop your hand from reaching down to palm the hard tent in your pants. Kaeya caught wind of your actions and knocked your forearm to the side with his other boot. The deep groan you let out reverberated against his shaft, Kaeya had to bite back his own moan as he pulled your hair again which inevitably moved your head back so your lips wrapped around his tip. “If you do it again you’ll regret it.” He wasn’t smiling when he spoke, it was a threat you weren’t going to see through to the end. Kaeya chuckled lightly and moved his free hand down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing sweetly against your cheekbone. “You’re so obedient...”

He mumbled, his touch was gentle as he moved his hands up to tangle in your hair. It was almost too gentle and had you questioning his motives. You made eye contact with him and a sly grin spread across his face like wildfire. Without warning his grip tightened to hold your head in place. He slammed hips against your face, bottoming out completely in the back of your tight throat. He groaned out quietly and under his breath, as the ridges of your throat and mouth constricted against his thick shaft. Your soft lips tickled the underside of the base of his cock. His pants sagged and his balls pressed against the stubble of your chin, which only edged him on and reflexively urged his hips to thrust against your face. He exhaled with a light chuckle that sifted through the quiet air of the confinement cell.

You whimpered, drooling all over his cock as you squeezed your eyes shut, it took everything in you not to milk and pump your shaft. Your balls were heavy and full and you ached for a release that you didn’t think you’d get. Kaeya looked down on you to subconsciously check to see if you were okay and to see the sight of his dick disappearing down your throat. He pulled back by a few centimeters and you successfully breathed in through your nose. The taste of his pre on your tongue reminded you of a fermented apple wine. None too surprising to say the least and all the more enjoyable.

Kaeya rutted into your mouth again, you choked and he chuckled. He felt your tongue swirl around his shaft against a prominent vein that curved up from the base of his cock. Your leg twitched in need as he moved, beginning a rough and steady rhythm. He noticed the bulge in your throat, it only made him move faster. Kaeya let out deep exhale and a light moan that was simply music to your ears. His head tilted back as you took him, he glanced down at you for a moment and his lips curled into a smile seeing you hard at work.

“If your mouth is this tight, I wonder how your ass must feel.” He teased you, moving one hand down to wipe away that inevitable tears that formed in your eyes. His other hand loosened in your hair but still rested in place idly. He pulled back completely, giving you a chance to breathe. As you caught your breath Kaeya looked down at you, the blush that stained your cheeks inflated his ego a bit. He arched a brow, waiting for you to keep going.

You gave into that cute, suggestive stare and moved your hand up to stroke him; something you wanted to do for yourself since he started fucking talking. You dragged your tongue along the thick length of his member before taking him into your mouth. What you didn’t choke down, you pumped with your hand. Kaeya finally let out a proper moan it was deep and breathy, he started throbbing in your mouth and palm; biting down on his lower lip in ecstasy. In the midst of milking him dry he took hold of your hair again, only to push himself right back down your throat, he needed that tight fit to finish him off. You were going to swallow it all, not that you minded; he was as inebriating as Everclear. As he filled your throat and mouth, he pulled back his warm cum dripping down your chin. He watched you reach up to wipe it away and lick the back of your hand.

His eye drifted down to your continually throbbing erection, he noticed a dark spot where your own pre had ruined your trousers. He stepped back and moved his hand away from your hair, shifting as he pulled his pants up only to zip them up. Your expression was absolutely priceless in his eyes. You opened your mouth to speak to find that your jaw was already sore from his earlier actions. Kaeya moved to sit on the edge of the table again with a light smile on his face.

“What?” He says like he didn’t just pump his seed down your throat. He made an ‘O’ with his mouth as he looked at your disheveled and needy appearance as if he had forgotten. He didn’t. He moved to toss you a key to the restraints you were in. “You’re free to go and...do something about that.” He smiled with a teasing glint in his eye, you looked at the key in front of you. Picking it up with a frown on your face as your freed yourself. “I told you I’d teach you lesson you wouldn’t forget.” He chuckled moving to cross his arms over his chest. You looked at him and he smirked.

“Asshole.” You mumbled, moving to stand up, Kaeya looked your way not feeling remorseful in the slightest.

“You do realize you tried to assault me and steal my vision. I think I let you off rather easy if you ask me. Going straight to Jean just didn’t feel right.” He quipped, and stood to walk over to the door opening it up for you to go. “I don’t want to see you here again, I’d rather the Cat’s Tail or Angel share preferably. Maybe then you’d get a proper..reward and the aftercare I so graciously give to those who listen.” He said, completely insinuating he wanted to see you again under the right circumstances. With a pout you exited the cell, there wasn’t really much you could say to that. You were indeed happy you didn’t have to spend the night in a dingy unlivable cell. Kaeya leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms. “Till we meet again King of Thieves.”

Bonus

A week went by, you were at Sara’s sitting down to a late night meal before heading off to Springvale for a few days to visit family. You poked at the fisherman’s toast you ordered, thinking about the Knight who left you thoroughly frustrated. You wanted to beat his ass in all honesty but, apart of you just wanted to—

“Well if it isn’t The King of Thieves.”