lohen.

rough. selfish. extreme.

not that he’s uncaring. he just wants it hard. he just wants you so hard it hurts. his hips moving erratically, your breath hitching when he hits your sweet spots. going deeper, and deeper with snarls of frustration, as if his body isn’t enough. as if he wants to just slide in your skin, slide in your blood and fuck your core itself.

his hands grab your flesh, wanting your bones. they go up your neck, wanting your life. squeeze, wanting your fear. he stares down at you with small pupils, printing that picture of you fucked out below him.

“more…” he pants out, throbbing inside you. he wants so much more of you. it’s never enough. it’s never intense enough.

lohen’s hips move faster, digging himself in and out of you, his cock twitching hard between your walls. “more…more more more….” so hard you can feel every throb. “i can’t get enough, i can’t…” he growls out against your ear, releasing your neck for your hair, pulling your head back. “i’ll go fucking insane…” he bends over, and bites, moaning between his teeth.

your legs spread and close tightly around his hips, keeping him in place as he ruts on you wildly.

“you’ll take everything…every…” one thrust. “single…” another one, rougher. “drop of me.”

oh, that you will. right ?

i don’t need to say that lohen inspired me greatly- *coughs* so yeah hi, i’m back.

his hard hands grip your waist violently as you jump on top of him. he raises his head, panting, his eyes half-closed, illuminated by a single ray of blue neon, in the middle of the darkness of the room in which you hid. his hot breath ghosts over your lips, trembling each time you push him a little deeper into you. through the slightly ajar door, indie music resonates, as well as a tangle of voices and laughter.

“ahn--” his thighs thrust up hard, hitting your insides firmly. your lips separate, and his hand quickly presses against them.

"shut the...fuck up...." he growls between two breathes of pleasure, his thighs lifting, slapping against your ass, your intimacies meeting in a hard and fast rhythm. "you want the others to hear you moan like a whore? huh?" your eyes roll back as his thumb slides inside your mouth. you hold yourself to his bony shoulders as he continues to fuck you mercilessly, pressing down on your hips, pushing himself into you. you could feel the pleasure he felt from fucking you...his moans, the way he panted hotly against your lips, the way each of his muscles tensed under your fingers, the heat of his body, and his throbbing cock, making your insides shake and clench.

"g...god...i'm gonna..." he pants. his black nails dig into your waist, and you come hard against his body, biting his thumb and suckling on it to muffle your moans. a whimper escapes his lips as he comes too, his arms wrapping around your waist with all his might, his seed filling you hard. your insides tighten against his cock, milking every drop out of him, making him twitch and growl of pleasure.

his thumb leaves your moisted lips, a trickle of saliva connecting them, and your half-lidded gazes lock, riding out your orgasms. scaramouche smirks against your lips and whispers tiredly: "who knew you were such a slut..."

he's there in front of you, his body tense and plaintive meows escaping his lips. he looks up at you, his indigo cat tail wrapping around your arm.

"need...i need..."

within seconds, your body finds itself lying beneath his as he slides his tongue along your jaw. a squeal escapes your lips as your hand tangles in his soft hair. "your fangs...don't bite...scara..."

you could feel his erection rubbing against your thigh as he moans and purrs against your ear, at the edge of desperation.

“but your skin...so good....makes me want to..”

his cat ear pulses under your fingers as you feel his claw pull aside the side of your underwear, and his bare cock rubbing against your throbbing intimacy.

his fangs brush dangerously against the sensitive skin of your neck, and suddenly, he bites.

you only have time to gasp as he thrusts completely into you, growling like an animal, his instincts taking full control of his body.

your eyes roll back and you can only brace yourself against the tense muscles of his back as he moves inside you slowly, but hard, then faster...and faster...until you can't do anything anymore but moan in pleasure.

your head falls to the side on the mattress, fully offering your neck to him as he pants, mewls and moans with each hard thrust, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place.

"It's good...it's so good...fuck..." he pants, his claws scratching the sides of your waist.

he can feel your insides throbbing and clenching around him, keeping him deep so he can never pull out again. "if you squeeze...ahn...like that..I'll..."

a trembling whimper escapes his lips as his cock twitches deep inside you, his body pressing against yours.

your thighs rise to hug his waist, feeling a ball of pleasure forming in your lower stomach. bigger and bigger...so fucking good...

his eyes roll back, his cat tail wraps around your waist tightly, and with one last rough thrust, he cums deep inside you, filling you completely as his fangs sink into your shoulder.

"..fuck..." the ball of pleasure explodes inside you, and you cum shortly after him, your hips thrusting up, milking him, making him groans and purring loudly.

he continues to thrust into you slowly, riding out both of your orgasms, licking and kissing the bloody marks he left on you...

"bad kitten...using bad language.." you whisper, still panting.

“you should...raise me better then..you are the master, aren’t you?” he purrs playfully, licking your cheek.

imagine scaramouche needs your comfort like every evening after his fatui harbingers meeting...

scaramouche....a powerful man, an assertive warrior, capable of controlling entire armies, born to be a god.

a man with an insatiable thirst for power, who crushes anyone who stands before him...who was now against your chest, his eyes cloudy.

"i....i need..." he needs your comfort.

his lips kiss your neck delicately as he unbuttons your shirt. You know what he wants. what he needs.

he pushes the collar of your shirt aside, and his hot, trembling breath fangs over your hard nipples as he stares at them.

your hand gently melts into his hair as he begins to suck one of them gently, his breathing quickening with desire before slowing down little by little. he could feel your nipple hardening between his lips as he teased it with his tongue, sucking on it like milk was going to come out. you wanted....fuck...how you wanted to give him milk...feed him..

"good boy…” you breathe hotly as he raises his gaze to look at you devotedly, his hands gripping your waist a little too tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

"yours..."

and no matter how much you whisper to him that you'll never leave him, his hold on you never weakens. you are his.

"mine..."

his to use..his to fuck...his to hurt...his to break...his to kiss....his to kill...

he doesnt care about how embarassed you are. he spreads your cunt, observes like he would observe pure art in a museum, and puts his mouth on you. suckling, licking, nibbling like a starving kitten on its milk. "...fuck...you taste so fucking good..." he squeezes hard your thighs between his hands, pushing your hips into his face.

you hear him humming in appreciation as you start to roll your hips against his lips, out of despair and pleasure. his warm tongue on you, his indigo hair tingling the sensitive skin of your thighs...everything feels so good. you feel like an opened wound between his hands.

"....push me...into you...go on...don't be shy..." he whispers warmly against your pussy.

you bury a hand inside his hair, tugging on them, making him moan as you pull his face even closer. he looks up at you, his expression dazed of arousal, his lips moisted with your wetness, and stares at you as you come hard on his tongue, your hips twitching between his hands. He keeps suckling on your clit, as you ride out your orgasm, swallowing your wetness eagerly.

you looked down on him, sitting astride his half-undressed thighs.

out of breath, heart trembling. those lips that previously commanded entire fatui armies, moist with your saliva...that indigo, mean gaze that terrified anyone...and now looking only at you.  you you and you.

"...touch me...I can't take it anymore..." he whispers, sliding his hands on your hips.

you raise an eyebrow.

"....p..please..." he adds between his teeth. you didn't need to insist, he must be very excited today to give up so easily. 

you lower your hand, and he automatically raises his hips, groaning as your fingernails brushes his erection still covered in his black bodysuit. rock hard.

"how long have you been like this, mh?"

he lowers his head, his hands tightening more around your hips, squeezing them.

"who fucking cares....just...touch me..!"

your hand automatically tightens around the bulge, snatching a shaky whimper from him.

"you're in no good position to give me orders, little puppet..."

the boy's breath was getting more and more erratic as you rubbed his erection fiercely. you could feel it pulsate under your palm.

"...ah...could it be when we bathed in the lake this morning? when you kept staring at me with those bratty eyes? mh?"

he lowers his head and nods very slowly.  he couldn't take it anymore. he wanted you to touch him.

"fuck...just...please..."

your hand passes over his chest, only covered by his black bodysuit, so thin that it revealed his hardened nipples.

you rub them as you pass your hands on his torso, which tenses at the contact. no heartbeat in the entrails of his doll body, but a palpable warmth that emanated from his white skin. your hand goes down...and down....and his breathing increases as you grip his bodysuit between his legs, releasing his erection from the wet tissue.

his hard member stands under your eyes, already wet and throbbing with need.

you grab it gently and start to stroke it slowly....too slow.

one of his hands grabs your wrist. he growls :  "i fucking swear... if you...don't go faster than that I will...agh!"  your hand tightens around his member. his head falls back against the trunk of the tree. he moans.

"yeah ? what are you going to do, huh?" you whisper as you lean towards him. his puppet white skin quivered under your tongue and lips as you kissed down his neck.  "you can't do anything to me, wanderer....can you ?" your hand quickens.

his eyes open wide to the sensations and his body tenses with pleasure under your fingers. his hips rises even more, with a seemingly unsuspected force, lifting you up slightly on his legs.

"oh...fuck..." he moaned, his voice thick with arousal. "keep going please...dont stop..."

his hands slide down your body, shoulders, arms, waist and legs.

his indigo hair slightly concealed his half-closed dark eyes as you watched him trembling, on the verge of orgasm. beautiful...

your hand slides down his cheek, your lips close to his without kissing them as you whisper "come for me....let go..."

he doesnt need more to come hard between your fingers, moaning and whimpering your name against your lips, his body throbbing with pleasure and his eyes rolling back as he finally let his head drop against your chest.

you raise your hand slowly and lick it gently before bringing it to his shaky lips.

"what a good boy...." you whisper softly as he hugs your waist tighter, suckling on your fingers, his body still throbbing against yours.

"harder...harder...!" you beg as he pounds you senseless, groaning agaisnt your lips, his hand clenching around your neck.

"you slut...isn't that enough for you? haha...of course it's not..."

scaramouche had a bad day. harbinger meeting, boring experiences with dottore....all he was waiting for is catching you between two walls and release pressure. you tug on his longer indigo hair behind his neck and he growls of pain and pleasure before kissing you wildly.

his thrusts becomes more messy, driven by despair. he just wanted to feel good..."let it out....let it all out...." you whisper between moans as you feel the pace pick up. he presses your hips between his fingers and raises his head to look at you with a wild, needy and... almost childish expression. "fuck...I'm gonna...i'm..."

"yeah...go on....inside...."you squeeze your legs around his waist in encouragement and he pours into you in a shaky moan, his hand sliding weakly from your neck to your chest to your lower abdomen, which he squeezed lightly to feel himself moving inside you. "i feel it...moving inside you...between your guts..." he sneers softly, rubbing your belly as if you're the most precious thing in teyvat.

needy and angry tate langdon. quick fucking in a corner of the house.