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Please bite my neck and shoulders, please let me bare them for you. I'll strip myself naked if I have to please just bite me, mark me, make it ache and hurt and grab at the bruises. Point the rows of teeth out afterwards, infront of the mirror, so I can't just feel but see where blood was drawn from. And why stop at my neck and shoulders? Why not my strong arms or my soft chest or my sensitive thighs right in the spot where I'll try to squirm away the most. Please make sure I'm covered in an aching love

Please mark me

𑣲 men and minors dni

cw: sub!needy!sevika, dom!reader, begging, degradation, mutual masturbation, dacryphilia, loser perv sevika, camgirl reader, sadist/masochist dynamic, porn with plot

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sevika is your highest paying customer. once i frequent flyer at the local brothel, she is now deduced to sitting at her computer. each night furiously pounding toys in and out of her tight pussy, watching you do the same. you always used a clear toy so that your audience sevika could see the way your perfect pussy clenched around it.

it’s a scared ritual. every night, she gets home from working on zaun’s council; slams her bag down, and plops right in front of her computer. her pussy already tingling from the thought of you. she keeps a girthy didlo next to her desk at this point, due to all the times she had to get up from your time together and grab it. she still hates herself for even missing a nanosecond of looking at you.

this night though, was very different. for months, sevika imagined purchasing a private live session. then you could see her. she’d only suggest things that she knows turns you on a result of being your biggest, hungriest fan. she knows that you enjoyed being dominate, that you loved mocking and degrading her. sevika nearly cums at the thought of you bitching her out—for her to be nothing but a sad mess at your feet.

the screen is the best she can do. after a week of hyping herself up, she brought a scheduled live stream. tonight was it. sevika dressed in a thin spaghetti strap shirt and no underwear. she wanted every needy piece of her on display for you.

right before the live stream, she finsihes setting up the camera to face her. still sitting in her desk chair, her legs tightly held together in heart-stopping anticipation.

“how are you, sevika?” your voice chimes from the desk. it’s deep and sultry. sevika drools at what you have on: a sheer royal purple teddy with a matching bra and panty set underneath.

“you, uh,” she swallows hard, “look really lovely ta-tonight!”

you chuckle, “i wore your favorite color tonight, as you requested.”

sevika can hardly hear your voice over the thumping of her aching clit. she reaches down to rub small circles hoping it would satiate her hunger at least until introductions are out of the way. as a cam-girl veteran, you see this immediately.

“you’re starting without me.” your voice is dark and eerily even. sevika’s breath hitches. her hand freezes.

“i know you’ve been a fan of mine for awhile. i noticed my biggest tipper. you should know you’re not aloud to touch yourself until i see it fit.”

“so so sorry!” sevika raises both her hands as if she’s surrendering, “you look so amazing tonight, i’ve waiting for this for so so fucking long. got impatient.”

“mmm… what to impatient people get?”

sevika hangs her head in shame. “punished.”

“you should also know how strict i am.” you sit up on your knees so only your neck down is in the frame. slowly, you unbutton your teddy revealing how perfect your bra makes your boobs look. sevika winces,

“i’m sorry for starting without you! please, let me touch myself again!”

“ask me again and we’ll spend this whole hour without your hand even grazing your pussy.” sevika’s silence is enough response. “what’s the safe word?”

“uhm,” sevika glances quickly around her room, “wall clock?”

a laugh much more real than you intended slips, sevika gives a small smile. inside, she’s ecstatic that she managed that.

“you’ll definitely have to wait, though.” you fake pout, turning around and bending over to reveal the thinness of your thong. sevika gulps at the way your pussy pokes through the string.

“so beautiful.” sevika gasps, pupils the size of dinner plates. her hands shuffle around in her lap, “please… show me more…”

wordlessly, you reach two fingers back to spread your pussy open. sevika bites back a moan.

“you could only imagine fucking a woman like me.” you shake your ass in the camera loving sevika’s whimpering reaction.

“yes… i know.”

“guess you’ll have to settle for… masturbating hm?”

“y-yea!” sevika perks up exalted at your inclination.

you turn sitting with your legs spread open, sevika’s jaw slacks. “god it’s almost hard to get horny.” you don’t bother stifling your laugh, “you’re so pathetic! i’ll be nice, you can touch yourself now.”

faster than you’ve ever seen someone move, sevika props her legs up so she’s on full display for you. two large fingers running quick, eager circles around her clit making her hips buck.

“thank you thank you thank you…!” she chokes out between deep moans, “you’re so kind—ah! please… touch yourself too!”

you grin, sliding your panties to the side, “oh you knew exactly what you want… you’ve been waiting for me huh?”

“yesss!” sevika whines loudly, throwing her head back.

“oh i know,” you pump two fingers into your soaked pussy; this didn’t happen often, usually you had to use lube with most of your clients. you bite your lips at the sensation.

“you don’t get pussy often do you, sevika? just sit in your house all day, rubbing your pussy to me?”

“yes! it’s my favorite part of the day!” sevika starts to shake with shallow sobs, with her her dreams coming true like this she could barely comprehend how good this felt.

“what a sad, sad life.” you mock. sevika winces at your harsh tone, yet you can see her leaking the more you taunt her. “can’t get any real pussy so you come to the internet?”

“fuck—i know.” already, she is a shaking crying mess. “i’m such a loser.”

“oh fuck,” you grit your teeth, “love getting you like this… you’re gonna make me cum sevika~”

“i would love that!” sevika cries out, completely broken, “please, please cum and say my name when you do it.”

“mmm, you just might be my new favorite client~” you add a third finger, almost pushing yourself over the edge, “ffuck your fingers would feel so much better!”

sevika almost passed out. the mere thought of her fingers anywhere near you, making you feel good, making you cum. if only she could be so lucky. her mind went completely blank as her entire body twitched and stiffened. she groans out your screen name, which seemed to elongate her climax. she goes limp.

sevika looks at the screen a slight twinge of fear washing over her once she sees the wicked grin painted on your face.

“i didn’t cum yet. i wanna see you touch that pretty pussy again. you’re gonna cum over and over and over again. until i get bored with you.”

A much shorter fic but still yummy. This one is cuter and sweeter than the other one but still had be squirming and aching 🫣. Also I gave Ambessa reading glasses cause hot

Cw: mom x daughter, lactation, lactation kink, I do not know much about lactation tbh, breastfeeding, I think thats it?

I imagine this to take place before the last fic btw! And this was a request from a special someone 🤭

in doggy, back arched all pretty, holes exposed so i can pick which one to play with.

shoving myself deep inside you after you’ve mouthed off for the last time. forcing you over the console, pushing your face into the seat with your ass up. loud slaps landing on your skin after ripping your pants down, rubbing my tip along your dripping hole. clit already swollen and red, pathetic moans flowing from your lips at the attention to your puffy nerve. “you’re such a fucking whore, is this what you needed so badly? my cock abusing your little cunt?” rolling your hips, desperate for friction. fisting your hair at your lack of manners, “i asked you a question, are you already too cock dumb to answer?” pushing into you fully, bottoming out over and over as you struggle to find your words. drool pooling beneath your head as your eyes beg to shut. “y-yes mommy. f-fuck, this is exactly what i needed.” long whines in between your words as my angle deepens. hand in your hair, face shoved into the seat, back arched to a painful degree. you looked so fucking pathetic like this.

I get you

“You shouldn’t be here. In this room. With her.”

But she was.

You shouldn’t have called her. You shouldn’t have asked her to come. But now she stood in front of you, looking at you like she was angry for wanting you at all.

She kissed you hard, not softly or romantically, but with a kind of desperation. Her fingers tangled in the back of your neck, thumb tilting your chin up as if daring you to pull away.

You didn’t stop her.

You kissed her back with the same ferocity.

“Missed me, huh?” she murmured against your mouth.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you breathed.

“Oh?” Her hand slid from your neck, down your chest, stopping just above your thighs. One finger pointed downward while the other hooked around your leg, pushing your nightgown higher. “Looks like you did.”

The damp spot visible through your underwear made heat rush straight to your face.

“Liar,” she whispered, amusement in her voice.

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her touch was deliberate, slow, like she had all the time in the world and none of it at once. The fabric bunched beneath her hand as cool air met overheated skin, making you shiver.

Your hands found her waist instinctively, pulling her closer, erasing the last bit of distance between you. You could feel her breathing speed up, and her heat through her clothes as your thigh slotted between her legs. You bring your mouth to her neck your teeth grazing the skin.

“I should’ve stayed away,” you admitted roughly against her throat. “I tried.”

“And yet…” Her thumb traced teasing circles along the edge of your underwear. “Here you are. Here we are.”

The room suddenly felt too small, too warm. The outside world disappeared until there was only her.

She kissed you again, slower this time, devastating in its patience. Your grip tightened in her hair as she smiled faintly against your lips, victorious and hungry all at once.

“Tell me to stop,” she challenged softly. “Tell me this is a mistake.”

You held onto her like she was the only steady thing left in the room.

“Don’t you dare,” you said.

A smile bloomed across her face.