[ childe is on the landing outside of baritones already, looking sane af. his clothes are a torn mess and he's got a number of cuts on him. the most worrying??? part is all the blood he's covered in. ]
Alala, right, that's his name? well I made sure he knows that you're mine. [ going to crowd his space as soon as he's able. ]
Don't play dumb. [ childe cages scaramouche in, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head as he grinds into him. ] You said you fucked him, the pink sensitIV, well I made sure that knows that you. are. mine.
He should consider himself lucky, Scaramouche, if not for Alizarin I would have fucken killed him. [ he lifts him up just a little bit, so they're face to face. ] I'm going to breed you so good that the next time you see that little shit he'll know that I fucked you, that I marked you, that I bred you. [ he brings scaramouche to his room, dropping him onto his bed as he starts tearing his own clothes off... though there's not really much of them left. ]
[ he barely has the time to react and shit, between the blood and how forceful Childe is being, he's already rock hard. This is beyond fucked up and yet he can't help it ]
Are you- going to keep me bred for when I meet him again? It might be a while, you know...
I should. I should have dragged that little bastard here by the hair. Made him watch as I breed you full. [ he sets a knee on the bed and leans over scaramouche, looms overhead, tails snapping back and forth as he growls - a grin splitting his face as he considers this and a number of other horrible no good very bad ideas. ]
[ he shreds scaramouche's clothes, tossing the scraps into the pile with his own. ] ...or we could send him a picture. [ he moves one of his legs over his shoulder, so he can bury his face in between his soft, round cheeks - prodding at his asshole with his tongue to at least slick him a little. ]
No. [ barks, another growl muffled into his cute little ass. childe sits back, spreading scaramouche's legs and aligning himself with his hole; the precum beading at the head of his dick helping to slick him up the rest of the way. he's too fucked out of his mind to care about proper preparation. ] I'm done talking about him. [ and then he snaps his hips, forcing himself into scaramouche and throwing his head back to moan loudly. fuckfuckfuck. so hot so tight so all perfectly HIS!!! ] Eleven, Scaramouche, you're going to take eleven.
[ He knew Childe was going to be jealous - no matter how cool he played it, he had to be jealous. He was counting on it. But he thought he'd want to ride him to oblivion, rather than fuck him stupid.
Not that he's complaining.
This is nowhere near enough preparation, and yet he still can't help but moan as he forces his way in, pushes his cock inside and tells him just how many eggs he'll give him ]
I — Really need to punish you properly after this. You are so unruly ...
[ childe thought he had been slick, and that he had managed to fool scaramouche, but apparently he's not as put together as he thought. ]
You were made for my cock, Scaramouche. You feel so good, incredible~, so you should really just stay here all night, ...forever, letting me breed you over and over and over. [ he leans over him, dragging his nose along his neck and then biting where his scent gland would be were he to have him. ] Everyone's going to know you're mine. [ and the starts releasing his pheromones, an obnoxious amount, enough to drown them both, so even those without the wild city ability to pick up scents should be able to tell something is up. ]
[ how is he supposed to do anything but indulge in this when Childe is being ridiculously hot. He's always enjoyed him jealous, he never made a secret of it, so seeing him lose it completely is beyond exciting.
He should be worried, for both him and Alala.
But he's thinking with his dick right now.
And with Childe releasing his pheromones, well, any potential he had for rational thought is gone. He wraps his legs around him, rocking his hips and keeping Childe as close as he can, trying to entice him more ]
I am - I am yours! So fill me with your cum and eggs, fuck me so that I forget I even looked at anyone but - but you.
[ scaramouche should be concerned, because childe's mask is in terrible shape. it shattered earlier, and though he managed to find himself, it doesn't come back fully healed. it's still not 'healthy'... and therefore neither is his mental state. clearly. he doesn't really care if scaramouche lays with alala, with pentium, with... whoever, as long as he tells him... but what he does really care about is having it rubbed in his face. he can and will be jealous, and scaramouche knows he can exploit that... ]
I plan to... [ it's said lowly, lost to a growl as he fucks him with no remorse for how hard and fast he's going. his mask cracks, leaving it in even worse shape, which means it could likely shatter if any other strain is put on it. ]
[ childe laps at the blood that's leaking from the wound he's made in scaramouche's neck, humming as he finally does cum, one more frantic thrust shoving his knot into him, so not a single drop of cum spills. ] You'll take everything and more.
[ The one good side about being high on pheromones is that he wants to please Childe so bad that he doesn't have time for strategy - doesn't bother trying to make him even more jealous so his mask does break, and make things even more exciting. A small silver lining, since it's likely he could end up dying again otherwise.
The pace is intense, put it's exactly the sort of thing he enjoys, and so he ends up moaning at every thrust, getting even louder than usual as he begs for more, harder, swears that he's his bitch — all to please him.
And of course, the moment he feels the knot slip inside him he's seeing stars, coming with a full body shake and arching his back ]
[ childe grabs a hold of scaramouche’s cock to help him through his orgasm, growling a number of degrading things into his ear as he does so. as soon as it seems like he’s finished he brings his cum stained hand to his lips, ] Look what you did. Clean me up. [ and whether or not he planned to comply childe shoves his fingers into scaramouche’s mouth, a pair to start. ] Hm, I think that’s plenty of cum… are you ready… [ he takes a deep breath, shuddering as his own orgasm tapers, his knot swelling even further to lock them together. he rocks slowly, sitting back up so he can watch Scaramouche closely. ]
Eleven…
You haven’t forgotten, right…
[ and one by one he’ll start feeding the eggs into him. they’re thankfully not terribly big because he’s not a monster, but it’ll still be a lot. ]
[ Them not being big is the only saving grace. As it is, however, it's still a lot, and he can't help but let out a low whine as he fills him up. Not that he has any capacity to protest - even if he wanted to, he's too out of it right now ]
I'll make sure that never happens... [ he continues rocking into scaramouche until the final egg is fed into him, another shudder tearing down childe's back and prompting another release. he cries out another satisfied groan as he sinks against him, his hand moving to his overstuffed belly and giving it a rub. ]
[ It always excites him when Childe admires his belly, but now that he's high on pheromones the effect is hundredfold. He lets out a shaky moan, his hand going to Childe's shoulder and gripping on it, a little tighter than necessary ]
Are you - enjoying the sight? You won't get tired of it, will you? I want you to keep looking at me like this.
I am. You look... so good. Like mine. All mine. No one is going to doubt that you're mine, Kunikuzushi. No one. [ growls, pressing in a bit firmly, potentially causing discomfort, though the pheromones may turn that pain into pleasure. ] And no, I could never. You always look so good... bred, full, ...bred. [ he kisses him, hungry. ] Love you, love you so much.
[ This would be a lot more painful if it weren't for the pheromones. But he doesn't care right now, and instead him pressing against him has him moan again, nails digging into Childe's skin as he gasps and lets out another moan ]
L-love you too.
I was only - trying to make you jealous. I love it so much when you're so possessive.
I don't mind showing you affection like this. Raw. Biting. Feral. Rough. I just... don't like worrying that... [ he's jealous, especially because his mask is on the verge of cracking a second time. ] I don't want it to break... not again. [ he tightens his grip on scaramouche, heavy uneven breathes hitting the back of his neck. ] I almost killed that little pink doctor because all the blood was making me steadily more and more violent...
... Mmm. I know you don't like losing control. And now, everything is for you, isn't it? I won't make you jealous anymore. I don't want you to regret anything.
Ah, but if you were to come to Baritones and force me on the bed again, I don't think I'll complain.
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and i'll ask emet-selch to let me in,
so i can tear you door off its hinges
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Alala, right, that's his name? well I made sure he knows that you're mine. [ going to crowd his space as soon as he's able. ]
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... Who are you talking about?
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A-aah ... I thought you were playing it cool the other day.
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Are you- going to keep me bred for when I meet him again? It might be a while, you know...
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[ he shreds scaramouche's clothes, tossing the scraps into the pile with his own. ] ...or we could send him a picture. [ he moves one of his legs over his shoulder, so he can bury his face in between his soft, round cheeks - prodding at his asshole with his tongue to at least slick him a little. ]
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Do you - really want him to have jerk off material?
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No. [ barks, another growl muffled into his cute little ass. childe sits back, spreading scaramouche's legs and aligning himself with his hole; the precum beading at the head of his dick helping to slick him up the rest of the way. he's too fucked out of his mind to care about proper preparation. ] I'm done talking about him. [ and then he snaps his hips, forcing himself into scaramouche and throwing his head back to moan loudly. fuckfuckfuck. so hot so tight so all perfectly HIS!!! ] Eleven, Scaramouche, you're going to take eleven.
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Not that he's complaining.
This is nowhere near enough preparation, and yet he still can't help but moan as he forces his way in, pushes his cock inside and tells him just how many eggs he'll give him ]
I — Really need to punish you properly after this. You are so unruly ...
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You were made for my cock, Scaramouche. You feel so good, incredible~, so you should really just stay here all night, ...forever, letting me breed you over and over and over. [ he leans over him, dragging his nose along his neck and then biting where his scent gland would be were he to have him. ] Everyone's going to know you're mine. [ and the starts releasing his pheromones, an obnoxious amount, enough to drown them both, so even those without the wild city ability to pick up scents should be able to tell something is up. ]
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He should be worried, for both him and Alala.
But he's thinking with his dick right now.
And with Childe releasing his pheromones, well, any potential he had for rational thought is gone. He wraps his legs around him, rocking his hips and keeping Childe as close as he can, trying to entice him more ]
I am - I am yours! So fill me with your cum and eggs, fuck me so that I forget I even looked at anyone but - but you.
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I plan to... [ it's said lowly, lost to a growl as he fucks him with no remorse for how hard and fast he's going. his mask cracks, leaving it in even worse shape, which means it could likely shatter if any other strain is put on it. ]
[ childe laps at the blood that's leaking from the wound he's made in scaramouche's neck, humming as he finally does cum, one more frantic thrust shoving his knot into him, so not a single drop of cum spills. ] You'll take everything and more.
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The pace is intense, put it's exactly the sort of thing he enjoys, and so he ends up moaning at every thrust, getting even louder than usual as he begs for more, harder, swears that he's his bitch — all to please him.
And of course, the moment he feels the knot slip inside him he's seeing stars, coming with a full body shake and arching his back ]
Ajax—!
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Eleven…
You haven’t forgotten, right…
[ and one by one he’ll start feeding the eggs into him. they’re thankfully not terribly big because he’s not a monster, but it’ll still be a lot. ]
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One of these days I'm - really going to burst.
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Are you - enjoying the sight? You won't get tired of it, will you? I want you to keep looking at me like this.
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L-love you too.
I was only - trying to make you jealous. I love it so much when you're so possessive.
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Ah, but if you were to come to Baritones and force me on the bed again, I don't think I'll complain.
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