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To celebrate the ever-increasing number of beans that seem to be gathering here I thought I'd do a little something special to say thank you and show my appreciation. So I'm letting y'all take the reigns for a little while.

Choose three prompts from the list I've lovingly compiled below and an idol you enjoy, and I'll write something around it. I'm open to mxm/fxf/reader-insert so please stipulate which you want. If you choose mxm/fxf please specify the idols, if you choose reader-insert please specify gender and pronouns - otherwise I'll assume female gender and she/her pronouns.

CC's feel free to use this prompt list for your own juicy needs but pls give credit if you do. 🙏

Prompts:

"You want to kiss me so hard right now, don't you?"

"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last person on earth."

"Bite me."

"Are you hard? Here?"

"You know how many times I've imagined your lips around me?"

"You make me crazy."

"Touch me. Anywhere."

"Sit on my lap and maybe you'll find out."

"That feels good..."

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"It's wrong. You know it's wrong."

"You make me so wet."

"I don't know. I think I just love him/her."

"Spread your legs, sweet thing."

"It hurts so good."

"This my first time..."

"Hold me closer."

"Make your mark on me. I want everyone to see."

"If I ask you to do something, will you think I'm weird?"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Don't make me wait."

"Fuck, you're insane. I love it."

"Open your mouth for me."

"Can you do as you're told? Just this one time?"

"We're just friends. Obviously."

"His dick is huge. Like - too huge."

"I fuck him/her sometimes. Sometimes he/she fucks me. It's whatever."

"Shut your mouth before I stuff it full of cock."

"Just touch me already."

"You're not as hot as you think you are."

"Your fingers feel so good..."

"Kiss me like you mean it."

"Please, just let me come."

"Are you crying?"

"We might get caught. Does that turn you on?"

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"Scream my name when you come, baby."

"Don't look at me like that."

"You started it. Now I get to finish it."

"Touch yourself. Show me how you do it."

"Next person that walks through that door, I'm going to fuck."

"Do you trust me?"

"I bet I can make you come first."

"You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess."

"Come here. Now."

"Put your tongue in my mouth."

"You belonged to me before I even made you mine."

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

"You're so fucking obsessed with me."

"Get on your knees."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have done that."

"Fuck you."

"You're doing so well. Just a little more."

"Are those my panties?"

"He/she made me feel things you never could."

"Does he/she know what a desperate little cocksleeve you are?"

"Hold my hand."

"Can I kiss you? Like, on the lips?"

"You're so warm. Feels good."

"I'm going to come, like, instantly."

"Look at you, all flushed and pretty. Fuck, you're perfect."

"Bend over."

"Good morning, princess."

"And everyone said you were the innocent one."

"I bet he/she cries when he/she comes."

"It's a workout, but like, naked."

"Sit on my face."

"You think he/she moans as pretty as he/she sings?"

"I needed you. You weren't there."

"You look adorable like that."

"Is there a reason you're in my bed?"

"Can we touch you?"

"I'll talk you through it, baby. Take your time."

"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it."

"Beg for it."

"Your body is fucking unreal, baby."

"Can you prep me?"

"He/she was the best sex of my life, until you were."

"It's break-up sex. That's all."

"I know a way to release all that nasty tension."

"Really? Because your pussy is saying something different, sweetheart."

"I always imagined you'd taste like pineapple. Guess I was right."

"Friends don't rub their dicks on each other."

"It's not cheating if we don't get caught."

"You're an animal."

"Fuck, you're so tight."

"No strings, right?"

"I'm not thinking about anything other than the way you'd feel inside me, honestly."

"You make me want to die."

"Please, tuck it away. Spare my eyes."

"You can suck it, if you want."

"Use my thigh. You've been staring at it all night anyway."

"Louder."

"Harder."

"Let me repay you. Please?"

"He/she's everything I ever wanted, plus the extra crazy."

"There's no harm in touching it."

"Spit on it."

"Hurt me."

"Don't act like you haven't wanted to fuck me all this time."

"Tell me what you want."

"Can you take another one?"

"Your tongue feels so good on me, baby."

"How long have you felt like that?"

"Bite your lip one more time and we'll have a serious problem."

"Keep your voice down - there's still a party outside."

"Are you going to fuck me, or not?"

"You look so pretty all stretched out for me."

"Okay, bottom."

"If you think being in public is going to stop me, you're sorely mistaken, sweetheart."

"That's gross. And super fucking hot."

"Either I'm insane or you were just masturbating in our living room."

"Change the sheets, quickly."

"Spank me."

"Stay the night, please?"

"Choke me."

"Bonus points if you cry."

"When I wake up, you're still be here, right?"

"There's only one bed."

"You could, like, practice on me. If you want."

"Have you ever used handcuffs?"

"So I bought this new horror movie but turns out I can't watch it by myself."

"Don't stop. I like it."

"Is this okay?"

"We're crossing a line doing this."

"You taste like me."

"I know you think about me when you're alone."

"That wasn't my name you just cried when you came. So, who the fuck is he/she?"

"Never had you pegged as the kinky type, shit."

"Which do you prefer, fingers or mouth?"

"Wear jeans tomorrow - your knees will be bruised to fuck after this."

"You're being shy now? Really?"

"My collection of toys is vast. Want to see?"

"Good girl/boy... Just like that."

"This is our little secret, okay?"

"I can pay you back in bro-gasms."

"I've barely touched you and you're dripping already. Cute."

"You're gorgeous."

"Are you flirting with me right now?"

"How many times have you jerked off to me?"

"Bet you can't come without making a sound."

"You can fuck my tits, I guess."

"A little faster, princess. We don't have much time."

"I hate everything about you."

"I love everything about you."

"Are you awake?"

"I don't think he/she saw us. Now, get on your knees."

"You didn't mean it when you said you loved me, did you?"

"Stop clenching, baby. You're tight enough as it is, fuck."

"Stay still for me."

"Relax. Fuck me slow. Feels better that way."

"He/she's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"He/she's the worst thing that ever happened to me."

"You've ruined me for anyone else."

"I've been so horny all day."

"Maybe I touched myself to you in the bathroom. What are you going to do about it?"

"Don't speak with your mouth full, baby."

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"I don't kink shame. Especially not when it's you."

"Stop teasing me."

"Round two?"

"If I stare hard enough at him maybe I'll just come."

"Talk over me one more time and I'll shut that pretty mouth for you."

"Don't come yet."

"Maybe we take this somewhere more private? I'm not averse to an audience but I doubt you'll want everyone to see how badly I'm about to blow your fucking back out."

"Is that my shirt?"

"He/she's a psycho, but the sex is unreal."

"Let me have all of you, sweetheart."

"Give in to me."

"You think I give a shit that other people want you? I'm the one that gets to have you."

"You can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"You shouldn't be alone right now. I'm staying."

"Sit on my cock, princess. Need to feel you."

"I feel safe when you're here. I'm sorry."

"I missed you more than you'll ever know."

"Just hold me."

"Stay close."

"I really won't be able to stop once we start. Like, really."

"Fuck, I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Where do you want to be touched, kitten?"

"We're not like that, we just sometimes blow each other. That's all."

"Are you actively trying to piss me off or is that a by-product of your stupidity?"

"We're far too drunk for this."

"My come looks good on you."

"You better be naked when I get back."

"This is exactly what it looks like."

"You're not my first choice, but shit, you're the immediate one."

"Your parents will be back any minute."

"Choose me."

"You sound even prettier than I imagined you would."

"Wider, baby. You can do it."

"Mind if I join in?"

"Whatever you do, don't turn around."

"Do you like that?"

"I'll take care of you. Promise."

"Did you just call me bro? When my dick is in your mouth?"

"I've never wanted to fuck anyone this badly."

"It's always been easier to ask for forgiveness than permission."

"How did we end up here?"

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Opposites: violent yandere x quiet reader

Warning: slightly masochistic yandere, mentions of death (I apologize for this. I cut out a lot cause I feel it became too much in terms of sadism for some) Jack knew he shouldn’t harm people since it would upset you but he loved the look you have him when you scolded him for his wrong doings and how you’d make him pay for it. You never hurt him but you made sure he knew he not to do it again. Well you at least tried to. Too bad for you that he was a glutton for punishment. He thought of wearing jackets more often but loved when people questioned what remained on his body afterwards. The visible proof he belonged to you and you alone. Most people believed your personalities wouldn’t match due to your quietness. A person that kept to themself and an obnoxious airhead that liked to start stuff just couldn’t be good together. You two loved each other dearly and while Jack wouldn’t let his outburst affect your relationship in any way, he wasn’t afraid to kick someone’s ass for messing with you or do worse. A shiver would always run down his spine when he remembered the first time he let his anger take hold of him for too long. - “This is all your fault you know?” Jack crouches down, his eyes locked into a stare with ones permanently frozen in fear. “Y/n has been mine even before we started dating but you could never let them go now could you? It doesn’t matter now though.” A cruel smile forms on his lips as his voice becomes a harsh whisper. “I’ll make sure to hide your hands well so even in death you won’t be able to touch my angel.”

Jack felt a heavy weight lifted of his back once the bastard’s body was gone for good. He still hated him with every fiber of his being. The person he killed was a fellow student that was well liked by everyone but just couldn’t be happy with that. He just had to try and take what wasn’t his and so he paid the price for it. Anyone in their right mind would’ve see that Jack wasn’t in the wrong for what he had done. Jack thought that he got away with the deed. No one questioned him about the disappearance and the buzz soon died after a few weeks. He believed he’d get to live the rest of his life in peace with the one he loved and never look back. Until the day you walked into his living room, holding a bloody baseball bat. It was just going to be a normal date night when Jack asked you to get his jacket for him. His room wasn’t the cleanest and when you looked in his closet you found the old bat. He didn’t know what to do as you stood there, stoic. He was sure you put two and two together and his life would be ruined. He was more worried about never seeing your face again than actually going to jail. Taking slow steps towards you, Jack tried to think of the right words to say but nothing came out. The blank look on your face made his heart ache and he fell to his knees, hugging your waist as his face buried into your stomach. “Y/n please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong but I just had to do it. He wouldn’t leave you alone. I told him time after time that you were mine but he just didn’t want to listen. If you really want to turn me in then just bash my head in with that bat. Say it was self defense. I’d rather die in this exact spot than fall to prove my innocence and be taken from you.” Jack jumps a bit as the bat falls to the ground with a loud thud. His body tenses as you wrap your arms around in him a gentle embrace. “I know it’s hard for you to control your anger Jack.” You say in a soft tone as you look down at him. “Remember when we first met? You were mad at the world as usual. You’ve gotten better with it but deep down I know it’s hard to hold back so I’m not mad this time. That’s why I’ll go easy on you.” “E-easy?” “Jack…. You didn’t honestly think I’d forget about this so easily did you? I need to make sure you know not to do this again. One day you might slip up and get caught so why don’t I do something so that you’ll never do that again in the first place?” - No-one would have ever guess that you were the cause of the rope burns around his wrists or the odd bruises that would litter his skin at times. With a simple smile you’d deny having any part in those markings and that’d be the end of it. Not for Jack though. His face would go deep red every time you got away with it and gave him a glance out the corner of your eye with that smile on your face. He just couldn’t understand how you could be so cute yet so cruel at times.

One afternoon Jack was hang out with a friend when you came out or nowhere and nearly scared the daylights out of him. “I’m terribly sorry.” You tell his friend as you grab Jack by the arm. “I need to talk with him for a few minutes but you can have him back soon.” The friend nods, knowing how Jack got when anyone got in the way of your relationship. He shuttered involuntarily as a memory of what happened to the last person came to mind. You thank him before leading Jack off and he felt both nervous and excited because of your tight grip. “Hey Jack? Did you know there’s another person missing from town? Their face was a bit familiar. I believe we ran into them a few days ago and I remember that you didn’t like their tone when speaking to me.” Jack swallows hard and tries to think of what to do. He knew that lying to you would only make things worse for him but he secretly wanted that. “W-well I didn’t have anything to do with their disappearance. All my time has been focused on you my precious doll. Trust me when I say I haven’t even been by that old park in years.” You grin as you place your hand on his cheek. His heart beat quickens at your touch and as you lean in to whisper something in his ear. “How did you know they were last seen at the park then?” “….. Shit”

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TJEYRE OPE N🏃🏃 what if mc had a little plushie of them and took it with them everywhere 👉👈 totally not yearning for their merch rn

(AAAA I KNOWWWW! I want my MC plushie to get here noooooowwwww!)

MC and…Plushie MC

Lucifer

This man cannot for the life of him figure out why MC carries around a plush toy. The closest thing he’s seen in all his years is Levi carrying around his body pillows and whispering ominously to them…

*shudder*

But other than that, it’s very much a shrug it off kind of thing. If MC ever loses it, he’ll help look because he’s not a heartless bastard. (His heart is shrivelled, but it’s still there.)

Mammon

Just to let MC know, the great Mammon is NOT jealous of the toy. He’s just… not a fan of it. Alright?

The way MC cuddles the doll all close to their heart… that should be reserved for Mammon! Their first man! And to be honest… Mammon’s not completely convinced that the sheep… isn’t alive…

It’s uh… creepy…

Leviathan

Lmao mood. Levi is a collector of merch, and plushies are often merch. It’s safe to say he has plenty of plushies scattered around his room.

When he notices how gentle and loving MC is with their beloved sheep doll, Levi actually debates letting MC cuddle is prized life-sized Azuki-Tan plush.

…mmm… maybe not yet… but it’d be just so moe…

Satan

*insert Satan is a sucker for cute things here*

The real action comes when MC gives Satan the doll to hold when they have to go make dinner.

I recommend you all watch the Boys in the House videos on Obey me’s official YouTube channel and watch how Satan’s VA treats his MC doll.

A moment of silence for the lamb. (Hehehehehehe-)

Asmodeus

While Asmo isn’t a stranger to plush toys, he’s very confused as to why MC feels the need to carry their sheep plushie around so often.

Asmo’s most prized plush-friend sits on one of his dressers, it’s a pink teddy bear dressed in full BDSM gear. It’s name is Christian Pink.

Rest assured, if asked, Asmo makes a great plushie-sitter. Buuuut the sheep plush may be returned wrapped in shibari. (Christian Pink needed company)

Beelzebub

One word, or- noise. AWWWWWWWWW!

Beel finds MC’s love of the plushie adorable, and won’t hesitate to make it known in his own blunt Beel-y way.

He might get crumbs all over it though- so be sure to not ask him to plushie-sit while he’s eating.

Belphegor

He stole MC’s life, their heart, and now he’s stolen their plushie. Little emo bitch-

Anyway~ after MC admonishes him for his awful theft, Belphie still likes to cuddle with the plushie almost as much as he likes to cuddle with MC.

The plushie just smells like them… okay??? Belphie also tends to accidentally leave the plushie in random spots around the house, and from that terrified shriek, it looks like Mammon found it.

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Biting More Than You Can Chew

Kaeya Alberich x Top Male Reader

“Sir Kaeya is known for his habit of taking risks. But perhaps, the bold and suave cavalry captain should learn a bit of caution.”

CW: Rape/Non-Con, No Prep, Spit as Lube, Degradation, Humiliation, Bleeding, Begging, Dacryphilia, Mentioned Stalking, Mentioned Obsession

The entire thing was supposed to go smoothly. Flawlessly. As it had always been, especially with the help of his good looks and charming tongue.

Cavalry captain Kaeya Alberich was only letting his ear loose when he caught whispered words of a suspicious man lurking through the streets when the day's late, a cloak over his head and a rusty kamera in his gloved hands. He'd linger near the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, pacing on his feet as he went into hiding behind whatever large item he could find. Suspicious and worrisome activity indeed, he decided.

It could be hardcore fan who's just a bit too interested in one of the knights or someone who works in the headquarters. Definitely a higher level compared to the woman who's constantly thinking about his brother and nothing else, and that's saying a lot.

But as those words began to spread like a plague, reaching the ears of the other knights, Kaeya could sense the anxiety that began festering through the Ordo Favonius. Who wouldn't be, knowing that they might be the target of such a disgusting act unknowingly? He'd notice the way they've heightened their guards up at all times (which is good, but takes a toll on their mental health). Poor little Amber would glance around queasily, Lisa almost never left the library and even strong, unyielding Jean Gunnhildr could be seen on edge.

Now, this absolutely won't do. And as the kind and generous friend he is, how could he not extend his aid and provide them more safety? He'll catch this disgusting bastard, and no longer will they be glancing behind their backs every second of the day.

❧

It was late when Kaeya began his little plans. He noted down the pattern of this person's movements through what's been whispered and shared, as well as their general appearance - or at least from what they could see.

They're always seen in a dark green, dusty and tattered cloak that reaches their ankles, and their hands are covered in dark leather gloves. And they always, always have a kamera on them. Marjorie had told him that she would sometimes see them prowl around near the lower parts of the city, where not much people would crowd in. With a smile, he thanked her. Kaeya knew where to find this man now.

But maybe, just maybe... Kaeya should've practiced some more caution.

He stumbled upon that man, in all his cloaked glory, just as he took the last steps down the stairs. There, he froze as if he was caught red-handed - which he really was - and Kaeya could see the way his eyes and his kamera glinted from the minimal light the moon provided.

"Oh, would you look at that?" He crooned, grinning at the creep before him. "Right into the lion's den, I presume. Your days of stalking down our poor knights are over, I'm afraid."

He spoke of nothing in return. Kaeya sighs.

"Listen, I really want to turn you in right now, but Jean won't be too happy to know I decided to grab some guy without proof. I mean, anyone could be some random suspiciously cloaked weirdo at night, holding a kamera that's seen better days." He said, gesturing to the poor machine in the man's hands. "I'd suggest you show me what exactly you've been doing. If it's innocent, I'll release you. If it's fucked, you're fucked, get that?"

The silence that followed stretched for a moment or two, and Kaeya was prepared to resort to extreme measures, until the man sighed and turned.

"...Fine."

The captain blinked, before his lips curled into an amused grin. "A fine choice, I'd say. Lead the way, handsome."

And oh, did he lead the way.

❧

You couldn't believe your eyes when he stood before you at the dead of night, soaked in moonlight like the ethereal being he is. The moment he walked down those steps, halting right in front of you, you could feel the tent forming underneath your pants.

The beautiful cavalry captain was searching out for you, apparently, without a single suspicion that he was the one you wanted. He was the one your prowled around at night like a hungry wolf for. He was the one you desired.

“Right into the lion's den, I presume.”

And oh, was he absolutely correct.

You lead him through the gates that night, and Kaeya waved away any questions the guards have to ask. His charming smile was enough to reassure them, and more than enough to have your desires stirred up even more.

The walk was long and strenuous, and Kaeya whistled to fill the silence.

"So we're travelling now, huh? How thrilling."

So thrilling, especially for you. Because he was right there, right within your grasp. One reach of your arms, and he'll be all yours.

And how could you possibly pass that chance up?

Kaeya, ever the sharp-eyed knight, dodged the moment he saw the glint of a dagger in your hands that was sent flying towards him. But only then did it dawn upon him that you were aiming for his vision instead of his flesh, and the moment you speared the chain that kept it dangling, it was already too late. The vision stuck to the dagger, being sent flying away and rendered unusable to it's weilder.

Kaeya turned to find you lunging towards him.

The sounds of bodies hitting the earth echoed through the night sky as you tackled the captain to the ground, grabbing his wrists the moment your hands reached his skin and pinning him down to the grass. Your surprising strength held him down, and Kaeya found himself struggling fruitlessly.

He tried maintaining a calm appearance, but the way you leered down at him was nothing but calming.

“Hey, now.” He dryly chuckled, feeling his first cold sweat trail down. "Take me out to dinner first, would y—"

Lips crashed into his own before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened before repulsion filled him from head to toe, and he struggled to turn and break away from your lips. Your little kiss seperated with a gasp for air from the captain, and you licking off his saliva from your lips.

"What the hell?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at you. "Which archon gave you the rights to do that?!"

"I don't need the archons." You spoke, your voice low and gravelly. Kaeya gulped at the way your cold eyes trailed down his body, lightly shifting in unease. "I only need you, my dear Kaeya."

He squinted at you like you're a riddle no man has ever solved, and slowly shook his head in disgust. "You're insane..." He grimaced.

"And you, Kaeya Alberich, are an absolutely foolish man." You grinned mockingly down at him. "Willingly seeking out the 'creep' that's been wanting you for ages. Years of endlessly craving for the touch of your skin, to hear your voice reserved all for me, and finally... finally... You're here, right where I want you to be. After all, as stupid as you can be, there's no denying that you are a vision by itself. Blessed by the Archons, falling from Celestia itself..."

You could see the way Kaeya's face shifted into absolute horror and disgust by the truths you unveiled and the way you spoke of him. His tanned face paled the moment he felt his arms shift as you used one strong hand to hold down both wrists, and the other one began trailing down his defined curves.

"Fuck..." He hissed, buckling wildly to free himself but to no avail. He grunted at the futility of his attempts and began panicking. "Get off of me, you bastard!"

His words went into one ear and out through the other, apparently. You ignored his growls and pressed a nail through those slutty tight pants he walked around in on the daily until it bursted through. You tugged onto that hole and tore apart a large hole, exposing the beautiful skin of his groin.

"So, so beautiful..." You mumbled, paying no mind to Kaeya's fearful protests and only focusing on further exposing the beauty between his legs until it was bare all for you.

My, such tight underwear he wore. Much easier for you to simply rip off of him, forcing a horrified yelp out of the poor captain.

"Don't-" he gritted his teeth, "don't you dare!"

Before he could react, you twisted his entire body around with impressive strength until he faced the earth. Kaeya struggled to wriggle out as you slowly crawled lower, your hands pinning down his tiny waist until your chest laid between his thighs. His ass was all bare and exposed for you, and you salivated at the tight hole hiding in between.

Kaeya gasped when he felt something wet trail up the crevice of his ass.

"Get off of me!" He immediately shrieked, trying to kick you away but you kept a firm grip on his thighs. He could do nothing but twist around in vain, his nails digging into the earth as he tried to pull himself away from you.

A small whimper escaped his lips as your tongue prodded through his little virgin cunt.

"N-Ngh..!" He whined, pressing his forehead into the grass as he felt the humiliation bubble within him. His hips buckled from the sudden odd yet overwhelming feeling, and you grinned against his plush asscheeks.

"It seems that the poor cavalry captain enjoys this..." You teased.

"SHUT UP!" He barked. "Get off, asshat! I swear to the seven, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna—AH!"

He felt a sudden sting as something longer and bigger forced it's way through his hole, digging deep despite the dry friction that made it so much more difficult. And it hurts.

You pressed your middle finger deep into the writhing captain, crawling deep into his unexplored walls and feeling yourself swell up in bliss. Because this was Kaeya Alberich's ass you were fingering! Your dick was growing so hard at this point that it's starting to hurt.

"Shit— Stop it!" He cried out, hips attempting to buck away as he hissed from the burning stretch. He didn't think it'd hurt this bad. "Are you deaf?! I said STOP!!"

He shouldn't be surprised when you only went further, and then your fingers curled.

The sudden wave of pleasure coursed through Kaeya's lithe body, and he choked on a moan. What was that? What did you do? And why did it feel... Good?

You chuckled darkly, prodding against that one spot and forcing out broken moans from the captain. "Looks like I've hit the bullseye." You grinned. "It feels so good, doesn't it? Admit it, Alberich. You love it, and you want more."

"FUCK YOU!!" He shrieked, beyond ashamed and humiliated by how your words stirred up his composure, and how some of them were true. It felt good, but he didn't want anymore of it. Because it hurt like a bitch, and he just didn't want you doing this to him in general.

"No, Kaeya." You grinned, chuckling jeeringly. "I'm gonna fuck you."

Kaeya blanches.

"No." He breathed out, vigorously shaking his head as you stood up and pressed a boot firmly against the small of his back, keeping him in place. "No, No, NO! Get off of me you- you sick MANIAC!!"

Kaeya writhed wildly when he heard buckling coming from behind him, unable to escape from the pressure of your weight holding him down. He could feel the first sob beginning to break through, but through some ridiculous pride, he managed to keep it in... For now.

Eventually, your hands returned and groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading them apart to reveal his hole, glistening from your saliva. Your thumbs pressed through the still tight cunt and they spread the puffy rim, all while your eyes remained fixated on the sight you've been dreaming about for years.

Kaeya began breaking when he felt the head of your cock press against him.

"NO!" He struggled, pathetically twisting and turning like a caught prey desperate for it's unreachable freedom. It amused you, the way he thought he could get away with this.

"HELP! Somebody, help me!" He cried out, feeling his eyes prickle with tears before a choked sound of pain escaped through his lips as you breached him.

He howled into the ground when he felt you press through his unprepared hole, your fat cock digging through the tight rim, forcing it to spread apart to accommodate your girth. It felt like being speared by hot iron; it fucking burns.

But to you, it felt like you've ascended to Celestia itself. You couldn't believe it, you thought you were in a blissful dream. Because here you are, Kaeya Alberich underneath you, taking in your cock even if unwillingly. It dawned upon you that this may be the only chance you'll ever get, so you'll savor every moment of it.

Kaeya was writhing and crying out the entire time as you took your sweet, agonizing time with pressing your cock into him. His sobs echoed through the night sky, pleading for mercy while desperately calling out for help. Luck was not on the captain's side tonight, as not even one patrolling guard could be seen anywhere.

"Stop! Stop, please!" He sobbed, voice hoarse and painful. "Agh! It hurts- fuck, it hurts!"

"Shh..." You whispered into his ear, sighing as your hips finally met his round ass. "You'll enjoy it soon, dear captain..."

And before he knew it, you grabbed his hips, pulled out and slammed back into him. His back arched beautifully as he screamed into the air, pain filling his entire being.

"Archons, you feel so good..!" You gasped, relishing in the way Kaeya squeezed so perfectly around your cock, his walls moulding perfectly around the intricate shape of your dick. "You feel amazing, Sir Kaeya! I'm gonna fuck you so good, captain, I promise!"

"N-No—!" He couldn't even finish his sentence when you thrusted once more, sending jolts of agony through his trembling body. It hurt, it burned, it stung and it was nothing but pure torture for the young captain. His body rocked alongside each snap of your hips, paired with the pained yet pleasured sounds pouring out of his mouth, he was the picture of a dicked down slut itself.

The sight was utterly beautiful for you. Kaeya, underneath you - even if he was facing away - shuddering and moaning as he took in your cock like the good whore he is. And his cunt gave you pleasure beyond what a man should be worthy of receiving. You couldn't help but thrust into him like an unyielding piston, fucking him mercilessly, brutally, cruelly. It was suddenly so much easier to thrust, and you know well that Kaeya's skin had broke and bled. Perhaps it was his battered body's form of mercy, to provide lubrication even if it meant bleeding.

No matter, because you only grinned in delight. Kaeya's blood was on your skin, and you couldn't be more happier.

You fucked him raw and deep, your large cock drilling into his insides and threatening to break him. His legs trembled like a wilting flower, unable to hold himself up if not for the hands that kept his ass up. His hair was all over his face, and you couldn't catch a glimpse of his beauty as he took your dick.

You decided that you didn't like that.

In a swift motion, you turned him around so he's laying on his back. Steam blew out of your nose at the ravishing sight of Kaeya's red, tear-streaked face, eyes rolling back into his head as he pants heavily. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, he didn't even have the strength to stop your hands as you hikes his knees up to his chest. His flexibility impressed and aroused you, so you began fucking him once more.

"P-please..!" He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan as you fucked into his prostate. "Stop, stop it, please..! Hahh..! I-I can't— not anymore..! Let me g-go..!"

"How could I ever..?" You frowned, utterly repulsed by such an idea. How could you ever, when you finally had him in your grasp? Mercy, what a foolish idea. There was no need for mercy when desire had taken over, and your desire took over everything.

His slender, svelte body bounced as you pounded into him yet again, wanton moans escaping those plump lips that you couldn't help but devour them once more.

Kaeya weakly tried to push you off as your ravenous lips and tongue made a mess down his mouth. You tasted every bit of his wet cavern, the tip of your tongue trailing all over his cheeks and gums that he couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation. You could feel his salty tears even in his mouth, and just like every part of him, it was sweet and delicious.

You broke the kiss with an audible pop, and admired Kaeya's now red and glistening lips. Saliva trailed out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down to the ground as he panted once more.

A debauched whore, you thought.

Wanting to taste more, your pulled against the cleavage hole of his blouse until his choker ripped off, allowing you more access through his slutty shirt. His nipples were brown and perky, budding in sensitivity the moment your thumbs rolled them, that you couldn't help but salivate.

Your lips wrapped around those trembling buds and Kaeya whined loudly.

"N-No..!" He cried, weakly punching against your back. "Stop, please! Please!"

Oh, poor cavalry captain, begging so pathetically. He must be feeling so humiliated right now, having his body used up like an object, all at your brutal mercy.

You sucked on his nipples vigorously, tongue lapping and swirling around his nubs while you occasionally clamped your teeth around them. Kaeya howled from the assault of pleasure that broke his mind, arching his back while trying to twist away from your grip. Your hips never ceased thrusting, and the feeling of having both his prostate and nipples abused drove him wild.

And then you grabbed his hardened, leaking cock, and all hell broke loose.

White liquid splattered all over his stomach as he cums with a scream, his bucking up as he came all over your hand. You ceased all movement immediately by the pleasant surprise, and slowly pulled off of his chest as Kaeya began panting from his forcefully pulled orgasm.

His eyelids fluttered open to find you grinning down at him.

"See?" Your lips stretched from ear to ear, rows of teeth glinting menacingly as you brandished your cum-stained hands. "You loved it."

"No..." Kaeya slowly shook his head, dawning horror settling upon him but he was too exhausted to lash out. "I didn't, I—"

"You came, Kaeya." You chuckled, "It means you think it felt good. You think my cock felt good, you whore. You like being fucked. And I'll indulge you, my sweet captain, until you're begging for more."

Kaeya felt you grab his arms, a strong grip pulling them down towards you, and threw his head back with a choked moan as you thrusted in deep. It didn't take long before you were fucking his battered body once more, returning the sting that multiplied from the oversensitivity of cumming.

"A-Ah—!!" He gasped, turning his head away as he felt the unwanted pleasure return once more. Why didn't you stop? When will you stop? Will you ever stop? He didn't know, but he just wanted this entire thing to be over. Why won't the Archons help him? Barbatos, why won't you rescue him?

The way you held his arms down forced him to press his tits together, and with each thrust you could see the mounds of flesh bounce along in sync. It was beautiful, so utterly ethereal, and it'll remain in your memory for the rest of your life.

Kaeya didn't know how long you fucked him until he felt your warm seed shoot out right into him.

It revolted him.

You groaned as you finally came, and was filled with euphoria immediately after. You came while fucking Kaeya Alberich. You came inside of Kaeya Alberich.

You pulled out, agonizingly slow for the captain, and watched the way your cum dripped out of his trembling hole.

You felt yourself rise again. Kaeya cries when he felt your hands spread his legs once more, begging for the mercy you've never had in you.

The next day, the cavalry captain resigned for unknown reasons. Unknown to everyone but you.

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Perverse Fantasies

FTM!Ajax x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Panty Stealing, Scent Kink, Nipple Sucking

Words: 861

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During the day you're a popular, charismatic, straight A student on a full scholarship. At night however...

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Since Ajax usually spends the night out, you can do whatever you want to his stuff and he won't find out.

One would assume that you might be stealing his things since you're nowhere near as wealthy as he is, and it is true that you're stealing his things but the things that you're stealing are very...unconventional.

You decided to do Ajax's laundry one day since you were already doing yours and you wanted to thank him for paying most of the rent in any way you could. You weren't expecting Ajax to own panties, assuming he was more of a boxers type of guy.

You were already thinking perverted things about him but seeing his panties encouraged your thoughts even more. You started to take his dirty panties and jerk off to them on his bed whenever he was out, tainting them with your spend and tossing them somewhere in his room.

You figured he'd never find them, and if he did you'd feign ignorance and hope he's not creeped out enough to test the DNA.

Ajax already knows it's you. You're not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Ajax wonders if there's something wrong with him too because he gets so horny at the thought of you defiling his underwear.

He lets this go on for a while, wondering if you'll make the first move so when you don't, he takes matters into his own hands.

Ajax comes home one day to see you watching TV on the couch and an idea forms in his mind. He quickly goes to his room and strips down to just a big shirt and panties.

He walks over to you with his body trembling in excitement. He's so wet he's sure his panties are soaked.

You glance at him then do a double take, realizing he's nearly naked. "Fuck." You let out a sharp breath. 'Does he know what he's doing to me?' You wonder.

"Watching anything interesting?" Ajax asks as he sits down on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck with a smile on his face.

You bite your lip. "Guess I'm watching you now."

He pulls his underwear off and shoves his soaked panties into your face. You take a big whiff, basking in his wonderful smell.

"You're a fucking pervert~" Ajax smirks, grinding down on your boner.

You groan in arousal and help him take your pants and boxers off.

He bites his lip at your length. "Why do pervs always have such huge cocks.." He closes his fist around the top half of your shaft, using his thumb to rub the pre cum around your tip.

Just watching and feeling Ajax touch your dick is almost enough to make you come.

Ajax notices that. "No one else has ever touched you before, huh?" He snickers, pressing his thumb down.

While that's true, it's mostly just because it's Ajax. "Jax.." You moan.

He pulls away and grabs your shoulders, using them to lift himself up. He smirks at you and stares into your eyes as he sinks down onto you.

Your expression is nothing short of euphoric. He feels even better than you imagined. Ajax moves all the way down to the hilt, your cock fitting snuggly inside him.

You move his panties away from your face, your hands wandering underneath his shirt to grope his chest while your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

He slowly moves up and down, making sure not to move up too high so he doesn't disrupt you. You suck on his nipple like a new born baby and use your hand to make sure his other nipple isn't neglected.

"Ah.." Ajax moans and tightens around you. He moves your head away. "Fuck me."

You grab his sides and push him onto the couch, resting his head on a pillow so he doesn't hurt himself before thrusting inside him.

"Fuuuck-" You groan. "Your pussy feels so damn good, Ajax, holy shit."

He doesn't respond, losing it over how your cock is reaching the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him. To think a virgin could fuck him so good.

"Oh fuck, Ajax~" You close your eyes, focusing on how his wet walls feel around you.

"Don't hah~ don't tell me your- you're alr- already gon- gonna come~ ah~"

"Not until you come, I need to feel you when you come- fuck~"

"Do- doubt yo- you're gon- uh~ last~" He teases.

You toy with his bottom growth in a successful attempt to make him get closer.

Ajax bites his lip, holding onto the sides of the couch as you pull him into an orgasm. "Fuck- fuck-"

He starts sucking you in, clenching and unclenching around your length as he comes.

"Oh gods, Ajax-" You moan breathily. "'M gonna come too-"

You pull out and come all over his twitching pussy, your load almost enough to cover it entirely in cum. You look at it in awe before scrambling to get your phone and take a picture.

"Perv.." He mumbles.

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Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom amab reader, sub Michael Myers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, handjobs, virgin michael, written with '78 mikey in mind

Michael loves lurking around the house.

He stands in doorways of the rooms you hang out in, he watches you through windows and through cracked doors, and even if you close and lock a door you can see his feet under the door frame- giving away how he’s looming outside and waiting for you. He’s like a particularly evasive and aloof cat, except instead of leaving you dead mice you sometimes stumble upon a decapitated head. 

You've heightened your senses to pick up on his presence better, first as a way of survival, yet now due to an interest in the large, quiet, distant man.

He really is like a cat, with the way you feed and house him. You'd never call him a roommate considering he doesn’t pay rent like a roommate would. Though you wish he would, because feeding and covering for him should be a bit financially rewarding. You’d broached the topic once and Michael had just stared at you until you’d awkwardly laughed and left it at that, knowing you were getting nowhere (but sometimes you find random people’s wallets on the bedside table. You take the money and forget you saw anything).

A lot of “conversations” end like that, with him staring at you, like maybe you’re stupid for getting this comfortable with a killer in your home. Maybe you are, because you are getting really comfortable with a killer in your home.

You’ve gotten him to sit with you- instead of him standing for sometimes hours- more and more, every once in a while you hear him grunt when you talk to- or rather, at- him, and you know he’s getting comfortable with you too. So comfortable that he likes to stand outside the door and watch when you masturbate. 

You don't mind it, obviously, otherwise you would've told him off, but it is a bit disappointing. He never enters, nor does anything to make himself known to you. The tension grows between the two of you as you continue to touch yourself to the thought of him, and he continues to watch. 

It occurs to you one night, laying on your back propped against your pillows with your lubed hand fisting your cock, that maybe Mikey- he’d kill you (maybe actually, really kill you) if you called him that to his face- is waiting for permission. It wouldn’t be the first time that his lack of communication has led to you needing to call all the shots in your arrangement. 

You've called out his name before, of course to no answer, but tonight you try again. 

"Michael," you groan, and of course, no answer. "You can, ah, come in," it's worth a try, but you doubt he'll make any moves. 

You squeeze your dick in shock as the door creaks open. The light from the window illuminates his mask, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you think you can see how he eyes you up hungrily. It makes a shiver go down your back, and your cock twitches in your hand. 

He steps forward just enough to close the door behind him, and stares at you, just watching. You slow down your pace, staring back at him. The two of you look at each other for a moment, the slick sound of the lube and heavy breathing being the only noises in the room. 

“You can take a closer look,” you finally suggest playfully, quickly adding, “if you want.” Michael shifts from one heavy boot-clad foot to another, then steps closer. 

He stands, tall and stiff, at the edge of your bed. His thighs touch the bed but he makes no move to get onto it. With him hovering over you like this, watching you so intently, you briefly wonder if maybe this isn’t a good idea. 

Michael's hands are empty, but there’s no saying that he couldn’t have a knife in his pocket. He might just be waiting for the very last second to stab you to death- killing you for your hubris and sinful nature- as he’s done to so many before you. Strangely enough, the thought of that doesn’t make you any less turned on. In fact, you think, if it’s even possible, maybe more blood rushed down to your cock at the idea of him straddling you with a knife.

Despite your grim fantasies, you can tell Michael is at least a little interested in the scene before him. With him so close to you, you can easily see how his coveralls are tented by his erection. And if he hasn’t killed you yet, maybe he never will. 

“Do-” Michael, who’s been staring at your dick, watching you stroke yourself, snaps his head up to look at your face at the sound of your voice. “Do you want to touch me?” you ask carefully, knowing that you look as flustered as you feel. Michael waits for a moment and you can’t tell if he’s really thinking about your question or just teasing you. Then he nods.

You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding, spreading your legs. “Come sit,” Michael follows orders surprisingly well (and you wonder if it’s just because it’s you who’s doing the ordering), getting between your legs slowly. 

As soon as you remove your hand Michael goes to touch your cock, “wait-” he pauses, looking up at you expectantly. You grab the lube, pouring some onto his hand. Michael flexes it, grunting softly at the feel of it coating his fingers and palm.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Michael?” you ask as he wraps his hand around you. He nods, slowly jerking you off in a similar fashion to how you were stroking yourself not minutes ago. You fist your hands into the bed sheets, trying to ground yourself as Michael Myers, the shape that’s been haunting Haddonfield for years, strokes your cock. 

“Do you- yeah, just like that- do you touch yourself when you watch me?” Michael nods again, staring at your cock as he plays with the tip of it in a way that could best be described as curious.

You let him mess around with you for a bit, let him get used to touching another person, let him learn what you like and don’t like, before you start talking again. 

“Can I- ah- touch you?” Michael freezes, slowly looking up at you. “I wouldn’t touch the mask, promise,” he seems relieved hearing that, so he continues jerking you off and nods. You slowly start unzipping his coveralls, revealing the black t-shirt he has on underneath. Getting it opened up a bit more you slip your hands under his shirt and run your hands along his chest, feeling him up and not missing the way his breath hitches as your fingers come in contact with his nipples. 

You’re starting to get a little fuzzy headed as he continues stroking you, like your climax is steadily approaching. You don’t want him to stop touching you, but you also want this to last for as long as possible. 

“Michael,” he looks up at you, squeezing your dick at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I want to see you with your clothes off,” you tell him honestly. He seems to consider this for a moment, and then he’s removing his hand from you backing up off of you. He gets off the bed, and you’re a bit scared for a second that you may have scared him away. Those thoughts dissipate when he starts to undress for you. 

You’re salivating by the time he’s naked. Of course the mask is still on, you would have been shocked if he took it off. His body is littered in scars, fresh and old, and they remind you of who he is and what he's done. You brush off the reminder that he's a murderer easily, so easily it should be beyond concerning. Instead of worrying about all that you let your eyes wander more. Seeing his pretty pink nipples makes you want to suck on his chest and kiss your way down his happy trail to his cock. 

Speaking of his dick, he's uncut and currently so hard and red it looks like it hurts. You coo softly and pat your lap, “c’mere baby,” with him undressed you can see the way the pet name makes his chest flush. 

He plops himself down in your lap like he’s meant to be there. His thick thighs, which are stationed at either side of you, have you drooling. You have to hold his hand to stop him from touching you again. Michael cutely cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

“Can I touch you more?” you ask, adjusting so your dicks are touching one another. Michael nods quickly, like he’s eager for it. You hum, quickly lubing up your hand again, and then slowly you wrap your hand around both his and your dick.

Though it’s muffled by the mask, you can hear Michael gasp at the feeling of your hand on his skin. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whine and a grunt, squeezing your hand that’s been holding his, hard. You get the message he’s trying to send, and begin stroking the two of you off. 

“Has anyone touched you like- nngh- this?” you ask, picking up the pace, because you don’t think either of you will last long. Michael shakes his head no, jerking his hips against yours. His breathing is heavy behind the mask, and every so often you hear a quiet moan or whimper come from him. You feel yourself throb at the fact that Michael is a virgin. 

“I wanna- ah- I wanna make you cum Michael,” you tell him, leaning in to kiss his now sweaty chest. Michael arches slightly into your kisses, starved for any touches you give him. “Been such a good boy waiting for permission,” you murmur against his chest. You notice the way his breath hitches when you call him a good boy. Michael’s cock is leaking pre, and with the way he’s jerking into your hand, frotting his dick against yours, you can tell he’s close. 

“Cum for me baby boy, cum- oh,” it catches you off guard, because he’s so quiet, but just like that he’s cumming. He again squeezes your hand- and for a brief moment you worry he’s going to break it. He shakes and twitches atop of you, cum shooting from him and dirtying your hand and his chest. You watch spurt after spurt shoot out, and come to the realization that though he may touch himself when watching you, he’s been pent up for a while now. 

“Good boy, fuck lookit you,” you groan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. You up your pace, working him through his climax while you bring yourself closer with each second. “Michael,” you cum with his name on your lips, as you have so many times before. The difference being that he’s right here with you and not 15ft away, watching through a crack. 

You’re still catching your breath when Michael leans his entire weight on you, painfully smushing his plastic mask into your skin. You make a noise of discomfort, but he’s too far gone to do anything. 

Once you regain your strength you carefully ease him off of you, and help him get comfortable in the bed next to you. You’re about to go grab a washcloth and a glass of water, but Michael's hand, rough and steady (and a bit moist with lube) around your arm stops you. “I’ll be right back,” you smile, “I promise. Just lay back, I’ll get you cleaned up, baby.” 

Michael blinks a few times, still holding you tight in his grip, before letting you go. You fulfill your promise, returning with the items necessary for a decent aftercare.

He’s observing your every move, like if you make a wrong one it’s over for you. Despite his watchful gaze you clean yourself and him up, then offer the glass of water to him. Michael shakes his head and you shrug before gulping it down. Then, you make yourself comfortable in the bed next to him, pulling up the covers.

Though it feels entirely awkward you press a kiss to the cheek of the plastic mask, wrapping an arm around Michael. He snorts, likely amused by your attempt at affection.

“I’m glad you came in this time,” you tell him honestly, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I’m gonna want to touch you a whole lot more, is that okay? Would you want that?” Michael is nodding before you even fully get the question out. You laugh, delighted by the strange, spontaneous, and exciting turn of events that occurred tonight. 

“Okay, we can… talk more in the morning,” you yawn, the adrenaline from getting off with the Michael Myers finally wearing you down. 

You turn off your light and pull him a little closer, smiling to yourself when you feel him cuddle up to you. The mask pressed against you is uncomfortable, but you don’t mind it if it means Michael is close to you.

“Goodnight,” you mumble, and receive a hum from him that you could get very used to hearing.

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minors dni !! … new blog new post ❤️

sub scara + gn reader. subspace, cock ring, orgasm denial, light spanking, anal penetration, aftercare

“want it? so bad?” scaramouche nods, half-lost in a sugar haze with his tongue swiping across the back of his teeth. “that’s cute,” you say, finger tracing the ring around him. “behave properly, then.”

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Omg dollification and hypno with Malleus I bet he’d love it. Cause just imagine such a powerful magic user, prince of the fae, grandson of Maleficent, all under your control.

A magicless human making his brain all empty. Clearing out any doubts or worries he may have just so he can only think about being your pretty little doll. He doesn’t have to control anything, he just needs to sit back and let you do his hair and makeup, maybe dress him up a little. He just needs to sit there looking pretty and be a good, empty-headed, boy for you. <3

OH YES YES YES TO ADDING HYPNO TO DOLLIFICATION 👁️👁️

I imagine he has trouble getting into his headspace one day and you offer hypnotizing him to get him there. I suspect he'd doubt your ability to get him under a trance, but to his (and your) surprise it works!

But not only does it simply work, it works so well- so much better than just being in sub space- that he gets hooked. He feels empty headed, and completely under your control and possession, just like a doll. Malleus looks more doll-like with the hypno too, his eyes are glassy and clouded from it, staring right ahead. He can sit for hours without getting the least bit restless under your hypnosis, because you can just command him not to feel uncomfortable.

Plus, if he's feeling more like a rag doll, the lack of control over his own body would compliment that desire so well! And when he gets out of the hypnosis he feels so calm and collected and relaxed. Such a fun mix up!!

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Replacing the One and Oni

You take Itto's place as the boss of the Arataki Gang

FTM!Itto x Top!Male Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Double Penetration/Spit Roasting, Voyeurism

Words: 1051 (Bonus Included)

A while ago, Itto had made a bet with you. If you beat him 100 times in a beetle fight he'd make you the boss of the Arataki Gang. He was drunk when he said that but Arataki Itto was a man of his word, he just added a condition. You'd have to beat him by the end of the year, meaning you had 6 months.

No one believed you could do it. Especially with your busy schedule, you'd barely have the time. But you made the time and you got rewarded for it. Months later, you became the leader of the Arataki Gang.

"So...Unfortunately, I lost." Itto pouts. The gang bursts into tears.

"Does this mean you're leaving us?" One member asks in between sobs.

"No. Just stepping down." He shakes his head.

"So I can tell you guys to do anything and you'll do it?" You ask. Itto nods. Your smirk and go to whisper in his ear. "Even if I tell you to let me fuck you?"

Itto turns a deep shade of red and nods. Truth be told, Itto found you extremely attractive and often found himself masturbating to you. So why would he deny that request? Of course, he had no idea what it meant to agree to that.

"You two." You point to the two people in front of you. "Get me a table. Not something short like this thing." You kicked the coffee table in front of you. They nodded and scrambled to find a table.

"What are you doing, man?" Itto asks, trying to keep his composure.

"You'll see."

Moments later the two men come carrying a table and place it in front of you.

"Do...do you need chairs too, sir?" They ask.

"No need." You moved Itto to stand in front of you. He looked back at you in confusion but immediately understood when you bent him over the table.

The group starts to freak out.

"Hey." You silence them. "Don't speak anymore." You pull down Itto's pants and you roll your eyes at everyone's gasps.

"Wa- wait- can't...can't we do it in-"

"Shut up." You smack his ass. He immediately shuts his mouth. "Your body doesn't seem to care where you get fucked, so don't pretend you do." You put a finger in his wet cunt. He squirms around as you start to finger him, the gang looking at you two with multiple different expressions on their faces.

"You're so cute submitting to me." You kiss his ear. He moans. "That's right, moan for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel."

Itto blocks out all the eyes that were staring at him and pretends that you and him are the only people in the room. He whines as you remove your fingers. He turns to look at you and blushes when he sees you lick his slick off your fingers.

You notice the men in the room getting boners. "I'll allow you guys to have a turn with that loud mouth of his." You smirk. The men decide the order of who gets to go with rock-paper-scissors. Itto notices how desperate they are to be the first one to get a blowjob from him.

"Meanwhile..." You pull your cock out and thrust into Itto's pussy.

"Ah!" Itto moans, feeling completely filled when you bottom out. "B-big~"

"You like that don't ya? A whore like you must love this big fucking cock." You thrust into him, turning all your attention to Itto.

"Mm~ yes~!" Itto nodded. "Luh- Love~ it~"

You marveled at the fact that you got the "One and Oni" Arataki Itto to submit to you. He was the perfect cock sleeve.

"Fuck- It's like you were made to take my cock." You slammed into him roughly, not being able to get enough of him. After a long game of R-P-S, a gang member nervously walks up to Itto.

"Go on, Itto. Suck his cock." You slow down your thrusts for a moment.

Itto pulls the member's pants and underwear down, his hard dick hitting Itto in the face. Right after Itto puts the dick in his mouth, you pick up the pace, making Itto deep throat on the gang member's dick.

"Just take it like the whore you are." You grinned. You felt Itto squeeze around your cock. "Cumming already little oni?" You fucked him through his orgasm. His moans made vibrations on the other man's dick, causing him to groan and inched him closer to ejaculating.

"Looks like he likes your mouth, Itto. Be a dear and make sure to take everything he gives you."

"Shit-" The man comes inside of Itto's mouth and he struggles to swallow all of his cum. He licks up the rest that landed on his mouth. The next one comes in and Itto gets throat fucked by every guy in the gang, by the end of it he was drenched in cum. He had so much dripping from his pussy you ended up plugging it in to prevent a bigger mess.

Itto went from the boss to your personal little toy and he loved it.

Bonus:

"This is a pretty nice office." You look around Itto's old office and sit in his old chair. "Pretty nice chair too." You relax into the seat.

You notice Itto staring at you. "Come." You pat your lap. He quickly climbs onto your lap. Before you can do anything, he starts to grind on your lap.

"It was only a day ago and you want to do it again?"

He looks up at you, trying to be as cute as possible.

You smile. "Alright...go ahead."

Itto grins and quickly goes to take your dick out of its confines. He spits in his hand and jerks you off to full mast.

He pulls his own pants down and hovers over your dick.

"It's gonna hurt- ugh~" You groan as he sinks onto your dick. You can feel how wet he is, it's probably enough for him to ride you comfortably.

"(Name)~!" Itto moans, starting to move. You pull away his straps and circle your thumbs around his nipples. The way he reacts lets you know he's got sensitive nipples.

"You're so soft, Itto." You compliment him, groping his big soft tits. "Glad I won that bet."

"Ya...Ya coulda- ah~! juh- just asked~!"

"Yeah? You were hoping for this?"

"Y-Yes~!" He nods.

"You're adorable." You bring him into a kiss. You loved the way he moaned into your mouth. He continued bouncing up and down on your cock, feeling himself reaching his peak.

You parted from the kiss and went to suck on his breast, your hand groping the other one. Itto moaned loudly as he came.

"Ooh~! Yes~ more~!" Itto put his hand on your head, urging you to keep sucking. He managed to be able to continue moving so he could please you.

You moan as you feel your orgasm coming. Itto speeds up, wanting to milk your cock dry.

You take your mouth off Itto's tit. "Fuck-" You let out a dragged out moan as you cum inside his pussy.

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let’s talk abt making bratty scaramouche frustrated. leaving him completely untied, no blindfolds, no ball gags, not even any spanks with his favorite heart shaped paddle,, just leaving him on his knees with his fists balled up on his thighs.

lightly tracing your foot along his cute twitchy cocklet while listening to him threaten to leave if you don’t “just touch me already!!”

sweet crocodile tears pour out his eyes as he starts to pinch his nipples, he try’s to thrust up n get more friction but to his dismay it’s not enough for his cute little cock </3

perhaps he should just hold you down and take what he wants, he thinks. force you to watch him pleasure himself cause he’s a big boy, he doesn’t need your—

“ nng!.. ah! “ but he knows as soon as you put that sweet pressure on his blotchy red tip he’d be cumming in seconds ♡

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