It's A Full Day Scene (and We're Not In A Play)
It's a full day scene (and we're not in a play)
MINORS DNI
Warnings: dom top AMAB GN reader, bottom sub mammon, pet play, (nonverbal) subspace, spit kink, feeding, omorashi/watersports/piss, cockring, overstim and edging, begging, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, minor scent kink
“The conditions are perfect!” Mammon yelled as he entered your room- without having knocked mind you. You looked up from your DDD, flummoxed. Mammon, either unaware of your obvious confusion or choosing to ignore it, continued as he made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, “everyone is gonna be out of the house tomorrow, n’ I’m not busy, n’ I assume yer not busy because yer never busy-” you cut him off.
“First of all, I do get busy,” you glared, yet there was no genuine anger behind it, “Second of all, what are you talking about?” Mammon’s brown skin flushed at your question as he fidgeted.
“Ya know what I asked ya about… like a month ago…” you waited expectantly, and Mammon let out a frustrated sigh before he mumbled, “‘bout the full day scene.” Your eyes widened in recognition,
“Oh!” you smiled, and grabbed his hands gently, “yes I do. You want to be my puppy all day tomorrow?” Mammon nodded, still a little embarrassed, but also thrilled by the promise of what was to come, you kissed his hands lovingly before speaking, “Let's talk about how you want it to go then.”
It took a bit, with Mammon getting too excited or flustered at some of your questions and prompts, but the two of you came up with a loose game plan for tomorrow. You were a little intimidated by the fact that Mammon is going to be in and out of subspace for such a long period, but he reminded you that he trusts you, and that you have safe words too. After talking, you go about the rest of your night as you normally would, yet there’s an underlying feeling of excitement between the two of you.
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You wake up in the morning with Mammon licking your cheek. Groaning you shove him away gently, but he just refocuses to lick your hand
“Ugh, good morning to you too Mams,” you mumble, your voice a bit hoarse from sleep. You sit up, wiping your spit slicked hand on your blanket. As soon as you’re alert enough to function Mammon nuzzles his face into your neck, moving so he’s seated on your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as he eagerly licks and nips at your neck.
It’s not long before you feel him not so subtly grind his hardening cock against you. He wanted to sleep naked last night, so nothing prevents you from touching his skin when you reach down to stroke him slowly. “You’re already excited, pup?” you question, pulling down his foreskin, and rubbing the head of his dick gently as he jerks his hips into your touch. Mammon pants and lets out a little yips into your neck as you stroke him off. When precum starts to bubble at his tip you pull away. He whines, continuing to jerk his hips even though you’ve stopped touching him. “I’m not going to let you stain these sheets with your cum so early in the day puppy, you’re going to wait until we’re in the shower,” you pat his thigh signaling that he should get up. Mammon hops off the bed, rubbing his thighs together while he waits for you to get up.
He follows you around, still hard and panting, as you move around the room picking out your clothes and grabbing his accessories. When you’re done he rushes ahead of you, into the bathroom. You hear the shower start before you can even reach the door, and his enthusiasm makes you laugh. You take your time brushing your teeth first then undressing while Mammon watches, his head poking out from behind the curtain. He backs up when you move to enter the shower, giving you space to wet your body. As soon as your hair is wet he’s pawing at your side, whining pointedly. You turn to face him,
“Alright puppy, let's take care of you, yeah?” Mammon's face breaks into a grin and he licks your face unapologetically now that you can easily wash off his slobber. You take him into your hand, once again jerking him off, while his hands grip your shoulders. Mammon’s tongue finds your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss as he whines and moans into your mouth. It doesn’t take him long to cum, shooting off onto your stomach. The shower spray cleans it off of you, which is sort of disappointing as you’ve taken a liking to watching Mammon lick his messes off of you.
“Gotta piss, master,” Mammon speaks for the first time today, letting you know he’s been pulled out of his nonverbal subspace
“Go ahead pup, but if you get hard after I’m not going to let you get off,” you decide. Mammon whines, pressing his flaccid cock against your stomach before letting go. His pee is hotter than the shower water that cleans you off and he reaches down to rub what he can into your skin, tickling you and making you suppress giggles. When he’s done he screws his eyes closed while you feel him twitch against you. You gather he’s trying to will himself not to get hard, and by the looks of it, it’s taking him some effort not to do so.
“You done?” he nods at your question, still closing his eyes, “then let’s get washed up.” You clean yourself first, Mammon helping where he can (essentially he just rubs his soapy hands over your body), but mostly he just watches you. You take your time when you scrub him down and wash his hair. You want him to start the day feeling safe and secure with you, and this is one way to go about it.
When you’re done you turn off the water and get out. Mammon follows, shaking his head as he exits, flinging water all over the bathroom.
“Mammon!!” you cry, quickly throwing a towel over his head to prevent any more damage. You laugh as you gently help him dry off. By the time you’re done Mammon has gone back to panting softly. You feel a twinge in your bladder.
“Ah, I’ve got to go pee too,” Mammon is falling to his knees as soon as he hears “pee” fall from your lips. He opens his mouth, looking up at you expectantly. “Good boy,” you run a hand through his still damp hair, and slip your cock into his warm, wet mouth. He deepthroats you with ease, and you have to really focus on relaxing, because the way that Mammon swallows around you does not help. Eventually you start to relieve yourself, filling his mouth with your piss. Mammon moans around you, his eyes fluttering shut as he gulps down what you give him. When you’re done Mammon keeps sucking, getting you hard in his mouth. You tug on his hair, guiding him up and down on your cock at the pace you want. “Good puppy,” you praise as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming. Mammon looks back up at you through his white lashes, and that’s what pulls you over. You cum down his throat, holding his head at the base of your dick until you’re done.
When you release him, Mammon kisses the head of your dick sweetly, then stands back up, his cock hard. He rubs himself against your thigh, and you laugh, “again puppy, seriously? I told you, you're not going to get off again,” you remind him, causing him to whine pitifully. He listens though, shuffling back to give you space. You turn around, grab Mammon's tooth brush and apply toothpaste. When you turn back around Mammon is crowding into your personal space with his mouth open. “What a good puppy I have,” he puffs up at your praise, and you get to work brushing his teeth for him.
When you’re done with brushing his teeth, you grab his hand and lead him out into the bedroom. “Sit,” you command simply, pointing at the bed. Mammon does as he’s told, watching you get dressed while he pants softly, his cock still hard between his legs. You’re honestly a bit shocked that he’s being such an obedient pet right now.
You bring Mammon’s accessories to the bed so he doesn’t have to move. Carefully you attach his white faux ears, patting his head when you’re done. Mammon lets out a happy bark that you laugh at. You fasten his gold collar around his neck next, connecting a simple black leather leash to the ring in the middle. Then you look down at his crotch, “I know we talked last night about caging you, but you’re being such a good boy I don’t think you deserve that,” Mammon smiles up at you, bouncing a bit at your praise. “Plus, I can’t put it on while you’re hard. We’ll just do your tail for now, ok?” You ask, to which Mammon nods happily.
You pick up the lube and Mammon takes that as a cue to turn over, adjusting so his ass is up while his head rests comfortably on the bed. You lube up your fingers, running your hand over his ass while you wait for it to warm. Once you deem it good enough, you rub two fingers over his twitching hole before slipping them in. Mammon moans at the intrusion, pushing his hips back against your fingers. You get to work on stretching him open, knowing you have a limited time until Mammon cums from your fingers alone.
You inform him that you’re going to remove your fingers when he’s prepped enough, and yet he still whines when you pull them out. Then, you lube up the butt plug end of his white tail, and massage his rim with your still lubed up fingers while you wait for that to warm as well. Mammon whines and moans when you finally insert the plug into him. As you finish you smack his ass lightly with the hand that’s still dry to hear him yip quietly.
“Cute boy, c’mon, I’m going to wash my hands and we can go eat,” Mammon slowly gets off the bed, adjusting to the feel of the plug rubbing against his insides while he walks. “Oh!” you stop him before you go to the bathroom, grabbing the cockring you almost missed. “I can’t have my puppy cumming without permission, can I?” you muse as you slip the ring over his erection. You gather the precum that’d been accumulating at his head with your fingers and bring them up to Mammon's mouth. He licks your fingers off, staring you down as he sucks sloppily on them. You tug on his tongue causing him to yelp, “behave yourself,” you remind him, and make your way to the bathroom.
After washing your hands you lead Mammon by his leash down to the kitchen. True to his word, everyone is out of the house for one reason or another, and you thank whatever force that made it so. You make yourself a bowl of cereal, and a fruit bowl for Mammon. Sitting down at the table, Mammon joins you, sitting (or as best as he can with a tail in) on the floor next to you. You eat slowly, hand feeding Mammon fruit between bites. He eats carefully, trying his best not to nick your fingers with his teeth as he does.
When you’re done you lead Mammon back to the kitchen to set your dishes in the sink. While there you fill a glass of water for him, and bring it to his lips, making him drink it all before you head back upstairs.
“Okay puppy,” you unleash him as soon as you’re back in the room, “go sit on the bed while I work,” Mammon does as he’s told, moving your pillows and blankets to make a little pile for himself before curling up in it. You grab a water bottle, tossing it onto the bed gently, “stay hydrated,” you tenderly remind him. You then plop down at your desk and start working on assignments for RAD.
You get a few hours of good work done before Mammon starts to get restless. Shuffling noises coming from your bed distract you, and you look over to see him humping one of your pillows. “Mams,” you warn, voice hard and sudden. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out an embarrassed whine as he obediently stills his hips. He then huffs in annoyance before laying back down. You return to your work, but you have a feeling he’s going to get restless again.
You’re correct in your suspicions. Half an hour later you hear him whining and shuffling around again, this time with the addition of him sniffing. When you turn back around he’s humping the pillow again, his face shoved into it to try and stifle his moans while he sniffs the scent you left on it. You sigh and put down your pen, quietly and swiftly making your way to the bed. When you get there you grab his hair roughly, and pull him up to look at you. Mammon squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut, his hips still grinding on the pillow. “Cut that out right now, or I’ll cage you,” you threaten. He whines, trying to shake his head as best as he can. “Be a good puppy for,” you check the clock, “another half an hour, and we’ll have lunch,” you promise. Mammon nods, obeying and immobilizing his hips but whining softly at the loss of friction. When you release your hold on his hair his head flops against the pillow, and you pet him gently, “be good and you’ll get a reward Mams,” you promise.
The next half hour goes by without issue. When you get up from the desk Mammon is hopping out of the bed and grabbing his leash, bringing it back in his mouth for you. You laugh, “you’re going to stay up here, I’ll bring lunch back here, ok?” Mammon wilts at your words, whining sadly. You pet his head, “I’ll only be a minute, promise,” he nods, returning back to the bed and curling up in his pile of soft things. As you leave you wonder if he’s too deep in headspace to realize this is a test on his behavior.
You make the two of you Hell-sauce flavored instant noodles as a reward for his obedience so far, quickly hurrying back to your room. When you get back Mammon has taken to chewing on one of the pillows, but otherwise is in the same position you left him in. “Good boy!” you praise as you join him on the bed. Mammon perks up, smiling at you while you get settled in his accumulation of pillows and blankets. You set one cup of noodles on your bedside table, “open up,” you request, holding a forkful up to Mammon. He scoots closer as he eats, practically in your lap by the time you’re done feeling him. You decide to just pull him into your lap fully, hyper aware of avoiding his plug, then you eat your lunch. Mammon cuddles into you as you eat, sniffing you every once in a while. You notice that he’s no longer hard, so between bites you remove the cockring, pocketing it for the time being.
You take your time eating, savoring the peace. It doesn’t last for long though.
After a few minutes you feel something wet on your lap, and then Mammon is whining up a storm. He’s looking up at you with worried watery eyes, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You can feel yourself start to harden at the realization that he’s pissing on you. You’re still holding onto your lunch, so lean over to put your cup down on your bedside table again before wrapping your arms around Mammon. “It’s ok pup,” you reassure, “you just had an accident, I’m not mad,” he nuzzles his head into your chest, clutching onto your shirt, his hands shaking a bit. When he’s done you pat his thigh, “alright, I don’t want to get cold, let’s clean this up.” Mammon stands on shaky legs, so you help him get steady by holding his hand. When you assess the damage you realize that most of it got on you, or the pillows and blankets that he’d assembled. Thank God you don’t have to wash your sheets.
Mammon watches you first remove the affected pillows and blankets- it takes you a bit as he refuses to let go of your hand. He whines as soon as you release his hand to take off your wet pants. Moving into your space, he paws at your hands. “I know you like holding hands, Mams, but these pants are uncomfortable for me,” you explain, ignoring his nonverbal complaints as you pull down your pants. His whines shift to a long drawn out moan at the sight of your half hard cock, and he pulls out his big puppy eyes. You purse your lips for a second as you think. “Can you tell me what you want?” it’s a safe open-ended question, either he can or he can’t. Mammon clears his throat,
“I wanna,” his voice is shaky after hours of simply whining, “I wanna warm ya while yer doing yer work,” he flushes and nervously fiddles with his collar. You smile, brushing some of his hair away from his face and scratching behind his faux ears,
“Of course pup, good job using your words,” Mammon mimics your smile shyly.
While he makes the space under your desk comfortable (shoving a pillow under there for his knees), you grab some wipes and the vibrating cockring that's controlled by an app on your phone. Before he can go under you wipe him down and slip it on. You wipe yourself down, but ignore your cock as Mammon will have that part of you in his mouth in no time.
The two of you transition into the second half of your day like this, with you doing your work while Mammon sits under your desk cockwarming you. Every so often you reach down to pet his hair gently, turn on the ring, or remove him briefly so his jaw doesn’t get stiff. He doesn’t make much noise except for the occasional slurp around you, or when you turn up the vibrations he’ll moan. Sometime in the later half of the afternoon you finish all the work you wanted to get done, so you shut your laptop and look down to see Mammon looking up at you expectantly.
“Mmm puppy you’re so cute,” you praise, grabbing your phone and turning up the vibrating cockring to the highest level. “Think you can give me a dry orgasm, precious?” you ask, your tone so casual it’s as if you’re inquiring about the weather. Mammon moans around you, his eyes watering; you can see his hips shaking, and you know he’s trying to move the plug inside of him so it rubs against his prostate. The sight of him makes you harden in his mouth.
“Make me cum before you do,” you command, and Mammon gets right to work. He’s sucking and bobbing like his life depends on it. His sheer enthusiasm would make you laugh if it were not for how good it felt. Your hands hold on tight to his white hair, yet unlike this morning, you let him move freely, rather than using his hair to move his head along your length. He pulls off your cock to lick and suck at your heavy balls, using one of his hands to sloppily jerk you off as he does. When you start to leak precum he sucks and licks at your head until you’re cursing up a storm. As soon as he takes you down to the base again you’re pulled over the edge, watching his eyes roll into his head as you fill his mouth with your hot cum. Your toes curl, closing your thighs around his head to hold him in place. Mammon is moaning around your cock, his hips thrusting erratically as he experiences a dry orgasm. When you're both finished you release his head and manage out a semi stern, “enough.” He pulls off slowly, a string of saliva connecting from your cock to his lips.
“Hurts,” Mammon’s voice cracks, eyes watering at the overstimulation. You hastily turn off the vibrations, move your desk chair back a bit, then hoist mammon up into your lap. His dick is very red, still hard, and coated in precum.
“Is it ok for me to take off the cockring puppy?” Mammon, still crying, buries his head into your neck, finding your hand and holding onto it fiercely.
“Mhmm,” he prepares for the overwhelming sensation that will come with taking it off. With his permission you carefully pull off the ring, and Mammon bites down hard on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, as he cums all over his chest and stomach. You coo and praise him softly as he works himself through his second orgasm within minutes.
“Good boy, such a good boy,” after being edged for hours, you imagine getting that off is a relief. Yet he's probably overstimulated with how he came twice in such a short period of time. Mammon has taken to sucking on the spot he bit, refusing to lift his head even after his cock softens. “Do you want to take a bath puppy?” you ask gently, rubbing your free hand along his back. Mammon finally releases your skin to nod. You reach over to the wipes you set on your desk, and wipe him up as best as you can. “I have to pull out your tail for the bath baby, is that ok?” Mammon nods again, so you gently and very carefully remove his tail from him before lifting him up. Mammon circles his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. Having him secure you start walking.
When you reach the bathroom you gently put Mammon down on the toilet, and set his tail- that you carried with you in case he wanted it after- on the sink counter. He moves his arms from your neck to around your waist as you remove his ears. When you reach for his collar Mammon stops you with a high pitched whine, “That’s ok puppy, we can keep that on,” you assure, and he nods, letting his eyes fall shut as you maneuver him into the tub. You start the water, making sure the temperature is comfortable for him. Mammon reaches for your hand again as you wait for the tub to fill up. His hands are sweaty in your grasp, yet you don't mind one bit. Once the water reaches the amount that you want you turn off the faucet, and reach for a bath bomb. Mammon watches it fizzle with great interest as he leans his head against the wall.
After a while of soaking you can tell Mammon is coming out from his subspace by the way he starts to ramble.
"Can ya join me in here? Ya look funny sitting there with no pants on," he snorts out a giggle, and then he reddens once he realizes what he's said, "I mean, you don't have to. I don't need you in the bath with me, I'm doin’ just fine now," but you're already pulling off your shirt. Mammon moves up so you can slip in behind him. He sits between your legs, now leaning against your back. "You were so cruel, makin' me wait to cum. Now my dick hurts," he whines, rubbing your legs that cocoon around him.
"Does it really?" You wonder, mildly concerned that you pushed him too hard.
"Nah,'' He admits after a while, "I'm a big powerful demon," he adds, like you might've forgotten. "But imagine if it did! That'd be mean. You should treat the great Mammon with more respect and care," you roll your eyes, but he can't see that.
"Sure thing puppy," you run your fingers lightly along his spine, "you done for the day or-" Mammon cuts you off with a disgruntled squawk.
"I could go a million rounds if I wanted to," he brags even though you know that’s a complete and utter lie. "'Sides when are we gonna get a chance like this again? I wanna use our time to the fullest," he slaps your thighs to accentuate his point, causing you to laugh.
"Good, because I still want to fuck your tight hole," Mammon squeaks, turning back to look at you.
"Not fair! Don't get me hard in the bath!" He whines, hitting your thigh.
"You've got a hair trigger you know that," you tease and watch his neck redden with flush. Mammon mumbles something under his breath so you tug on the front of his collar gently, "what was that?"
"Said, only fer you," he speaks up, crossing his arms and looking down. You kiss the exposed part of his neck tenderly,
"You're such a sweet puppy Mams, what did I do to deserve such a good boy?" Mammon huffs at your overexuberant praise, but you can tell he likes it from the way he leans into you and relaxes.
You sit in the bath for a while longer, stopping once Mammon starts grinding back against you. “You’re not slick,” you inform him, reaching around to grope his half hard cock. He moans softly, looking up at you,
“Ya gonna fuck me now?” he asks sweetly to which you frown,
“Where’s your manners pup?” Mammon’s eyes widen,
“'M sorry. Please master, please fuck me now,” he tries again, still grinding back against you.
“Better, but I think you need to remember your place puppy,” Mammon bites his lip nervously. “Stand up,” he does, slowly so he doesn’t fall. You join him, guiding him out of the tub. You grab a towel for you and Mams; wrapping his around him while you actively dry off. Then, you help Mammon dry off. “Go to the bed and wait for me,” you instruct, smacking his ass as he moves to leave. He yelps, and flushes as you watch him hurry back into your room. When he’s gone you clean up the bathroom a bit, drain the bath, and wash off the butt plug end of Mammon’s tail. Turns out you didn’t need it.
It only takes you a few minutes, but when you enter your room Mammon is fingering himself already. He’s got your bottle of lube next to him, tweaking his nipple with his free hand, and his faux ears are sloppily attached to his head. He hasn’t noticed you watching him, too consumed with stretching himself out to focus on anything else. You get hard watching him desperately finger fuck himself, so eager to have something inside of him. When he starts panting your name you click your tongue and his head shoots up, stopping but not pulling his fingers out yet. “Naughty boy,” Mammon whimpers,
“Nuh- no, was trying to be good, get ready for you,” he tries, finally removing his fingers. You make your way to the bed, tossing his tail at the other end.
“You couldn’t be patient and wait a few minutes could you pup? Your slutty hole can’t wait to be filled, you naughty puppy,” you grab his thighs and pull him down under you, Mammon squeaks at your rough manhandling of him. With one hand you grab the lube next to him and coat your cock, “you’re going to regret touching yourself without permission,” you tell him, and thrust fully into him. He lets out a little grunt at the feeling of suddenly being so full, pre collecting at his head already. You don’t wait for him to adjust, but you start out slow, grabbing his hips for leverage.
“Faster,” he begs, grinding back against you. You spank his thigh hard,
“Mind your fucking manners pup,” you growl, keeping your pace steady. Mammon wails,
“‘M sorry master,” he wraps his legs around your waist, “please faster, please,” he tries again. You ignore his pleas, continuing to fuck him hard and slow. Mammon begs and whines under you, his hands coming up to play with his nipples. You allow him, thinking it’s cute how he knows not to touch his weeping cock, yet he’s still searching for pleasure.
Eventually you lose your patience with fucking him so slow, so you quicken your pace. Mammon howls as you do,
“Oh thank you master, thank you, thank you,” he babbles, clenching around you as you fuck him good and deep. You grunt as he flutters and clenches around you, angling your hips so you hit his prostate with each thrust. Mammon lets out little “ah, ah, ah's", his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut, as he grabs the sheets beneath him. Grabbing the ring at the front of his collar with one hand, you pull him up into a sloppy, filthy kiss. It’s messy and desperate, with him sucking on your tongue and your teeth occasionally clacking. When you pull back to catch your breath Mammon is panting, drool covering his lips and chin, looking up at you with glazed over eyes.
“You gonna cum soon puppy?” you ask, your voice rough and deep. All Mammon can do is nod, arching his back and clenching around you. You let go of his collar, and reach down to stroke him off, “go ahead puppy,” you permit, once again pulling down his foreskin to give his head attention. Mammon jerks helplessly as he tries to grind against your cock and fuck your fist simulatiously.
“Gon’ cum master, ungh fuck, thank you,” he mumbles before tensing up and cumming into your hand. He squeezes around you like a vice, clamping his eyes shut, while his mouth drops open in a silent scream. You fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm as Mammon falls apart on your cock. “Cum inside please master, please, fill me with yer cum, please- No!” he feels you pull out fully, his eyes shooting open. You jerk yourself off and cum on his cock and stomach instead, moaning his name as you do.
When you come down from your high you notice Mammon is crying, sobbing, at the fact that you didn’t fill him up. You hush and coo, holding him close while swiping away his tears gently. He leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around you to ground himself,
“I told you, you were going to regret touching yourself, pup,” you remind him softly, kissing him lovingly. When you pull away he’s not as distraught,
“If ‘m good, then you’ll fill me up with yer cum?” he asks sweetly. You huff out a laugh,
“Of course puppy, are you going to behave?” he nods eagerly at your question, “good boy,” you praise, stretching out his hole and pressing your flaccid cock inside. “We’ll wait until I’m hard again and then I’ll give you my cum, okay puppy?”
“Thank you master,” Mammon sighs, smiling in a way that makes you know that you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.
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Hgnnn i just read your Simeon emeto and am now going feral at the thought of bathing him after he pukes. You carrying him in your arms and sitting him in your lap while you prepare his bath. He's reluctant, but his head is still fuzzy and he can't help but to cling to you and whisper endless "thank you"s. You help him in the bathtub so he doesn't slip and gently cleans the aftermath of his episode and the various other fluids sticking to him, and you praise him for being such a good boy by letting you help him.
You rub his belly and he relaxes before looking a bit sick again, so you try to go get him something sweet for his glucose (i have no idea if angels work this way but they're made in human's image, right? So it may be something like that). Yet, he tightens his grip in your arm and begs you to stay with his stupidly cute pleading eyes and you obligue.
You wash his hair and massage his head and when you finish he's fast asleep, too exhausted to fight the fatigue. You let him and carry him to bed, giving him a kiss before starting to wash yourself.
This is so long i'm So sorry hsngsksgsjsvxsi😭 - 🍞
Wahh!! First of all don't apologize for how long this is! I love it 😳🥰
I'm obsessed with bathing as a form of aftercare (which I am not subtle about 💀). It's just so intimate!! I'll bet that during this Simeon is trying to remember the last time he was taken care of like this. He's been busy attending and caring for Luke for ages, and he's not spent much time on himself. Having someone carry him makes his heart flutter and his palms sweat. And when you start washing him down he has to hold back tears!!!
He'd look so lovestruck as you tend to him, and he can't hide it because he feels like he'll pass out at any second. He eventually does pass out, only because he trusts you so much and knows you'll continue to take care of him 🥺😭🥰
(Anon is referencing this)
imagine this, strapping venti into a fucking machine because he was a brat while you were working ♡
“This is it? This is my punishment? Pfft- do something better than this.”
His sass was showing up to get you all riled up but in truth he regretted saying that and now his anxiety was building up waiting for something bad to happen.
“Heh- don’t cum then.”
It was all you said before turning on the machine and turning it into the highest setting.
Almost immediately, Venti screamed.
His wails and cries filled the room, with you listening to all his pretty moans and form.
Sadly you had to leave to finish up your work.
Before you went back to your workplace you went over to Venti carrying a scarf, blindfolding him.
His hands tied on his back and his legs forcibly spread open for the dildo to fuck him.
“This is your punishment dear, don’t cum.”
And at that you left.
———
After finishing with work you went back to the room where Venti was and checked up on him.
There he was.. prettily laying on his pool of cum, his voice hoarse and gone, unable to speak but only whimper and cry.
He was so pretty, at some point even you wished you were the machine fucking Venti.
You’ve left him on this state for what? 4 hours? Yeah 4 hours.
You went over to him as you caressed his back, as he moaned and jolted at the action.
“So sensitive.. ♡”
Deal With a Drunkie
You make a deal with Venti for unlimited drinks
FTM!Venti x Top!Male Bartender Reader
Warnings: Teasing, Oral, Drunk Venti, Consensual, Venti gets his hands tied up, breeding kink at the end
Words: 986
"You're on shift today?" Venti groans.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow.
"You always cut me off!" He whines and sits on an empty barstool.
"'Cause you don't pay, your tab is building up. You should be grateful I even let you drink at all, I have to cut the losses at some point."
"You're just like Diluc!" He pouts.
"Then Diluc's a smart guy."
"Ugh...C'mon, look, I'll cut you a deal." Venti leans in. "Lend me your ear."
"Uh?" You lean in as well, allowing him to whisper in your ear.
"I'll give you a vision." He says.
"Hah!" You laughed at his words. "Not even an Archon can give visions, what makes you think a bard can?"
"Wh- How'd you know about that?" Venti looks at you, taken a back.
"Common sense. I mean, if archons could give visions, would the Tsaritsa be giving out delusions to soldiers instead of visions?" You shrugged.
"M-makes sense...Then.." He thinks for a moment. "I'll sing you as many songs as you'd like! I'll be free entertainment for the tavern!"
"I'll pass. I'd rather not be forced to hear your voice for hours on end. Plus, I can think of a different way you can use your mouth and hands." You winked, joking.
Venti blushed. "How about you show me then?"
"Show you?"
"Yeah...I'll...I'll do whatever you want."
"You want booze that bad?"
"It's unlimited drinks, I'll do anything for that!"
"Pfft. Sure. Alright, what would you like to start with?"
--
"Unbutton that shirt of yours for me will ya?" You ask as you take off his cape and toss it elsewhere. He'd already taken off his corset earlier to 'allow room for more drinks'. He fumbles with the buttons, drunk.
"C'mon pretty boy, I ain't got all night." You say impatiently. He eventually gets it off.
"Hmm." You smile and grope his small tits. "Your only redeeming quality is your body."
He blushes and whimpers.
"Get on your knees." You order. Venti immediately drops to his knees. "Let's see what that mouth can do, hm?" You unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Venti grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. He gasps at the size.
He takes a deep breath and covers your dick in saliva, licking from the base to the tip. He sort of kisses the head of your cock before putting almost half of your length in his throat. He sucks you off diligently, doing his best to satisfy you.
"Shit- You're pretty fuckin' good-" You groan. "You must do this often."
Venti tries to deny it but just gets you going even further the way he tries to say 'no' while still sucking you off.
"Probably do it for free stuff too. I bet everyone loves using your cute little body." You smirk.
"N-no! I don't I- I've never done this before!"
"Really now? Are you a virgin too?"
He nods. You smirk.
"You don't seem the type." You look at him with interest.
"I just didn't have the time.." He says.
"So if you did, you'd be a prostitute?" You joke.
"That's not what I meant!"
"You must watch a lot of porn though, it looks like you knew what you were doing." You say thoughtfully.
Venti turns red and looks away.
"I knew it, guess you were hoping an opportunity like this would come around, huh? Turn around."
Venti looks at you confused but turns around anyway. You gently push him closer to the floor and bring his ass close to your hips.
You grab your belt and tie his hands behind his back. You didn't have plans to force him into sex, you just liked the way guys looked when they're restrained.
"Hey! What're you doing?!" Venti turns his head to you and gasps as you pull his shorts down.
"What? You thought I was gonna stop at a blowjob?" You rub his pussy through his underwear.
"Well...fine...Go ahead." He turns back around.
"You don't sound all that excited about it. I don't have to do it if its gonna be like that, I guess I can deal with just blowjobs." You shrug.
"N-no! That's-"
"Hm?"
"...Please fuck me!"
"I don't know..." You tease his little dicklit.
"Fuh~ please! Please~ mmh~ pow~ pound my puh~ pussy with your co- cock, please! I beh- beg you!" He squirms in your touch.
"Oh? No problem." You grin, pulling his underwear down.
You start to stretch him out. "Just pu- put it in!" Venti shakes his head.
"You're so demanding now." You laugh and fulfill his command.
"Yes~!" He moans as he feels you bottom out. "Fuh- Fuck~ Don't wait!"
You do as he says and start pounding into him.
"More~! More~!" Drool spills out of his mouth.
You give him more, hitting his cervix over and over.
"Fuck- Fuck~!" He was too drunk to even feel much pain.
"Shit- feels good, huh?" You lick your lips.
"So good~ (Name)~!" Venti nods.
"Didn't take long for you to become a cock whore." You smack his ass. "Or maybe you were born one."
"Fuck! I'm a co~ cock whore~!"
"You just wanna take my fucking dick all night, don't you." You rub his ass, preparing him for another slap.
"Uh~!" He moans at the slap. "Yes~! Fuh- Fuck me all~ night~! Please~!"
"Of course." You bite his shoulder.
"Hngh~! Ah~! Clo- close! Close~!" Venti tightens around you.
"Me too-" You groan.
"Cuh- cum inside~! Im- impreg~ impregnate me~!"
"You wanna get knocked up?" You groaned again as you felt Venti reach his orgasm.
"Yes~! Gimme your kids~! Fuck- Fucking breed me~!"
"Cumming-" Your movements turned sloppy.
"(Name)~!"
"Fillin' you up. Gonna make you a dad-" You say as you cum inside of Venti.
"Don't- Don't you d-dare stop!" Venti starts moving his body against yours.
"Wasn't planning to." You grinned.
Kinktober day 3 : Daddy Kink
It is odd writing for a kink I find weird, but it is a good excercise
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TW : Daddy Kink(duh), Brat Taming, Choking, Hair pulling, Spanking, Praise
Character : Uzui Tenma
GN!Reader (read as dick or strapless strap)
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“Call me daddy.”
“No”
“Call me daddy!”
“No.”
This is a, currently, normal conversation between you and your Olympic gold medalist boyfriend. Uzui Tenma, descendant of Uzui Tengen, a demon slayer. Tenma is a gymnast and he has a bit of a rude streak, flipping off photographers and choking reporters.
Recently he has been trying to get you to call him Daddy. You have been together for a while now and these last few weeks his urging has only gotten more aggressive. From simply asking to straight up demanding you. This is the most aggressive he has been with you.
His hand gripped yours as his face turned into a pout. His silver hair that never went past his ears, fell into his face. Violet eyes staring into yours.
“Call me daddy.”
You simply sighed, Tenma is being a brat. An annoying one at that. As tempting as it is to put him in his place, you don’t really want to waste your energy. Especially on a hot summer day like today. Japan is humid as FUCK.
But if he keeps this up your anger will make you act.
“Do it.”
You poured yourself a glass of ice water, straight up chugging it to cool off. This is not the first time he wanted attention or sex. This is, however, the first time he has been such a brat.
“Call me daddy.”
Your temper is wearing thin. A worn rope at this point. A rope holding your sanity together. A rope that is fraying and held on by threads.
“Do it already!” He is whining at this point
Tenma childishly tugged at you, pulling your arm. Pressing himself onto you, making it warmer than it already was. Sweat dripped down your face.
The heat is starting to piss you off too.
“Stop Ignoring me”
The rope snapped.
“Call-Hrk.”
Your hand found its way to his throat. Dragging him to your shared room and throwing him onto the bed. You straddled him, he was already hard.
“I fucking had enough. You are SUCH a Brat, Tenma. Would you shut up already?” Growling as you gripped his face
“Make me.” A sly grin stretched across his face
“Fine.”
Wrestling his pants and underwear off and laying him across your lap, you gripped his hair. Smacking his ass hard, he yelped.
“The fuck was that for?”
“Count” You tugged at his hair when he glared, landing another slap on his ass
“…. One…”
“Louder.” Another slap
“AH! TWO!”
Another slap.
“THREE!”
Time passes and the number higher
SMACK
“Tw-twent- twenty.” Tenma hiccups
By the time you were done, his ass was a brilliant red. Fat tears dripped down his cheeks. You gently put him onto the bed, lightly rubbing the red skin. His hard hadn’t ceased, it simply dripped with pre cum.
“Are you sorry for being a naughty brat?”
“Ye- yes… I’m sorry.”
“Good boy. I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. You took your punishment well.” You kissed his tear soaked cheek
“Please. Please take care of me.”
“I will.”
Lube soaked fingers plunging in and out of his hole, forcing him to bite his shirt collar to hold back his sounds. Stretching him open as his eyes screw shut.
He lays on his back, pillow under his shoulders. Tears drying. Legs open with his knees bent. Cock standing proudly, drooling
“Ready?”
“Mhn.”
“I need to hear it baby.”
“Yes… I’m ready.”
With Tenma’ s confirmation, you entered him. Slowly bottoming out and slowly rocking your hips, grinding against his prostate.
“Mo-move.”
Starting with slow and long movements. Pulling out to the tip and fully sheathing again. Motion repeating, slowly speeding up.
He opened his arms, almost as if he is demanding that you get closer to him.
“Please…. Daddy?”
“Is this a new kink of yours?~” you cooed as you leaned into his grip, stilling as his hands burying themselves into your tank top and his face into your neck
“Darling?”
“…..yes” his voice muffled from pressing himself into you
“You could have just told me.” Pressing a kiss into his hair
He pulled away, his red face said everything. Eyes looking away from you as tears started to fall again. He chewed at his lip.
“Where you embarrassed?”
He nods
“Baby.”
The amethyst crystals that are his eyes finally meeting yours
“Let daddy take care of you now, baby boy~”
He moans as you purred into his ear.
You move. Your hips meet his red ass at every thrust. He cries as you piston into him at a rough pace. Fast, but not harsh nor punishing. Just fast.
“D- Daddy!” He gasps out “Da- daddy Please!”
“Yes, baby?” You kiss his cheeks
“Kiss. I wanna kiss.”
“Of course.”
Pressing your lips together gently, he closed his eyes. His muscular legs wrapped around your waist. His arms that are just as strong pull you closer as his eyes shut. You pulled away, Tenma cries out louder when your hand starts to jerk him off.
“Gonn- gonna cum.” He chokes out
“You cumming baby? You cumming?”
You bite his neck
“Daddy”
“Cum.”
You both released at the same time. His staining the front of his shirt. Sweat making your clothes stick to your skin.
“We need a shower.” You leaned on him
“Together?”
“Yeah.”
yandere childe with a himbo reader
WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT, bondage, non-con, gaslighting, degration, fear play, marking, biting, manipulation, dacryphilia, sadism, orgasm denial, yandere childe, deception, reader has piercings that he didnt know abt
**i do not support the tendancies/situations reflected inside of my (dvlboy) works inside of a real life setting. please proceed with caution.
childe was seething. he has never been one to hold his bloodlust in, but he was so tempted to use his delusion just to obliterate the woman next to you, caressing your arm while you two chatted. why couldn’t you understand the inuendoes that she keeps sending towards you?
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⌞ FRANTIC ⌝
... don't worry, you don't have to stay the same.
writing style: referring to yuuta's genitals as 'pussy / clit / labia (lips) / hole', 'juice'; rude language (used, fucked, abused, and the like), red text (xxx), random narration; drabble + headcanons, ± 5k words
content warnings: unhealthy behaviour (mutual obsessiveness, clinginess, mild manipulation, mild possessiveness), established relationship, pet names, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, teratophilia / monsterfucking, power imbalance, size kink / size difference, species dysphoria (several times explicitly mentioned)
hypersexuality, CNC (implied), heavy petting, quiet sex, rough sex (biting g., mild blood play), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mention of sex in front of a mirror, deep penetration + belly bulge + cervix fucking, tongue-fucking, face sitting, squirting, mild sadism / masochism, mild dirty talk, hyperstimulation (g.), forced orgasms + multiple orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), praise (r.), light body worship (g., r.)
darlings: yuuta okkotsu x vengeful cursed spirit!reader; dom!reader, monster!reader
#note: '#don't have a dick??? don't worry honey lmfao lol just tentacle fuck him' you are- /// as one great man said, "this bitch has no thoughts" (or something like that)
The first months... it was hard.
Even if you became a cursed spirit by your own (albeit posthumous) will, even if it seemed to you as if you had been living in this body for eternity, even if you began to get used to other sensations inside — it still felt wrong, and this difference made you feel... uncomfortable whenever the memories of the past surfaced in the head. It was as if your memory was mocking you, sneaking up in the form of old roads, photographs, a casual glance at the sky, familiar animals, this expression of his face, the flickering of light, Rika's movements — involuntarily reminding you of the past, to which you will never return either physically or mentally.
Big hands, big claws, formed too correctly and too incorrectly; sometimes you yourself did not know whether this was a real body or a shell, or whether the past body was a real body or a shell. At what point did "you" begin to exist? Did this "you" exist in the past? Or you have become "yourself" only now, when the cursed energy flowed through, turning into your body?
Even when you used to control it, using for own purposes, it was completely different from the present moment; the whole body is woven and permeated, you are the cursed energy, and not the "carrier" at all. Everything inside you was bubbling, ready to get out at any moment, but now you felt that it was all yours,
you were what wanted to get out,
and that's — that's wrong.
... Yuuta didn't bother at all. And didn't remind you of the past. And didn't even act like there was something 'wrong' with you. He only smiled tenderly in love when you were next to him again — or when you stretched out your paw to touch his head or cheek, and he grabbed it as if he was your toy. So tiny and cute. So gentle and trusting. As if you always looked like that — as if he fell in love with "such" you, who did not look like a human in anything but names, character traits,
and mad love.
For him.
Not that it's weird — it's hard not to adore him, even if Yuuta used to make you want to tease or bite him a little. But love 'before' and love 'now' were completely different, as if before you just wanted to bite him, just a small bite, now you wanted to make his whole body be in your bloody marks — if such comparisons sound correct, you are not sure, you are so not sure,
you just know that you need him;
it is your — and his — love that has become the reason why you are still here.
After all, you are here because of love. And he is here because of love.
But there is one "but".
Yuuta was anxious — always anxious, always nervous; too dependent, too meek, too easily giving up, too pathetic. He knew it himself.
In the end, no matter how often he encounters problems, he will run away and hide. It doesn't matter what he 'wants' or 'can', as long as he can hide in the sink. He doesn't need to go out if he can stay here forever. No one will see, no one will notice. Even if he is cold, going out with a fire is putting himself in danger of getting burned.
And he, he doesn't want to get burned — he wants to curl up and never turn around.
And you, you... you were different. Completely different — absolutely not his breed, not even close. You were a lush, luxurious flower, able to break through concrete, germinate in acidic earth, rising even when you are trampled — just to get the sun's rays and become the most delightful and admiring child of the earth, even if you don't know it.
And Yuuta was just an ugly crooked flying butterfly. The same butterfly that protects itself by looking scary and ugly, hoping that then it won't be eaten — and then turns out to be alone, because the flowers don't need it either.
You loved someone like him too much, even if there were definitely more deserving ones around — not that he ever drew your attention to it, though. At first it was soft and smooth, rather platonic; with silly smiles, a desire to get to know each other more, and these constant gatherings until his head starts to spin. Yuuta was one of those who are looking for connections and depth after a century of hunger — you were ready to give it to him, allowing to move indecently close, clearly ignoring the personal barriers that you went through as if it was an atavism in your relationship.
"He's really cute"? "You believe in him"? His face definitely looks so flustered, with those big doe eyes and a feverish blush, like he's sick — he even feels like started sweating oooouuuch — but you don't say you're joking. Even when he asks you if it's a joke.
... You were so majestic that it took his breath away.
And then you took his heart.
(maybe he should have taken your last name then, hahaha — but then he didn't even dare to dream about it)
It was slow anyway.
Tantalizingly slow.
As if he was being roasted on a low fire — with these politely greedy touches, quiet cooing whispers and too intimate glances — instead of immediately burning.
You moved, you controlled; even if Yuuta desperately clung to your hand to get even more kisses until you tried to calm him down, you both understood that 'he will get a kiss or not' depends only on you while he tried to take as much as he can — maybe that's why your attempts to convince him to relax were like trying to make it clear to a dehydrated person that they can always get water whenever they want.
But it wasn't a bad thing. It was good. You liked-
...
You adored when Yuuta desperately clung to you, or when he tried to kiss you as skillfully as possible (even if was completely disorderly), or when he didn't know where to put his hands, except to wrap them around you, which made you snuggle even closer.
Or when he doubted for hours whether he could take your hand or put his hand on you, and you had to do everything yourself until he got used to the realization that you liked his touch — and that his almost old-fashioned courtship with closing eyes at the hint of any nudity, borrowing clothes and too respectful addresses, were very cute. Even if his courtship is like dating a friend, you didn't mind — and didn't notice that everything had long gone beyond the "friendly" framework, grabbing his hair, greedily kissing, leaving a bite mark on his lip.
Yuuta is cute. Dating him is like dating a friend — loyal, honest, caring, real.
But for some reason you couldn't treat him as a friend — the only thing he looked organically like was your partner.
When you pressed him against the wall or bed again, making him blush, but knowing that he wouldn't try to get out, even if you were too rude. After all, his body will definitely be able to withstand... you.
“Let's do it again.”
How do you say you would like to greet me?
Yuuta blushes, looking away with a confused expression that has lost all previous confidence, but when you press your palm to his cheek, he embraces it, snuggling like a toy.
“Greet each other with kisses?.. I...”
...
..
.
“I want you to kiss me all the time”
The kiss comes out messy and wet, — almost feel him whining, — but Yuuta is so rosy with shame and delight that you can't stop, forcing him to continue the kiss, grabbing his face to prevent from pulling away until you hear plaintive moans.
Yuuta is so cute. Your good friend. Perhaps the best boy that can exist.
And it really suits him to be your partner.
“... Thank you...”
“Why?... Oh, I'm sorry! I mean- why do you think I'm going to stop loving you because of something like that?.. I love you not only for your looks, my beloved.”
Yuuta is not a liar.
And not a manipulator.
And not paranoid.
And not someone who takes advantage of bad situations. If he could, he would do anything just to keep you alive — no matter the price or the consequences.
... But now you can't leave. You will not be able to leave without his desire; you will never be without him — and he will never be without you. Now you are one, unable to live without each other and not wanting it.
The only thing that matters to you — now — is him.
He doesn't question your early love at all; after all, you loved him, and that's the most important thing that matters. But right now, right now the only thing that matters to you is your love and your desire to be with him. Only he is in the center of your attention — forever.
You won't be able to find someone else anymore, or fall out of love with them, or realize that you need a break. You can no longer feel that there is too much or too little of him, or that he is not around too often. You will always be there — it doesn't matter where exactly he will be or where exactly you will be.
Yuuta knows that you love him. You've always loved him. But now, when your clawed paws gently-gently wrap around him to take in your arms, — you lift him up with such ease as if he is weightless, — for some reason, he feels even more loved. You must practically not feel him in your hands — he is so small compared to you, almost like a puppy or a kitten, but you still hold him tightly to you in a protective gesture, knowing how much he loves this. Or when you can easily hug his head with the palm of your hand — perhaps Yuuta was obscenely small.
Your tiny human.
All people are so fragile and light, like butterflies, or tiny moths flying into the light, but your, your human is even more fragile — and naive. Have you ever been so defenseless? Are these really the same feelings that Rika feels when she looks at him? No wonder she's so patronizing — everything about him is so small and refined, elegant, perfectly finished, not at all like yours.
Maybe... maybe your body isn't as bad as you thought; maybe it was even a good thing that now you are so different — even if there is nothing "completely human" left in you. You didn't even realize before that he could be so sensitive and unable to stand up for himself. But now? Even when you touch his skin with your teeth, he is silent, breathing heavily, allowing you to do whatever you want — everything about him is so soft and tender, easily breaking from even the lightest bite or stimulation; so needy for tenderness.
... Kissing is hard — at least for an ordinary person, but you always knew that he was special. Although, maybe you should feel more astonished when he passionately kisses you, even if you are not quite suitable for the usual 'kisses' that you have given in the past.
But he was always a little too desperate and thirsty.
And you loved it.
Yuuta is so delicate — his body seemed to be almost crystal because of its fragility, sensitive to even the most gentle touches, trustingly open and obedient regardless of your actions; just a little more rudeness, a little more pressing — and it will crumble, unable to bear such an attitude... if it's not you. If it's not your claws almost scratching his thighs when you try to lift them higher so you can get a better look, or if it's not your paws gently trying to get rid of his clothes, slowly rubbing his wet pussy, lightly pressing on his stomach.
"If it's you, then it's okay" — even when your fangs touch his trembling inner thigh, sensitive and bare, Yuuta only moaned sweetly-painfully, covering eyes with hand, slightly drooling while his body painfully freezes again, trying to predict when you will make a new bite.
He was like a small prey in the hands of a huge predator.
... Maybe that's why you started to like being rough so much; to see his face become as ruddy as his skin covered with your marks, until you feel satisfied, as if looking at a work of art. So adorable when almost cries, but does not dare to look away from the new blooming mark, much more than you could ever leave in the last body. And even when you bend slightly, holding his hips, wanting to express concern, Yuuta only smiles lovingly exhausted.
“It's, uh, a-all right... don't worry... h-honey...”
Of course everything is fine. Would he say anything else?
A new bite, dangerously close to his groin, feels even too good when his legs are seized by a new tremor — but your claws hold too tight to allow him to squirm.
“H-honey, It's- it's f-fine! I- I like it!”
On Yuuta's skin, the bites bloom like flowers. And he is nothing more than a butterfly.
Your butterfly.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
He is very cute... and very tiny. In fact, one of your palms (or what looks like it) can easily wrap around his head, or wrap around his figure to snuggle, completely hiding him in you — he's like your little toy that doesn't even try to escape, allowing you to snuggle up to his warm, though not very soft body.
Unlike the situation that was before, with his very tall stature perfectly combined with his thin figure, which made him seem even taller, now it is obvious that Yuuta will have to lift his head — even if you tilt yours — to look into your eye(s). Probably, even the tactic of "standing on fingertips" will not help when you are definitely more than two heads taller — but do not react in any way, slightly teasing your now short beloved to get to you.
Not that Yuuta is too disappointed — even if you feel that he is experiencing something like this, having got used to the fact that he does not need to put so much effort just to touch your "neck". Was he ever as mean to you as you are to him now, forcing to try in every possible way to fly up to your face? He is sure that he is not — but you obviously have a different opinion, taking him as a kitten only when you clearly notice that he is puffing and blushing, starting to get tired and making this facial expression.
But Yuuta looks very pretty, swaying slightly on your paws, being unable to even touch the ground with the tips of his feet, and looking at you resentfully-shyly-enthusiastically when you pull him closer to you to kiss. Perhaps, if the past Rika had been here, she would certainly not have ignored it, at least for the first time — but, fortunately, Yuuta has become much more adept at controlling energy, not letting the current one feel that something is wrong with him while you continue this monstrous marital flirting, more more teasing him about changing the balance in your favor — at least physically.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Yuuta's body so responsive even to your most gentle touches, sliding over clothes — he is so gentle in himself, sparkly sensual when you touch him, drawing lines, as once in the past, but he reacts just as charmingly, squeezing his hips and blushing crimson.
Maybe you're a little territorial or possessive, wrapping clawed paws around him, just to make it clear that he's very busy with you — but Yuuta doesn't mind, hurriedly apologizing to others, using your behavior as a reason to leave. After all, no one wants to mess with a special class curse — and everyone around knows how capricious and jealous you are when it comes to your ex (?) beloved. It's definitely bad luck to be paired twice with curses that fell in love with him during their lifetime — while you drag him into a dark corner to kiss; even if your current form is not quite 'suitable' for this, Yuuta definitely doesn't mind, grabbing you, wrapping his arms around you, as if trying to wrap himself.
At least, the advantages of how inhuman you are now definitely feel when you know that no one will disturb, allowing you to get plenty of kisses from your pretty tiny human — even if it is now a little problematic to bite his neck unnoticeably or get under his clothes without tearing it. Fortunately, Yuuta understands you and your problems, undressing slightly to make you feel more comfortable, and hoarsely asking you to be careful when you wrap yourself around him — and you really try... at least at first.
... But then you help with the mess you've made, so it's an honest cooperation — as long as your claws touch his bare skin, trying not to leave red bruises, even if the only thing you want is to squeeze him in paws, almost forcing him to accept your rough caresses, from which he shivers, breathing raggedly.
If it were less crowded, it would be better.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
You only get really free time when find yourself alone, hoping that no one will be too friendly and curious to interfere — not that his attempts to be quiet even when you leave a new hickey on his thigh were not cute, or his desperate attempts not to move so as not to create noise when you teasingly slowly touch him, knowing that he can neither ask nor beg you — otherwise he will be heard, unable to control his voice when so excited, while you slide higher, ignoring his whining, touching the swollen clit.
... In the end, Yuuta is more than charmingly attractive when you try to gently rub him through his underpants, making the fabric soak, casually accidentally rubbing too roughly, making him moan with excitement to immediately press palm to face harder, mewling, desperately hoping that he will not be heard. However, you are not sure, that these soft sounds can not be heard, but you can't even tell him anything, just continuing to methodically make him tremble harder, watching the fabric become more and more sticky.
But even if you want to say what a pervert he is, — being so excited about being shamelessly groped, while there is definitely a confused person behind the door, — you know that Yuuta already understands this and feels even hotter, allowing you to continue paw him, slightly scratching in more exposed places; but even when you bring pain, he only whines pliably, too absorbed and excited, not resisting at all or complaining when you get too intense, clearly ignoring how easily you can break his body.
Something like “too enthusiastic for someone being fucked by a monster” is on the tongue — but the blunted realization that "monster" is you sobers you up, too venomously than you could imagine, forcing you to stop almost painful flirting for a moment to restore the bitterness that has flared up.
“It is ok. It is ok that you react this way, it is part of self-awareness; you have retained consciousness, which in itself is the main thing; the human brain has a wonderful property of adapting” — because you don't have any other choice, do you? Sooner or later you will get used to the fact that instead of soft hands you have hard clawed paws, or that your body now looks like someone's terrible nightmare, it's not so significant as if "you" were not there at all, so it's not so bad, it could have been worse for you, you're quite lucky — or you want to hope for it. His hands are soft, warm, — not at all like yours, — but his gaze is the same as always, gentle and loving, as before.
Even if you are a monster, you are quite lucky to have a partner who accepts you even like this...
“I, I just wanted to say that you always look... enchanting. I would even say- incomparable, and... uh... You may think otherwise, but for me you... will always be the most attractive — it doesn't matter if you are a person, or a spirit, or someone else; you are amazing not because you are someone, you are amazing because you are.”
“... Unless I'm going crazy, and you know what I'm talking about, but, uh, I've never met someone greater than you — and more breathtaking, and... and that didn't change after your — uh — p-physical form... changed... I even think that, um, maybe, maybe you've gotten even... hotter?.. You know, with your fangs and claws, and when you can lift me up easily, or when you look at me, and- uhhh...”
“It's starting to sound weird, but- I want you to know that I'm not shy about it and I'm not shy about you, you're just so loving that I can't help but love you, no matter who you are- or, more precisely, what you look like... but even if you change, you don't need to worry, I- I'll love you anyway. Just because you are.”
It's still unusual to kiss him — the absence of lips in the human understanding hinders a little, but Yuuta is thrilled when you snuggle up to him, completely hiding his figure with yourself, as if hiding him from the whole world. His thighs are wet, but warm, and easily begin to tremble when you continue to caress without teasing, giving him what he wants, leaving messy spots. And you hope that the prying ears are already gone.
Because if not, then Yuuta will definitely have to think about explaining afterwards why he was so noisy, since making him cum several times in a row is the least you can do, hearing him sob-praising you even when his head is buried in the pillow.
⌞ ℘ ⌝ — interlude
Yuuta was always a little shy — at first; it seemed no matter if it was the first time or the hundredth, he had an unconscious habit of squeezing his hips if there was a "risk" that you would see him from below, or not leave the light on, or hold your face in front of him for passionate kisses even when your fingers stretch under his moans — but your eyes have no right to look anywhere but his face or chest. It was almost possessive, as if he was trying to make you look only at him, but was too insecure to let you see more than you were "supposed" to.
Caress, squeeze, spank, rub — but don't look too closely or interested if you don't want to make him embarrassed and try to cover up pathetically, even when you force him to cum on you again, grabbing his hair for a new rough kiss to which he responds hungrily, wrapping his legs around you. And maybe, maybe you could get used to it, but the harder Yuuta tried to hide it, the stronger your desire to see and touch became; to make him squirm on your tongue from another orgasm, to make him beg to stop teasing his clit with weightless kisses — and not to feel how he shyly presses his hips together if your eyes drop below his stomach.
You had no intention of portraying a victim at all — rather, you felt like a hunter whose prey is constantly slipping away, especially when Yuuta answered your questions with an uncertain mumble and reached for a new kiss, moaning on the lips when your fingers touch his inner thigh. But even if you were cooing how much you wanted to see his pretty pussy, even if Yuuta was approvingly mewling while you fingered him, you only had to give him a hint — and his hips were together faster than either of you realized something. But he tried — he really tried, convincing himself that there was nothing strange about it, that he was ready to do even dirtier things, but only your gaze turned out to be lower — and he felt unbearably hot because of shame and excitement and sought to get rid of this feeling.
... Maybe that's why, when, after long foreplay and kisses mixed with confirmation and praise and even more confirmation, Yuuta finally spread his legs — in front of the mirror, allowing you to sit behind and watch him in the reflection, arranging yourself so as not to let him bring his hips together again, even if this is his first instinct when he sees the sparkle of your eyes.
Even if his pussy is throbbing perversely while you are looking at it in the mirror, even without a hint of touching, everything is fine, it's fine, he agreed to it himself — “or at least you won't ask for it anymore” he thinks almost with tears when your fingers begin to gently stretch him and immediately become completely wet due to an overabundance of juice. Not exactly what you expected, is it? He's such a pervert — but he couldn't help but get excited when you looked at him like that. You know how sensitive he is, even if it's 'just a look'... or did you know and did it on purpose, teasing him? Doesn't matter, though — it can't stop flowing out, leaving stains on the sheets, and it's too late to stop now, and only you are to blame for your dissatisfaction, he warned you earlier,
but when you start rubbing his clit, Yuuta can't help but moan, distracted from self-deprecating thoughts — and abruptly exhales when your fingers begin to gently stretch him, gradually becoming rougher and stronger, making the leaking juice soak the fabric under his plaintive whining when the touches become too intense. A searing whisper about how adorable Yuuta looks, being so wet and rosy, while you fondle his pussy, squeezing around your fingers, — too pretty and needy, — only leaves a trembling wet kiss on your face when he cums — allowing you to continue watching.
A quiet purring “thank you” responds with something burning inside you.
... Maybe it really was a little too much for him; maybe it was what he was afraid of before — but when Yuuta moaning-whining from the most fleeting touches to his swollen clit, too sensitive from rubbing, while his hole, abused due to constant thrusts, cannot stop pulsating, too stretched and wet, you're a little... ashamed.
Maybe making him cum until he repeats the words about how cute he is was a little too much — or making sure that in the end he won't be able to think about anything, even about you, when you're done.
Yuuta was a little stubborn from time to time — you had no choice, you wanted to make sure that he would not forget what was happening and your words, even if it might not have been worth his inability to stop shaking from orgasms of his body, or a misty tearful look, or the inability to sit down normally, but hope for your help so as not to let him slide down somewhere. But you can be proud of yourself, gently pushing his slippery warm labia apart, to which he responds with a long exhale into your neck — although almost casually a quiet "don't worry, next time I'll make sure your pussy is cleaned" makes the exhausted Yuuta come alive again and twitch in your hands.
At least he doesn't squeeze his thighs — or simply doesn't have the strength to do it.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Claws are a little hard — every time you can't get rid of the worry that you will accidentally scratch.
Yuuta assures that this is absolutely not a problem, he can always take care of such wounds — but you still can't help but be too tense when undressing him, taking off his sticky underwear, feeling the desire coo because of the ruddy shy expression of his face while you spread his wet thighs. Even if Yuuta is clearly blushing shyly and tacitly disagrees — he is no less handsome from below, especially when you carefully, very carefully push his labia apart, trying not to leave unwanted wounds, but leaving cold touches that make the hot body shudder.
He's just too pretty, especially when grabs the sheets, — watching you gently stroke him, rubbing sensitive swollen clit, — but at the same time continues to whisper that everything is fine, he likes what you're doing, even when you grab his thigh to pull him closer, forcing to lean back in shameless pose, not allowing him to cover up or at least squeeze hips when you become too carried away by his pussy, which perceives even the lightest strokes too well. It doesn't matter how many times you touch him — Yuuta remains the same wet and trembling, as if you are getting under his clothes for the first time, slowly teasing until he starts to whine too desperately, trying to wrap his thighs around you.
After all, people, unlike spirits, are fragile and delicate — and when your tongue lightly rubs his overly sensitive clit, Yuuta can't help but sob, blushing even more because of the wet sounds. Whispering something excitedly timidly to you, feeling you go down lower, gently licking his juice-soaked lips, letting him get used to teasing touches that change faster than he understands — before lifting his hips again, moving to a more comfortable position for you, taking away even the shyly soothing thoughts that he is not "too openly naked" for you when his pussy is shamelessly exposed in front of your face. Squeak of surprise is drowned out by a moan when you push away the pretended tenderness — as well as his attempts not to be loud and needy when your tongue continues to greedily eat him, ignoring the whining that it's too much when he himself unsuccessfully tries to make your tongue rub his clit harder.
But it's not that you mind looking at his charmingly pointless attempts to squirm pathetically while you make him tremble intensely again from the approaching climax.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Yuuta is pretty — both from below and from above.
Thick curved labia, easily getting wet from the lightest arousal; the clit, hidden under the hood, becoming swollen as soon as you touch it, paying much more attention than he expects until it gets bigger; curly short hair, from pressing to which he constantly squeaks, even when expects it. Maybe he could convince you earlier to "not look there", but what can he do when you are already too obsessive, forcing his hips to wrap tightly around you while you eat him, forcing him to tear his voice from moans and screams when you get too carried away, pushing closer and closer to the fourth orgasm until hand does not grab you and does not force you to continue — not allowing to teasingly pull away and leave him halfway.
Even if Yuuta whines that everything is fine when you pull away again, leaving him frustratingly suspended — it's not that you can go anywhere when can't even get out of a tight grip. At least you can breathe and are not even pressed as tightly as he wants, so it's quite merciful for teasing his "naked sensitivity".
After you changed, it became both easier and more difficult — although now his habit of kicking slightly during orgasm has ceased to be at least some kind of hindrance, your tongue was long and thick, which seemed to be a problem for a tight and easily recovering Yuuta at first, especially when he whined for you to drive deeper, stretch harder, but you teasingly carefully licked his lips and clit, only slightly pushing inside — to immediately stop, for fear of being too rough with his body.
Your body is bigger, as is your tongue, and going along with an excited Yuuta seemed too traumatic — in a previous life you weren't even conditionally so intense, but he was too desperate and excited, begging you to stop teasing him and give him what he wants, he knows that you understand him, he it only takes a little bit, just a little bit, and you... you couldn't say 'no' when Yuuta was so needy. And you quickly learned that, in addition to tightness, your beloved was extremely malleable and thirsty when your tongue is driven into him, fucking too deep for him to even breathe normally — but hearing only whining and pleading to continue while his stomach is filled with you, too intense and rough to even touch the clit, but Yuuta feels too good to let you stop, feeling his juice-soaked hole stretch, abused by you to unconsciousness, as if you used him to relax, senselessly fucking your handsome human until he gets sick.
And when you grab his hips, slamming harder and rougher, fleetingly rubbing clit, Yuuta can't help but drool, feeling you deep inside, mercilessly fucking him until he begs you to stop, bringing his pussy to a ruined state — but it's too good for him to realize anything but painfully sweet stretching and aching closeness.
And fullness.
Delightful fullness.
As if he is finally whole, being filled to the brim, surely after that he will recover for a long time — and this thought is given to the excitement in the lower abdomen.
You're really having fun, aren't you? With this admiring expression, even when the only thing Yuuta does is shamelessly accepting all your tenderness, whining, you still look so in love with him, as if at the most delicious thing you have; too good for him, too attractive, greedily eating him, getting almost to cervix, passionately hammering; why his body starts to tremble even more — because how passionate you are or from something growing inside him when he looks at you?
When body starts to shake differently, harder, and hole flutters around your tongue, a quiet touching whine and grabbing of the fabric is enough for you to understand everything — ignoring his inarticulate muttering until it is interrupted by loud moans.
... It's not that there wasn't something before that his body became so excited and stuffed, but you'd be lying if you said you were expecting squirt. Yuuta was so tense and shy that even later, when his body learned to relax and stopped being so tense because of thoughts about your reaction, he still needed additional affection and words. But looking at his ruddy face, perfectly combined with thighs wet with juice and saliva and pussy unable to stop throbbing, you have to admit that maybe your transformation was really a good event.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Yuuta is not heavy, but his weight matches his height — for better or worse, so when you want to convince him to sit on your face, he does not resist, even if his face is as red as strawberries, but never allows himself to be too passionate or carried away, for fear of hurting you with his carelessness. In the end, his weight is definitely not something that every person can stand, and if he somehow harms you in such an intimate moment... it will forever be remembered by him as the most terrible event in his life.
But, in the end, there are a lot of other ways to leave him wet not only because of excitement, even if making Yuuta ride your face means giving up his orgasm or doing it very gently and carefully.
However, riding your face when you are so big that you can easily block him from anything is a different experience. You can easily break him using a few movements, but instead wrap your strong paws around his hips, almost leaving scratches, and he feels especially excited looking at your likeness of a face, feeling tongue rubbing between his lips.
You look so amazing, absolutely absorbed in the view, casually caressing his clit and licking the juice flowing down his thighs, from touching which Yuuta moans softly, but not trying to move in any way, allowing you to decide for yourself what you want to do next, even when the tip of your tongue teasingly draws a wet line on his body.
In the end, Yuuta is more than predictable in his reaction when you slide inside, pushing his lips apart, gradually filling him more and more, but not letting him move, stopping and continuing at your will until your tongue is deep enough, making a bulge, and Yuuta begins to fidget slightly, giving you know about his impatient mood. Too excited for someone who can easily find himself in a painful situation because of one unsuccessful movement — but considering how often you stretched him, forcing him to abandon the usual tightness in favor of the primal desire to be shamelessly fucked by you, maybe it was predictable.
When your paws try to give support for his palms to don't take your tongue all the way to cervix, even if his thighs can't stop shaking with excitement and anticipation — Yuuta even looks cute when he tries to look at you, while carefully rises to immediately descend, stretching himself and whining from this, but continuing to look at you even when biting lips. He is just as tiny, even if you regularly prepare him for such a thing — too tight and sensitive, although desperately trying to straddle you, despite his inability to stop trembling due to the excitement of your appearance under him and your tongue inside him.
But even when you start moving, unable to withstand the slow rhythm and pliably shrinking pussy, Yuuta can only shamelessly moan, trying to move his hips towards you despite the desire to stop and let you do everything yourself, driving into his cervix despite the painful sensations that make him only more thirsty and excited.
Or when Yuuta asks you not to move, leaving you deep inside him, even if he wants to move desperately — but he is only rubbing his clit, feeling how you touch him very gently, without interrupting him, but giving a sweet feeling of fullness and heat, from which his hips — which you continue to hold tightly clawed paws — tremble even more.
Do you like what you see?
Yuuta would rather die of shame than ask it out loud, but he really hopes so, because the sight of you under him, completely focused only on him and on him alone, only pushes him even more to orgasm.
You are really too attractive than you can even imagine — and he can tell you about it when he cums, whining something, almost choking with saliva when you start to move gradually, without interfering with his fondling the clit.
Too attractive.
he's more of a stay-at-home guy... okay, he's absolutely a terrible stay-at-home guy who likes to go outside only in some bouts of "walking" before returning home.
even if your transformation has made you less suitable for dating outside or generally less capable of ordinary "human joys", Yuuta will be happy to lie next to you while reading a book, or think about how old games can be adapted for your comfort, or try to involve you in old household things / 'flirting' with attention on your species features — or just wrap around you like a koala around a branch, because he lacks your touch and presence, even if you are now constantly around him, to the extent that you have actually become very friendly with the "new Rika".
Obey Me!: Kitten Maids
Lucifer, Mammon, Satan Asmodeus and Belphegor as your cat maids - other characters
master kink, toys, cum play
𖤐Lucifer:
actually a very efficient maid
he tolerates the outfit, but won't make it more revealing than necessary
keeps the cat-act as minimal as you tolerate
won't ask for attention too often, he rather has you come to him if you need his extra service
though Lucifer doesn't show much skin, he still has easy access
like panties with a hole in them, lube in one of the small pouches on his belt, etc
sometimes he wears a plug throughout the day
for easy access and to keep your cum comfortable and warm inside of him
pretends to be annoyed when you cover him in cum, but he lowkey enjoys it
"Lucifer?"
The maid comes hurried into your room, the tail of his costume cutely swaying behind him.
"Is something wrong with the tea, master?" he asks worriedly, politely holding his arms behind his back while waiting for a response.
You motion for him to come closer, trying to hide the mischievous smirk pulling on your lips. Lucifer stands right next to you now, frowning at the cup of tea he just prepared.
"Something's missing, kitty," you scowl while your hand sneaks under his skirt, reaching for his still hard cock.
You teased him earlier, resulting in the probably painful erection sitting under his costume. Lucifer gasps, his hips subconsciously pushing into your hand. He knows he's not allowed to question you, so he presses his lips together and silently accepts your hand stroking his cock into a quick orgasm.
You grab the cup, bringing it to his dick right before he starts cumming, resulting in his milky cum flowing right into the tea. His eyes widen, another gasp disrupting the pretty groans of Lucifer's euphoria.
A beautiful blush covers his face as you ask him to taste-test it for you.
𖤐Mammon:
Mammon won't be too good of a maid
he only pretends to work most of the time
Mammon much rather sits on your lap and gets spoiled
hey, don't scold him, this is part of his job too!
his maid costume is not too revealing, but enough to tease you
sometimes wears a tail-plug, but more often a clip-on tail for his waist
doesn't even bother to wear panties
the more attention/treats he gets, the more he'll act like a cat
sometimes he acts more like your sugar baby than maid tho
his efficiency magically improves with praise
"Master," Mammon purrs into your ear, slightly startling you.
You turn to him, finding his proud grin greeting you, body bent slightly forward.
"Finished?" you question, slightly surprised by his speed.
He nods enthusiastically, and somehow you feel like checking if he actually finished what you told him to do would be futile.
"Don'cha think I deserve some treats?"
You roll your eyes at him while reaching for the top of his head, patting the soft hair with a timid smile. Mammon pushes his head into your pats, enjoying the affection. You shift your gentleness to something different, your other hand moving to his exposed thighs, summoning goosebumps on the tanned skin.
Mammon shifts encouragingly, urging your warm fingers to reach his cock. A delighted moan catches your ears as you start stroking him, giving him the reward he asked for.
𖤐Satan:
a perfect cat maid
he tries his best with the chores you give him but often ends up caught up in his kitty-role
like he genuinely dives into the headspace
always wears tail plugs (he has multiple colored ones, but they're all realistic)
matching cat ears, of course (also realistic)
might wear some cat paws sometimes
sometimes paints on whiskers, but that's for special occasions
communicates through meowing, with a very cute smile on his face
loooves if you play with him, but he pretends to not even notice you in the room sometimes, just to rile you up
bites you (affectionately)
your lap is his throne
Satan watches you take your place at the desk he just organized. It doesn't take long before he's seated on your lap, his eyes staring you down without a word.
You smile at him, slightly amused while your hands instinctively rest on his hips. If Satan had an actual tail, it would playfully sway behind his back, challenging you cutely.
"Something you need, kitty?"
He bites his lip, subtle fangs pressing the soft pink skin, distracting you from his hand reaching down to pull his plug out of his ass. The thunk of it falling to the floor catches your attention, but by that time he's already guided your hand to the gaping hole between his legs.
Your fingers reach deep into him, allowing Satan to happily ride your digits, providing himself with the release he needs after working so hard for you.
His whines are pretty, even while muffled by your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, biting and nibbling you playfully.
𖤐Asmodeus:
he doesn't care for your chores, being your prettiest decoration is his only job tbh
wears the most revealing maid dress (it's actually a two-piece costume, one chest piece, and a bit of cloth you might consider a skirt)
always wears tail plugs with pretty colors (pink!!) and jewelry braided into them
matching ears, obviously
has the prettiest "claws" and loves scratching you with them ;)
wears a different collar every day
also spends a lot of time on makeup lol
his plugs are remote-controlled vibrators
he's always all over you, either at your feet, on your lap, or somehow clinging to you
very shameless
"Y/nnnn~" Asmodeus whines his body slumping against yours as you continue to deny him attention.
"Do your work, Asmo," you reply coldly, keeping your eyes on the book in your hands, trying not to spare the pretty kitty a glance.
He huffs, sounding offended as he stands back, looking at you for a few seconds as if to contemplate his next act before he offers a snippy huff. You still don't look at him when he turns around, dramatically mumbling something to himself as he walks off to the armchair in the corner of the room.
The sudden sound of it dragging over the floor does make you perk up, seeing your maid pulling it right into the center of the room. He knows he's caught your attention now, which makes him grin proudly while positioning himself on the chair, his legs draped over the armrests, spreading them right for your eyes.
"If my master won't touch me, I'll have to do it myself," he pouts, though his voice flows with undeniable confidence, soon bleeding into obnoxiously loud moans as he starts teasing the plug in his ass while stroking his leaking cock under the short skirt.
𖤐Belphegor:
more of a cat than a maid
and by that, I mean 20-hours of sleep a day
if you give him a chore, he'll manage 5% of it before he's dozed off
it is very cute, but not efficient
his dress isn't exactly short, it's mostly modified to keep him comfortable during sleep
often wears a cock-ring and a very lovely jewel plug so you have a pretty surprise when you decide to touch him while he sleeps
no panties
he wears cat-ears, but eventually loses them while sleeping somewhere, and he forgets to put them back on
purrs a lot, especially when sleeping around you
You amusedly watch Belphegor's lids get heavier and heavier as he tries to dust one of the bookshelves in your library, his already shaky legs bucking further, making him look shakily unstable in his tired state. You walk up to him, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist, so you wouldn't scare him.
"Wanna take a nap on my lap, kitty?"
Belphegor seems delighted by your proposal, though he does not agree immediately like usual.
"M' cock hurts," he slurs tiredly while allowing his body to relax against you, handing you the weight his limbs can no longer carry.
You coo at him, swiftly moving your hands over his hips to his crotch, feeling the hard erection under the fabric of his dress. His dick feels hot and heavy in your grip, the cockring at its base disrupting the intimate feeling. You pull it off wordlessly, which makes him whimper, small spurts of cum dribbling out of his reddened slit.
You stroke him through the release, bathing in Belphegor's adorable little moans before carrying him to the couch for a semi-deserved nap.
Manipulating pantalone into betraying the fatui and the tsaritsa, make him youre slut, youre slave for you to use at youre beck and call, tell him to stay at the fatui because his only use is that power and money backing him, make him unable to push you away.
Oh you need something? Dont worry Pantalone has it covered, want to destroy a fatui camp? He will gladly tell you where and how, want to use his body as a cocksleeve? Hes already undressed with his ass up in the air.
"oh... traveller... I told you I can help you." you smirk at the traveller while pantalone was covered in his own fluids twitching, sobbing, drooling and begging to be bred by you.
How pathetically cute.
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.
Shrouded in Pleasure
Idia shares his fantasy with you, hoping you'll turn it into a reality
Bottom Idia Shroud x Top!Masc Reader
{Request}
CW: Consensual Mind Break, Handcuffs, Fingering, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Nipple Clamps, Aphrodisiacs, Degrading, Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Anal Sex, Breathplay, Creampie
📝 841 Words
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When Idia told you about his fantasy, you were pretty shocked. His fantasy to be fucked so hard that he loses his mind and can't think anymore, to get rid of all his anxious thoughts and be in your warmth. You didn't realize it was something he'd be into but you're interested in fulfilling his wish.
You went over the safeword or any actions that'll stop the whole thing immediately with him over and over, making sure you don't end up doing something that makes him uncomfortable. But he'll most likely be unable to say anything when you break him so even though you're worried, you know he has a lot of trust in you.
After going over all the ground rules, you were finally ready to turn his fantasy into a reality.
You lean over Idia's naked body, his arms behind his back and restricted with fluffy handcuffs and his nipples pinched with pretty clamps while your fingers stretch him out.
"'M gon- gonna come~" Idia shivers.
"Already? You're so sensitive." Your fingers slam into his prostate, but your fist is wrapped around his length and preventing him from getting his release.
Idia whimpers but doesn't complain.
You pull your fingers out take a small jar of pink liquid. "Say 'ah', it's an aphrodisiac."
Idia opens his mouth and swallows the liquid you pour into his mouth.
You run your hands along his body. "It's pretty strong and activates fast, I bet if I..." Your voice trails off as you tap the tip of his cock, the sensitivity from the previous denials and the aphrodisiac has Idia arching his back and coming all over his chest and stomach.
After coming down from his high, Idia looks at you with a worried expression, thinking he'll get punished for coming without permission.
"Don't worry, baby," You kiss his forehead. "As long as my hand isn't squeezing your tiny little cock, you can come as many times as you'd like."
Idia blushes.
"Speaking of." You open a drawer and take out a vibrator specifically created to be wrapped around someone's penis. You slide it onto his length, some cum spurting out from the touch. You set it at the lowest setting so there's always stimulation but not enough to make him come.
You slot yourself in between his legs, tugging your underwear down just enough to free your length. You push your cock inside his well stretched hole, watching Idia's expression contort into pleasure.
You bottom out and hit his prostate, causing him to come all over himself again. "Ready?" You pull on one of the nipple clamps.
He moans and nods, you start fucking into him before he can even verbalize anything. Idia arches his back and floods the room with moans, as well as further flooding his body with his own cum.
You slap Idia, not because you're upset but he likes when you slap him. "How many times are you gonna come, hm? At some point you're gonna start shooting blanks." You wrap your fist around his dick, preventing him from coming again.
"'M sorry~" Idia moans, fine with not coming as long as you keep fucking him. "Fuck- yes- yes!"
You flip him over, hand leaving his cock. You shove Idia's face into the pillow and fuck the air out of his lungs. The clamps on his nipples push against the bed, causing more pain and far more pleasure for Idia.
His moans are muffled by the pillow and his head starts to feel fuzzy. You land a harsh smack to his ass, slightly thin spurts of cum shoot onto the bed as Idia tightens around your cock.
He further loses his mind the longer you keep his head on the pillow along with the other constant stimulations. Idia giggles and drools into the pillow, biting his lip when you pull his head up for air.
"Co- come.." Idia mumbles with a goofy grin on his face. "Inside mh- me..."
"I don't know if you deserve it..." You tease, moving your hand down to his crotch and reclaiming its rightful place on Idia's sensitive little dick.
Idia repeats 'please' over and over, sobbing and unable to make a proper sentence.
You push his head back down onto the pillow to shut him up. "You're already getting so much, and yet you want more?" You chuckle. "You're lucky you've been so good today."
Idia can barely hear you or even make out what you're saying, all he can identify is your tone. He whimpers and tries to say sorry but fails thanks to the pillow.
Your thrusts end with a stuttering halt as you come deep inside him, happiness quickly washes over your boyfriend. You move his body onto his side, giving you a look at his red tear stained and drool ridden face, quickly getting you hard again.
It doesn't take you a second to start fucking him again. He's so broken that moans are the only things coming out of his mouth.
He's finally gotten what he wanted.
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