(Cw Of Edging,and Implied Pegging.) I've Been Thinking (I Don't Know If This Is Sexy Or If Its Just Me

Bottom/Sub!ZhonglixDom/Top!Reader

Contains: Sub!Yandere!Zhongli, Dom!M!Reader

Be aware of: Potentially non-con, Anal sex, rough sex, choking (slightly), hair pulling (slightly), overstimulation, male reader, praise kink, sir/master kink, modern!AU, breeding kink.

Uh-uh, no you don't.

Zhongli used his fingers to stretch his hole open wider. He positioned himself right over your hard cock and then slammed himself onto you.

"Haah! Oh my, you feel so good!" He moaned. You felt his walls clench around your cock but it still didn't feel right. You never agreed, did you? And you had just recently found out he was responsible for the recent deaths of your friends. Then he kidnapped you and tied you up in his basement.

Zhongli started bouncing on your cock at a slow pace. You bit your lip. But Zhongli kept on bouncing, shamelessly moaning. "Look at my hole, taking you so good", you closed your eyes and looked away. But you couldn't help freling good. His walls tightening around you, his moans echoing in the darkness and the absolute helplessness he was about to be found in.

You had long since managed to untie yourself and were just waiting for an opportunity to take control yourself. "Ah! (Y/N)!" He sped his pace up slightly but there was no increase to his moan. Is it really that dissapointing? Is it even dissapointing? You didn't like this, did you?

Finally you decided to make your move and lifted Zhongli off your cock, then you slammed him against the wall. He whimpered. "Fucking yourself so shamelessly? How brave." You whispred with a smirk as you pushed inside him again. "(Y/N)-!" He yelped. Loud moans escaped his lips as you slammed into him repeatedly. You fucked him hard and fast. He continously called your name.

"Look at you", you whispered with a low grunt. "Taking me so good", you praised him as tears brimmed his eyes. You pulled at his hair to bring him closer to you. You kissed him roughly.

Soon Zhongli was completely braindead as you fucked him rougher and rougher. "(Y/N), (Y/N), hah-" he sung your name until he couldn't speak anymore, only moans escaped him. You felt your orgasm nearing as Zhongli came without warning.

"Zhongli, take my cum. Even if you can't get pregnant, fucking take it." You came inside him and he came again. You pulled out and let the cum drip out of him.

"You're a good cumslut, Zhongli", you cooed inside his ear and he smiled. "Y-Yes I am, sir."

Soft dom???

Dottore's Failed Experiment

FTM!Bottom!Dottore x Top!Masc Reader x FTM!Dom!Pantalone

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language Ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Test Subject Reader, Oral Sex/Face Fucking, Voyeurism (Pantalone), Choking, Unconsciousness, Cunnilingus (Pantalone), Sadism (Pantalone)

Words: 1,113

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"Good afternoon, Doctor, I trust your experiment is going well?" Pantalone waltzes into the room, smiling.

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

"Don't tell me you've wasted the money I loaned you?" Pantalone raises an eyebrow.

"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor. "Eh heh.."

"Did you do that on purpose? I hadn't imagined you were that kind of person." Pantalone glances over to your body, lying down on a metal table with a large boner poking through your shorts. "Have you tested it out?"

"What? Of course not! I'm utterly ashamed of this!" Dottore shakes his head.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

Pantalone walks towards the table, gently pushing Dottore out of the way. "Sit up."

You sit up immediately.

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?" Dottore asks, eyes wide. He didn't take Pantalone as the type to want to use something like that.

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

"Are you serious?" Dottore asks frantically, gasping when you pull your pants down, your boner looking even bigger than before. "Tell it to stop! Pantalone!"

"You've disappointed me, Dottore, but you might as well make use of your failure." Pantalone smiles. "Don't try to fight back, unless you'd like to do something else to pay for your debt..."

Dottore bites his lip, knowing that whatever Pantalone has planned alternatively is far worse than whatever you'll do to him. He grimaces as he watches you pull your underwear down, your hard cock slapping him in the face.

"That's a good boy." Pantalone coos. He sits down on a chair to watch the entertainment comfortably.

Dottore shivers, both at Pantalone's words and at how huge you are. He shoots Pantalone a look that he knows the other won't be able to see due to his mask.

"You...you won't let him come inside me, right?" Dottore asks, knowing you could definitely produce enough to ensure that he could end up pregnant.

"Of course not." He lies. Dottore sighs in relief.

You pull his mask away and pry his bottom lip open as you use your other hand to guide your dick inside him.

Dottore lets you fuck his mouth, albeit unwillingly. His eyes start to water as you use him like a toy.

Pantalone watches with a smile on his face, loving the display in front of him.

You ravage the doctor's mouth over and over, your cock never softening no matter how many times you come in his mouth. His mouth is sore from you never giving him a break. Cum and drool are spilt on the ground, the remains of what he couldn't swallow.

Much to the doctor's relief, you finally pull out of his mouth.

Dottore coughs and wipes his mouth. "Are you happy now, Pantalone?"

"No, not even close."

Dottore gasps as you push him to the ground. You rip his clothes off eagerly and nudge your cock inside him.

"Fuck! At least use lube you cretin!" Dottore grimaces as you push further inside, he was barely aroused so the stretch was incredibly painful. "You- you're getting off on- fuck- this, aren't you?"

Pantalone only laughs in response.

With the way your cock is filling him up, Dottore starts to think that maybe doing whatever alternative Pantalone had planned would've been better than this. He makes a face when he sees the fairly large bulge in his stomach.

You eventually bottom out and start fucking him without even waiting for him to adjust. You groan and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. He slaps your arms in desperate attempts of having you let go, your thrusts are punching the air out of his lungs and having his breathing restricted is certainly not helping.

"St- stop th- the thing! Pan- Pantalone!" Dottore keeps fighting back despite knowing his efforts are fruitless. Pantalone couldn't care less for how he feels. "You ass!"

You continue fucking him despite all of his squirming, keeping your hands on his throat while you indulge in your desires.

Dottore eventually passes out, falling limp as you keep using his body to satisfy you. You let go of his neck and grip his waist instead. Pantalone squirms in his seat, getting off on you fucking Dottore.

"Feel free to come inside him." Pantalone chuckles.

You growl in excitement, fucking him til your release. You unload your spend inside him, filling him up without his knowledge.

When Dottore comes to, he immediately notices the odd feeling inside of him. "Don't- ugh- don't fucking tell me!" He looks down and sees bits of your cum dribbling out of him. "Pant- pantalone! You f- fuck- fucking- nngh- lied!" Dottore panics, knowing you'll keep fucking more of your cum inside him.

Pantalone smiles, getting even hornier from Dottore's reaction.

You keep fucking Dottore, releasing inside him so many times that his stomach starts to inflate.

He passes out multiple times and eventually falls silent and allows you to fuck him until your cock runs dry, which he thinks'll never happen.

"You can ejaculate one last time, then stop." Pantalone commands.

You look at Dottore's limp and exhausted body, coming for the nth time and reluctantly pulling out as Pantalone ordered you to.

"Come here." Pantalone instructs. You walk over to him and start drooling when he strips his lower half. "Eat me out."

You quickly comply, spreading his legs further and pulling his sex towards your face. You start licking him up like a dog, making him moan beautifully in response.

You focus all your attention on his cunt, devouring it like you've survived on crackers your entire life. Pantalone bites his lip, pussy twitching in pleasure.

"Yes- fuck, just like that~" He whimpers. "Ooh~"

It doesn't take long for you to bring him to an orgasm, his cunt clenches around your tongue desperately as you suck up his fluids.

Pantalone lets you keep going for a minute before stopping you. "Good boy.." He says, out of breath. "Hm..why don't you uh, clean Dottore up? I'm sure you know where the shower is?"

You nod.

"Good. Make sure he's well rested and I suppose you could find him something to eat." He pets you. "I'll take my leave now."

Revenge is Best Served Hot (And Sticky)

Bottom!FTM!Pantalone x Top!Masc!Test Subject Reader

{Request} [Part One] | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

Contains: Non-Con, Voyeurism, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex

Words: 697

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"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?"

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

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After recovering from the previous events, Dottore has you take revenge for him.

He enters Pantalone's room with you behind him, a sick grin on his face and a bundle of rope in his hands. Thankfully Pantalone was passed out from the hard day he had earlier so Dottore doesn't have to use you to hold him down.

He approaches the male's sleeping body, pulling the covers away and turning him on his back. The doctor ties Pantalone's wrists to prevent him from trying anything when he wakes up.

"Go ahead." Dottore smiles and steps away. He sits on top of the banker's desk and watches you rip his clothes to shreds.

You shove his mouth onto your awaiting length, dragging his head along the shaft. As soon as your tip hits the back of his throat he jolts awake.

His screams and complaints are muffled, he squirms around and fruitlessly tries to get out of the rope.

"Relax, Pantalone. You know it'll hurt more if you fight." Dottore laughs. "Those ropes are specially made, don't waste your time."

Pantalone glares at him.

"Oh and don't try to bite, it won't hesitate to knock your teeth out."

He quickly relaxes his mouth and begrudgingly allows you to use his mouth freely.

You drag your cock along his throat, abusing it and groaning at how good he feels.

"How does it feel being in my place now?" Dottore taunts.

If he could, Pantalone would flip him off.

You grip his hair and fuck his mouth harder, drool spilling down the Regrator's chin.

It feels like you're spending hours thrusting into his throat, every minute making him feel more and more disgusted. You finally reach your peak and send thick globs of cum down his wet warmth.

You keep yourself inside him, not moving but forcing him to swallow your come. Once he does, you pull out. To both his and Dottore's surprise.

"Guess it doesn't like your throat very much, 'lone."

"Shut u-" Pantalone's retort is interrupted by you grabbing his sides and flipping your position to where he's on top of you.

You lower him onto your cock, your tip penetrating him before you slam him down.

Pantalone gasps in surprise. He looks down at you, trembling, and waiting for you to do something but you don't. You just look at him expectantly.

"Move." You say. "Bounce." You correct yourself.

His eyes widen. "Absolutely not!"

"Bounce." You repeat. "Now." You drag your nail along his thigh.

Dottore grins widely, this is even better than he imagined. Watching Pantalone humiliate himself is more than enough revenge.

Pantalone gulps and begins to move, struggling to stay still with his wrists bound. You grip his hips and help him stay upright.

"Fuh- fuck you...Dottore-" He grimaces. "Enjoy yo- yourself now but- you'll fu- fucki- fucking regre- regret this later-"

"You deserve all of this, I doubt I'll even feel any sort of remorse."

"Yo- you des- deserved it- for wast- wasting my mo- ra-" He chokes on his tears. "I don- don't."

"You could argue that, but you know I'm a vengeful person."

You flip Pantalone onto his back and drill your cock deep into him, spilling your seed inside him without warning. You don't hesitate before fucking him again.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Pantalone fails to respond, getting his brains fucked out from your cock reaching impossibly deep parts of him.

Dottore watches in sick glee as you destroy the banker's mind and cunt. It's even worse for him as he remains conscious the entire time.

And if his eyes even flutter closed he gets a harsh slap to the face to wake him up.

The gross hot and sticky feeling of your cock pushing and spreading your cum around in his pussy makes him sick. He didn't bother counting but he knows you've come at least 10 times.

"I'm satisfied." Dottore says after you've come for the nth time. "But you can keep having your fun with him if you'd like." He waves with a sharp grin on his face that pisses off Pantalone and leaves the room.

"Not done." You say, gripping his waist tighter.

⌞ 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.

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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.

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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".

Imagen bottom albedo with a 8ft tall reader can he even take you completely? Probably not… not even close. He is like 5’4 right? And reader being 8ft tall like damn-

You’ll probably end up breaking him. How big will your dick be? Too big. That’s for sure, does he even reach you to your chest? Nah. I don’t think so…. I don’t think reader can even fit in albedos lab-

But if the reader can fit, they will probably be used for getting high stuff…. Which will be too easy since the reader will probably be taller than the shelf or whatever.

Imagen sleeping together- poor man if reader ends up moving a lot in bed while sleeping. Boy will he be crushed. But if you dont! Lucky for him

Klee probably likes to climb the reader a lot. Since they are so godamn tall! Klee and the reader will probably go a lot adventuring together a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ n̸͐̈́͟͟͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡n̸͐̈́͟͟͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠.

You and Klee probably get scolded by Jean a lot. Maybe too much. Also a lot of people in mondstadt are pretty much intimidated by you or scared of you… timmie never dares to say anything when you scare the pigeons away. To scary…

You and albedo holding hands it’s pretty weird but nice? His hand is so tiny compared to yours. But it’s kinda cute?.. who knows. Reader can easily carry albedo like a potato sack?

Imagen reader and albedo getting intimate for the first time. Then you take off your underwear and then… you know what happens-

Poor albedo. Man’s is in shock. He knew that you were big, but not HUGE. I think your fingers are good for now…

Drinking More Than Just Alcohol

Bottom!FTM Kaveh x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | Uses AFAB Language

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Fingering, Orgasm Delay, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Praise Kink

📝 1,108 Words

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Kaveh steps into the bar with a scowl on his face, clearly already drunk off his ass. He sits on a stool next to you and orders a beer.

"Kaveh?" You look at him in surprise. You didn't see him, your student, as the type to drink so heavily.

"How do you know my name?" He asks, speech slurred. He's so drunk that he doesn't recognize you. Kaveh looks you up and down and smirks lopsidedly, you look so much older and more mature than him, he didn't realize it earlier but your age is a major turn on. "Whatever..." He takes the beer he ordered and takes a greedy sip.

"Ugh, my roommate is so annoying!" Kaveh says, exasperated. "He keeps nagging me for every single thing!"

You sigh and listen to him as he vents his hateful feelings towards his roommate and various other personal issues. You start to drown him out as his words turn to angry incomprehensible blabbers.

"You should fuck me." He says suddenly. "So I can forget about everything."

"What?" Your attention immediately goes back to him. "I'm your teacher, Kaveh."

Kaveh gives you a confused look. "You haven't taught me anything...yet." He smiles. "You can teach me how to suck you off and you can fuck me stupid in return~"

"My answer is no. I'll help you get home, okay?"

"No!" He whines. "I don't wanna go back to that asshole!" He yells loudly and disturbs the other people at the bar.

"Stop it, you have to deal with it Kaveh. Unless you have somewhere else to stay?"

Kaveh starts to whine louder and even gets told off by the bartender but he doesn't stop.

"Okay, okay, fine!" You grab his hand and drag him out of the bar. You assume that by the time you get him to yours, he'll be passed out drunk.

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Much to your dismay, he is not.

You drag him inside and sit him down on the couch. "Don't move." You order before going to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.

When you come back, you see he's started stripping. Only his underwear is left.

"Put your clothes back on!" You turn around, not wanting to see your student naked.

Kaveh gets on his knees in front of you and smiles. "C'mon..."

You look down at him, trying your best to hold back. "Fine." You give up and unzip your pants, pulling your underwear down just enough to free your length. "Suck it."

Kaveh licks up your shaft and gets it hard, thighs rubbing together in excitement when he sees your full length. He quickly wraps his lips around your head and sucks softly before moving further along your shaft.

He almost gags but forces himself to deep throat you, through pretty wet eyelashes he looks up at you for reassurance that he's doing well.

"I'm surprised you're this much of a slut, deep throating my cock like you've done it before." You smirk, running your fingers through his hair.

Before Kaveh can deny it, you start to fuck his mouth. "You're too slow though."

Kaveh rolls his eyes back, moaning and rutting against your shoe. He never thought getting his face fucked would feel so good.

You pull his head back and forth with your hips meeting him halfway. You throw your head back in pleasure, groaning lowly. "Such a pretty little thing, you wouldn't mind if I came in your mouth, would you?" You pose it as a question but have no intention of getting an answer.

Kaveh moans, feeling his peak rising.

"Archons, I never thought I'd do this to my own student...a drunk student nonetheless." You bite your lip and slow your thrusts, pushing Kaveh's head all the way to the hilt as you release your spend into his warm mouth.

Kaveh looks up at you and shivers at your dark expression. He quickly swallows without hesitation.

You pull away and let him breathe properly.

He seems to have sobered up a little bit, his eyes widening in shock when he finally remembers who you are. "Fuck...Mr. (Surname)..?"

"You finally remember me, huh?" You laugh.

Part of him wants to stop and run home but a bigger part wants to keep going.

You bring him up and drag him to your bedroom, turning the lights on and gently throwing him onto the bed. "You're not getting cold feet are you?" You ask, pulling your shirt over your head.

Kaveh looks at your torso then back up at you and shakes his head, he quickly strips down while you do the same. You tower over him and turn him around, lifting his hips up and kneading his plump ass. "Gods you're wet." You breathe out, sliding two fingers up his aching cunt.

Kaveh whimpers. "Please.."

You push two fingers inside, marveling at the mostly easy entrance before slowly scissoring him.

"Ye- yes- fuck~" Kaveh drools into the pillow. "Like- like that-"

He's so wet that you can hear the sound of your fingers moving inside him.

"Hngh- gonna co- come~" Kaveh moans, moving his hips back and forth.

"You're so cute like this, makes me want to tease you." You pull your fingers out, stopping him from coming. You lean into his ear while slowly entering him. "You can come as many times as you want, as long as it's on my cock." You bring your hand to little cock, playing with it and bringing him to the orgasm he was previously denied.

Kaveh moans, squeezing you desperately as he comes. "Ye- yes si- sir~"

You spank him lightly. "That's a good boy." You grip his waist and start thrusting into him roughly. "You feel so fucking good, Kaveh."

His face heats up from the praise. He can barely formulate a response due to how good he feels. All he can do is moan your name.

"Fuck," You groan, pulling on his hair and forcing his head back. "Wish I did this earlier–"

He starts to cry from how good it feels, already about to have another orgasm. Kaveh babbles something about being close before arching his back and coming.

You thrust into him a few times before pulling out and turning him around. You pry his mouth open and slide your length inside, thrusting back and forth before coming inside.

He quickly swallows, a little upset that you pulled out.

"Can't risk getting you pregnant." You say, taking your cock out of his mouth.

"Mo..more, please." Kaveh looks up at you sweetly.

You spread his legs open. "I had no intention of stopping." You wink.

Sukuna Ryoumen x top!male reader x Itadori Yuuji

cw:: threesome.|cumplay.|nicknames.|brief lap grinding.|stripper au.|feminization [cunt].

៚authors•note: Hi it's been a long time.

Imagine stripper sukuna and itadori on their knees, looking up with their tongues out waiting for the taste of your cum

"Daddy? Are you cum-"

"Oi asshat hurry up and cum would you?" You could only furrow your eyebrows at sukuna's brattiness "little shit, shut the fuck up. Brat." Your tone made itadori whimper and sukuna snort

"D-don't worry about him daddy. M' here m' gonna be a good boy." The pink-haired boy hurriedly said before sticking out his tongue afraid he might not get to taste your semen

"Tch, m' also a good-"

"You aren't. Might as well let yuuji here drink all my cum since he's being a good boy." You teased

"N-No!" The older twin whined raising his voice.

"Watch your fucking mouth. Boy." Gritting your teeth you felt yourself on edge "D-Daddy's gonna cum?" With eagerness, itadori scoot closer and angled his mouth higher. With Sukuna following his hand moving up to touch you only to be slapped away

"Watch it. I swear yuuji can have everything." Jerking your hands faster you felt yourself cumming

Looking down to watch you cum covered the two boys chins and tongues

Sukuna latches unto the tip of your cock sucking more. Pushing him away when you felt overstimulated

The two on the other hand didn't immediately swallow your cum but instead began making out playing with your cum before swallowing it

Showing both their mouths to tell you they swallowed everything

"Daddy? Fuck me." Pushing you to sit on the couch letting itadori grind unto you

Sukuna coming up to your ears to whisper words to help hardened your cock they love so much

"C'mon daddy, fuck some manners back to us, want you to go rough in my needy cunt."

Horny catboy venti if your comfortable?? 😩

a/n: hi anon, i actually don’t take requests but i liked this idea so much i wanted to make this short drabble. perhaps i’ll take a few requests to see how i like this. sorry for the long wait!

mmm.. holding venti by his dainty throat n pinning him to the mattress,, meaty cock pounding all sense out of his stupid little head. i luv.

he’s covered in his own cum, tiny dick left bouncing between his spread legs as it twitches helplessly for attention.

venti claws at your strong wrist around his neck, gargling unintelligible pleads and hi-pitched moans. “stupid kitty, cant even talk straight can you?” you breathe out into his ear.

erratic thrusts slow into deep grinds. deliciously grazing over his throbbing prostate. venti whines and wraps his tail around your waist, encouraging you fuck him faster.

feline eyes blink slowly up at you, hazily taking in the sight of your perverted look. venti smiles up at you with that fucked out haze, slowly bucking his hips to meet your fat cock nestled inside his walls.

“ fuck me more. want more!” venti slurred out his demand before he even realized what he said, eyes widening as his ears stand in surprise at his own actions. “ w-wait, m’ sor— nng!!?”

harshly flipping him onto his stomach, you fuck into him at a brutal pace. pulsing cockhead bruising his bundle of nerves. “ giving orders now huh? should i put some fucking manners in that tiny brain of yours? mm?”

venti nearly screams at how deep your hitting inside him, your words combined with the delectable friction of the sheets against his swollen dick sends him hurtling into a toe-curling orgasm. with no warning but a loud moan ventis eyes roll into the back of his head as cum stains the sheets below him.

but you don’t stop. instead you tug at the base of his shuddering tail, using it as leverage to go deeper then before. scratchy wails fill the room as venti reels into his second orgasm embarrassingly fast.

sobs muffle into the pillow below him, mind going dumb at the feeling of your nonstop plunges into his fucked out hole. leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear: “ since you do whatever the fuck you want, m’ gonna fuck you full until i’m satisfied,” you snake a hand under him to rub his tummy “ fill you up so good with my seed you’ll bare my kittens. you’d like that wouldn’t you?” venti sobs out louder, ears twitching n pushing his hips back weakly to meet yours.

“of course you would.”

a/n: something small i wanted put out in apology for not posting anything in a while. TT.

Human Technology

human!Mammon x m!demon!reader

smut; Mammon brings home a special toy he wants to show you from one of his shopping trips, sponsored by you.

sugar daddy reader, top!dom!reader, daddy kink, vibrating cock ring, overstimulation, mentions of multiple orgasms, anal

Mammon enters your flat with a bright grin on his face and flashy sunglasses over his eyes. His arms carry an arrangement of bags, each from a different brand in a different color.

"Daddy! I'm home!"

You turn your head to the entrance hall, beckoning the human to your lap. Mammon hums to himself while approaching you, quickly letting his bags drop, and puts his sunglasses on the table. One of the smaller bags stays in his hand before he finally finds his place on your lap, a pleasantly satisfied scent dripping off of him.

"How much did you spend, baby?"

Your core sin reflects in Mammon's eyes, shining bright as he reveals the 7k left in brand-name clothes and designer jewelry. Your hands find their place on his hips, squeezing encouragingly.

"So, tell me what that means, honey."

His bright demeanor switches, a familiar blush invading his cheeks and his still glowing eyes cast down, shy to tell you what you want to hear.

"It means I owe ya seven," Mammon says reluctantly, hiding his face in your neck as you inquire seven of what. "Seven orgasms, daddy."

You praise your shy human by patting his head with a low chuckle in your throat, grabbing his hair after to pull him away from your neck. Your eyes are devouring him already, and the shiver it evokes is cutely obvious.

"I actually- I got somethin', so it's easier to repay my debts," Mammon reveals, glancing at you through his lashes.

"Are you saying my cock isn't enough?"

Mammon quickly shakes his head, a flash of fear spiking through him at your tone.

"Just thought it'd be more fun like this, ya know?" his confidence is back after pulling a small package from the bag he put next to you.

"What's that?" you bluntly question while inspecting the "cock-ring" given to you by Mammon. You're not familiar with human technology, especially nothing in the erotic realm. As a demon, traditional skin-on-sin contact is best. But you're willing to make an exception for Mammon.

"I'll just show ya, 'kay??"

Mammon's excitement is bleeding off of him as he jumps up from your lap and starts undressing, and in the blink of an eye, his tongue cutely pokes the inside of his cheek as he stretches himself for you. You watch with starving eyes, the toy almost forgotten under the stunning visual of your human getting ready for your demon cock.

Mammon pulls his fingers out of himself, quickly stroking his dick a few times to get the also newly bought lube smeared over it. Almost theatrically, he gets the toy out of its box, twirls it between his fingers a few times, and finally slips it over his cock. His bright grin reaches your face, but you're not sure what to make of this thing wrapped around the human you own, and only you're allowed to touch there.

He suddenly hands you another smaller device, which glows in the same color as the thing around his dick. He mentions it as a remote and cheekily tempts you to press one of the buttons. You lean back into the couch's cushions before doing as he told you.

His sudden twitch and the strange buzzing make you jump a little before you finally figure out the toy's function. You sit back again, curiously watching Mammon's reactions to each of the settings on the remote. You settle onto a simple one, praising him for picking such a fun little thing.

You don't even have to give him the order to finally get your dick in his hole. Mammon does it all by himself, and you can't help but wonder what an obedient human you've pulled yourself in with him. His warmth nicely wraps around you, and you can't help but smirk at his adorable attempts at riding you.

The vibrations have his hips twitch constantly, making it close to impossible to keep a steady pace, and you find it more entertaining than the actual stimulation on your cock. You coo at him while reaching out, taking the cock ring to slide it along his shaft. Mammon courses shamelessly, his body quivering as he tries to stay stable on top of you. His nails dig deep into his own thighs, threatening to leave long-lasting bruises, which you can't wait to admire later, 

You enjoy watching his build-up to his first orgasm, a warmth spreading under your skin as white ropes of his semen stain your torso. You quickly switch to a different setting on your remote, barely letting the human come down from his orgasm.

"Make sure to count, baby boy," you remind playfully, grinning at Mammon's pathetic whine.