Deal With A Drunkie

All Yours

Lucifer/AMAB Reader

☞. . . Another kofi request filled! This was a gore request, so please heed the warning and tags! Requester (candle anon) wanted something based off the first luci gore drabble I did and wanted the reader finishing onto his heart. I hope you enjoy! (1.7k words)

Lucifer was always known for his beauty. Even up in the Celestial Realm he was Michael's favorite, the apple of his eye. Asmodeus may have been the jewel of heavens, but Lucifer was the whole damn necklace.

Even now, his halo a pair of horns and two wings shorter, he’s gorgeous. Truly he was a piece of art.

Tonight, he’s a brand new canvas. You’ve spread him wide, bound his limbs to each post on the bed with strong red silks. Your paintbrush tonight is more precise than any hair; it takes the form of sharp metal, a collection of blades sharp enough to hurt just looking at them.

You pour a glass of aged demonus from his ornate decanter, swirling it in its glass. Lucifer watched your every move, lips parting with a sigh as you sit beside him. “Drink, baby.” You support your hand under his head and lift so he can drink from the glass, acidic alcohol flowing down his tongue and warming his chest from the inside out. “So messy.” You tut, pulling the glass away and wiping the dribbles from his lips with your thumb.

“Only for you.” He says, tongue darting past his lips to catch the lingering taste. “Only ever for you.”

It makes your heart warm and possessiveness fester under your ribcage. “So sweet, such a sweet boy. So well mannered and polite.” You give his cheek a pinch and he reddens under your fingers. “I ought to reward you,” you straddle his hips, unrolling the cloth of beautiful tools. The tarp crinkles under every movement.

Lucifer turns his head and watches you pick your tools. “Aht, eyes forward, look at me,” you pull him back by his chin and Lucifer’s gorgeous red eyes lock with yours. “Good boy.” He shivers, lips parting as he stares up at you. “Do you want a treat? Tell me, does my good boy want something special?”

Very slowly, he nods. “I want you to cut me open.” He says, every word calculated and honest, like he was utterly bewitched with your entire being—controlled in your grasp like a puppet on strings.

You smile, a gentle yet wolfish smile that makes his heart beat faster. “That's what I want to hear.”

Each touch of your fingers on his chest is chilling, sending little sparks under his flesh as you make invisible lines where you’ll cut. Once satisfied, you pick up the blade.

It’s a sharp silver blade with an elegantly curved handle. The first time Lucifer confessed his desires he knelt before you, presenting the dagger in his hand like an offering to the altar of your soul. And he would be the pliant lamb you cut into.

You press the point of the blade under his collarbone and Lucifer squeezes the drop ball tighter in his fist. “Breathe in,” you press hard. “And out.” Lucifer’s deep sigh trembles as you cut in, dragging the blade down his abdomen.

It catches on his belly button and you have to take a moment to work through the cartilage. Lucifer’s breaking. He’s red in the face and trembling, biting down on his lips so hard his fangs threaten to pierce through. “Demon skin is so tough compared to human skin.” You say as a passing thought, the blade ending above his pubic mound.

There’s a poking on your ass and you move to sit on his thighs instead. His dick tents his underwear, an obscene peak tainted with his bubbling blood. “Hah, sorry,” he sighs, hot tears passing over his cheeks. “Don’t apologize. I know you can’t help being a needy little thing. I’ll just have to take care of you, won’t I?” You coo, tapping the peak of his tented underwear. Lucifer hisses, eyes clenching shut as his hips rock up.

You don’t chastise him. Instead, you resume cutting, making horizontal lines at the ends of each slice.

Lucifer’s so patient through it all, breathing heavily with each pass of your blade. Blood continues to pour in steady streams from the wounds; thick black blood that pools under his body on the tarp and stains your hands. It’s a bitter stench of pure debauchery and neither of you can get enough of it.

You set the dagger aside and grab the split skin, pulling the slabs of his abdomen aside until you can see his undulating organs below the abdominal wall. A few slices and that’s moved aside, glistening intestine and thick rib bones on display—all for you.

“So pretty, Luci.” You sigh, gently stroking your fingers over his bunched small intestine. Lucifer keens under your touch, finally, finally, making the sounds you’ve been waiting for. Truly, it’s surprising how much he can hold back when he’s determined enough. “So very gorgeous. Don’t you know that?”

He swallows shakily, eyelids fluttering with each caress of your fingers. “I-I..”

You settle back by his hips again, press your own arousal against his. “Do you feel that, Lucifer? Do you feel how hard I am for you? You did this to me- you’re so beautiful I can’t help it.”

Lucifer looks down, down past his flayed chest, down his exposed organs, down to his pre stained underwear where he sees the swell of your erection strained in your jeans. You grind against him, a little roll of your hips that has him gasping like a fish out of water. It’s unbelievably hot. Lucifer’s brain is melting into a slurry of good and more.

“I can see your heart, Lucifer. And it’s all mine, right? Your heart is mine?” Blood smears your face from where you wiped off the sweat and Lucifer swears he’s never seen something so beautiful. He nods, quickly and urgently. “Y-yours, wheeze, all yours,”

You smile, giving his cheek a pat. “Of course it is. Something so pretty is obviously a gift for me, huh?” You feel Lucifer’s cock throb against yours. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you pretty? It’s true, you’re so pretty, especially like this. Your beating heart exposed for me…such a beautiful red. Just like your eyes.” You rock your hips against him, rub your erection against his.

Lucifer’s exposed heart beats faster, contracting and expanding with fresh oxygen. “Maybe I should take those eyes next, what do you think?” You tap the bloodied blade on his cheekbone, the flat end making a sticky splat against his skin. He gives a firm shake, hot tears bubbling up into those enchanting eyes of his. “That’s ok, you need those eyes to see what I’m doing, don’t you?” And he nods, and to your delight and surprise, bats his sticky wet eyelashes at you.

You groan in pure need, rutting against him harder, enough to make him jostle under the force of your hips. “So fuckin pretty, that’s right, my pretty boy.” You lean down, sucking your face into his exposed cavity and press a kiss to his heart.

Lucifer wheezes, a loud moan tearing through his chest—ragged enough you see his organs contract and then relax. “You’re all mine, all mine. Your heart's mine too, isn’t it?” You look up your lashes at him, lips smeared with rich blood. “Yess,” he gasps, cock twitching and throbbing in his underwear. “It’s yours, it’s- fuck, all yours,” he pushes his hips up, grinds his cock against yours.

You curse, your pants far too tight and uncomfortable. “Shit, baby,” you reach down, unbuttoning your jeans as you pepper kisses over his ribcage. Lucifer audibly moans at the realization, a low whining in his throat as you push your pants and underwear down and straddle his hips. “I wanna cum on you,” you breathe, kiss up his neck with your dick in your fist. You give a few pumps, panting against the hollow of his throat. “I wanna cum on your pretty heart.”

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, do it- do it,” Lucifer pleads, his dignity utterly destroyed by a pretty knife and a few kisses. He’s tugging at his restraints, yet the drop ball remains closed in his iron grip. You scoot up higher, knees framed under his ribcage. “You’re so gorgeous, Hah, so pretty and mine.”

You pump your cock, hissing with each pass of your thumb over the leaking head. Lucifer’s heart thump thumps below you, his fangs digging into his bottom lip with how tightly he sets his jaw. “Next time, I should fuck your pretty insides, huh?” You pant, pre dripping down from the head and threatening to drop onto his beating heart.

Lucifer can’t hold back the open moan at the thought, eyelids fluttering. “Fuck me,” he gasps, arching his back and pushing his chest up closer to your throbbing dick. “Fuck my heart, fuck my guts,”

So vulgar, so obscene. It makes you want to ravage him, it makes you want to tear him to shreds and put him back together to do it all over again.

Lucifer’s hands itch to be free so he can guide your cock down into his gooey insides, so he can jerk you off right into his blood pumping heart. The fact alone that he can’t touch you makes him burn with frustration and desperation.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna claim you, I’m gonna make you mine,” it doesn’t take you long for your orgasm to bud closer, the obscene display of trust and vulnerability getting you close before you even began.

“Yours, yours- cum on me, cum in me,” Lucifer babbles, crimson eyes wide and blown as they train on your twitching cock, excitement and anticipation flooding through his veins.

That knot grows tighter, tighter, until it bursts, until your dick jumps in your hand and thick, hot ropes of cum splatter onto his open heart. And it burns on his heart, it burns so deliciously. He cums in that moment, hot wetness seeping through his underwear. He’s been claimed, and that thought makes him dizzy.

The last of your cum drips into a puddle on his frantically beating heart, mixing with the sheen of blood keeping him moist. “I love you,” he says, so genuine and whole. “I love you, I love you,” he repeats as you untie the binds on his wrists.

Lucifer brings a shaky hand down, rubs his trembling fingers over his cum splattered heart. You bite your lip, eyes wide as you watch him smear it in. “Lucifer..”

He brings his hand back up to his face- and licks the mix of blood and cum off his fingers. “You’ve claimed me,” he says with a loopy smile, so fucked out despite not being fucked at all.

“All yours.” Lucifer sighs and you couldn’t agree more.

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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.

ok that afab!xiao one 😳 ty anon you awoke something in me LMAO. I would write for xiao too but kaeya’s been hogging up my mind all week 😔 anyways enjoy this fic ig

sub!bottom!afab!kaeya x dom!top!gn!amab!reader

warnings: Bondage, exhibitionism(?), voyeurism, sex toys, edging, nipple play, dacryphilia, fingering, degradation, sadomasochism, facefucking, overstimulation

not proofread cause I’m too lazy

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5:56 PM. Four minutes before your date with Kaeya. You made sure you looked your best. You fixed your hair and outfit before going to the restaurant for your date. “You’re here early.” You said as you walked up to Kaeya, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Would you rather me be late?” He replied with a smile as you two pulled away. “Of course not,” You denied and let out a small huff. “Let’s go now. I booked a table for us.” Before you lead him to the table, you leaned towards his ear and whispered, “You’re wearing the gift I gave you, correct?“

“Why would I not? You know I don’t waste gifts.” Kaeya said with a cocky grin. Before you could lean back, he grabbed the back of your head and whispered, “It’s hitting all the perfect spots inside of me and stretching me out so good,” He purred into your ear. “You’re quite good at choosing gifts, I’m surprised. It looks so good on me I just had to take a picture.” He said, handing you a photograph as he leans back. You flipped it over and there you saw such a splendid picture.

It was a picture he took in front of a mirror. His ass was up and facing the mirror. You could see his pink cunt and the gift you gave him—a butt plug with a blue gemstone that suited him so well like it was made for him to wear. The plug was sitting nice and snug inside of his ass. His upper body was turned so he could look at the mirror. He had a shit-eating smile plastered onto his face. On his chest, you could see a glimpse of nipple clamps that were decorated with a chain.

You were surprised that he wore nipple clamps. You just expected him to wear the plug only. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Kaeya.” You let out a breathy laugh as you put the image in your pocket. “It’s one of my many talents.” He said smugly. “Let’s go eat now, shall we?” You said lending out your hand. “Yes, we shall.” He replied, intertwining his hand with your’s.

You and Kaeya chatted about your day until you saw the waiter coming over to your table. Kaeya followed your eyes and saw the waiter. He thought nothing much of it, but little did he know you had something up your sleeve. You took something out of your pocket and clicked a button. Suddenly, Kaeya felt the plug inside of him starting to vibrate. Though the plug was on the lowest setting, the sudden vibrations caused him to let out a small moan. His cocky grin disappeared and his hand immediately covered his mouth. He looked at you, and you could catch a glimpse of excitement in his eyes. He removed the hand away from his mouth and placed it on his cheek, leaning his head against it. “Seems like I’m not the only one with surprises today. I’m looking forward for tonight.” He said, his confident grin returning back onto his face.

The waiter came over to your table, completely unaware of the situation. “Hello. What may I get for you two tonight?” The waiter asked. “I’ll get (your order), please.” The waiter wrote down your order. “And for you, sir?” They asked. “I’ll get—“ Kaeya stifled a moan as you turned up the vibrator. “Sir?” The waiter said, their eyebrows knitting in confusion. “I-I’ll get um..the same thing.” He managed out. “Alright.” the waiter said as they wrote down his order and left your table.

“Not so charming anymore, hm?” You said with a smug smile. “My charm is something I wouldn’t ever lose.” He retorted back, trying not to moan between his words. You set the vibrator back to the lowest setting. You saw that Kaeya’s body relaxed as you turned it down. He didn’t have to worry about letting out a moan in public, well at least for now. You and Kaeya continued chatting as if he didn’t have a vibrating plug up his ass and nipple clamps on his chest.

A few moments later, the waiter came over with your food. They handed you your plate first, which you took and placed down on the table. When they were handing Kaeya his plate, you turned the vibrator up to max. Kaeya choked back a loud moan and almost dropped his plate if it weren’t for his skillful hands. “Sir, are you alright?” The waiter asked in concern. “Never better.” Kaeya said, his voice wavering but still managed to give them smile. They were skeptical, but decided not to pry. They left the table and Kaeya let out a relieved sigh. “Why so tense?” You asked, feigning innocence. He tried retorting back, but all that left his lips were whimpers and stifled moans. You lowered the setting a bit so that Kaeya could handle it but still be stimulated.

The two of you ate. Occasionally, you would turn the vibrator up and then back down, causing Kaeya to either choke on his food or let out a moan. You two would get odd stares from the other people around you, but you acted as if everything was normal meanwhile Kaeya was trying not to moan aloud. You could tell that Kaeya was about to cum because he started to slightly grind onto the chair to get some stimulation on his clit. You turned off the vibrator, which caused Kaeya to let out a whine and gain odd looks at the two of you. “Shouldn’t you be more quiet Kaeya? You don’t want to get caught, do you?” You said teasingly. “Why of course not.” Kaeya replied, gaining his composure back. As much as he would love you bending him over the table and rail him in front of everyone, he had a reputation to hold up.

The pattern continued. You would occasionally mess with the setting; going from low to high to medium to high to low. You did it randomly and at different times, which made it unpredictable for Kaeya, as well as exciting for him too. Every time you raised up the setting he would give you a smirk. Every time he was about to orgasm, you turned off the vibrator and watched how pathetic he looked, his eyes pleading you to just let him cum.

The two of you finally finished your meal. You paid the bill and escorted Kaeya out of the restaurant, helping him walk properly with his shaky legs as the plug was still buzzing inside of him. “Where should we go now?” You asked, but you already knew the answer he would give you. “Let’s go—ngh—to your place.” He managed out, trying hard not to focus on the buzzing in his ass. “My place? That’s unexpected. Usually you would request to go to the tavern. What made you change it up, hm?” You said in a teasing tone. Kaeya grabbed your waist and leaned towards your ear. “Please,” He whispered, his voice sounding so desperate. “I-I just want to cum…I want you fuck me..please.” God, he sounded so desperate. He didn’t even try to make a flirty remark. “I’ve only edged you twice and you’re this desperate already?” You laughed. “Alright then. Let’s go.” You said as you took him to your place.

When the two of you arrived to your place, Kaeya immediately started stripping. He landed a rough, sloppy kiss to your lips as he undressed with your help. You two made your way to the couch as you kissed and undressed Kaeya. You parted the kiss and pushed him onto the couch, his body bouncing lightly as he fell back onto the cushions. You sat in between his legs and could now see what a marvelous view he was giving you: His face was flushed and sweaty; his eyes were full of desperation; his chest was decorated with nipple clamps; his legs were spread, showing his glistening cunt and throbbing clit; and finally, the blue gemstone plug up his ass. He was completely naked, compared to you who was fully clothed. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed by that. You leaned down and started attacking his neck with kisses and hickies. His hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down further into his neck. His other hand was holding the back of your shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white. You started to grind your clothed cock against his slit. Your hand trailed up his torso and rubbed and flicked at his sensitive nipples, meanwhile your other hand trailed down and rubbed circles on his throbbing clit. Kaeya let out loud moans, not caring if the neighbors would hear. He was being stimulated everywhere and didn’t know where to focus on.

“I-I’m—Mngh-ph!—gonna cum!” He moaned out. You increased your pace, building him up to his climax quicker. But just before he was able to cum, you pulled away and turned off the plug. “W-Wait! Let me finish!” He whined aloud. His eyes were tearing up and pleading for you to let him finish. You couldn’t help but let a sadistic smirk emerge onto your face. “I didn’t know that the Calvary Captain was this desperate to cum.” You laughed. “How unprofessional.” You said in fake disgust as you landed a harsh slap to his throbbing clit, which earned a yelp of pleasure from him. “Hah, look at you now. So desperate that you’re getting off of pain? My, my, I didn’t know you were a masochist.” You teased, a smug smile on your face as you watched his cheeks darken and his eyes looking at anything but you. You roughly grabbed his face and made him look at you. “I’m talking to you. Haven’t you learned to keep your eyes on the speaker?” You asked sternly. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered, resisting the urge to break eye contact.

You let go of his face and shoved your fingers in mouth, causing him to gag. You attacked his neck once again, but this time you trailed down to his chest, leaving hickies along the way. Your tongue latched on his nipple, which was numb and sensitive because of the nipple clamps. You got up and slipped your fingers out of his lips, which made Kaeya look at you in confusion. “This is getting in the way.” You said as you grabbed the chain and yanked the nipple clamps off of him. He let out a startled cry, his nipples throbbing from both pain and pleasure. Before he could retort back, you immediately latched your tongue back onto his nipple again. You were kissing and sucking it so tenderly, a huge contrast to what you just did a few seconds ago. Your other hand, which was covered in his saliva, was rubbing his other nipple between your fingers. His hands were gripping tightly onto your shirt as he let out lewd moans.

You shoved your fingers back into his mouth and thrusted them in and out. Gagging and moaning filled up the room. You pulled out your fingers out of his mouth and reached down to his clit. Your fingers, slick with his saliva, toyed with his clit. Lewd moans left his lips as he took one hand and played with his abandoned nipple. “Nnhg—gonna c-cum!” He groaned out. You started to speed up your pace and he started to grind his hips against your fingers. And right when he was about to cum, you stopped. He let out a loud whine. Tears ran down his cheeks, begging for you to just let him cum. “Be a good boy and I’ll let you cum.” You said as your hand rubbed his thigh, inching closer and closer to his needy cunt but not touching it. “Please, please, I’ll do anything! I’ll be a good boy! A-Anything! Just please let me cum, I need it!” He begged. You shushed him with a kiss and wiped away his tears. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” You said.

You picked him up and pampered him with soft kisses along the way. Once you got to the bedroom, you dropped him onto the bed. You sat between his legs and admired his debauched form. “Amazing, Kaeya. You’re so amazing.” You praised as gave tender kisses at his neck and started to trail down. You were now kissing around his needy cunt. He was squirming, begging for you to place your lips on his cunt. You got up and left the bed to get something. Kaeya let out a cry, being stripped away from gaining pleasure. You came back with rope and a few toys in your hands. A sadistic smile was on your face. You flipped him over, making him lie on his stomach and tied his wrists behind his back. You spread his legs open and bent his knees, tying each ankle to his wrists and to the bedposts, spreading his legs further. Your hands were all over his ass and thighs, rubbing and slapping it, causing him let out little yelps and moans. You out took out a labia spreader (this) and wrapped it around his thighs. You took each clamp and clamped it onto his labia, spreading it wide open to see his throbbing clit and gaping hole.

He felt so exposed. His labia was spread so you could see his wet cunt more clearly, and the fact that he was the only one naked didn’t help either. “Beautiful..so beautiful…” You said, though it was more like you were saying that to his cunt and not him. You took to fingers and slipped it into him. “You’re so wet Kaeya, you took me in so easily,” You teased, adding a third finger, which also slipped in easily. “Kaeya, were you fingering yourself before our date? How naughty.” You added a fourth finger, causing him to unable to answer your question. “I asked you a question. Aren’t you gonna answer me?” You demanded, curling your fingers into a sweet spot of his. “A-aahh! Yes, y-yes, I wa-was!” He replied, tears falling down his face once again. “Seems like I dont have to do any work then.” You said as you slipped your fingers out, earning a whine from Kaeya. You took your fingers, that were covering in Kaeya’s slick, and toyed with his clit. Sultry and sugar-sweet moans left his lips. God, he sounded so damn hot.

You took out a clit pump and attached it onto his clit. The sucking sensation was strong, bringing him into ecstasy. Oh how he wished it was your mouth sucking on his clit instead. You took out a speculum and inserted it into his cunt, widening it up. He moaned at the stretch. You took out a fucking machine and attached his favorite dildo, a thick textured one that hit all of the right places in him. You aligned it up to his dripping cunt and slowly entered it inside of him until all its length was deep inside him. Every time he shifted, it rubbed against all of his sweet spots. It’s his favorite for a reason. You turned on the machine and it started to slowly rock into him. Sweet and drawn-out moans left his lips as he closed his eyes to feel it more. He tried to clench down on the dildo, but the speculum refrained him from doing so. All he could do was take it in nice and deep.

You increased the speed of the machine, causing Kaeya’s moans to get louder and more filthy. As he squirmed from the pleasure, the clamps were tugging on his labia. He desperately wanted to grind his clit down on something, but couldn’t because of the tube that was sucking away on his clit. You continued to speed up the machine as he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. His toes curled, face flushed, nails making indents into his palm, and his honey-sweet voice creating the most erotic sounds you could imagine. Right when he was about to cum, you stopped once again. He tried to hump back onto the dildo, but stopped when you landed a slap to his ass and called out his name sternly. “I-I need to cum! Please! Please let me cum! My f-filthy pussy needs it! Please, please, please!” He begged. “Hmm..wait a little longer, darling.” You said, caressing his ass before you gave it a squeeze. He sobbed. Tears spilled down his cheeks and created a wet puddle on the bedsheets.

After his orgasm died down, you turned on the machine again. Lewd moans started to fill up the room again. The sight of the dildo turning him into some babbling slut turned you on. Him being reduced to nothing but a filthy, cock-hungry whore. If someone had seen his form now, they wouldn’t believe that he was the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius. You felt your cock straining in your pants and couldn’t handle it anymore. You took off your pants and lifted his head up by his hair. You pressed your tip against his lips and said, “Suck.” That was all you needed to say for Kaeya to oblige. He struggled to take you whole. He was trying his best to be able to please you, but the dildo was going at a merciless rhythm, making it hard for him to focus. You quickly got impatient from how slow he was taking you in; he wasn’t even halfway, but yet he was gagging and moaning all over your cock. Your grip tightened on his hair and held his head still, thrusting at a brutal pace inside of his mouth. Your cock never failed to hit the back of his throat with every thrust. Your eyes closed as you focused on reaching your climax.

His mouth was warm and wet. His tongue was swirling around your cock. His tongue at the underside of your cock and the gummy walls of his mouth all felt too good. He gagged and moaned all over your cock, the moaning sending vibrations up your cock. You opened your eyes and saw his debauched form. His lips were slick and swollen, saliva running down his chin. Tears spilled from his pretty eyes. Fuck, he looked so fucking gorgeous like this. You sped up your pace, wanting to ruin his pretty face even more. His eager gagging and moaning filling the room. You finally came down his throat, painting his mouth white. Hot spurts of cum shot down his throat as you groaned. You pulled out of his mouth and stroked your shaft to empty yourself completely. The last spurts of cum landed on his hair and face. God, he looked stunning like this. You held his chin up and took a picture of him with your kamera. His eyes were dazed, eyebrows knotted, your cum splattered on his face and hair, and his mouth gaping as he moaned from the dildo that was still thrusting inside of him. “C-Cum..pleaseee! A-aahhhn, need t-to cum! Ha-haven’t I—Mmfngh!—b-been a good boy?” Kaeya sobbed, voice strained from you fucking his throat. “A little more and you can cum, mkay?” You said, wiping his tears away.

He nodded, too tired to whine. You moved away and went to take off the clit pump off of him. His clit was swollen and sensitive. You rubbed on his clit with your fingers. Loud, hoarse moans escaped his swollen lips as his thighs trembled. You took out a vibrator and put it up against his clit. Once you turned it on, he started thrashing around. He was being stimulated so much. The dildo was fucking into him brutally, hitting all of the perfect spots inside of him. The vibrator was buzzing on his clit, which was lot more sensitive than usual because of the clit pump. And the clamps tugging on his labia as he thrashed around. You decided to turn on the butt plug in him again, which caused him to thrash around even more and let out a shrill moan that would surely wake up the neighbors. You turned up the vibrator and the plug up to max. “c-cUMMm! Ne-neED tO hAaahh..Mmmfffp!” He cried out, hanging on only by a thread. “You may.” You said as he finally released.

Pleasure and euphoria washed over his body in heavy, rocking waves as he came all over the dildo. His body shuddered, bottom lip quivering and toes curling in as he cried out your name, nails digging into his palms and eyes rolling to the back of his head. He didn’t even realize that he was squirting in long spurts all over your hand and bedsheets. You turned off the vibrator, the plug, and the machine. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He cried out as he rode his high. You slid the dildo and plug out of him. You unclamped his labia and took off the thigh belts. You took out the speculum, leaving his worn out hole to clamp down onto nothing. You untied him and flipped him over. His old tears drying up as new tears flowed down. You slid yourself inside of his worn out cunt. “W-wait! W-what are you doing?” He gasped as you started to thrust into him, your thumb rubbing at his sensitive clit. His arms and legs flung to wrap around you. “Did you seriously think we were done? I won’t be stopping until my cum will be dripping down your thighs.” It’s going to be a long night. Seems like someone will have to fill in for him tomorrow, maybe even a few weeks <3

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aha this was long 🥲 anyways I hope you enjoyed this lol

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oh my GOD this was long but so hot. using toys on kaeya is the most hot thing ever fr,, and all the orgasm denial 🙏🙏 thank you for blessing us 🍡.... here have these kisses <3 .... i should definitely write more public stuff cuz it's hot too

glassreaper i love you no ones ever gonna take u away from me please donmt get raidation poisonsing

You’re not gonna believe what I just got….

Breeding Mr. Aizawa, Again

FTM!Aizawa x Top!Werewolf!Male Reader

Request

Part 1

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Desk Sex, Cervix Hitting, Biting, Breeding Kink, Knotting

Words: 460

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Aizawa was extremely lucky to not be pregnant after what happened. He started taking birth control and waited a few days to recover from everything you did, he ended up taking a break from teaching. He couldn't get you out of his mind though.

The day he comes back to class, he tells you to see him after school. You knew exactly what he wanted from you.

You walk into the room, locking the door behind you. You smile at Aizawa, who's sitting at the end of his desk.

You walk towards him, spreading his legs open. "You want more, right?" You smirk.

Aizawa looks away, embarrassed. "Yeah.."

You rip his pants off, much to Aizawa's dismay. "Do you really have to rip my clothes off?"

"It's easier." You shrug, ripping his underwear off. You kneel down, slotting in between his legs. You part his folds, licking up his already wet cunt.

Aizawa moans as you focus on his clit. "Fuck.." His body twitches. "Mm~ Like that..puppy~"

Your ears twitch at the pet name. You slip two digits in his pussy, curling them up and making Aizawa come instantly. He covers his mouth to prevent any outsiders from hearing him. You stick your tongue inside him, sucking up all the fluids before pulling away.

You pull your pants down and bring Aizawa closer to you.

"Hold on-" Aizawa tries to get you to wait but you ignore him, pushing your length into him and hitting his cervix. "Aah~!" He gasps, rolling his eyes back as he squirts on your cock. "Fuh~ wai- fuck-"

"Still can't handle it?" You tease, pulling out just enough to make him more comfortable.

He shakes his head, whimpering. "No..keep going."

You grin, showing your fangs. You grab his thighs and plunge your dick into him. Aizawa gasps, moaning loudly, no longer caring about who hears him.

"Fuck~!" Aizawa digs his nails into your back. "Please- aah~! more~~!"

You pound into him harder, making sure he won't be able to walk after this.

Aizawa shakes as he comes again, squeezing your cock. "Haah~~ Yes~!"

You dig your fangs into his neck, the same part you bit him before and making an even more obvious mark. Your knot starts to swell up, making Aizawa go crazy. The feeling has him moaning like a whore.

"Gonna get you pregnant this time- gonna carry my puppies~" You groan.

Aizawa has to stop himself from moaning your name. "Yes~! Want y- your ki- kids~~!"

You kiss him roughly as your cum spills inside him. Your movements come to a halt and Aizawa falls limp on the table, still conscious but unwilling to move.

"Round two?" You ask cheekily.

Aizawa gets the strength to slap you. "You're out of your mind."

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.

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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.

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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.

Why run away from the unknown? 

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

How crazy would it be to wake up in an unknown world, wholly and utterly lost? With nothing that looked interesting near you and even more, alone. You could not hear any voices, someone shouting after someone else, those grandmas complaining about their sons and daughters, that damn annoying neighbour who would never understand what 'privacy' is.

None of that, you were just alone. The sound of the wind passing through leaves, surely the chirps of the birds, but nothing more. The silence was soothing you, making all the tension disappear as you sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Perhaps you would have fallen asleep, if it was not for someone shouting from afar, the voice sounding familiar, while the scenery was not. As you sat up, your eyes widened, the person in front of you was more than familiar, a character from a game you play. The Outrider, Amber from Genshin Impact, means you weren't so far from Mondstadt.

You ponder for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to show up at Mondstadt. And while nodding your head to yourself, you stand up, dusting off your pants before walking in a random direction, hoping you will be able to meet a camp and collect a weapon and some food.

It took you more or less a week to get completely ready to move from this zone since you wanted to be prepared in case you encounter stronger enemies. You were lucky enough to walk by some merchants and bought a map, so you could understand where you were. The said merchants were sympathetic enough to tell your current location.

Confidently, you head for Liyue, days passed before you managed to see the top of some Liyue Harbor's buildings. The city was truly magnificent, you were glad you arrived in the middle of the day, so the sun was high, and it made everything shine, temporarily blinding you.

As you stand there, at the entrance of the city, admiring the view, you completely ignore the people passing by you or the ones trying to talk to you. It's true that you were standing out, your foreigner features and your height catching most passers-by's attention. For now, except for Amber, you did not encounter any important character. Maybe it was for the best, since you could say you basically knew the future, you could say something you weren't supposed to.

As you were going to walk away, acting as if you did not see the woman standing next to you trying to grab your attention. You felt like someone was staring at you intensely, their gaze penetrating your body, sending a chill up your spine. Annoyed, you turn around, glaring at them but freeze on the spot when you notice who it was.

With the easily recognizable messy orange hair and dull blue eyes meeting yours, logically, you should act like nothing happened or just smile and leave. But it would not be fun, and he was the one staring in the first place. You were still staring at each other, neither of you looking away. You could not help but smile at him, looking away to let your gaze observe him from head to toe. And as you finally meet his eyes again, you offer him a smirk before leaving, the unknown woman following you with doe eyes. As if you cared about her.

After finally finding somewhere to sleep, you decide to go to the nearest bar, you really need to relax, this week has been hellish for you. This morning's encounter is still on your mind, but you doubt you will see him again anyway, so it was not significant.

You really need to stop jinxing yourself. Not long after you entered the bar, nothing was out of the ordinary except some people standing a bit too close to you, but nothing horrible. As you drink the liquor slowly, enjoying the taste and the slight burn it causes in your throat, the chair beside you is drawn back, so the person can sit. Excepting one of those annoying people again, you turn around to glare at them, but instead, Tartaglia was sitting there.

You heard someone complain behind him and as you throw a glance, you see a girl making a fuss over him, saying he stole her seat. With a single hand gesture to the barman, he understood that the girl was the problem here and drag her out. Tartaglia ignored her this entire time, just looking at you with those empty eyes of his, but you could perceive something in them that you were not able to identify yet.

You were observing him silently until you notice how he has not moved since then, you stand up straight as you understand how long you have been staring at him openly. You make a sign to the barman to serve you two drinks before finishing your current drink. Perhaps if you pay him a drink, he will take it and leave. You knew it would not happen, but you still had some hope.

As you were going to pay for the drinks, Tartaglia beat you to it and gave them the money before you could move. To say you were surprised was an understatement, he had no reason to do this, you were just a stranger. And you just noticed how strong the drink you ordered was, and you had no idea if he could handle his alcohol.

Before you knew it, you were more or less talking freely to each other. With Tartaglia being there, most people would not dare step closer to you, which guaranteed you a peaceful night. Thankfully, even in your tipsy state, you remembered how you never ask, and he never told you his name, so you have not made a mistake for now.

Turns out, Tartaglia was not better than any other person in this city, you noticed how slowly, but surely he moved closer, the eye contact became longer, and he even offered to show you around since it was the first time you stepped in Liyue Harbor, he was so out of character. But who were you to refuse?

As you finished your drink in one go, you stand up with the man next to you, paid before he could and left the bar. Like you though, he followed you, you keep acting oblivious to his strange behaviour. Did he really think you were that drunk to not notice him?

You let him follow you to the place you were staying, unlocking the door before closing it behind you, not locking it again. You sat on a chair in the living room after turning off every light, certain that he would try to enter your apartment.

And a minute later, you hear the handle make a creaking noise as it was moved down. The quiet steps of the Harbinger filled the room as he headed to the bedroom, the door creaking open as he continued to walk, suddenly going silent, as he surely stopped in front of the bed. As quietly as you could, you stand up, sneaking behind him, grabbing his neck. Murmuring into his ear 'knew it', before knocking him out.

You knew it would happen, you were too suspicious to be ignored. You had tied Tartaglia to the bed, waiting for him to wake up, since either way he would chase you to kill you, so you choose to not tire yourself out for nothing. He was not the type of man to give up anyway so, you were dead either way. A sudden grunt coming from the said man-made you come back to reality. The only thing you said was, 'what were you trying to do?'.

As the man looks up at you, you were ready for a glacial death glare, ready to kill you, but instead, you were met with a lustful look and reddening cheeks. The same look he gave you this morning, seems like you had mistaken his intention. As you get up to untie him, you kneel on the bed to reach the rope around his wrists, unintentionally, your knee rub against his crotch, forcing a moan out of him.

As you stop moving your knee to focus on untying his left hand, you felt how he started to grind his hips against your thigh roughly, moan after moan pouring out of his mouth. The pace picked up, his sounds becoming more frequent as his release is near, but just before he could cum, you move away. The pitiful whine he let out went directly to your cock.

You can't help the smirk growing onto your face, this man purposely came here to get fucked, whether it was consensual on your part or not.

Before Tartaglia knew it, he was on all fours on the bed, his hands tied behind his back. His head was pressed into the pillow, breathing correctly becoming a challenge. He could perceive your shadow loom over him, your hand caressing his exposed back. Chills go up his spine as you rake your nails down his back, and he gasps as his underwear is tugged off sudden. Your big hands spread his legs apart, the cold air hitting his ass as he tightens around nothing, legs shaking.

One of your fingers pressed against his hole, only letting the first phalange, leaving him to wiggle towards you, trying to push more into him. As he throws his hips back, you raise your hand before slamming it back down on his ass, his body jerking forward as you hear the loudest moan of this night. As you watch with amused eyes his body shiver under you, you hear him sniffle, roughly, and you tug his hair back, exposing his crying face to you.

The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly, the alcohol still into both your systems, light-headed and his mind slowly becoming blank. As you lick the tears off his face, you use this as a distraction as you plunge your fingers fully in. He cries out, long fat fingers loosening his hole, rubbing against his walls at an irregular pace.

His face was stained with fresh tears as his head was resting against your shoulder, while you prepare him but suddenly, you stopped moving your fingers. Asking yourself if he really deserved or wanted to be prepared. As you observe his face, his eyes were rolled back as he was going to pass out. You nuzzled your face into his neck gently, before biting down harshly, breaking the skin as blood slid down his body. The pain sends an exquisite feeling from his neck to his back, body trembling as his whines get louder. Before he could cum, you stop touching him, leaving his body to flop down on the bed.

You watch amused as he struggles to sit up, looking back at you, teary begging eyes asking you to help him, but you stay there, unmovingly. With a whimper, he crawls to you, hands resting on your shoulders as he tries to reach your face to kiss you. Your hands move to his thighs, lifting him up, placing him over your cock, the tip pressing against his hole. He was feeling loopy and high as you forced him down, the sweet pain coursing through his body as you stretch him out more than he thought it was possible.

His body has difficulty getting used to the sensation, as he feels you in his stomach, a bulge showing through his skin as he pushes against it with a shaky hand. It was becoming too much for his poor brain, as it stopped functioning when you bottomed out, balls slapping against his entrance. His tongue lolled out, drool falling onto your body. You help him sink back down, as he sits dumbly on top of you, unable to think about something else.

That's when you noticed how you never gave him your name, and after murmuring it slowly into his ear, you begin to move him up and down. Instantly, he started to whimper your name at first, and after each thrust, he would get louder, nearly screaming.

You thought he came as his hole tighten around you, but he only let some pitiful drops out of his tip. You could not help but mock him, watching as his tears doubled, and his face become red, feeling ashamed to not even be able to handle some minutes with you. You slowly learned how his body was working and so, you pressed on a special spot, watching him break on top of you.

Suddenly, you grabbed him, and throw him back onto the bed, he just had the time to rest on all fours before you drill back into him. Your hand sneaks to his throat, choking him into the pillow, being already covered in drool and tears. As you tighten your grip, his hips jerked up, cumming on the spot. You keep going, forcing him to cum once again.

You pity him and so, as the good person you were, you turn him on his back, forcing his legs apart, speeding up your pace. He kept whimpering, throat too dry to scream or moan anymore, he could feel you move inside him and watch you also. As his stomach was exposed to your eyes, you could perceive the movement of your cock, as the bulge was even more noticeable.

Stomach burning up as you felt close too, you kept edging yourself since earlier, and it was starting to get into your head. Muscles roll under the skin as you chase after your release, making Tartaglia cry, overstimulated. Thrusting harshly, repetitive movements turn into you railing him at an impressive speed. Head slamming back as his body trembled, the tension in his stomach too strong for him, at the same instant, your own stomach tightens, and you cum, shouting your load deep into him.

Euphoria flows through your veins, your head spinning as you feel Tartaglia twitches one last time around you. But instead of cumming all over himself, he pissed, unable to hold it in. He was still conscious enough to understand what was happening, blushing from embarrassment, still crying and mumbling your name over and over. His belly bulging from your load, some of it leaking out of his hole and onto the bed.

As you let go of his body, he falls into the bed, unconscious and limp, not having enough endurance. With a sigh, you decide to clean him up, changing into some of your clothes before tucking him into your bed, lying beside Tartaglia in silence, knowing he would leave before the sun goes up. For the second time of the night, you kissed him as he was asleep, or you thought so.

Unsurprisingly, when you woke up, you were alone in your room, seems like he left a while ago. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you dressed up, leaving the apartment to discover the Liyue Harbor by yourself. But when you opened the door, he was standing there, waiting for you. Cheeks reddening as he sees you, grabbing your forearm, dragging you away in silence. Unbeknown to you, a bright blue mark on the back of your neck lightened up whenever Tartaglia would touch you.

And from afar, a tall dark brown-haired man was glaring at the two of you. His eyes became luminescent as his tail and horns appeared. With a smirk, he goes back to work, thinking about how he could prepare your encounter and have your attention. Annoyed that the ginger was in the way.

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Replacing the One and Oni

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

FTM!Itto x Top!Male Reader

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

Words: 1051 (Bonus Included)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'll see."

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

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

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

The group starts to freak out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah? You were hoping for this?"

"Y-Yes~!" He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

Lustful Sex

Reader x fem character (insert your own!)

Content warning: Unsafe sex,kinda on the soft side, not finished and probably never will be lol ♡

“You look so pretty princess” You whispered lowly in her ear. Her legs automatically wrapped around your waist as you pressed deeper into her pussy and her moans filled the room. Your lips met hers in a hard kiss and she deepened it. She was already slick from all of the lube you used to get ready.

Your thrusts got deeper as you rubbed yourself against her clit which started throbbing beneath your fingers. As soon as your tip touched her entrance, she shot up into your hand. You smirked at how wet she is. You were still dripping precum, leaving a trail of drops behind you. You knew exactly what to do, you always did. With one swift movement, you pushed forward and entered her slowly. Her body instantly clenched around you. She let out soft whimpers as you began to move in and out. “God you feel so good, baby.” You growled as she grabbed on to your shoulders. You slammed down onto her once more but kept going. You felt a knot building in your stomach as your dick brushed against her walls.

“Oh god.. ohhh, Y/n I need you” She whimpered desperately as she squeezed around your cock. You pulled off of her and kissed her passionately. Your hips started moving more urgently as she gripped onto your shoulders tighter. Her hands began running through your hair as she tried desperately to ride your cock. She threw her head back and you saw stars in front of you. She began moaning louder as she bucked around in your hold. A loud growl escaped your throat and you came, coating her insides. You collapsed beside her as you took heavy breaths. She ran her hand through your hair before planting sloppy kisses all over your face.

𓄸 ❝ .˚ ᵎ anything that you want :: ˊˎ -

⌗ contents ҂ wc :: many

╰─➤ dom! reader x sub! xiao, handjob, teasing, use of pet names, grinding, praise, cum eating, mention of over stimulation

⌗ pairings :: virgin! xiao & dom gn! reader

“f-fuck !” xiao was never really someone to curse so loudly but whenever it came to you, everything would change. “shh, don’t be so loud darling, you wouldn’t want others to hear you; right ?” your smirk said otherwise, you could care less how loud he was. you wanted everyone to hear how you turn the vigilant yaksha into a moaning mess.

it was funny seeing as you weren’t even touching him. neither of you were even undressed. grinding on his clothed cock seemed to already get him closed to the edge. his brows were furrowed, bottom lip red, swollen from all the biting, making out, and he was already sweating profusely.

“your so cute xiao.” you whispered in his ear and licking the shell of ear before nibbling his earlobe with your fangs. he let out a whine before bucking his hips up and gaining the smallest bit of friction against his crotch.

“p-please i-i can’t- hngk !—do this !” xiao whined as he squirmed against you. “of course, vigilant yaksha anything you want.” your tone was so sweet and promising. you were completely different than how he normally sees you but how could he trust you when your being so cruel.

before xiao even realized he was already sobbing fat salty tears. disgraceful, seeing as he’s a yaksha but you’re being so mean to him. why won’t you just help him ? he’s been doing everything you’ve asked of him !

you smile softly as you wipe away his tears with your thumb and give him a kiss; distracting him as you undressed him. you removed whatever clothing he had left, now seeing him bare. xiao’s face flushed crimson in embarrassment as realization hits. no one’s ever seen him like this and he felt so vulnerable.

he quickly tried to cover himself once the kiss was broken but you quick to catch him. “no need to be shy my love, it’s only me.” you whisper and kiss his face as you slowly moved lower, and lower, and lower before stopping at his stomach.

it was so soft and smooth, you wonder how it’d bulge when you fuck him but that’s a thought for another day. you glide your hands to his waist, feeling him shiver from your cold hands. you smile and redirect your dominant hand towards his cock. it was so small and cute, like a little bunny almost. you began stroking slow and soft, just to see how’d be react. “ g-go faster please..”

“what was that ?” you knew what he said but you just wanted to tease him a little longer. “f-faster please.” xiao repeated but this time a little louder. you shrugged, it was acceptable. you picked up speed, now using your thumb to collect his precum and use it as lube. looking up to check on him, the sight was oh-so beautiful.

his head thrown back against the pillows, with his hand covering his mouth to subdued his noises-even though it was futile-drool escaped from the side of his mouth, and his eyes glossed over. he was so reactive and you weren’t even fucking him. you almost started drooling, imagining how pretty he’d look getting his guts rearranged.

“your so pretty xiao.” “n-no i-ack !—i’m not !” he tried to argue but he couldn’t help the tingly feeling that went straight to his dick when you complimented him. “but you are, and your such a good boy.” you didn’t expect a loud moan to escape him, his back to arch so beautifully, his eyes to roll to back of his head as he drooled, and for spurts of cum to shoot out of his dick.

“all of this from just a little bit of praise my love ?” you question, using your fingers to scoop up his cum. “come on, clean up your mess dear.” you held your hand by his mouth, waiting patiently. slightly hesitant xiao wrapped his mouth around your fingers, licked, and sucked on them until they were clean. “good boy.” you praised him, and heard him let out a whimper. “don’t call me that.” he mumbled, blushing furiously.

“and why not ?” you tilted your head slightly, a confused look on your face until you felt something poke against your thigh. “oh ? seems like someone’s up for another round ?” your smirked. your smug look left him slightly worried what would come next. “don’t worry my love, i’ll take good care of you.” that’s how xiao knew it was going to be a long night.