Malleus Brainrot

Saiki Kusuo x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

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As Saiki’s best friend, it was impossible for him to hide anything from (M/n). The male knew about his powers, only because they’ve known each other since he remembers. (M/n) was always there for him, to cover his mishaps and help him express himself.

Although that never worked with those classmates that called themselves his friends.

Specially, Nendo and Kaido, it was hard to refuse anything they said, but (M/n) somehow found the way… some times.

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Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

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

Michael loves lurking around the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hybrid au! wolf ushijima w bunny top reader — happy late Easter! MDNI

"m'sorry ushiiii... just feels so good y'know? need more.." your little fuzzy bunny ears twitched as you muttered those words into the air, too focused on the desires of yours finally being satisfied. the past three weeks have been intense. the first week was spent with you having way more energy then usual, and being super attentative to your boyfriend, which made him feel special and warm despite his cold exterior. the next two weeks were spent with you dozing off at any moment possible. once your classes were finished and practice was over, and chores were done you would always go back to your room and doze off. sometimes you would rearrange your room and bring snacks. at first he found it cute and would cuddle with you, but other times he started to feel anger rise up in his chest.

it wasn't like he could stay mad at you for very long though, especially when you would wake up and seek him out, crashing into his chest. and kissing him softly. and he would never admit it but you were so alluring to him as well, both in body and in scent.

ushijima was currently in the nest of sheets you made, sweaty body stained with countless rounds of cum. guess that was what all the sleeping and energy was needed for. "s-still! hold on,, give me a few minutes! too much!" the only time ushijima would ever be this expressive was when he was on the brink of helplessness.

"m'sorry ushiii, just need to stuff you full until you’re stuffed with my cum.. you took the next few days off, right?" his ears perked up as he nodded, stilling breaths to try and ground himself within reality.

"good, good.. i need you to be here.. with me.. so i can stuff you full.. don't you think we would be amazing parents? just need to fuck you full first.." his muscled body was on fire, and your words didn't help either. the way that your hands gripped his body and his hips, lovingly caressing the skin before diving into his tight heat, gripping his hip dips harshly. ushis eyes zoned into your fluffy ears before he closed his eyes, a muffled groan leaving his lips, a hand covering his mouth.

an uncharacteristic growl left your lips, reaching for the hand as you peeled it away, listening to the song of noises leave his lips. "just one more time.. once more then you can rest.." the tall male was so sweaty, body tingling. it felt like his brain disconnected from his body, and how his cock was sore and sensitive, yet he was being used regardless.

you claimed his lips in a heated kiss, tongues mingling before you caged him in your arms, grabbing his legs and lifting them up around your waist, body feverishly humping his ass, snarling while you grabbed onto his cock, stroking it within your hand. ushi's eyes shot open, body tensing as his hands shot to his cock, not wanting the exposure of stimulation to his cock again.

"cum for me ushi.. you can do it one more time.." you growled into his lips, pushing his hands off before panting, stilling inside of him and continuing once more, letting your body work against his, and letting the cum that you lovingly pumped into him work as lube. your hand that was on his weeping cock traveled to the surrounding skin, nails scraping against his developed abs and smooth skin to gather his cum as lube for his cock. your own release, like many of the previous before, was building up within you.

ushijima let out a strained grunt as he rolled his head, his bruised neck exposed to your eyes as he tensed, a pathetic load shooting from the tip as he panted, shallow grunts. his hands weakly reached yours as he pawed at you to stop, sleep nagging at him.

"j-just,, just a moment.." the knot you felt in your stomach burst, and you buried yourself weakly into him, chest heaving. ushijima was out cold, and you couldn't help but feel bad at how he couldn't keep up with your libido for this week.

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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Fandom: Obey Me

Characters: Simeon/Solomon x reader (separated)

Warnings: bottom/sub characters, top/dom male amab reader, use of fleshlight, dub-con, reader have dick piercing in Simeon's part, mention of sin and corruption.

Summary: After buying a fleshlight in a dubious sex shop, you certainly did not expect to enjoy that overly pleasurable and realistic toy to this extent.

Words: 2.600

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Part 1: Solomon & Simeon

Part 2: Diavolo & Barbatos

Part 3: …

✧ You met Simeon and Luke at the same time, for a short time though, as they were just staying in the Devildom for a few weeks.

✧ Having a crush on an angel wasn't the easiest thing in the world, especially when he had to go back to the Celestial Realm. The goodbyes were difficult, Luke cried softly into your torso before they really had to leave.

✧ You did not expect to be hit with a wet dream of Simeon the same night, waking us sweating and with a hard-on. Still sleepy, you couldn't remember what was the dream or how it ended, but you knew by how much precum was sliding down your dick, that it has been a good dream.

✧ In the state you were in, you knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep, even after taking a cold shower. Out of desperation and with the urgent need to relieve yourself, you opened the drawer and took the first toy that you found.

✧ Much to your surprise, it was one that you never used before. It was a fleshlight that you found in a dubious sex shop, in one of the darkest parts of the shop, and it was on sale, so you bought it but completely forgot about it.

✧ Observing it, you watch in amazement as the insides change shape, taking a whole new form, which was much tighter. You could remember that on the box, it was said to perfectly imitate the shape of the one you desired the most, who was obviously your dear and pure angel.

✧ The idea of doing something so unholy while thinking about an angel was awful, but you couldn't resist, giving in to the temptation and sin. He would never know about it anyway, right?

✧ Simeon was relaxing in the garden when he felt the strange sensation. He had to stop walking, touching his lower stomach with a curious and questioning expression on his face, another angel asking if he was feeling okay.

✧ At first, he was confused by the feeling, wondering what was happening, thinking that he perhaps ate too much, and it made him sick. But then, as the sensation became stronger in a certain place, it hits him, hard.

✧ Simeon was a virgin, he never touched himself, even though he was curious, and certainly never thought about doing it with someone. That was a lie… Since he went to the Devildom and met you, his thoughts were full of sin, his dreams were haunting his mind and pulling at the purest part of his heart.

✧ But now was not the time to think about it, he needed to figure out what was happening to him first. Simeon excused himself and ran to his room, closing and locking the door behind him, so he could not be found in such a compromising situation. He had no idea what was inside of him, but it was absolutely divine and showed a whole new world.

✧ As the movement became clearer, he recognized long and thick fingers, pushing against his walls, trying to fit another one despite his hole being so tight. He hated the fact that someone else than you was touching him, it gave him a chill of disgust, but he also could not stop the person doing this to him, so he closed his eyes and imagined you.

✧ Simeon was so close to crying, teary eyes making it impossible for him to see anything, he felt his body reject the touch. Until he was finally empty, he thought it was over at first, but something much larger pressed against his entrance. As the tip went in, the tears rolled down his cheeks, followed by a moan mixed with a sob.

✧ He was going to pray, beg for it to stop, until he felt it, the cold metal entering his body and scraping his walls. He recognized it in an instant, Simeon recognized you… For a simple reason, the dick piercings.

✧ During a conversation with Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust couldn't keep to himself the last secrets he discovered or heard about. That's how he learned that the man accidentally walked into your bathroom while you were showering, and even more than seeing you naked, he discovered that you had dick piercings, more precisely, a lorum and a frenum. This newfound information about you never managed to leave his mind, and that's how he immediately recognized whose dick was penetrating him right now.

✧ It couldn't be just a coincidence.

✧ A spike of pleasure brought him back to the present, the feeling of being full was pervasive, foreign and yet so good. Simeon couldn't stop the embarrassing noises coming out of his mouth, the thought of you doing this to him was so lewd and good.

✧ He had no idea if you were intentionally doing this to him or not, but he was basking in the newfound sensation and pleasure anyway, unable to do anything but take it. His body and mind were begging for you, and nothing could bring him back to the good, pure, path.

✧ Simeon did not care as his wings turned grey, proof of sin and abandonment.

✧ Everything became too much, your thrusts, the feeling of being filled up to the brim while remaining empty, the last uncontrolled twitch of your dick inside his body, painting him as yours. Simeon came fast and all over his bed, not able to tell you to stop as you keep dragging multiple orgasms out of him, only stopping when you'll be satisfied.

✧ When you finally halted, Simeon was left with an aching cock, a numb mind and shaking legs, the ruined sheets taunting him. He glanced at his bed, noticing multiple black feathers circling him, but he could not bring himself to care.

✧ Without a word, he cleaned himself, cursing about his clothes being far too tight as his sensitivity was already too heightened. Cleaning the rest of his room, he sat down on his bed after looking in the mirror, understanding that it was over.

✧ It seemed like Simeon was going to come back to the Devildom much quicker than he expected, with a desperate need of an explanation, but also to make the urge at the bottom of his heart and lower stomach disappear.

✧ Solomon, such a wise sorcerer, calmly reading a book in his room after class, relaxing after such a long day. He was disappointed that you couldn't spend the afternoon with him, as you had to hang out with lower demons, and he decided to focus on widening his knowledge instead.

✧ You came back to your room a few hours after, dishevelled and shaking, your mind was an utter mess. While being out, you, unfortunately, got hit by a spell heightening your sensitivity, which lead you to come back to your room earlier than intended.

✧ Your day has been long and not the best one, you had already some pent-up frustration, and the spell only worsened your state. Because of this, you had to unwind everything, and release once and for all this frustration.

✧ That's when your eyes fell on this bag, placed in the corner of your room, completely forgotten. The item contained in this bag was bought weeks ago, but you never had the time to use it or even thought about it.

✧ You spent so much money on it, and it remained useless… perhaps it was the occasion to finally unpack it.

✧ Without another thought, you took it out of the bag, and the dark purple packaging, looking at the most realistic fleshlight you have ever seen.

✧ Rapidly cleaning it with water before squirting lube into it, you gasped as the opening closed suddenly as if trying to keep the fluid in. The insides were clenching around nothing, reacting to any touch or feeling, which was extremely realistic for an object like this one. Though, it was not surprising as you were in the Devildom, and demon of lust obviously existed.

✧ Curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't help but plunge your fingers into it, marvelled by how tight it became. At first, you could not even move your fingers, feeling the plastic flesh clench and prevent any movement. The sensation was mind-blowing, and your patience was running thin.

✧ Not waiting one more instant, you were unbuttoning your pants and letting them slide down your legs along with your underwear.

✧ A few rooms away, Solomon's book hit the floor with a loud thud, echoing through the entire room. The sorcerer lurched forward in his chair, his hand touching his pants, not understanding how it could be dry while he felt his hole overflowing. Soon, another fluid was squirted into him, making his head slam back, a whine escaping his lips.

✧ Quiet gasps and moans flew out of his mouth, the feeling of being fingered open was overwhelming, he could only beg to the emptiness of his room to get it over with. At first, he was confused and wanted it to stop, but then the pleasure took over, and he could not help but spread his legs.

✧ It was oh-so frustrating, he could feel everything, how the fingers were curling up inside of him, hitting his most pleasurable spots, loosening up so perfectly. But also, while that fluid was spread inside of him, his hole stayed desperately empty, he could feel it but couldn't do anything, not even fuck himself back onto those experimented fingers.

✧ As minutes passed, he grew impatient, annoyed by how the fingers were playing with him as if he could not feel anything. It was almost as if he was not here, only his body and especially his ass mattered, not any other part of him was being touched. Humiliated, he had to start playing with his cock himself, hoping it would be enough to bring him to his orgasm.

✧ Too focused on getting himself off, he was surprised when you finally penetrated him. You can't even imagine how loud the whorish moan that left his mouth was, feeling your entire dick enter him in one push, without slowing down or stopping once. There was no time for him to get accustomed to the feeling of being forced open, only able to lean forward and take it like a good toy.

✧ The quick pace that was taken immediately broke his mind, each thrust was powerful and deep, hitting all the good spots that the fingers previously found. At this pace, Solomon was not even going to last five minutes, he was already out of breath and twitching uncontrollably when you started.

✧ On your side, you were amazed by how realistic the fleshlight was, almost as good as a real person. You moaned and groaned every time it would tighten up around you, the way it was clenching so violently sometimes after touching a certain stop or moving at a certain angle was lewd and delightful. A whine would get pulled out of your mouth when it would tight so much you weren't even able to thrust out, the hole desperately trying to keep you inside.

✧ As your mind gets clouded with pleasure, your thoughts went towards the one who's been driving you insane. Thinking about a certain sorcerer while masturbating was so humiliating, but it was too good to stop, especially as you felt yourself on the edge.

✧ You tried to convince yourself it was just a way to cum faster, that's all… It had nothing to do with your feelings for him, how tiny his waist was, how his thighs looked when he crossed his legs, how he would always press himself against you when he was tensed, resting on your lap when he wanted to catch up on his sleep, or… 

✧ Solomon was the one you wanted, and not just a stupid toy.

✧ While you were edging yourself, Solomon came embarrassingly fast, not able to keep it in. His face flushed red when he saw droplets of cum wetting the pages of his book. Now, he would be unable to act as if it never happened, this mess would remind him of it forever.

✧ Unfortunately, he did not have the time to grab something to clean his precious book, as you already started to move again. This time, you were set on cumming without any more edging, only wanting to fill up that toy and then get to work.

✧ By the end of it, Solomon was sweating profusely, on all fours on the ground, cheek resting against the cold floor as his hands were holding his legs open. A small puddle of cum could be messily seen under him, while he also tried his best to not fall into it and dirty his stomach, the humiliation would be too strong.

✧ It was with trembling legs that he went to his bathroom, cleaning himself and the ground, not able to glance at the mirror from embarrassment. It took him some long minutes to regain his composure, but everything that happened always came back to his mind, so he went out to distract himself.

✧ That's when he walked in front of your room and decided to knock, knowing your joyful and friendly attitude around him would get rid of those thoughts.

✧ After the first knock, there was no reply, so he knocked again. He didn't understand why there was no sound, he knew you came back a few hours ago, he heard the door along with the distinct sound of your steps.

✧ Curious, he opened the door, only to find the room empty along with your bed, the sheets were thrown on the side without a care. Finally, he noticed the door of your bathroom being open, and the water of the tap running, as he came towards it, calling your name.

✧ Solomon certainly did not expect to see you half naked, with just a towel around your waist. And even less to find you with a fleshlight in your hand, full of cum and ready to clean it with water. He wanted to leave discreetly, until he saw you plunge your fingers inside the toy to get the fluid out, the sensation of being full again coming back full force.

✧ His legs shook and almost gave up under him, and he ran out of your room as fast as he could, slamming the door shut behind him. That's when he realises what really happened, it was not a stupid prank or spell that has been cast on him, he was being fucked open by you. Just the thought of it made his cock twitches painfully in his pants, and he ended up staying in his room the rest of the evening.

✧ Meanwhile, you were still oblivious to what happened. You did hear someone leave your room in a hurry and slam the door behind them, but you only expected someone to get surprised by your presence and run away to not get caught.

✧ The last thing you expected was to get a text from Solomon, as he was unable to face you yet, the embarrassment too strong for the poor sorcerer. Or, perhaps, he was still completely naked in his bed, fingers deep inside of him in the hope to feel that pleasure again, to no avail.

✧ The text he sent you was explicit, and you understood instantly what he was talking about.

→ “Next time you buy a magical item, come to me first.”

→ “Also, warn me the next time you use it, I don't want to be teased like this during classes.”

→ “… I am free this evening if you are perhaps interested.”

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Obey Me!: Kitten Maids

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan Asmodeus and Belphegor as your cat maids - other characters

master kink, toys, cum play

𖤐Lucifer:

actually a very efficient maid

he tolerates the outfit, but won't make it more revealing than necessary

keeps the cat-act as minimal as you tolerate

won't ask for attention too often, he rather has you come to him if you need his extra service

though Lucifer doesn't show much skin, he still has easy access

like panties with a hole in them, lube in one of the small pouches on his belt, etc

sometimes he wears a plug throughout the day

for easy access and to keep your cum comfortable and warm inside of him

pretends to be annoyed when you cover him in cum, but he lowkey enjoys it

"Lucifer?"

The maid comes hurried into your room, the tail of his costume cutely swaying behind him.

"Is something wrong with the tea, master?" he asks worriedly, politely holding his arms behind his back while waiting for a response.

You motion for him to come closer, trying to hide the mischievous smirk pulling on your lips. Lucifer stands right next to you now, frowning at the cup of tea he just prepared.

"Something's missing, kitty," you scowl while your hand sneaks under his skirt, reaching for his still hard cock.

You teased him earlier, resulting in the probably painful erection sitting under his costume. Lucifer gasps, his hips subconsciously pushing into your hand. He knows he's not allowed to question you, so he presses his lips together and silently accepts your hand stroking his cock into a quick orgasm.

You grab the cup, bringing it to his dick right before he starts cumming, resulting in his milky cum flowing right into the tea. His eyes widen, another gasp disrupting the pretty groans of Lucifer's euphoria.

A beautiful blush covers his face as you ask him to taste-test it for you.

𖤐Mammon:

Mammon won't be too good of a maid

he only pretends to work most of the time

Mammon much rather sits on your lap and gets spoiled

hey, don't scold him, this is part of his job too!

his maid costume is not too revealing, but enough to tease you

sometimes wears a tail-plug, but more often a clip-on tail for his waist

doesn't even bother to wear panties

the more attention/treats he gets, the more he'll act like a cat

sometimes he acts more like your sugar baby than maid tho

his efficiency magically improves with praise

"Master," Mammon purrs into your ear, slightly startling you.

You turn to him, finding his proud grin greeting you, body bent slightly forward.

"Finished?" you question, slightly surprised by his speed.

He nods enthusiastically, and somehow you feel like checking if he actually finished what you told him to do would be futile.

"Don'cha think I deserve some treats?"

You roll your eyes at him while reaching for the top of his head, patting the soft hair with a timid smile. Mammon pushes his head into your pats, enjoying the affection. You shift your gentleness to something different, your other hand moving to his exposed thighs, summoning goosebumps on the tanned skin.

Mammon shifts encouragingly, urging your warm fingers to reach his cock. A delighted moan catches your ears as you start stroking him, giving him the reward he asked for.

𖤐Satan:

a perfect cat maid

he tries his best with the chores you give him but often ends up caught up in his kitty-role

like he genuinely dives into the headspace

always wears tail plugs (he has multiple colored ones, but they're all realistic)

matching cat ears, of course (also realistic)

might wear some cat paws sometimes

sometimes paints on whiskers, but that's for special occasions

communicates through meowing, with a very cute smile on his face

loooves if you play with him, but he pretends to not even notice you in the room sometimes, just to rile you up

bites you (affectionately)

your lap is his throne

Satan watches you take your place at the desk he just organized. It doesn't take long before he's seated on your lap, his eyes staring you down without a word.

You smile at him, slightly amused while your hands instinctively rest on his hips. If Satan had an actual tail, it would playfully sway behind his back, challenging you cutely.

"Something you need, kitty?"

He bites his lip, subtle fangs pressing the soft pink skin, distracting you from his hand reaching down to pull his plug out of his ass. The thunk of it falling to the floor catches your attention, but by that time he's already guided your hand to the gaping hole between his legs.

Your fingers reach deep into him, allowing Satan to happily ride your digits, providing himself with the release he needs after working so hard for you.

His whines are pretty, even while muffled by your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, biting and nibbling you playfully.

𖤐Asmodeus:

he doesn't care for your chores, being your prettiest decoration is his only job tbh

wears the most revealing maid dress (it's actually a two-piece costume, one chest piece, and a bit of cloth you might consider a skirt)

always wears tail plugs with pretty colors (pink!!) and jewelry braided into them

matching ears, obviously

has the prettiest "claws" and loves scratching you with them ;)

wears a different collar every day

also spends a lot of time on makeup lol

his plugs are remote-controlled vibrators

he's always all over you, either at your feet, on your lap, or somehow clinging to you

very shameless

"Y/nnnn~" Asmodeus whines his body slumping against yours as you continue to deny him attention.

"Do your work, Asmo," you reply coldly, keeping your eyes on the book in your hands, trying not to spare the pretty kitty a glance.

He huffs, sounding offended as he stands back, looking at you for a few seconds as if to contemplate his next act before he offers a snippy huff. You still don't look at him when he turns around, dramatically mumbling something to himself as he walks off to the armchair in the corner of the room.

The sudden sound of it dragging over the floor does make you perk up, seeing your maid pulling it right into the center of the room. He knows he's caught your attention now, which makes him grin proudly while positioning himself on the chair, his legs draped over the armrests, spreading them right for your eyes.

"If my master won't touch me, I'll have to do it myself," he pouts, though his voice flows with undeniable confidence, soon bleeding into obnoxiously loud moans as he starts teasing the plug in his ass while stroking his leaking cock under the short skirt.

𖤐Belphegor:

more of a cat than a maid

and by that, I mean 20-hours of sleep a day

if you give him a chore, he'll manage 5% of it before he's dozed off

it is very cute, but not efficient

his dress isn't exactly short, it's mostly modified to keep him comfortable during sleep

often wears a cock-ring and a very lovely jewel plug so you have a pretty surprise when you decide to touch him while he sleeps

no panties

he wears cat-ears, but eventually loses them while sleeping somewhere, and he forgets to put them back on

purrs a lot, especially when sleeping around you

You amusedly watch Belphegor's lids get heavier and heavier as he tries to dust one of the bookshelves in your library, his already shaky legs bucking further, making him look shakily unstable in his tired state. You walk up to him, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist, so you wouldn't scare him.

"Wanna take a nap on my lap, kitty?"

Belphegor seems delighted by your proposal, though he does not agree immediately like usual.

"M' cock hurts," he slurs tiredly while allowing his body to relax against you, handing you the weight his limbs can no longer carry.

You coo at him, swiftly moving your hands over his hips to his crotch, feeling the hard erection under the fabric of his dress. His dick feels hot and heavy in your grip, the cockring at its base disrupting the intimate feeling. You pull it off wordlessly, which makes him whimper, small spurts of cum dribbling out of his reddened slit.

You stroke him through the release, bathing in Belphegor's adorable little moans before carrying him to the couch for a semi-deserved nap.

Kinktober day 5 : Dirty Talk & Tentacle

I had more work to do today, so I had less time and less brain power to write this. Enjoy what is 5% of my will to function.

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TW : Tentacle, Choking, Aphrodisiac, Mentions of Overstim

Character : Rengoku Kyojuro

Demon GN Reader

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You dodged a sword slash bathed in fire. A grin pulled across your face, you haven’t played with a hashira before, and this is fun. He overextended himself in one slash and you grabbed his arm, throwing him into the ground. You ran across the small clearing and into the nearby ruined house before he recovered.

Slipping above the door before he entered. He took a few steps before you dropped down behind him.

He turned, swinging his sword at you. You swatted his hand, hard enough to force him to drop his sword. Grabbing his neck hard and slamming him into the ground. Straddling his chest. He clawed at your hands, growling at you. The kicks hitting your back felt like nothing.

You watched calmly as his motions slowly weakened and slowed. The Flame hashira’ s Yellow and Red eyes became unfocused. His breathing slowed. You loosened your grip, allowing him to breath and giving you time to reveal your extra limbs.

Thick fleshy dripping tendrils pushed out your back, gripping his arms and legs. Another reached out and flung his sword away. Your grin never fading.

“So, what’s a Hashira like you doing out here? It’s rare for people to come for me.” You grinned as he started to struggle

“I have nothing to say!”

He struggles to fling you off, he didn’t even fling you off. You just stood up and walked away. Your tendrils wriggled under his uniform, pulling and tearing it off. The slick of your appendages staining his torso and legs. Only his haori was untouched, fluttering to the floor.

“What’s your name?”

“I am the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro! And I will slay you!”

You huffed as he kicked out, escaping one of your tentacles. You simply added more to hold him, pulling him down to a kneeling position, arms above his head. He yanked, doing his best to escape.

Leaning closer to his face, you stared into his eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty. Too bad you are human.” You purred

“Yomoya.”

You closed the gap, kissing him. Forcing the liquid into his mouth, making him swallow. The liquid you excrete is an aphrodisiac. Pulling away before he could bite.

“Now, time for me to have fun. I plan on making you my bitch.”

You wrapped a hand around his bruising neck again, leaving a bite against his collar bone. Drinking from him.

A wheeze pushed past his lips as two of your smaller tendrils nudged into him, pushing his undergarments to the side. Slowly stretching him out, another tendril joined them.

“Such a slutty Hashira. You are leaking.”

“Shut up.”

Slick dripping from his ass, down his thighs, and into a puddle on the floor. Pulling off his fundoshi stained, you tugged at his dick, other hand rubbing his chest and rubbing the aphrodisiacs into his muscles. Releasing his neck.

“You won’t win” Kyojuro glared

“I will pet, I always do.”

You made your tendrils force itself against his prostate. An animalistic noise tore out his throat. Ropes of white splattering onto the old tatami.

“So Pet, lets see how long you can resist. The night is still young after all.”

A thicker tentacle forced past the smaller ones, thoroughly filling him and pressing the smaller ones into his walls. Tears start to fall from his eyes. Bitten off squeaks and moans accompanied by the lewd sound of you playing with his ass. He rested his head against your shoulder.

“Pet? Is it too much for you.” You coo “do you want more?”

He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

“You do want more! Good slut!” A tendril wrapped around his dick and started to jack him off.

“NO! ST-STOP!” His voice hitched as he jerked back

Shoving a tendril into his mouth when he tried to make demands. Fucking his face and ass. His eyes rolled back and tongue slipping out as he came again. A low moan leaving his throat.

A few hours have passed and his eyes become fully unfocused. Allowing his arms to be free, he slumped into your arms.

“I can’t wait to fully break you, my pretty little pet.”

A smirk on your face, holding the fucked out Hashira close. You left his clothes, haori, and bloodstains in the house for people to find. Now time to get him home.