Subject #666

4 times Leona calls you mommy, and the time you call him “baby boy” back. 

MINORS DNI

TWST EN terms used, reader is not mc

dom top masc amab reader, sub bottom Leona Kingscholar, mommy kink, blowjob, possessiveness, masturbating, Leona has a knot, under negotiated kink

Apologies if the tenses are all over the place, that’s not my strong suit and I hardly ever write in the past tense  

It takes you by surprise the first time Leona says it. 

You’d found him lazing around in the botanical garden (big surprise), and you decided to join him by cuddling up behind him. Leona had turned his head to face you, and blinked his eyes slowly as he registered who you were. He then fully turned around so he could wrap his arms around you and shove his face into your chest. In the moments when he’s between sleep and consciousness, he can be uncharacteristically sweet. A big cuddly kitten. You ran your fingers through his hair, and tugged gently on one of his braids. 

“Mommy,” he had mumbled, oh so softly, and were you not completely focused on him it may have slipped past your ears. But you had been focused on him, and you heard it, loud and clear. 

In the moment, you’d blanked. The title made your heart thump in its chest– and your dick stirred in your pants– so much so that you worried Leona would pick up on it (you could always use his appearance as an excuse (that would get you a smug grin, for sure)). But it was an unusual title considering your masculine presentation. Or so you’d thought. 

As you processed it, you found that you weren’t all that surprised he'd begun to associate the title with you. Cater has loudly dubbed you as the “mom friend,” and according to Ruggie, you have a habit of babying Leona.

That day he'd looked so content and sleepy, nuzzling his face into your chest lovingly. Therefore, instead of asking him about it you’d simply made a note of it in the back of your head, and continued to card your fingers through his long hair, scritching behind his ears occasionally, letting him fall peacefully into slumber.

-

The second time he calls you by the title, it's clearly a joke. 

Even though you’d told him to do it, somehow you had ended up being the one who picked up Leona’s clothes from the ground of his messy room while he played solitary chess.

“Y’know, you should be the one cleaning up after yourself if someone's coming over," you had chided, tossing a dirty t-shirt at him. Leona had pulled the shirt off where it landed on his head, and promptly threw it back at you. 

“Tch whatever you say, mommy,” he teased. That day, instead of offering a smart retort like you usually did in response to his teasing, you just folded the shirt he’d thrown and gave him a charged look. Leona’s tail flicked, and he squirmed under your gaze. Eventually he cleared his throat, breaking the pregnant silence by resuming his game and changing the subject to complain about something Vil said earlier.

The moment passed quickly, but you recall it often, wondering how much of a joke it really was.

-

The third time he says it, you’re not actually 100% sure he said it. 

You had been sucking his dick in his room (he’d actually shown up to class today and you were rewarding him), swallowing down the pre that flowed from his tip. Leona had his hands on your head, being mindful of his claws, but not of his hips which jerked and thrusted into your mouth every so often. 

He’d been teetering on the edge for a bit, letting out gruff moans of your name, his cock twitching in your mouth. This time you’re sucking his dick as a reward, so– unlike other times when you sucked his dick for hours to edge him– you actually put effort into getting him off. To send him over you had let your hands wander to play with his balls. 

“Mah-ahhh,” he cried, and came without warning down your throat. You had choked a bit, caught off guard, but then enthusiastically you swallowed his cum down. Your hand that was playing with his balls moved to squeeze his quickly inflating knot, causing more cum to shoot down your throat. “Muh-ahhh,” he moaned again, then decided to cover his mouth. 

In the moment you had vaguely wondered if you were trying to find something that wasn’t there. That because you wanted him to call you mommy, your brain was supplying evidence that he had. And- wait since when did you want him calling you mommy?!

Instead of opening that can of worms, you had pulled off his dick as he softened, nipping his foreskin.

“Brat,” you grumbled hoarsely, referring to how he had cum without warning.

You noticed how Leona’s dick twitched, simply at you calling him a brat.

Again instead of addressing it, you just squeezed his knot until it deflated, then pulled him into your lap. He’d then slowly jerked you off, making out with you as he did. Once you had cum Leona made a big show of lapping it up from where it landed on your stomach, and you hauled him back up to kiss you until he got too sleepy to keep up with you.

-

It doesn’t take you long to come to terms with the fact that, yes you do want Leona to call you mommy. And once you do, your brain is off and running.

You are utterly consumed by newfound fantasies. You can’t stop imagining Leona whimpering “mommy please,” as you slide your fingers in and out of him, or him growling the title when you deny him an orgasm, or him wailing “thank you mommy,” when you’re particularly generous and fuck him instead of going to class.

The thoughts are so frequent, they get you so worked up, that sometimes Leona can’t be there to help you with your sexual tension.

Like a few days ago, when he was busy at a housewarden meeting, and you were holed up in your room with a hand down your pants, jerking off to the thought of him riding you. You had imagined him looking down at you with that shit eating smirk as he rolled his hips slowly. You imagined spanking him to make him speed up as you stroked your dick faster. 

“Good boy, get mommy off,” your voice was a strained whisper in the quiet room. You imagined Leona clenching around you at your words (and you had squeezed yourself accordingly). 

The Leona that you had conjured in your head, was sweating, so worked up from the way your cock stretched him out and fuck him so deeply, it made him want to work harder. His dick would hang heavy and hot– maybe even dripping pre already– between his legs, bobbing from the way he quickly fucks himself atop of you.

You felt yourself getting close, so the fantasy Leona growled and tightened around you, begging mommy for release, begging that you would mark his insides with your cum.

With a muffled yelp, you had finished inside your closed fist, wishing it was inside Leona instead. 

As you cleaned your cum off your hand with a tissue you wondered how much longer you could take before you inevitably broke.

-

Luckily, an opportunity presents itself today when you have him in doggy style, teasing him by fucking him deep and slow. Leona says it a fourth time.

His tail wraps around your waist, keeping you close, his arms clinging onto a pillow as you dick him down.

"Mommy," it's quiet, slipping from his lips between moans. 

“What was that kitty?” you huff, leaning over him more, caging him in with your body. You briefly wonder if your fantasies have finally gotten out of control, but nevertheless your heart rate accelerates with adrenaline at the prospect of him calling you mommy. 

“Nothin’” he protests, letting out a moan of your name, likely to distract you. 

“What did you call me,” you demand, rather than ask. You stop fucking him to wrap your arms around his chest, and hoist him up. You resume fucking him, now vertically. The new position gets you deeper, has him clawing at your arms, his head flung back against your shoulder, clenching like a vice around you. 

“Mama,” he chokes out, “oh, mommy.” With his confession you reward him by rubbing at his swollen nipples. Hearing him finally say it makes you feel like your body is on fire.

“Good boy,” the way he shudders at your words does not go unnoticed by you. “That’s what you- ah, wanna be for me, huh Leona?” you snap your hips upward, rubbing against his prostate with each thrust. 

You nuzzle your face between where his neck and shoulder meet, licking him gently. Leona groans, knows what's coming, and moves his head over so you have more room. You sink your teeth into his skin, and sure yours are much more dull compared to his, but you make a fresh indent in his skin all the same. In response a deep growl comes from the Savanaclaw housewarden at the mix of pain and pleasure. You kiss the spot before pulling away to admire your work.

Leona’s drooling now, clinging desperately onto you as you fuck him roughly.

“Yeah- ah fuck, thank you, mommy,” his voice is deep and thick with lust. He loves being marked up by you, and you love seeing all the evidence of what you’ve done to him. 

You kiss him as best as you can in this position, being so careful not to let him nick you with his fangs. When you pull back he looks positively fucked dumb. 

“You’re such a good boy, you’re- hah- my good boy,” Leona groans, arching his back into you, “my sweet kitten,” you can feel him clench tighter around you, “my baby boy,” and with that Leona cums with a yelp, his hole spasming around you, his whole body shivering and shuddering as his eyes roll back into his head. 

Leona jerks his hips back against yours as he rides out his orgasm, selfishly chasing his own pleasure. You can’t find it in you to be displeased with him, not when he’s just given you the best orgasm you’ve ever witnessed him have (so far). 

As soon as he’s done he becomes like jello in your arms, so you slow down, easing him back onto him onto his stomach. He doesn't make any complaints or requests for you to stop, but you take it nice and easy for him anyways- despite wanting so badly to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name.

"Fuck baby boy, I had no idea you'd like that so much," you groan, squeezing his ass with one hand, and holding his hip possessively with the other. Leona clenches weakly around you,

"Mommy, cum n'me, please," he mumbles. A hand of his goes under to soothe his throbbing, inflated knot. 

"Oh? Does mommy’s baby boy want to- ah, be filled?” Leona purrs under you.

"Yes, please, fuckin’ need it," he sounds so pitifully desperate that you can’t help but coo and kiss his back lovingly.

You take his pleas as an invitation to pick up the pace of your thrusts. Now you fuck into him with only the intent of chasing your orgasm. Leona growls at the overstimulation, and the sound only adds to your arousal.

“You take my cock so well baby,” you muse between heavy breaths as you pound him into the mattress. “Such a good kitten- fuck, made for taking me,” you feel your balls tighten, 

“Yours, yours,” Leona insists weakly, clawing at the bed with his free hand.

“Mine,” you groan, finally cumming deep inside him. Leona lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a growl, his tail flicking excitedly as you fill him up.

“Oh yes,” he purrs, clenching around you. You fuck him through your orgasm, then stay inside until you grow soft. Before pulling out you give a few lazy thrusts, just to hear the lewd squelching that comes from you doing so.

By the time you pull out, Leona’s knot has definitely deflated. 

“Hey,” you whisper only to find that he’s peacefully snoozing away (which doesn’t shock you in the slightest). With a quiet sigh, you carefully adjust him so he doesn’t wake with a crick in his neck. You then go about cleaning yourself and him up before snuggling up behind him. The position nearly gives you Deja Vu.

“Good night, baby boy,” you hum affectionately, kissing the top of his head. 

Just before drifting off, you think you hear Leona mumble “mommy,” again. Though maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

Zhongli x Male Reader

Content Warning: I mean not too rough and kinda short so…. Just Zhongli being a whore 😖

A loud moan escapes Zhongli’s lips as you slip a finger into his tight hole. As you continued to finger him, the only words escaping his mouth were ‘more!’ and ‘please!’. As you removed your fingers, you started to insert your cock, moving slowly. Zhongli swore that you had to be in already! He could see his stomach bulging as you slowly sank in. He could feel his arousal growing every second. As soon as you were in, you stopped the slow pacing and immediately started to rut into him. He thought he was going to die from the brutal pacing you made. Every thrust came to an even louder moan. “ Such a needy whore. I just got in and you’re already clenching around me.” You doubt that he was listening, due to the fact that his eyes were rolled into his head.

Zhongli on the other hand felt like he was seeing stars! He loved how you were wrecking his insides. If he could get pregnant he would after this! He started to slur his words but you could still make out a few ‘more’s’ and ‘please’s’. You could feel his walls getting clenching and could see his dick twitching. It wasn't long after until he came. You continued to fuck him through his orgasm, looking for your release. As you painted his insides white, he let out a loud moan. It almost looked like he had heart eyes for a second. Babbling about how great it felt, but it still looked like he had something to say.

"tell me slut, tell me what you want me to do to you."

“Pl-please! Please fuck my mouth- please! -ah”

And who were you to deny this poor sluts request?

You ruthlessly rutted into the needy sluts mouth, saliva running down his chin. He was gagging every time you made a thrust. You kept your hand on the back of his head, just barely allowing him to breathe. “Such a filthy slut. I wonder what the citizens of Liyue would think if they found out you were getting fucked like a common whore? They surely wouldn't think so highly of you. They would call you a prostitute.” Zhongli couldn’t hear a word of what you were saying, as he was zoned out. You took advantage of this moment of bliss to take your free hand to stroke his member.Not long after he passes out. You plant a kiss on his cheek. “We’re not done yet.”

𓄸 ❝ .˚ ᵎ bad idea ! :: ˊˎ -

⌗ contents ҂ wc :: ┐(´∇｀)┌

╰─➤ dom! reader x sub! albedo, teasing, orgasm denial, handjob

⌗ pairings :: sub! albedo & dom gn! reader

the cold air sent a shiver down albedo’s spine, it was either that or the way you teased his aching cock; denying him any release. “please y/n !” he begged, his face flushed red, the same shade as his tip. “hm ? mr. albedo, you should be careful you won’t break anything.” you chuckled as you pulled on his hair, bringing his head back. he moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. “oh my..i should record that for later.” you whisper by his ear with a teasing smirk. “mmh..need to cum.” albedo’s words came out slurred; drool escaping and dripping onto the wooden table. “what a mess mr. albedo !” you commented, letting his head flop back down, his disheveled hair falling to the sides of his face.

“ah ! o-oh–need to cum..!” he couldn’t count how many times it has been that you’ve cruelly ruined his orgasms. this time felt so close; you kept stroking him but right at the last second you took it away again. “no no no !” albedo sobbed; fat tears falling down his cheeks. “mr. albedo ? would you like me to stop ?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder, and gave him gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder. “no ! i..i want you to continue.” taking a moment to let him catch his breath you sucked hickeys onto his neck, slowly stroking and using his building pre cum as lube. his breathing grew heavy again, much closer to panting now. your hand skillfully jacked him off, focusing on the tip a lot more than usual. “w-wait–oh archons !” albedo’s tears streamed down like a waterfall; hiccups being hear every few seconds. his hips thrusted into your hand, chasing for his release. you laughed at him, pulling your hand away once you noticed the way his thighs twitched and stomach flexed.

“you know..you’re supposed to be working and yet here you are fucking my hand.” you tone was mocking but you knew just how much he loved it. “was working..‘n you interrupted m–fuck !” you interrupted him again, jacking him off again with much more speed than last. “what was that ?” you teased, nibbling on his neck; making sure to leave a mark. he moaned and squirmed, each time he got closer to cumming until he would feel like it’d just happen. “mr. albedo you know the rules.” you reminded, your hot breath tickling his ear and the squelching noises surrounding the room only brought him closer. his mind felt so fuzzy he couldn’t think. his only thoughts were you. you. you. he moved his head onto your shoulder, giving you a lot more room to mark him. “wan’ cum.”

his comments and responses got shorter and shorter as time went on. at first he was confident in his ability to be able to last multiple ruining orgasms but now you’ve went too far and he was brain fried. the only things he could possibly be thinking about was you and cumming. “i bet you wanna cum so bad, hm ? is that right mr. albedo ?” you questioned the blonde to get no response. you frowned in displeasure and gripped the base of his dick. “i asked a question ’bedo.” he let out a choked gasp as his eyes went wide. “yes ! ’m just wan’ cum.” his cries were delicious; oh how lucky you were to have someone so perfect and pretty as albedo.

“just give me one more yeah ? can you do one more ’bedo ?” you peppered kisses anywhere you could reach while you waited for his answer. accepting the small nod he gave you as you still pumped his dick. it looked like it was almost turning purple with all the edging. “close !” albedo suddenly warned, gripping your arm or any part of you he could. you only let it slide because he probably didn’t even know what he was doing himself. pulling away, you watched albedo thrash against you for a little; even crying once again.

“almost there.” you remarked in an attempt to cheer him up. the only difference this time is that you made sure to make him cum, focusing on his sensitive spots as you had him blanking out and seeing white. his moans were loud and whorish, you thought he could possibly cause an avalanche. “g-gonna–hah–cum !” the tear streaks made him look even more beautiful. “cum for me ’bedo.” the words alone triggered him to spurt cum all over your hand, his stomach, and going down his thighs. “good job ! you came so much, your so good for me.” you praised albedo, kissing him with such softness.

you grabbed a towel and made sure to clean albedo up before helping him dress again. he was silent the whole time, too tired and brain fried to speak. “looks like i’ll have to carry you home.” a soft smile graced his lips as he watched you turn everything off, put things away and pick him up in your arms bridal style. giving one more kiss on albedo’s forehead you both made your way back home.

Deal With a Drunkie

You make a deal with Venti for unlimited drinks

FTM!Venti x Top!Male Bartender Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Oral, Drunk Venti, Consensual, Venti gets his hands tied up, breeding kink at the end

Words: 986

"You're on shift today?" Venti groans.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You always cut me off!" He whines and sits on an empty barstool.

"'Cause you don't pay, your tab is building up. You should be grateful I even let you drink at all, I have to cut the losses at some point."

"You're just like Diluc!" He pouts.

"Then Diluc's a smart guy."

"Ugh...C'mon, look, I'll cut you a deal." Venti leans in. "Lend me your ear."

"Uh?" You lean in as well, allowing him to whisper in your ear.

"I'll give you a vision." He says.

"Hah!" You laughed at his words. "Not even an Archon can give visions, what makes you think a bard can?"

"Wh- How'd you know about that?" Venti looks at you, taken a back.

"Common sense. I mean, if archons could give visions, would the Tsaritsa be giving out delusions to soldiers instead of visions?" You shrugged.

"M-makes sense...Then.." He thinks for a moment. "I'll sing you as many songs as you'd like! I'll be free entertainment for the tavern!"

"I'll pass. I'd rather not be forced to hear your voice for hours on end. Plus, I can think of a different way you can use your mouth and hands." You winked, joking.

Venti blushed. "How about you show me then?"

"Show you?"

"Yeah...I'll...I'll do whatever you want."

"You want booze that bad?"

"It's unlimited drinks, I'll do anything for that!"

"Pfft. Sure. Alright, what would you like to start with?"

--

"Unbutton that shirt of yours for me will ya?" You ask as you take off his cape and toss it elsewhere. He'd already taken off his corset earlier to 'allow room for more drinks'. He fumbles with the buttons, drunk.

"C'mon pretty boy, I ain't got all night." You say impatiently. He eventually gets it off.

"Hmm." You smile and grope his small tits. "Your only redeeming quality is your body."

He blushes and whimpers.

"Get on your knees." You order. Venti immediately drops to his knees. "Let's see what that mouth can do, hm?" You unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Venti grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. He gasps at the size.

He takes a deep breath and covers your dick in saliva, licking from the base to the tip. He sort of kisses the head of your cock before putting almost half of your length in his throat. He sucks you off diligently, doing his best to satisfy you.

"Shit- You're pretty fuckin' good-" You groan. "You must do this often."

Venti tries to deny it but just gets you going even further the way he tries to say 'no' while still sucking you off.

"Probably do it for free stuff too. I bet everyone loves using your cute little body." You smirk.

"N-no! I don't I- I've never done this before!"

"Really now? Are you a virgin too?"

He nods. You smirk.

"You don't seem the type." You look at him with interest.

"I just didn't have the time.." He says.

"So if you did, you'd be a prostitute?" You joke.

"That's not what I meant!"

"You must watch a lot of porn though, it looks like you knew what you were doing." You say thoughtfully.

Venti turns red and looks away.

"I knew it, guess you were hoping an opportunity like this would come around, huh? Turn around."

Venti looks at you confused but turns around anyway. You gently push him closer to the floor and bring his ass close to your hips.

You grab your belt and tie his hands behind his back. You didn't have plans to force him into sex, you just liked the way guys looked when they're restrained.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" Venti turns his head to you and gasps as you pull his shorts down.

"What? You thought I was gonna stop at a blowjob?" You rub his pussy through his underwear.

"Well...fine...Go ahead." He turns back around.

"You don't sound all that excited about it. I don't have to do it if its gonna be like that, I guess I can deal with just blowjobs." You shrug.

"N-no! That's-"

"Hm?"

"...Please fuck me!"

"I don't know..." You tease his little dicklit.

"Fuh~ please! Please~ mmh~ pow~ pound my puh~ pussy with your co- cock, please! I beh- beg you!" He squirms in your touch.

"Oh? No problem." You grin, pulling his underwear down.

You start to stretch him out. "Just pu- put it in!" Venti shakes his head.

"You're so demanding now." You laugh and fulfill his command.

"Yes~!" He moans as he feels you bottom out. "Fuh- Fuck~ Don't wait!"

You do as he says and start pounding into him.

"More~! More~!" Drool spills out of his mouth.

You give him more, hitting his cervix over and over.

"Fuck- Fuck~!" He was too drunk to even feel much pain.

"Shit- feels good, huh?" You lick your lips.

"So good~ (Name)~!" Venti nods.

"Didn't take long for you to become a cock whore." You smack his ass. "Or maybe you were born one."

"Fuck! I'm a co~ cock whore~!"

"You just wanna take my fucking dick all night, don't you." You rub his ass, preparing him for another slap.

"Uh~!" He moans at the slap. "Yes~! Fuh- Fuck me all~ night~! Please~!"

"Of course." You bite his shoulder.

"Hngh~! Ah~! Clo- close! Close~!" Venti tightens around you.

"Me too-" You groan.

"Cuh- cum inside~! Im- impreg~ impregnate me~!"

"You wanna get knocked up?" You groaned again as you felt Venti reach his orgasm.

"Yes~! Gimme your kids~! Fuck- Fucking breed me~!"

"Cumming-" Your movements turned sloppy.

"(Name)~!"

"Fillin' you up. Gonna make you a dad-" You say as you cum inside of Venti.

"Don't- Don't you d-dare stop!" Venti starts moving his body against yours.

"Wasn't planning to." You grinned.

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.

yandere childe with a himbo reader

WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT, bondage, non-con, gaslighting, degration, fear play, marking, biting, manipulation, dacryphilia, sadism, orgasm denial, yandere childe, deception, reader has piercings that he didnt know abt

**i do not support the tendancies/situations reflected inside of my (dvlboy) works inside of a real life setting. please proceed with caution.

childe was seething. he has never been one to hold his bloodlust in, but he was so tempted to use his delusion just to obliterate the woman next to you, caressing your arm while you two chatted. why couldn’t you understand the inuendoes that she keeps sending towards you?

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Firsts With Tighnari

FTM!Tighnari x Top!TransMasc Reader

No AFAB language ver (AO3)

posting this on the first was definitely intentional...uh huh

Contains: Cunnilingus, Fluffy Smut, Handjobs

Words: 1,146

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You and Tighnari have been dating for almost a year. Always kissing and touching each other but stopping before it gets too heavy due to not being ready to take the next step.

At some point, you were ready to do it but Tighnari still wasn't. You waited patiently though.

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You and Tighnari's schedule matched today, both ending class at the same time, so you drove him to your place.

Tighnari scurries over to the bathroom to take his binder off, already tired of wearing it for 6 hours. You go to your room to do the same, both of you feeling that long awaited relief.

Since you two are comfortable with each other, neither of you mind unbinding. Plus with the amount of time you spend together it'd be a pretty bad idea not to.

You step out first and lie down on the couch, Tighnari entering the room moments later. You outstretch your arms and he lays his body over yours.

He plants kisses all over you, starting from your collarbone and ending at your lips. You slip your tongue past them and kiss him passionately.

Tighnari takes your hand and brings it to his tail, letting you touch it. You take advantage of the new opportunity and run your fingers through his fur, the soft movements making him whimper into your mouth.

You pull away and smile at Tighnari's cute face.

"I...I'm ready." He says softly. "To do it."

"Oh." You feel your face grow warm. "You're sure?"

He nods.

You pick Tighnari up, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist. He nips at your neck as you bring him to your room.

You gently place him onto your bed and take the strap-on you bought a few weeks ago in preparation. You put it next to him, planning on doing something else first.

"Tell me if you don't like it or if it's too much, okay?" You look for a nod before pulling his pants and briefs off. "Tighnari...can I eat you out?"

His face turns red. "Ye- yeah.."

You kneel down and bring Tighnari's body close to your face, you plant a kiss on his little dick before parting his folds. You swipe your tongue along his pussy, getting a taste of all the slick he's accumulated.

Tighnari watches, ears tilted and tail curled as you stick your tongue inside his entrance and fondle his bottom growth. He mewls as your tongue hits a sensitive area.

"The- there~" He gasps and moans your name. "'S go- good-"

You continue working his cunt, relieved to hear that you're doing well seeing as you've only learned this from porn.

Tighnari lets out small noises of pleasure, 'ah's and 'oh's filling the room. "(Na- Name)- Gon- gonna- 'm gonna come~!"

You go harder with the encouragement of hearing Tighnari when he's close and wanting to make him feel good. Tighnari comes with a squeal, pussy pulsing and excreting white liquid onto your tongue.

He covers his face in embarrassment, spreading two fingers apart to eye you diligently consuming his fluids.

You pull away and wipe your face before taking your clothes off. Tighnari does the same with his remaining clothes.

After putting on the strap-on, you climb onto the bed and spread Tighnari's legs. "I'll go slow." You reassure, slowly easing the plastic inside him.

Thanks to you eating him out and his arousal, the slide isn't all too painful for the half fox.

"Ah-" Tighnari's eyes open when you bottom out. "It's all in?" He asks quietly.

"All in." You nibble on his neck and give him time to get comfortable with it inside him. "Tell me when you're ready, okay?"

"Mm.." Tighnari nods, processing the new feeling inside him. He mumbles your name and turns to face you. He places a finger on his lips to ask for a kiss.

You join your lips together, biting his bottom lip before sticking your tongue inside his mouth. You rub his thigh lovingly whilst exploring his warmth.

Tighnari parts from the kiss to regain his breath and to tell you he's ready.

You move away from him and gently hold his sides. "Make sure to tell me if you're uncomfortable." You say, slowly pulling out before pushing back inside.

Tighnari nods. He quickly gets used to your slow and gentle thrusts and quietly asks for you to go faster.

You pick up the pace, watching Tighnari slowly unravel. "Your moans are so cute." You look at him fondly.

Tighnari feels his cheeks grow hotter than before. "I love you~"

Now it's your turn to get flustered. "I love you too, Tighnari." You manage to angle your dick at his g-spot, his reaction to the first thrust telling you to keep thrusting there. "You like it here, Nari?"

He nods, gasping every time you hit it. "'S gh~ good~" His tail and toes curl.

You grin, happy to see your boyfriend enjoying himself. "You're so cute."

"Gon- gonna co- come~" Tighnari arches his back and moans, walls fluttering around your strap. "Ah- I should...I should help you get off.."

"Shh." You kiss his forehead. "You don't need to." You pull out slowly.

"Let me at least jerk you off?" He pouts.

You sigh, smiling. "Alright." You take the strap on off and put it to the side, making a mental note to wash it later. You lie down next to Tighnari on your side and let him snuggle up with you.

He spits on his hand and moves it down to your crotch, gently grabbing your bottom growth and moving his fist along it back and forth.

You bury your head in his shoulder, not surprised that having someone else touch you feels better than doing it on your own. "That's good...yeah-"

Tighnari's ears twitch at the low and pleased sounds coming out of your mouth. He's always loved your voice so hearing it while you're being jerked off is so arousing.

You notice his increasing horniness and bring your hand to his small cock, dragging your hand along it at the same pace as him.

"Ye- yes~" Tighnari moans in approval. "Fuck..."

The space between you gets warmer as the two of you bring each other to your peak.

"Gonna come Nari-" You groan.

Since he's sensitive from coming twice, he's close as well. "Me too-"

Uneven breathing, moans, and wet noises are the only sounds in the room. The both of you come at the same time.

You look at Tighnari's exhausted face with a soft smile. You pull him closer to you and wrap your arm around him. "Rest now."

You don't have to tell Tighnari twice, it's only a mere seconds before he falls asleep.

You rest your chin on his head and fall asleep with him. You can't wait to shower with him in the morning.

puppy!kazuha x gn!reader x kitten!xiao ♡

leaving home for work in the mornings is harder than it seems. especially when you have two hybrids clinging to you every second of the day.

Xiao, your sweet kitten would pout and whimper when he feels your warmth leave him in the morning. he thinks work is a waste of time, even working from home would keep you too distracted. it’s not enough with just kazuha around, he needs you both or he’ll sulk for the rest of the day, fuzzy ears pressed flat against his head.

Kazuha isn’t any different, in fact worse. insists he takes all his showers with you, rushes to make breakfast and pack your lunch. always makes sure to send you out the door with a sloppy open mouthed kiss, expected from a puppy like him.

they both like to cuddle you until your suffocating under their weight, fluffy tails wrapped around different parts of your body. but it never lasts long, not with kazuha settling into your lap. grinding his tiny bulge against your thigh n panting in your neck. your starting to think times like these are planned between the two of them, especially when xiao murmurs for you to pay attention to him too n pulls your hand over his barely noticeable bulge.

on most days you receive a scolding from your boss for coming to work late, it’s not your fault your pup is such a needy slut! he’d turn what was supposed to be a quick peck into a sloppy make out session, hold his hand over yours n press into his needy cocklet cus “n-need you! your hand feels s’ much better!” poor pup..

at work you aren’t safe either, phone constantly releasing pings! that attracts all your coworkers attention. storming off to the bathroom just to find multiple needy messages from Kazu♡ along with a video.

“m sorry master— m’ shoorryyy!” xiao hiccups into the mic. kazuha holds the camera between them filming their wet cocks frot against each other. lewd shlcks! echo over their combined wails. the video ends with kazuha flipping the camera, plugging xiaos noisy mouth with his own. a smug grin on his face, knowing of what you’d do to them once you get home.

seems you’ll have to teach these brats a lesson.

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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.

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

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

MC and…Plushie MC

Lucifer

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

*shudder*

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

Mammon

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

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

It’s uh… creepy…

Leviathan

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

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

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

Satan

*insert Satan is a sucker for cute things here*

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

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

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

Asmodeus

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

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

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

Beelzebub

One word, or- noise. AWWWWWWWWW!

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

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

Belphegor

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

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

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