Jealousy

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.

If you still have nsfw requests open what abt monster dick mc with a charmed fl3shlight of the bros/side characters (minus luke, but i feel thats obvious)

Monster dick MC fucking a charmed fleshlight

MINORS DNI

Anon i want to kiss you directly on the lips for requesting this. I had the time of my life writing these. Not sure if the monster dick really comes through here, but I tried my best to imply it.

Warnings: toys, sexting, mild exhibitionism (in Satan’s), breeding kink (in Beel's), consensual somno (in Belphie's), sounding (in Solomon's), genitals ambiguous for the chars, amab mc/reader

Lucifer:

You better not use it while he’s in public!

He makes that wildly clear as soon as he finds out about it (and no doubt he mysteriously finds out about it before you get the chance to use it).

What he likes is if you use it when he’s been holed up in his office, working for far too long

Lucifer’s been working for hours when he gets a text from you- an eggplant emoji that you’ve taken to using as a simple way to ask if you can use the fleshlight. He sends back an “ok” sticker and then he feels it. Your lubed fingers circling the hole of the charmed fleshlight, then sliding into it. He cries out, crumpling the paper he was writing on. He tries his best to flatten the paper while simultaneously grinding his hips back against your fingers, even though he knows that won’t work, and it just makes him look like a desperate whore rutting against his desk chair. When you pull your fingers out and replace them with your cock his hands shoot up to cover his mouth so no one hears him call out your name, cumming embarrassingly quick in his pants.

Mammon:

He gets kinda pouty if you use it instead of coming to fuck him in person

Best thing is to use it as "punishment"

If he's ever being bratty you making him watch as you fuck the fleshlight, yet he can still feel you fucking him

Mammon is tied up sitting on the bed watching you hungrily as you sit in a chair across from him. You pour lube into the toy causing him to bite his lip at the strange sensation. You tease the hole of the toy with your thick head, making Mammon beg for you to fuck the toy. When you insert your dick he gasps and pulls against the restraints, shaking as you slowly sink inch by inch into the toy. He’s so shocked at how realistic it feels, it feels like you’re deep inside him, churning his guts as you pound into him. But even though it feels like he’s being fucked, he's not, and therefore he’ll be begging the whole time that you fuck him properly.

Levi:

Let’s be honest he’s the one who bought the toy for you

He begs that you try it out even though he’s kind of prepared to be disappointed, thinking it’s probably a scam

When he feels your fingers on his hole his mind is racing through a million scenarios of you using the toy

Levi had just finished up his (long and very informative) explanation of what was so special about the fleshlight he'd gotten you. He’d wrapped it all up with a disclaimer that it probably didn’t even work. And yet here he is looking at you expectantly from where you’re both sitting in his bathtub bed. You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes as you shimmy out of your pants. Grabbing the lube you note that Levi’s breathing has gotten heavier, and he’s already hard. So you lightly tease him for getting hot and bothered just from seeing your flaccid cock. He stutters out some excuse but shuts up when you pour the lube into the fleshlight. You ask if it works, if he can feel it, and he immediately starts gushing about how poggers this is, and begging you to start fucking the fleshlight already.

Satan:

The first time you use it he was in the library, though luckily no one was around to see the way he- to no success- tried to conceal the way he fell apart

Afterwards if anyone takes notice of the way he walks back to the house of Lamentation with a slight limp and the way he’s walking holding books in front of his crotch, they do not bring it up

He thinks its stupid that you would buy that instead of actually fucking him

Thoroughly amused you read Satan’s passive aggressive texts to you from his room about how he can feel that you’re using the toy again, that you should just make the short walk to his room and fuck him properly. Ignoring him you slide your cock in, and the texts stop abruptly. Then you get a call. You continue to thrust your cock into the toy as Satan attempts to convince you to come over between begging and whining for you to pick up the pace and go harder. He babbles about how he can feel it in his stomach, that he wants you here so when you finish he can feel you fill him up with your cum. He’s going to want you to come fuck him again properly when you're done.

Asmo:

Obsessed with the toy, and thinks it’s so much fun

When you text him a heads up he likes to stuff himself with a vibe so it feels like double penetration

Sometimes he calls you in the moment to rave about how good it feels, and sometimes he’ll just wait until you’re done so he can come find you for round two

As soon as Asmo read the text from you he dropped his eyeliner and grabbed a random vibrator. He snaps a quick pick of the one he’s using- as a way of showing he’s ready on his end, then lubes it up and stretches himself as he feels you tease the entrance of the toy. When you slide in he gets adjusted to your phantom stretch before stuffing in the vibrator, crying out obscenely at the sensation of your long, thick cock fucking him alongside the vibrator. It’s such a unique sensation, unparalleled by anything else he’s experienced. He loves it almost as much as he loves you fucking him normally. Almost. But in the end you fucking him in person is far better, and he knows as soon as you’ve both cum he’ll be rushing (with a slight limp) to your room for more.

Beelzebub:

Give him a heads up before you use the fleshlight so he doesn’t hurt himself if you use it while he’s working out

He probably doesn’t like it too much because he doesn’t like that you can’t breed him with your cum when you finish

He also doesn’t like that he can’t see you so he begs for facetimes when/if you use it

Beel is uncharacteristically pouting when you answer his facetime, whining that he doesn’t like this toy very much, and that you should just come and fuck him. You explain this is like a prelude for what's to come later, and his temperament shifts a bit, smiling at the promise of you pounding him in person after. When you slide your cock into the toy the phone shakes a bit as Beel cries out. He’s so frustrated because it feels so good- of course it does when it's you, but he wants to be able to kiss you and taste you and feel your skin. Beel gets fed up with all this so he slowly and shakily makes his way to your room, stopping to catch his breath as you continue to fuck the toy while he walks.

Belphegor:

Obsessed with you using it while he’s sleeping

Or if you let him use it on you while you're sleeping

He’s much rather fuck you with the fleshlight than ride you, and he’s desperate to feel you fucking him whenever he can get the chance

You wake up to Belphie's loud and breathy moans in your ear. He’s jerking you off with the charmed fleshlight, grinding his cock against you as he feels the sensations of you fucking him. His eyes are scrunched shut, so when you thrust your hips into the toy it catches him off guard and he cums, staining your pajamas with his jizz. His eyes open and he kisses you sloppily as he picks up the pace, whining and whimpering into your mouth as he does. Once you've cum inside the toy Belphie throws it to the ground, and despite both of you having cum all over, he pulls up the blankets and promptly falls back asleep, leaving you to either try to fall back asleep or clean the two of you up with no help from him.

You could probably get the most use out of it with the side chars

Diavolo:

A solution for when he wants to get dicked down but can’t make it to the house of Lamentation or you can’t get to the castle

(not a perfect solution though, he still heavily prefers you fucking him in person over this)

He becomes more desperate though, begging for you to fuck the fleshlight every night (and the morning after) that he’s not with you.

You open your phone to 30 new messages from Diavolo begging that you fuck him and laugh. You send him a kissy sticker before lubing up your cock and teasing the opening of the fleshlight with the head of your cock. Diavolo sends you a series of key smashes- a thing he’d recently learned about from Levi, then a picture of his hole slick with lube and slightly gaping. You groan, easing the toy down your cock. The texts stop as you pound your dick into the fleshlight, but start right up again when you’ve cum. You get his half thought out praises, pictures of the aftermath of his orgasm, and so many heart emojis before he sends his goodnight text.

Barbatos:

Like Beel give him a heads up to make sure he’s not cooking or attending to Diavolo

But oh boy does he loves this toy sm

Loves that he can comfortably lay back while you pound into the toy

Barbatos gets the heads up text that you’ll be using the charmed toy when he’s taking a bath. He gives you permission, shyly taking a picture of himself in the bath, to which he receives copious praise and compliments from you. He feels himself blush, fidgeting as the anticipation builds. When he feels the ghost-like sensation of your lubed up cock rub against his hole he whimpers, relaxing as best as he can for the stretch that your huge cock gives him. He grips the edge of the tub as you slowly and sweetly fuck the toy. It's nice- the experience of getting fucked in the bathtub without the mess. He cums when you do, calling you immediately after, giddy to talk about how it felt and how much he loved it.

Simeon:

No matter how often you use it every time you do he gets so scared because he forgets how it feels to have you touching him but not there with him

Like Beel he wants to be able to hear and see you when you “fuck him” so he’ll text you asking that you facetime him (he cant figure out to do it on his own lol)

Highly prefers you fucking him in person but on nights when he's alone it's kinda nice

You facetime Simeon before going to bed, holding up the fleshlight with a wink and hearing him sputter on the other end. He lays back against his pillows, running his fingers along his chest as you lube up your cock. When you ease your dick into the toy, very slowly so he can adjust to the stretch, Simeon whines and whimpers, accidentally dropping the phone, then propping it up on a pillow to make sure that doesn't happen again. He reaches down to touch himself, like you taught him, time with your thrusts. By the time you’ve cum the first time he’s given you two orgasms already, sobbing from the overstimulation, and trying to muffle the way he calls out your name by shoving his face into the pillow.

Solomon:

Has a matching charmed dildo that he fucks his hole with lol

You guys take turns fucking around with each other with said toys

One night he uses the dildo so you can feel him, and the next you use your fleshlight so he can feel your cock

Last night Solomon had fucked himself on his charmed dildo for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Tonight you’re going to get payback. You text him a picture of your lubed up cock and the fleshlight as a warning. He sends back a selfie of his hard dick, plugged up with a sounding rod and he’s giving you a thumbs up. You laugh, rubbing your head against the entrance for a moment then thrusting fully in. Once in you wait for him to adjust before fucking the toy with a brutal pace. When you finally get tired out Solomon facetimes you, showing you the aftermath, and listening to your heavy praise. Then you walk him through some aftercare and fall asleep, never hanging up once.

keep up

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.

Up In The Mountains

cw: sub!sucrose, dom!reader, amab!reader, use of aphrodisiac, mild pet play, exhibitionism (albedo watches), overstimulation

a/n: i want to fuck sucrose dumb

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The coldness of Dragonspine was no match for the heat that Sucrose was feeling right now. Her shoes pressed onto the snow while you eat her cunt out.

“(Name)!” Sucrose squeaked out as she felt your tongue tasting her whole.

Her ass sat nicely on the crafting bench, juices leaking onto it.

Her cheeks flushed as you continued, loving the amount of noises she kept making.

“Did the potion take any effect yet?”

“N-No… I d-don’t think it worked!” She struggled to say, your mouth now sucking on her clit.

Her ears twitched each time you added more pressure, hands placed on your head while she tried to restrain herself.

“Well that’s a waste, isn’t it? Come on, I know you don’t want to disappoint me.”

You urged her to turn around, taking out your cock waiting for the alchemist to position herself. The poor bench was soaked due to Sucrose, yet she still laid upon it despite it cooling down a little.

She hungered for you. She couldn’t wait for you to pound her existence.

Slowly pushing yourself into her, Sucrose rolled her head back with her mouth agape and shivering not from the cold, but how you fit inside her.

Her cunt clenched tightly on you, almost like fucking a dog. Sucrose’s whines started to get louder, her hips clashed against yours as you went faster. Your hands held onto her sides.

“What? You also want a pat on the head?” You questioned the green-haired woman, and almost saw hearts in her eyes.

“M-Mhm! P-Please! A-ah!”

When your hand patted her head, Sucrose had an orgasm. Her panting became more obvious after a few seconds.

“(N-Name)! I-I think it’s working… Ngh!” She shyly confessed, unable to resist the feeling of your cock and trying to hump herself against you.

You remove yourself from the girl, earning an annoyed whine. “W-What?”

“I think we’re done.”

Huh. That couldn’t be. Sucrose looked horrified, it felt like her cunt was throbbing and feeling empty without you. How was she supposed to go back to Monstadt like this?

Her clothes felt so tight against her skin, nipples showing through her uniform. “I-I can’t–I can’t! Please, I’ll do anything.” She said begging for you to do something.

Tongue, Fingers, A Toy. It was fine. As long as you did it, Sucrose was alright with it.

“Fine, starting from now. No more talking. If you want to talk… Bark.”

“O-Okay…” Sucrose didn’t even consider the humiliation that came with it. When she heard you agree, she instantly nodded and ignored all the consequences together.

The potion made her so sensitive, much more sensitive even if she was in heat. She could feel each tiny movement you do, you were thrusting into her whole as if she was a doll and all she could do was let out whimpers.

Sucrose could hear ringing in her ears as she bounced from you pounding against her. “Mm! A-ah!”

How many times had she come already? Sucrose couldn’t tell but it didn’t hurt. The overstimulation made it all the better. Was she some kind of masochist? Surely, not.

“Aahhn! Mmpf!”

“What’s going on here?” A deep voice reached her ears only to notice Albedo standing right behind you.

You weren’t stopping and the noises coming out of her mouth wouldn’t either.

“M-Mr. Albedo! Ngh! Aah!”

Sucrose was taken by surprise when you slapped her out of nowhere. That’s right. She wasn’t supposed to speak.

“W-Woof! Aa-h! (Name), We can continue this l-later!”

“Now, now. Weren’t you the one begging for it?”

Albedo stood not showing any emotion on his face, only watching his loyal assistant beneath you. “Is this urgent?”

You questioned him, not even bothering to stop for a second while Sucrose neared her nth orgasm.

“Yes.”

“Just sit tight then, let me just ruin this puppy of mine.”

The feeling of Albedo watching Sucrose turned her on more than it shouldn’t. She forced her hands to cover her mouth, not wanting to make any noise in front of the Chief Alchemist but you threw them away and pinned it with your hand.

“Aah! Aah! Aah! (N-Name)! I-I’m close!”

“Good. Why don’t you scream for our little visitor over there?”

She tried to hold it but to no avail. Sucrose was to your mercy and you weren’t giving it to her.

She came once again when she felt your seed inside her, warming her insides. Her stomach felt so full of you for hours. Even when you pulled out, she still felt as if you were inside her.

Her eyes met Albedo’s and all she could feel was shame as her pussy throbbed from the feeling of humiliation.

ASMO: there are only 2 rules. don't be boring, and dress cute wherever you go ♡

Biting More Than You Can Chew

Kaeya Alberich x Top Male Reader

“Sir Kaeya is known for his habit of taking risks. But perhaps, the bold and suave cavalry captain should learn a bit of caution.”

CW: Rape/Non-Con, No Prep, Spit as Lube, Degradation, Humiliation, Bleeding, Begging, Dacryphilia, Mentioned Stalking, Mentioned Obsession

The entire thing was supposed to go smoothly. Flawlessly. As it had always been, especially with the help of his good looks and charming tongue.

Cavalry captain Kaeya Alberich was only letting his ear loose when he caught whispered words of a suspicious man lurking through the streets when the day's late, a cloak over his head and a rusty kamera in his gloved hands. He'd linger near the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, pacing on his feet as he went into hiding behind whatever large item he could find. Suspicious and worrisome activity indeed, he decided.

It could be hardcore fan who's just a bit too interested in one of the knights or someone who works in the headquarters. Definitely a higher level compared to the woman who's constantly thinking about his brother and nothing else, and that's saying a lot.

But as those words began to spread like a plague, reaching the ears of the other knights, Kaeya could sense the anxiety that began festering through the Ordo Favonius. Who wouldn't be, knowing that they might be the target of such a disgusting act unknowingly? He'd notice the way they've heightened their guards up at all times (which is good, but takes a toll on their mental health). Poor little Amber would glance around queasily, Lisa almost never left the library and even strong, unyielding Jean Gunnhildr could be seen on edge.

Now, this absolutely won't do. And as the kind and generous friend he is, how could he not extend his aid and provide them more safety? He'll catch this disgusting bastard, and no longer will they be glancing behind their backs every second of the day.

❧

It was late when Kaeya began his little plans. He noted down the pattern of this person's movements through what's been whispered and shared, as well as their general appearance - or at least from what they could see.

They're always seen in a dark green, dusty and tattered cloak that reaches their ankles, and their hands are covered in dark leather gloves. And they always, always have a kamera on them. Marjorie had told him that she would sometimes see them prowl around near the lower parts of the city, where not much people would crowd in. With a smile, he thanked her. Kaeya knew where to find this man now.

But maybe, just maybe... Kaeya should've practiced some more caution.

He stumbled upon that man, in all his cloaked glory, just as he took the last steps down the stairs. There, he froze as if he was caught red-handed - which he really was - and Kaeya could see the way his eyes and his kamera glinted from the minimal light the moon provided.

"Oh, would you look at that?" He crooned, grinning at the creep before him. "Right into the lion's den, I presume. Your days of stalking down our poor knights are over, I'm afraid."

He spoke of nothing in return. Kaeya sighs.

"Listen, I really want to turn you in right now, but Jean won't be too happy to know I decided to grab some guy without proof. I mean, anyone could be some random suspiciously cloaked weirdo at night, holding a kamera that's seen better days." He said, gesturing to the poor machine in the man's hands. "I'd suggest you show me what exactly you've been doing. If it's innocent, I'll release you. If it's fucked, you're fucked, get that?"

The silence that followed stretched for a moment or two, and Kaeya was prepared to resort to extreme measures, until the man sighed and turned.

"...Fine."

The captain blinked, before his lips curled into an amused grin. "A fine choice, I'd say. Lead the way, handsome."

And oh, did he lead the way.

❧

You couldn't believe your eyes when he stood before you at the dead of night, soaked in moonlight like the ethereal being he is. The moment he walked down those steps, halting right in front of you, you could feel the tent forming underneath your pants.

The beautiful cavalry captain was searching out for you, apparently, without a single suspicion that he was the one you wanted. He was the one your prowled around at night like a hungry wolf for. He was the one you desired.

“Right into the lion's den, I presume.”

And oh, was he absolutely correct.

You lead him through the gates that night, and Kaeya waved away any questions the guards have to ask. His charming smile was enough to reassure them, and more than enough to have your desires stirred up even more.

The walk was long and strenuous, and Kaeya whistled to fill the silence.

"So we're travelling now, huh? How thrilling."

So thrilling, especially for you. Because he was right there, right within your grasp. One reach of your arms, and he'll be all yours.

And how could you possibly pass that chance up?

Kaeya, ever the sharp-eyed knight, dodged the moment he saw the glint of a dagger in your hands that was sent flying towards him. But only then did it dawn upon him that you were aiming for his vision instead of his flesh, and the moment you speared the chain that kept it dangling, it was already too late. The vision stuck to the dagger, being sent flying away and rendered unusable to it's weilder.

Kaeya turned to find you lunging towards him.

The sounds of bodies hitting the earth echoed through the night sky as you tackled the captain to the ground, grabbing his wrists the moment your hands reached his skin and pinning him down to the grass. Your surprising strength held him down, and Kaeya found himself struggling fruitlessly.

He tried maintaining a calm appearance, but the way you leered down at him was nothing but calming.

“Hey, now.” He dryly chuckled, feeling his first cold sweat trail down. "Take me out to dinner first, would y—"

Lips crashed into his own before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened before repulsion filled him from head to toe, and he struggled to turn and break away from your lips. Your little kiss seperated with a gasp for air from the captain, and you licking off his saliva from your lips.

"What the hell?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at you. "Which archon gave you the rights to do that?!"

"I don't need the archons." You spoke, your voice low and gravelly. Kaeya gulped at the way your cold eyes trailed down his body, lightly shifting in unease. "I only need you, my dear Kaeya."

He squinted at you like you're a riddle no man has ever solved, and slowly shook his head in disgust. "You're insane..." He grimaced.

"And you, Kaeya Alberich, are an absolutely foolish man." You grinned mockingly down at him. "Willingly seeking out the 'creep' that's been wanting you for ages. Years of endlessly craving for the touch of your skin, to hear your voice reserved all for me, and finally... finally... You're here, right where I want you to be. After all, as stupid as you can be, there's no denying that you are a vision by itself. Blessed by the Archons, falling from Celestia itself..."

You could see the way Kaeya's face shifted into absolute horror and disgust by the truths you unveiled and the way you spoke of him. His tanned face paled the moment he felt his arms shift as you used one strong hand to hold down both wrists, and the other one began trailing down his defined curves.

"Fuck..." He hissed, buckling wildly to free himself but to no avail. He grunted at the futility of his attempts and began panicking. "Get off of me, you bastard!"

His words went into one ear and out through the other, apparently. You ignored his growls and pressed a nail through those slutty tight pants he walked around in on the daily until it bursted through. You tugged onto that hole and tore apart a large hole, exposing the beautiful skin of his groin.

"So, so beautiful..." You mumbled, paying no mind to Kaeya's fearful protests and only focusing on further exposing the beauty between his legs until it was bare all for you.

My, such tight underwear he wore. Much easier for you to simply rip off of him, forcing a horrified yelp out of the poor captain.

"Don't-" he gritted his teeth, "don't you dare!"

Before he could react, you twisted his entire body around with impressive strength until he faced the earth. Kaeya struggled to wriggle out as you slowly crawled lower, your hands pinning down his tiny waist until your chest laid between his thighs. His ass was all bare and exposed for you, and you salivated at the tight hole hiding in between.

Kaeya gasped when he felt something wet trail up the crevice of his ass.

"Get off of me!" He immediately shrieked, trying to kick you away but you kept a firm grip on his thighs. He could do nothing but twist around in vain, his nails digging into the earth as he tried to pull himself away from you.

A small whimper escaped his lips as your tongue prodded through his little virgin cunt.

"N-Ngh..!" He whined, pressing his forehead into the grass as he felt the humiliation bubble within him. His hips buckled from the sudden odd yet overwhelming feeling, and you grinned against his plush asscheeks.

"It seems that the poor cavalry captain enjoys this..." You teased.

"SHUT UP!" He barked. "Get off, asshat! I swear to the seven, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna—AH!"

He felt a sudden sting as something longer and bigger forced it's way through his hole, digging deep despite the dry friction that made it so much more difficult. And it hurts.

You pressed your middle finger deep into the writhing captain, crawling deep into his unexplored walls and feeling yourself swell up in bliss. Because this was Kaeya Alberich's ass you were fingering! Your dick was growing so hard at this point that it's starting to hurt.

"Shit— Stop it!" He cried out, hips attempting to buck away as he hissed from the burning stretch. He didn't think it'd hurt this bad. "Are you deaf?! I said STOP!!"

He shouldn't be surprised when you only went further, and then your fingers curled.

The sudden wave of pleasure coursed through Kaeya's lithe body, and he choked on a moan. What was that? What did you do? And why did it feel... Good?

You chuckled darkly, prodding against that one spot and forcing out broken moans from the captain. "Looks like I've hit the bullseye." You grinned. "It feels so good, doesn't it? Admit it, Alberich. You love it, and you want more."

"FUCK YOU!!" He shrieked, beyond ashamed and humiliated by how your words stirred up his composure, and how some of them were true. It felt good, but he didn't want anymore of it. Because it hurt like a bitch, and he just didn't want you doing this to him in general.

"No, Kaeya." You grinned, chuckling jeeringly. "I'm gonna fuck you."

Kaeya blanches.

"No." He breathed out, vigorously shaking his head as you stood up and pressed a boot firmly against the small of his back, keeping him in place. "No, No, NO! Get off of me you- you sick MANIAC!!"

Kaeya writhed wildly when he heard buckling coming from behind him, unable to escape from the pressure of your weight holding him down. He could feel the first sob beginning to break through, but through some ridiculous pride, he managed to keep it in... For now.

Eventually, your hands returned and groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading them apart to reveal his hole, glistening from your saliva. Your thumbs pressed through the still tight cunt and they spread the puffy rim, all while your eyes remained fixated on the sight you've been dreaming about for years.

Kaeya began breaking when he felt the head of your cock press against him.

"NO!" He struggled, pathetically twisting and turning like a caught prey desperate for it's unreachable freedom. It amused you, the way he thought he could get away with this.

"HELP! Somebody, help me!" He cried out, feeling his eyes prickle with tears before a choked sound of pain escaped through his lips as you breached him.

He howled into the ground when he felt you press through his unprepared hole, your fat cock digging through the tight rim, forcing it to spread apart to accommodate your girth. It felt like being speared by hot iron; it fucking burns.

But to you, it felt like you've ascended to Celestia itself. You couldn't believe it, you thought you were in a blissful dream. Because here you are, Kaeya Alberich underneath you, taking in your cock even if unwillingly. It dawned upon you that this may be the only chance you'll ever get, so you'll savor every moment of it.

Kaeya was writhing and crying out the entire time as you took your sweet, agonizing time with pressing your cock into him. His sobs echoed through the night sky, pleading for mercy while desperately calling out for help. Luck was not on the captain's side tonight, as not even one patrolling guard could be seen anywhere.

"Stop! Stop, please!" He sobbed, voice hoarse and painful. "Agh! It hurts- fuck, it hurts!"

"Shh..." You whispered into his ear, sighing as your hips finally met his round ass. "You'll enjoy it soon, dear captain..."

And before he knew it, you grabbed his hips, pulled out and slammed back into him. His back arched beautifully as he screamed into the air, pain filling his entire being.

"Archons, you feel so good..!" You gasped, relishing in the way Kaeya squeezed so perfectly around your cock, his walls moulding perfectly around the intricate shape of your dick. "You feel amazing, Sir Kaeya! I'm gonna fuck you so good, captain, I promise!"

"N-No—!" He couldn't even finish his sentence when you thrusted once more, sending jolts of agony through his trembling body. It hurt, it burned, it stung and it was nothing but pure torture for the young captain. His body rocked alongside each snap of your hips, paired with the pained yet pleasured sounds pouring out of his mouth, he was the picture of a dicked down slut itself.

The sight was utterly beautiful for you. Kaeya, underneath you - even if he was facing away - shuddering and moaning as he took in your cock like the good whore he is. And his cunt gave you pleasure beyond what a man should be worthy of receiving. You couldn't help but thrust into him like an unyielding piston, fucking him mercilessly, brutally, cruelly. It was suddenly so much easier to thrust, and you know well that Kaeya's skin had broke and bled. Perhaps it was his battered body's form of mercy, to provide lubrication even if it meant bleeding.

No matter, because you only grinned in delight. Kaeya's blood was on your skin, and you couldn't be more happier.

You fucked him raw and deep, your large cock drilling into his insides and threatening to break him. His legs trembled like a wilting flower, unable to hold himself up if not for the hands that kept his ass up. His hair was all over his face, and you couldn't catch a glimpse of his beauty as he took your dick.

You decided that you didn't like that.

In a swift motion, you turned him around so he's laying on his back. Steam blew out of your nose at the ravishing sight of Kaeya's red, tear-streaked face, eyes rolling back into his head as he pants heavily. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, he didn't even have the strength to stop your hands as you hikes his knees up to his chest. His flexibility impressed and aroused you, so you began fucking him once more.

"P-please..!" He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan as you fucked into his prostate. "Stop, stop it, please..! Hahh..! I-I can't— not anymore..! Let me g-go..!"

"How could I ever..?" You frowned, utterly repulsed by such an idea. How could you ever, when you finally had him in your grasp? Mercy, what a foolish idea. There was no need for mercy when desire had taken over, and your desire took over everything.

His slender, svelte body bounced as you pounded into him yet again, wanton moans escaping those plump lips that you couldn't help but devour them once more.

Kaeya weakly tried to push you off as your ravenous lips and tongue made a mess down his mouth. You tasted every bit of his wet cavern, the tip of your tongue trailing all over his cheeks and gums that he couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation. You could feel his salty tears even in his mouth, and just like every part of him, it was sweet and delicious.

You broke the kiss with an audible pop, and admired Kaeya's now red and glistening lips. Saliva trailed out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down to the ground as he panted once more.

A debauched whore, you thought.

Wanting to taste more, your pulled against the cleavage hole of his blouse until his choker ripped off, allowing you more access through his slutty shirt. His nipples were brown and perky, budding in sensitivity the moment your thumbs rolled them, that you couldn't help but salivate.

Your lips wrapped around those trembling buds and Kaeya whined loudly.

"N-No..!" He cried, weakly punching against your back. "Stop, please! Please!"

Oh, poor cavalry captain, begging so pathetically. He must be feeling so humiliated right now, having his body used up like an object, all at your brutal mercy.

You sucked on his nipples vigorously, tongue lapping and swirling around his nubs while you occasionally clamped your teeth around them. Kaeya howled from the assault of pleasure that broke his mind, arching his back while trying to twist away from your grip. Your hips never ceased thrusting, and the feeling of having both his prostate and nipples abused drove him wild.

And then you grabbed his hardened, leaking cock, and all hell broke loose.

White liquid splattered all over his stomach as he cums with a scream, his bucking up as he came all over your hand. You ceased all movement immediately by the pleasant surprise, and slowly pulled off of his chest as Kaeya began panting from his forcefully pulled orgasm.

His eyelids fluttered open to find you grinning down at him.

"See?" Your lips stretched from ear to ear, rows of teeth glinting menacingly as you brandished your cum-stained hands. "You loved it."

"No..." Kaeya slowly shook his head, dawning horror settling upon him but he was too exhausted to lash out. "I didn't, I—"

"You came, Kaeya." You chuckled, "It means you think it felt good. You think my cock felt good, you whore. You like being fucked. And I'll indulge you, my sweet captain, until you're begging for more."

Kaeya felt you grab his arms, a strong grip pulling them down towards you, and threw his head back with a choked moan as you thrusted in deep. It didn't take long before you were fucking his battered body once more, returning the sting that multiplied from the oversensitivity of cumming.

"A-Ah—!!" He gasped, turning his head away as he felt the unwanted pleasure return once more. Why didn't you stop? When will you stop? Will you ever stop? He didn't know, but he just wanted this entire thing to be over. Why won't the Archons help him? Barbatos, why won't you rescue him?

The way you held his arms down forced him to press his tits together, and with each thrust you could see the mounds of flesh bounce along in sync. It was beautiful, so utterly ethereal, and it'll remain in your memory for the rest of your life.

Kaeya didn't know how long you fucked him until he felt your warm seed shoot out right into him.

It revolted him.

You groaned as you finally came, and was filled with euphoria immediately after. You came while fucking Kaeya Alberich. You came inside of Kaeya Alberich.

You pulled out, agonizingly slow for the captain, and watched the way your cum dripped out of his trembling hole.

You felt yourself rise again. Kaeya cries when he felt your hands spread his legs once more, begging for the mercy you've never had in you.

The next day, the cavalry captain resigned for unknown reasons. Unknown to everyone but you.

yours

nanami kento

photo by ShuOuma me thinks 

WARNINGS: IMPLIED KINDAPPING, YANDERE NANAMI, COLLARS, SHOCK COLLARS, PAIN / TORTURE, MIND BREAK, DARK THEMES, BELLY BULGE, WORSHIPPING, OBSESSION AND MANIPULATION, OVERSTIM, FERAL READER

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⌞ FRANTIC ⌝

... don't worry, you don't have to stay the same.

writing style: referring to yuuta's genitals as 'pussy / clit / labia (lips) / hole', 'juice'; rude language (used, fucked, abused, and the like), red text (xxx), random narration; drabble + headcanons, ± 5k words

content warnings: unhealthy behaviour (mutual obsessiveness, clinginess, mild manipulation, mild possessiveness), established relationship, pet names, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, teratophilia / monsterfucking, power imbalance, size kink / size difference, species dysphoria (several times explicitly mentioned)

hypersexuality, CNC (implied), heavy petting, quiet sex, rough sex (biting g., mild blood play), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mention of sex in front of a mirror, deep penetration + belly bulge + cervix fucking, tongue-fucking, face sitting, squirting, mild sadism / masochism, mild dirty talk, hyperstimulation (g.), forced orgasms + multiple orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), praise (r.), light body worship (g., r.)

darlings: yuuta okkotsu x vengeful cursed spirit!reader; dom!reader, monster!reader

#note: '#don't have a dick??? don't worry honey lmfao lol just tentacle fuck him' you are- /// as one great man said, "this bitch has no thoughts" (or something like that)

The first months... it was hard.

Even if you became a cursed spirit by your own (albeit posthumous) will, even if it seemed to you as if you had been living in this body for eternity, even if you began to get used to other sensations inside — it still felt wrong, and this difference made you feel... uncomfortable whenever the memories of the past surfaced in the head. It was as if your memory was mocking you, sneaking up in the form of old roads, photographs, a casual glance at the sky, familiar animals, this expression of his face, the flickering of light, Rika's movements — involuntarily reminding you of the past, to which you will never return either physically or mentally.

Big hands, big claws, formed too correctly and too incorrectly; sometimes you yourself did not know whether this was a real body or a shell, or whether the past body was a real body or a shell. At what point did "you" begin to exist? Did this "you" exist in the past? Or you have become "yourself" only now, when the cursed energy flowed through, turning into your body?

Even when you used to control it, using for own purposes, it was completely different from the present moment; the whole body is woven and permeated, you are the cursed energy, and not the "carrier" at all. Everything inside you was bubbling, ready to get out at any moment, but now you felt that it was all yours,

you were what wanted to get out,

and that's — that's wrong.

... Yuuta didn't bother at all. And didn't remind you of the past. And didn't even act like there was something 'wrong' with you. He only smiled tenderly in love when you were next to him again — or when you stretched out your paw to touch his head or cheek, and he grabbed it as if he was your toy. So tiny and cute. So gentle and trusting. As if you always looked like that — as if he fell in love with "such" you, who did not look like a human in anything but names, character traits,

and mad love.

For him.

Not that it's weird — it's hard not to adore him, even if Yuuta used to make you want to tease or bite him a little. But love 'before' and love 'now' were completely different, as if before you just wanted to bite him, just a small bite, now you wanted to make his whole body be in your bloody marks — if such comparisons sound correct, you are not sure, you are so not sure,

you just know that you need him;

it is your — and his — love that has become the reason why you are still here.

After all, you are here because of love. And he is here because of love.

But there is one "but".

Yuuta was anxious — always anxious, always nervous; too dependent, too meek, too easily giving up, too pathetic. He knew it himself.

In the end, no matter how often he encounters problems, he will run away and hide. It doesn't matter what he 'wants' or 'can', as long as he can hide in the sink. He doesn't need to go out if he can stay here forever. No one will see, no one will notice. Even if he is cold, going out with a fire is putting himself in danger of getting burned.

And he, he doesn't want to get burned — he wants to curl up and never turn around.

And you, you... you were different. Completely different — absolutely not his breed, not even close. You were a lush, luxurious flower, able to break through concrete, germinate in acidic earth, rising even when you are trampled — just to get the sun's rays and become the most delightful and admiring child of the earth, even if you don't know it.

And Yuuta was just an ugly crooked flying butterfly. The same butterfly that protects itself by looking scary and ugly, hoping that then it won't be eaten — and then turns out to be alone, because the flowers don't need it either.

You loved someone like him too much, even if there were definitely more deserving ones around — not that he ever drew your attention to it, though. At first it was soft and smooth, rather platonic; with silly smiles, a desire to get to know each other more, and these constant gatherings until his head starts to spin. Yuuta was one of those who are looking for connections and depth after a century of hunger — you were ready to give it to him, allowing to move indecently close, clearly ignoring the personal barriers that you went through as if it was an atavism in your relationship.

"He's really cute"? "You believe in him"? His face definitely looks so flustered, with those big doe eyes and a feverish blush, like he's sick — he even feels like started sweating oooouuuch — but you don't say you're joking. Even when he asks you if it's a joke.

... You were so majestic that it took his breath away.

And then you took his heart.

(maybe he should have taken your last name then, hahaha — but then he didn't even dare to dream about it)

It was slow anyway.

Tantalizingly slow.

As if he was being roasted on a low fire — with these politely greedy touches, quiet cooing whispers and too intimate glances — instead of immediately burning.

You moved, you controlled; even if Yuuta desperately clung to your hand to get even more kisses until you tried to calm him down, you both understood that 'he will get a kiss or not' depends only on you while he tried to take as much as he can — maybe that's why your attempts to convince him to relax were like trying to make it clear to a dehydrated person that they can always get water whenever they want.

But it wasn't a bad thing. It was good. You liked-

...

You adored when Yuuta desperately clung to you, or when he tried to kiss you as skillfully as possible (even if was completely disorderly), or when he didn't know where to put his hands, except to wrap them around you, which made you snuggle even closer.

Or when he doubted for hours whether he could take your hand or put his hand on you, and you had to do everything yourself until he got used to the realization that you liked his touch — and that his almost old-fashioned courtship with closing eyes at the hint of any nudity, borrowing clothes and too respectful addresses, were very cute. Even if his courtship is like dating a friend, you didn't mind — and didn't notice that everything had long gone beyond the "friendly" framework, grabbing his hair, greedily kissing, leaving a bite mark on his lip.

Yuuta is cute. Dating him is like dating a friend — loyal, honest, caring, real.

But for some reason you couldn't treat him as a friend — the only thing he looked organically like was your partner.

When you pressed him against the wall or bed again, making him blush, but knowing that he wouldn't try to get out, even if you were too rude. After all, his body will definitely be able to withstand... you.

“Let's do it again.”

How do you say you would like to greet me?

Yuuta blushes, looking away with a confused expression that has lost all previous confidence, but when you press your palm to his cheek, he embraces it, snuggling like a toy.

“Greet each other with kisses?.. I...”

...

..

.

“I want you to kiss me all the time”

The kiss comes out messy and wet, — almost feel him whining, — but Yuuta is so rosy with shame and delight that you can't stop, forcing him to continue the kiss, grabbing his face to prevent from pulling away until you hear plaintive moans.

Yuuta is so cute. Your good friend. Perhaps the best boy that can exist.

And it really suits him to be your partner.

“... Thank you...”

“Why?... Oh, I'm sorry! I mean- why do you think I'm going to stop loving you because of something like that?.. I love you not only for your looks, my beloved.”

Yuuta is not a liar.

And not a manipulator.

And not paranoid.

And not someone who takes advantage of bad situations. If he could, he would do anything just to keep you alive — no matter the price or the consequences.

... But now you can't leave. You will not be able to leave without his desire; you will never be without him — and he will never be without you. Now you are one, unable to live without each other and not wanting it.

The only thing that matters to you — now — is him.

He doesn't question your early love at all; after all, you loved him, and that's the most important thing that matters. But right now, right now the only thing that matters to you is your love and your desire to be with him. Only he is in the center of your attention — forever.

You won't be able to find someone else anymore, or fall out of love with them, or realize that you need a break. You can no longer feel that there is too much or too little of him, or that he is not around too often. You will always be there — it doesn't matter where exactly he will be or where exactly you will be.

Yuuta knows that you love him. You've always loved him. But now, when your clawed paws gently-gently wrap around him to take in your arms, — you lift him up with such ease as if he is weightless, — for some reason, he feels even more loved. You must practically not feel him in your hands — he is so small compared to you, almost like a puppy or a kitten, but you still hold him tightly to you in a protective gesture, knowing how much he loves this. Or when you can easily hug his head with the palm of your hand — perhaps Yuuta was obscenely small.

Your tiny human.

All people are so fragile and light, like butterflies, or tiny moths flying into the light, but your, your human is even more fragile — and naive. Have you ever been so defenseless? Are these really the same feelings that Rika feels when she looks at him? No wonder she's so patronizing — everything about him is so small and refined, elegant, perfectly finished, not at all like yours.

Maybe... maybe your body isn't as bad as you thought; maybe it was even a good thing that now you are so different — even if there is nothing "completely human" left in you. You didn't even realize before that he could be so sensitive and unable to stand up for himself. But now? Even when you touch his skin with your teeth, he is silent, breathing heavily, allowing you to do whatever you want — everything about him is so soft and tender, easily breaking from even the lightest bite or stimulation; so needy for tenderness.

... Kissing is hard — at least for an ordinary person, but you always knew that he was special. Although, maybe you should feel more astonished when he passionately kisses you, even if you are not quite suitable for the usual 'kisses' that you have given in the past.

But he was always a little too desperate and thirsty.

And you loved it.

Yuuta is so delicate — his body seemed to be almost crystal because of its fragility, sensitive to even the most gentle touches, trustingly open and obedient regardless of your actions; just a little more rudeness, a little more pressing — and it will crumble, unable to bear such an attitude... if it's not you. If it's not your claws almost scratching his thighs when you try to lift them higher so you can get a better look, or if it's not your paws gently trying to get rid of his clothes, slowly rubbing his wet pussy, lightly pressing on his stomach.

"If it's you, then it's okay" — even when your fangs touch his trembling inner thigh, sensitive and bare, Yuuta only moaned sweetly-painfully, covering eyes with hand, slightly drooling while his body painfully freezes again, trying to predict when you will make a new bite.

He was like a small prey in the hands of a huge predator.

... Maybe that's why you started to like being rough so much; to see his face become as ruddy as his skin covered with your marks, until you feel satisfied, as if looking at a work of art. So adorable when almost cries, but does not dare to look away from the new blooming mark, much more than you could ever leave in the last body. And even when you bend slightly, holding his hips, wanting to express concern, Yuuta only smiles lovingly exhausted.

“It's, uh, a-all right... don't worry... h-honey...”

Of course everything is fine. Would he say anything else?

A new bite, dangerously close to his groin, feels even too good when his legs are seized by a new tremor — but your claws hold too tight to allow him to squirm.

“H-honey, It's- it's f-fine! I- I like it!”

On Yuuta's skin, the bites bloom like flowers. And he is nothing more than a butterfly.

Your butterfly.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

He is very cute... and very tiny. In fact, one of your palms (or what looks like it) can easily wrap around his head, or wrap around his figure to snuggle, completely hiding him in you — he's like your little toy that doesn't even try to escape, allowing you to snuggle up to his warm, though not very soft body.

Unlike the situation that was before, with his very tall stature perfectly combined with his thin figure, which made him seem even taller, now it is obvious that Yuuta will have to lift his head — even if you tilt yours — to look into your eye(s). Probably, even the tactic of "standing on fingertips" will not help when you are definitely more than two heads taller — but do not react in any way, slightly teasing your now short beloved to get to you.

Not that Yuuta is too disappointed — even if you feel that he is experiencing something like this, having got used to the fact that he does not need to put so much effort just to touch your "neck". Was he ever as mean to you as you are to him now, forcing to try in every possible way to fly up to your face? He is sure that he is not — but you obviously have a different opinion, taking him as a kitten only when you clearly notice that he is puffing and blushing, starting to get tired and making this facial expression.

But Yuuta looks very pretty, swaying slightly on your paws, being unable to even touch the ground with the tips of his feet, and looking at you resentfully-shyly-enthusiastically when you pull him closer to you to kiss. Perhaps, if the past Rika had been here, she would certainly not have ignored it, at least for the first time — but, fortunately, Yuuta has become much more adept at controlling energy, not letting the current one feel that something is wrong with him while you continue this monstrous marital flirting, more more teasing him about changing the balance in your favor — at least physically.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta's body so responsive even to your most gentle touches, sliding over clothes — he is so gentle in himself, sparkly sensual when you touch him, drawing lines, as once in the past, but he reacts just as charmingly, squeezing his hips and blushing crimson.

Maybe you're a little territorial or possessive, wrapping clawed paws around him, just to make it clear that he's very busy with you — but Yuuta doesn't mind, hurriedly apologizing to others, using your behavior as a reason to leave. After all, no one wants to mess with a special class curse — and everyone around knows how capricious and jealous you are when it comes to your ex (?) beloved. It's definitely bad luck to be paired twice with curses that fell in love with him during their lifetime — while you drag him into a dark corner to kiss; even if your current form is not quite 'suitable' for this, Yuuta definitely doesn't mind, grabbing you, wrapping his arms around you, as if trying to wrap himself.

At least, the advantages of how inhuman you are now definitely feel when you know that no one will disturb, allowing you to get plenty of kisses from your pretty tiny human — even if it is now a little problematic to bite his neck unnoticeably or get under his clothes without tearing it. Fortunately, Yuuta understands you and your problems, undressing slightly to make you feel more comfortable, and hoarsely asking you to be careful when you wrap yourself around him — and you really try... at least at first.

... But then you help with the mess you've made, so it's an honest cooperation — as long as your claws touch his bare skin, trying not to leave red bruises, even if the only thing you want is to squeeze him in paws, almost forcing him to accept your rough caresses, from which he shivers, breathing raggedly.

If it were less crowded, it would be better.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

You only get really free time when find yourself alone, hoping that no one will be too friendly and curious to interfere — not that his attempts to be quiet even when you leave a new hickey on his thigh were not cute, or his desperate attempts not to move so as not to create noise when you teasingly slowly touch him, knowing that he can neither ask nor beg you — otherwise he will be heard, unable to control his voice when so excited, while you slide higher, ignoring his whining, touching the swollen clit.

... In the end, Yuuta is more than charmingly attractive when you try to gently rub him through his underpants, making the fabric soak, casually accidentally rubbing too roughly, making him moan with excitement to immediately press palm to face harder, mewling, desperately hoping that he will not be heard. However, you are not sure, that these soft sounds can not be heard, but you can't even tell him anything, just continuing to methodically make him tremble harder, watching the fabric become more and more sticky.

But even if you want to say what a pervert he is, — being so excited about being shamelessly groped, while there is definitely a confused person behind the door, — you know that Yuuta already understands this and feels even hotter, allowing you to continue paw him, slightly scratching in more exposed places; but even when you bring pain, he only whines pliably, too absorbed and excited, not resisting at all or complaining when you get too intense, clearly ignoring how easily you can break his body.

Something like “too enthusiastic for someone being fucked by a monster” is on the tongue — but the blunted realization that "monster" is you sobers you up, too venomously than you could imagine, forcing you to stop almost painful flirting for a moment to restore the bitterness that has flared up.

“It is ok. It is ok that you react this way, it is part of self-awareness; you have retained consciousness, which in itself is the main thing; the human brain has a wonderful property of adapting” — because you don't have any other choice, do you? Sooner or later you will get used to the fact that instead of soft hands you have hard clawed paws, or that your body now looks like someone's terrible nightmare, it's not so significant as if "you" were not there at all, so it's not so bad, it could have been worse for you, you're quite lucky — or you want to hope for it. His hands are soft, warm, — not at all like yours, — but his gaze is the same as always, gentle and loving, as before.

Even if you are a monster, you are quite lucky to have a partner who accepts you even like this...

“I, I just wanted to say that you always look... enchanting. I would even say- incomparable, and... uh... You may think otherwise, but for me you... will always be the most attractive — it doesn't matter if you are a person, or a spirit, or someone else; you are amazing not because you are someone, you are amazing because you are.”

“... Unless I'm going crazy, and you know what I'm talking about, but, uh, I've never met someone greater than you — and more breathtaking, and... and that didn't change after your — uh — p-physical form... changed... I even think that, um, maybe, maybe you've gotten even... hotter?.. You know, with your fangs and claws, and when you can lift me up easily, or when you look at me, and- uhhh...”

“It's starting to sound weird, but- I want you to know that I'm not shy about it and I'm not shy about you, you're just so loving that I can't help but love you, no matter who you are- or, more precisely, what you look like... but even if you change, you don't need to worry, I- I'll love you anyway. Just because you are.”

It's still unusual to kiss him — the absence of lips in the human understanding hinders a little, but Yuuta is thrilled when you snuggle up to him, completely hiding his figure with yourself, as if hiding him from the whole world. His thighs are wet, but warm, and easily begin to tremble when you continue to caress without teasing, giving him what he wants, leaving messy spots. And you hope that the prying ears are already gone.

Because if not, then Yuuta will definitely have to think about explaining afterwards why he was so noisy, since making him cum several times in a row is the least you can do, hearing him sob-praising you even when his head is buried in the pillow.

⌞ ℘ ⌝ — interlude

Yuuta was always a little shy — at first; it seemed no matter if it was the first time or the hundredth, he had an unconscious habit of squeezing his hips if there was a "risk" that you would see him from below, or not leave the light on, or hold your face in front of him for passionate kisses even when your fingers stretch under his moans — but your eyes have no right to look anywhere but his face or chest. It was almost possessive, as if he was trying to make you look only at him, but was too insecure to let you see more than you were "supposed" to.

Caress, squeeze, spank, rub — but don't look too closely or interested if you don't want to make him embarrassed and try to cover up pathetically, even when you force him to cum on you again, grabbing his hair for a new rough kiss to which he responds hungrily, wrapping his legs around you. And maybe, maybe you could get used to it, but the harder Yuuta tried to hide it, the stronger your desire to see and touch became; to make him squirm on your tongue from another orgasm, to make him beg to stop teasing his clit with weightless kisses — and not to feel how he shyly presses his hips together if your eyes drop below his stomach.

You had no intention of portraying a victim at all — rather, you felt like a hunter whose prey is constantly slipping away, especially when Yuuta answered your questions with an uncertain mumble and reached for a new kiss, moaning on the lips when your fingers touch his inner thigh. But even if you were cooing how much you wanted to see his pretty pussy, even if Yuuta was approvingly mewling while you fingered him, you only had to give him a hint — and his hips were together faster than either of you realized something. But he tried — he really tried, convincing himself that there was nothing strange about it, that he was ready to do even dirtier things, but only your gaze turned out to be lower — and he felt unbearably hot because of shame and excitement and sought to get rid of this feeling.

... Maybe that's why, when, after long foreplay and kisses mixed with confirmation and praise and even more confirmation, Yuuta finally spread his legs — in front of the mirror, allowing you to sit behind and watch him in the reflection, arranging yourself so as not to let him bring his hips together again, even if this is his first instinct when he sees the sparkle of your eyes.

Even if his pussy is throbbing perversely while you are looking at it in the mirror, even without a hint of touching, everything is fine, it's fine, he agreed to it himself — “or at least you won't ask for it anymore” he thinks almost with tears when your fingers begin to gently stretch him and immediately become completely wet due to an overabundance of juice. Not exactly what you expected, is it? He's such a pervert — but he couldn't help but get excited when you looked at him like that. You know how sensitive he is, even if it's 'just a look'... or did you know and did it on purpose, teasing him? Doesn't matter, though — it can't stop flowing out, leaving stains on the sheets, and it's too late to stop now, and only you are to blame for your dissatisfaction, he warned you earlier,

but when you start rubbing his clit, Yuuta can't help but moan, distracted from self-deprecating thoughts — and abruptly exhales when your fingers begin to gently stretch him, gradually becoming rougher and stronger, making the leaking juice soak the fabric under his plaintive whining when the touches become too intense. A searing whisper about how adorable Yuuta looks, being so wet and rosy, while you fondle his pussy, squeezing around your fingers, — too pretty and needy, — only leaves a trembling wet kiss on your face when he cums — allowing you to continue watching.

A quiet purring “thank you” responds with something burning inside you.

... Maybe it really was a little too much for him; maybe it was what he was afraid of before — but when Yuuta moaning-whining from the most fleeting touches to his swollen clit, too sensitive from rubbing, while his hole, abused due to constant thrusts, cannot stop pulsating, too stretched and wet, you're a little... ashamed.

Maybe making him cum until he repeats the words about how cute he is was a little too much — or making sure that in the end he won't be able to think about anything, even about you, when you're done.

Yuuta was a little stubborn from time to time — you had no choice, you wanted to make sure that he would not forget what was happening and your words, even if it might not have been worth his inability to stop shaking from orgasms of his body, or a misty tearful look, or the inability to sit down normally, but hope for your help so as not to let him slide down somewhere. But you can be proud of yourself, gently pushing his slippery warm labia apart, to which he responds with a long exhale into your neck — although almost casually a quiet "don't worry, next time I'll make sure your pussy is cleaned" makes the exhausted Yuuta come alive again and twitch in your hands.

At least he doesn't squeeze his thighs — or simply doesn't have the strength to do it.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Claws are a little hard — every time you can't get rid of the worry that you will accidentally scratch.

Yuuta assures that this is absolutely not a problem, he can always take care of such wounds — but you still can't help but be too tense when undressing him, taking off his sticky underwear, feeling the desire coo because of the ruddy shy expression of his face while you spread his wet thighs. Even if Yuuta is clearly blushing shyly and tacitly disagrees — he is no less handsome from below, especially when you carefully, very carefully push his labia apart, trying not to leave unwanted wounds, but leaving cold touches that make the hot body shudder.

He's just too pretty, especially when grabs the sheets, — watching you gently stroke him, rubbing sensitive swollen clit, — but at the same time continues to whisper that everything is fine, he likes what you're doing, even when you grab his thigh to pull him closer, forcing to lean back in shameless pose, not allowing him to cover up or at least squeeze hips when you become too carried away by his pussy, which perceives even the lightest strokes too well. It doesn't matter how many times you touch him — Yuuta remains the same wet and trembling, as if you are getting under his clothes for the first time, slowly teasing until he starts to whine too desperately, trying to wrap his thighs around you.

After all, people, unlike spirits, are fragile and delicate — and when your tongue lightly rubs his overly sensitive clit, Yuuta can't help but sob, blushing even more because of the wet sounds. Whispering something excitedly timidly to you, feeling you go down lower, gently licking his juice-soaked lips, letting him get used to teasing touches that change faster than he understands — before lifting his hips again, moving to a more comfortable position for you, taking away even the shyly soothing thoughts that he is not "too openly naked" for you when his pussy is shamelessly exposed in front of your face. Squeak of surprise is drowned out by a moan when you push away the pretended tenderness — as well as his attempts not to be loud and needy when your tongue continues to greedily eat him, ignoring the whining that it's too much when he himself unsuccessfully tries to make your tongue rub his clit harder.

But it's not that you mind looking at his charmingly pointless attempts to squirm pathetically while you make him tremble intensely again from the approaching climax.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta is pretty — both from below and from above.

Thick curved labia, easily getting wet from the lightest arousal; the clit, hidden under the hood, becoming swollen as soon as you touch it, paying much more attention than he expects until it gets bigger; curly short hair, from pressing to which he constantly squeaks, even when expects it. Maybe he could convince you earlier to "not look there", but what can he do when you are already too obsessive, forcing his hips to wrap tightly around you while you eat him, forcing him to tear his voice from moans and screams when you get too carried away, pushing closer and closer to the fourth orgasm until hand does not grab you and does not force you to continue — not allowing to teasingly pull away and leave him halfway.

Even if Yuuta whines that everything is fine when you pull away again, leaving him frustratingly suspended — it's not that you can go anywhere when can't even get out of a tight grip. At least you can breathe and are not even pressed as tightly as he wants, so it's quite merciful for teasing his "naked sensitivity".

After you changed, it became both easier and more difficult — although now his habit of kicking slightly during orgasm has ceased to be at least some kind of hindrance, your tongue was long and thick, which seemed to be a problem for a tight and easily recovering Yuuta at first, especially when he whined for you to drive deeper, stretch harder, but you teasingly carefully licked his lips and clit, only slightly pushing inside — to immediately stop, for fear of being too rough with his body.

Your body is bigger, as is your tongue, and going along with an excited Yuuta seemed too traumatic — in a previous life you weren't even conditionally so intense, but he was too desperate and excited, begging you to stop teasing him and give him what he wants, he knows that you understand him, he it only takes a little bit, just a little bit, and you... you couldn't say 'no' when Yuuta was so needy. And you quickly learned that, in addition to tightness, your beloved was extremely malleable and thirsty when your tongue is driven into him, fucking too deep for him to even breathe normally — but hearing only whining and pleading to continue while his stomach is filled with you, too intense and rough to even touch the clit, but Yuuta feels too good to let you stop, feeling his juice-soaked hole stretch, abused by you to unconsciousness, as if you used him to relax, senselessly fucking your handsome human until he gets sick.

And when you grab his hips, slamming harder and rougher, fleetingly rubbing clit, Yuuta can't help but drool, feeling you deep inside, mercilessly fucking him until he begs you to stop, bringing his pussy to a ruined state — but it's too good for him to realize anything but painfully sweet stretching and aching closeness.

And fullness.

Delightful fullness.

As if he is finally whole, being filled to the brim, surely after that he will recover for a long time — and this thought is given to the excitement in the lower abdomen.

You're really having fun, aren't you? With this admiring expression, even when the only thing Yuuta does is shamelessly accepting all your tenderness, whining, you still look so in love with him, as if at the most delicious thing you have; too good for him, too attractive, greedily eating him, getting almost to cervix, passionately hammering; why his body starts to tremble even more — because how passionate you are or from something growing inside him when he looks at you?

When body starts to shake differently, harder, and hole flutters around your tongue, a quiet touching whine and grabbing of the fabric is enough for you to understand everything — ignoring his inarticulate muttering until it is interrupted by loud moans.

... It's not that there wasn't something before that his body became so excited and stuffed, but you'd be lying if you said you were expecting squirt. Yuuta was so tense and shy that even later, when his body learned to relax and stopped being so tense because of thoughts about your reaction, he still needed additional affection and words. But looking at his ruddy face, perfectly combined with thighs wet with juice and saliva and pussy unable to stop throbbing, you have to admit that maybe your transformation was really a good event.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta is not heavy, but his weight matches his height — for better or worse, so when you want to convince him to sit on your face, he does not resist, even if his face is as red as strawberries, but never allows himself to be too passionate or carried away, for fear of hurting you with his carelessness. In the end, his weight is definitely not something that every person can stand, and if he somehow harms you in such an intimate moment... it will forever be remembered by him as the most terrible event in his life.

But, in the end, there are a lot of other ways to leave him wet not only because of excitement, even if making Yuuta ride your face means giving up his orgasm or doing it very gently and carefully.

However, riding your face when you are so big that you can easily block him from anything is a different experience. You can easily break him using a few movements, but instead wrap your strong paws around his hips, almost leaving scratches, and he feels especially excited looking at your likeness of a face, feeling tongue rubbing between his lips.

You look so amazing, absolutely absorbed in the view, casually caressing his clit and licking the juice flowing down his thighs, from touching which Yuuta moans softly, but not trying to move in any way, allowing you to decide for yourself what you want to do next, even when the tip of your tongue teasingly draws a wet line on his body.

In the end, Yuuta is more than predictable in his reaction when you slide inside, pushing his lips apart, gradually filling him more and more, but not letting him move, stopping and continuing at your will until your tongue is deep enough, making a bulge, and Yuuta begins to fidget slightly, giving you know about his impatient mood. Too excited for someone who can easily find himself in a painful situation because of one unsuccessful movement — but considering how often you stretched him, forcing him to abandon the usual tightness in favor of the primal desire to be shamelessly fucked by you, maybe it was predictable.

When your paws try to give support for his palms to don't take your tongue all the way to cervix, even if his thighs can't stop shaking with excitement and anticipation — Yuuta even looks cute when he tries to look at you, while carefully rises to immediately descend, stretching himself and whining from this, but continuing to look at you even when biting lips. He is just as tiny, even if you regularly prepare him for such a thing — too tight and sensitive, although desperately trying to straddle you, despite his inability to stop trembling due to the excitement of your appearance under him and your tongue inside him.

But even when you start moving, unable to withstand the slow rhythm and pliably shrinking pussy, Yuuta can only shamelessly moan, trying to move his hips towards you despite the desire to stop and let you do everything yourself, driving into his cervix despite the painful sensations that make him only more thirsty and excited.

Or when Yuuta asks you not to move, leaving you deep inside him, even if he wants to move desperately — but he is only rubbing his clit, feeling how you touch him very gently, without interrupting him, but giving a sweet feeling of fullness and heat, from which his hips — which you continue to hold tightly clawed paws — tremble even more.

Do you like what you see?

Yuuta would rather die of shame than ask it out loud, but he really hopes so, because the sight of you under him, completely focused only on him and on him alone, only pushes him even more to orgasm.

You are really too attractive than you can even imagine — and he can tell you about it when he cums, whining something, almost choking with saliva when you start to move gradually, without interfering with his fondling the clit.

Too attractive.

he's more of a stay-at-home guy... okay, he's absolutely a terrible stay-at-home guy who likes to go outside only in some bouts of "walking" before returning home.

even if your transformation has made you less suitable for dating outside or generally less capable of ordinary "human joys", Yuuta will be happy to lie next to you while reading a book, or think about how old games can be adapted for your comfort, or try to involve you in old household things / 'flirting' with attention on your species features — or just wrap around you like a koala around a branch, because he lacks your touch and presence, even if you are now constantly around him, to the extent that you have actually become very friendly with the "new Rika".

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.

Omg dollification and hypno with Malleus I bet he’d love it. Cause just imagine such a powerful magic user, prince of the fae, grandson of Maleficent, all under your control.

A magicless human making his brain all empty. Clearing out any doubts or worries he may have just so he can only think about being your pretty little doll. He doesn’t have to control anything, he just needs to sit back and let you do his hair and makeup, maybe dress him up a little. He just needs to sit there looking pretty and be a good, empty-headed, boy for you. <3

OH YES YES YES TO ADDING HYPNO TO DOLLIFICATION 👁️👁️

I imagine he has trouble getting into his headspace one day and you offer hypnotizing him to get him there. I suspect he'd doubt your ability to get him under a trance, but to his (and your) surprise it works!

But not only does it simply work, it works so well- so much better than just being in sub space- that he gets hooked. He feels empty headed, and completely under your control and possession, just like a doll. Malleus looks more doll-like with the hypno too, his eyes are glassy and clouded from it, staring right ahead. He can sit for hours without getting the least bit restless under your hypnosis, because you can just command him not to feel uncomfortable.

Plus, if he's feeling more like a rag doll, the lack of control over his own body would compliment that desire so well! And when he gets out of the hypnosis he feels so calm and collected and relaxed. Such a fun mix up!!