Full Of You ♡

Firsts With Tighnari

FTM!Tighnari x Top!TransMasc Reader

No AFAB language ver (AO3)

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

Contains: Cunnilingus, Fluffy Smut, Handjobs

Words: 1,146

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gonna come Nari-" You groan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Cw of edging,and implied pegging.) I've been thinking (I don't know if this is sexy or if its just me but), barbatos probably wears a LOT of layers for his clothes, so it's the thought that you bring him back to your room and try to get those layers off, he's got so many so to tease him you say you won't let him cum if hes not full naked, the pure shock in his eyes as he struggles to get the outfit off, but to make it harder for him you fuck him while he's struggling, so now he's struggling to either edge himself and allow you to fuck him senseless or get his clothes off to cum and possibly not get a full experience of being immersed. (Sorry it's a bit long and might not be good, I just thought of it 5 minutes ago)

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I love this!!!

Yes Barbatos does wear a lot, I think he does it to be formal?? But also, it must take a while to get them all off, so just imagine rubbing him through his clothes and he can barely feel it, it’s frustrating because he can see you touching him but he can’t feel it.

Then, you edge him like that and he’s already desperately trying to get the clothes off but he can’t, he can’t focus enough to undo his clothes and continue.

He is whimpering and begging you to please just help him get undressed, he needs to cum, it hurts!

Barbatos is so relived when you finally start to help him. But you don’t get him fully undressed, just enough you could start pegging him and having fun teasing hom

Drinking More Than Just Alcohol

Bottom!FTM Kaveh x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | Uses AFAB Language

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

📝 1,108 Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Much to your dismay, he is not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kaveh moans, feeling his peak rising.

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

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

You pull away and let him breathe properly.

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

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

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

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

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

Kaveh whimpers. "Please.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

death and rebirth

content warning : dom! gn! reader. 2nd person pov(“you”). punishments. impact play (spankings). dacryphilia.

KAZUHA's cheeks burn with embarrassment as the hot tears roll down the swell of his face. He's lost count of how many spankings he's earned, but it felt well into the hundreds. You coo in a sickeningly saccharine way, his legs twitching as you rub over the bright red welt on his ass cheek. "Poor baby, but this punishment is one you need, or else you'll never learn." All Kazuha can do is bite back his whimpers and nod at your words.

"T... Thank you for the punishment." He manages to get out between heavy breaths. "I'll b- be so good from now on, r... really!" Kazuha turns to look at you, eyelashes glistening with his tears, yet a somewhat blissed glaze over his eyes. "Thank you, thank you for teaching me b- better!"

"Kazuha..." There is woe in your sigh, although Kazuha can quickly discern that it's a mocking one. "Who said I was done? No need to thank me... yet." You raise your hand, and before Kazuha can process your words, you've landed another harsh smack to his ass, enjoying the sight of the flushed skin jiggle.

Kazuha let's out another deafening scream, his nails digging into your thighs. He can no longer hold back the loud sob, hiccups and screams of mercy escaping his bite-swollen lips. It stings, he can feel it in his bones now, as his legs kick straight out at yet another spank. "P- Please!" He cries out, blubbering at the pain, "Please! I- I- I've been good! I learned my lesson! I won't do it again! I won't!" Your hand stills, and you grab his chin and make him look at you.

"Kazuha, if you ever pull that shit you did earlier, I won't be as kind. Do you understand?" Kazuha nods frantically, promising over and over and over again. You look him over, and finally, you stop with his punishment. "So, what do you say now that I'm done?"

"T... Thank you for the spankings."

"Good boy, Kazuha." You press a kiss to the crown of his head. "Let me lay you on the bed and apply some ointment." Kazuha sniffles, nodding and allowing you to pick him up and lay him in his stomach on the bed, before going to get some cream to soothe the burning of his red cheeks.

+ comments & reblogs are always appreciated!

Cuddles with Belphie.｡o○

Content Warning:None! Just plain fluff♡

You cuddle up with Belphie being the little spoon. It’s nice, he thinks. You two are curled up in front of a TV watching some random show. Your legs are tangled together under the blanket as you both lie on the bed snuggled into each other. He feels your breathing slow down and you fall asleep before him, and he smiles fondly at you. He can feel his own eyes starting to droop but he doesn’t want to go to sleep yet, not when he has the perfect person right next to him.His hand rests above the back of your head and gently tucks a few of your hair behind your ear. His eyes flicker across your face and he smiles, loving how peaceful and relaxed you look. He watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your breaths coming out even and peacefully♡

(My obsession with this man isn’t normal but oh well)

Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

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

Michael loves lurking around the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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