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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.

A ring for your heart

-I just noticed that I never said it, but most of the time (if not every time) the reader is taller than the character. I may be a bit dumb, okay?

I have never written something like that in my life before, so I'm unsure if it's good enough. But food is here anyway-

a.n: I finished this at 5 am and fall asleep before publishing it, I hate myself sometimes, I just had to press one button and I forgot, please don't hate me angels

Part.2 - Part.4

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔, 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥! ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 '𝕤𝕚𝕣', 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜

-𝟝𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

(𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣)

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were a banker, and Pantalone was your special client if you could call him that way. He was a particular rich man, really intelligent and with a charm that nobody could deny. He was someone you really admired, he was clever, and it was not uncommon that you would end up enjoying a cup of tea after work.

After some time being Pantalone's personal banker, you ended up being a part of the Fatui. The reason? The salary. You weren't interested in their motivations, you were just doing your work and going back to your house after. You weren't fond of the Fatui or Harbingers, most of them were just crazy guys wanting to kill people under a god's orders. So… puppets.

The only other Harbingers you were in contact with, except Pantalone obviously, was Pulcinella. The older man was quite easy to rely on, always calm and smart, you knew he was taking care of Childe's family whenever he was doing a mission, even sending sweets to his brothers and sisters. It became a habit for the older man and you to leave some sweets or tea boxes inside each other's office while the other was away.

This week has been hellish, nobody was doing their work right and money suddenly started to disappear. You were losing your mind over the matter, who was dumb enough to steal from the Fatui? You spend days and nights searching in every registers a flaw, something you could have missed.

But you were an intelligent man, and you knew you haven't made any mistake. You were glad to keep everything in the archives, even after months and months, as you could, in case, prove that you haven't done anything. And with tons of papers under your arms, you leave your office to meet with the 1st Harbinger. You could yourself sweat a little at the thought of being alone with this man, with other people around, no problem. Alone? No way in hell.

Thankfully for you, he called you while a meeting was held. As you enter the room, all Harbingers were there. There were the ones who didn't care one bit about you, the 'I want to kill you' vibe the second you stepped in and the two you were comfortable with. You place the documents in front of Pierro, classed by month as you explain every flaw you have found, even before you were hired. Immediately, you confirm it was none of the 9 people standing around this table as you checked everything personally.

You see from the corner of your eyes that Arlecchino and Pulcinella were nodding at you as thanks, as you knew it was annoying for them if someone else was going to do it. After all, most people weren't trustworthy with money as the Fatui were greedy people. It was nice to know that even people like them could trust you.

Even if they weren't saying it, as the Harbingers were listening to you, they were impressed. Not only did you check everything from the last past months in detail in less than a week, but you also wrote down any issue, name of the person, addresses, absolutely everything, going to the extent of doing a background check. As Pierro dismissed you, you're surprised when he ruffles your hair, saying you did a good job. You leave with a discreet smile, ignoring the raising voices when the door closed behind you.

As you were half-asleep in your chair, head resting on your desk, your door opens in a silent creak. This week's work worn you out, and you only wanted to sleep. You yawn as you feel a warm hand touches your cheek, rubbing gently your jaw as the comforting touch lull you to sleep. You thought it was just your imagination as you fall asleep until a soft chuckle reaches your ears. You shot up from your seat, grabbing instantly the weapon at your side, the shining blade pressing against the intruder's neck.

Pantalone stands there, waiting for you to lower your weapon. With how fast you moved, you still made a small cut on his neck, the blood dripping slowly as it get to disappear in the fur of his coat.

“Why are so stressed today?”

His sweet voice calms you down as you put back the weapon to its original place, for an unknown reason, you were on the edge and someone suddenly standing next to you didn't help. Pantalone steps closer, redoing your hair and placing your coat correctly on your shoulders as he observes you. You could see his usual sly little smirk on his face as he kisses you quickly on the jaw.

“You were impressive.”

You would have heard that from anybody else, you would have thought they were making fun of you. But the way his eyes lit up, even just a bit, could tell he was genuinely impressed. You and Pantalone grew closer over the months, being the only two people approximately sane, that was something rare these days. Pantalone was the really smart one, talking about everything he knew while you were the curious and understanding one, sitting there and listening avidly about his recent favourite book and newfound knowledge.

Surprisingly, he was someone who liked physical contact, and it wasn't rare to find him nuzzling into your neck or resting his head on your shoulder. It took you by surprise at first but got used to it, you noticed how your coat or turtleneck would always have his perfume on it with how many times he was resting against you. When he was not giving that cold glare and fake sympathy to everyone, he was quite cute. He was either behaving like a snake or, around you, like a cute puppy.

Suddenly, before you could open your mouth to say something, you see him rummage through his pocket. He takes out a small box, a purple one wrapped in silky tissue, just the box itself looked so expensive. Gently, he gave it to you with a small smile, his prying eyes observing your reaction as you unwrap it conscientiously. As you open it, a small and discreet ring was carefully placed in the middle of the jewellery box. This ring seemed familiar, but you could not manage to remember where.

“Do you like it? It's a reward since you did such a good job.

I am certain you spend hours looking at those awful reports.”

He moved behind you, massaging softly your shoulders as you lean into him, your body giving up under the soft touch. It was unexpected that a member of the Harbingers could be this gentle and kind. You shiver as he moved to your head, massaging your temples, cold fingertips sending little shocks through your body. You yawn as you lean more into him, head lolling back as it rests on his shoulder. Pantalone felt his mouth water as the soft skin was so exposed, as he wonders what you would say if he bit you right now.

You were trusting him, and this feeling alone was making him have butterflies in his stomach. He was itching to let his hands wander, but he knew he could not. It was so tempting, as you rest against him, your warmth spreading onto his cold body, it always amazed him how hot your body was compared to him. He wanted to stay there forever against you, snuggle into your warmth as you do something else. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair to untangle it was always making him relax, being around you was a blessing. You were the only worthy person here, the other Fatui being useless and incompetent.

Whenever he was asking for something difficult or not, you would lend a hand or explain to him where he was wrong. And something that surprised him, was that you weren't after his money. Anytime he would try to pay for something, whenever it was the tea or dinner, you had already your money out. It was frustrating him to no end, he was the richest here, and you never asked him anything. How was he supposed to court you if you weren't accepting any of his gifts?

He knew you would refuse the ring, he knew it, but he still tried. And when you put it in your coat's pockets, his heart skipped a beat, as you finally accepted him. His mind was telling him that you were just accepting a gift, nothing more, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. He was so mad when Pierro ruffled your hair, and he was not the only one, but nobody was close to you except him. He could be the only one for you, those simpletons had no chance against him. Were they even able to buy a gift as grandiose as his? No way.

His smile widens as he sees your body temperature rise up, seems like it was starting to work. The aphrodisiac he asked Dottore to make in exchange for a good amount of money was working, he could feel himself being affected too. Imbibing the jewellery box was a good idea. He could hear you pant, his hands holding your side moving to the front of your torso, feeling the muscles with bliss. Your hips thrusted up as you grab his wrist, trying to stop him, but he knew your mind should already be fuzzy by now. You were too weak to stop his hand from sneaking under your shirt, pinching the skin. Each groan of yours could make him cum on the spot, but he wasn't satisfied.

He was glad to see you react to his touch, but you would usually put up a fight with him, forcing him to submit without knowing it. Everyone was treating him as royalty, as a genius so nobody dared to put him back into his place. But you weren't anybody, your sharp tongue breaking his ego whenever he was acting too pretentious. He wanted you to force him to kneel and apologize, lick your shoes and make him choke on your dick. But you were too docile, almost as an obedient dog, that's not what he wanted.

He remembers Dottore telling him that the effects would wear off nearly immediately after the first orgasm, and instantly, without a second thought, he was unbuttoning your pants. When you'll be back to normal, you would be mad at him, right? So you could potentially punish him for what he did. The thought of you glaring at him like you did whenever you were annoyed made his legs quiver. He needed the mean man that would put him back in his place, slap him and degrade him.

He thought he could just jerk you off quickly, but he may have underestimated you a bit. When he unbuttoned your pants and just slid down your underwear a little to take your dick out, the size left him stunned. He knew you would be big, you were taller and buffer than him after all, but this, that was too much, even for a greedy man like him. He was rendered speechless, staring dumbly as he didn't know what to do. His hand shakes as he was hesitant to touch it, legs closing involuntarily.

Unfortunately for him, the effects of the aphrodisiac were a tad stronger than he thought they would be, and when you grabbed his neck with a mean smile, he froze on the spot. Surely he was turned on to see this side of you, but something inside your eyes made him shiver in fear. Your hold was tightening around his neck, and when he tried to stop you by grabbing your hand, you caught his wrist, twisting it in the wrong direction. The cracking noise was so strong, that Pantalone thought it could have been heard outside, the sudden pain made him moan, the delicious feeling of raw strength breaking him.

He was used to getting hurt, he was a Harbinger after all, but never he felt so good after one of his bones was broken. He could cry from the pleasure of this, he wanted it to leave a bruise, so he could remember it. With a crazy smile, he placed his hands over the one that was choking him, asking you to break his neck. He trembled as he could feel your fingertips dig into his skin, legs quivering as his knees finally gave out. He was held up by your grip only, legs swinging uselessly into the air, but before you could really break his pretty neck, you let go.

A wicked smile on your face as you watch him struggle to stand up, whenever he was pushing himself up with his arms, you would kick into them, making him fall again. He was sniffling, humiliation filling his mind. He looked up at you with teary eyes, glasses sliding down his nose as he sees you turn your back to him. He was going to protest, call your name until he saw you sit back down on your chair, legs crossed, your elbow resting on top of your thigh as you watch him in amusement.

He called out your name weakly, never did he felt this powerless. He was just something useless clinging to you, some dirt under your shoe. You motioned for him to get closer, his eyes widened as he put all his strength in his arms to get up, he was so close to crying with happiness. Until you clicked your tongue, he goes rigid, blood run cold.

“Who told you to get up? Crawl.”

He was paralysed, you wanted him to crawl? He looked down as he did so, he heard you click your tongue again, and he hurried to get closer to you. As he was on his knees in front of you, your hand appear in his field of vision as you hold his jaw gently, almost lovingly. You slid your thumb over his lower lip, bringing it down softly as Pantalone opens his mouth. And you spat into his wide open mouth. He moans as he swallowed, letting his tongue loll out to ask for more.

“Aren't you satisfied with what I just gave you?

Are you so greedy that you can't even say 'thank you, sir'?”

He fumbled over his words, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. His thoughts were scattered until you slapped him, immediately he started to thank you over and over, tears sliding down his cheeks as he blushed crazily. It was as if the spot you slapped was on fire, he would have enjoyed it more if you weren't so disappointed in him right now. He needed to apologize for his behaviour.

You could see him panic, one of the smartest men panicking because he did not know how to apologize. You teasingly moved your feet in front of his face, testing if he was that desperate for you. Almost immediately, his hands hold your shoe as he kissed it, moving to your ankle as he was licking and sucking on any unmarked spot.

With a smile, you watched as your shoe got more and more covered in drool, he was lapping at it like a dog, panting and whining as his tongue met the leather. You hear a noise suddenly outside, and you grabbed his long hair, hiding him under your desk as your legs were caging him. You took the first document you saw, acting as if you were reading it. And that's when someone knocked on the door, you looked down to see Pantalone resting his head on your thigh, droopy eyes looking right back at you. You run your hand through his hair before telling the person to enter.

And you froze when Pierro opened the door, closing it immediately behind him. He sat on the chair in front of you, handing out some documents to you, you guessed it was about the issue from earlier and started to read immediately. Everything was going fine until your dear rich friend thought it would be a good idea to start jerking you off while sucking the tip of your dick. As you continue to act like nothing was happening, you're glad the subordinates outside are making so much noise to conceal the wet ones coming from under the desk.

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes off his gloves with difficulty, as one of his wrists was broken, sliding them into your pocket before using your precum to wet his hand a bit. And before you knew it, he was choking around your cock, the tip scratching the back of his throat as you watch his eyes roll back. You weren't even able to move your hand without the man in front of you noticing, you could feel his tears and drool mix together as it slides to the base of your dick, wetting your pants.

You stuttered once before focusing and speaking normally to Pierro, explaining where it looked suspicious and how you did not have the same data. He looked satisfied with your answer and only asked some more questions, you barely managed to conceal one of your groans with a cough before he could see how sweaty and twitching your hands were. As he left the room, he complimented you on your good work and ruffled your hair before leaving your office.

Pantalone was looking at you betrayed when he felt your cock twitched suddenly when Pierro talked to you like this. Unbeknown to him, it was because his teeth grazed one of the veins on the underside, sending the most powerful shiver through your body. You feel him pull back from your dick to complain, but you grabbed his hair, slamming his face down. You forcefully made him speed up the pace, listening to the choking and slurping sounds he was emitting.

At this point, you were just fucking his face, he was unable to breathe correctly, and he felt like he was going to pass out. So when he taps your thigh hoping you would let him breathe, he almost moaned when you pulled your dick out of his mouth. But when he tried to ask you to be gentle, you laugh out loud, tugging his hair roughly before being rougher than before. You were watching with bliss as his teary eyes lost their focus, metaphorical hearts forming into them when your hips stilled suddenly, as you shot your load into his throat. The warm cum covered the inside of his mouth, it tasted so strong he was sure it would alter his taste buds forever.

Any of his complaints from earlier left his mind as you were marking him, and his heart burst when you praised him, calling him your good boy as he was being the perfect pet. You pulled him off your dick as he was not doing it himself, still swallowing your load with a big dumb smile. But when he noticed how there was still some left on your shaft, you did not have the time to make a move before he was lapping at it, collecting every last drop of your release with whimpers and moans.

“I've been good, right sir?

Thank you so much for being so nice to someone like me.

Please can I have more, I'll do anything sir”

He looked high because of your cum, and you weren't so far away from the truth. The taste was addicting, the feeling even more, that he wanted to be filled by you. He did not mind walking around with a butt plug, he would even choose one with a tail at the end, so he would really be your dog, you could use him whenever you want, he will never complain, as long as he's your favourite.

But it seems like you were hesitating, and before Pantalone started to suck you off again, he gave you bills, thanking you over and over. The amount you had in your hand was more than your salary in two months as you watch Pantalone mouth at your underwear, licking the fabric and kissing it.

His head shot up when he heard you open a drawer, and let a tube of lube fall on his face along with a condom. You moved your chair back as you watch him spread his legs apart, but it was a too difficult position for him to insert his fingers, so he ended up on all fours, face on the ground as his ass was up in the air. You could observe in satisfaction his fingers disappearing inside of him, the wet noises filling the room as his whimpers get louder. With a sigh, you place your shoe in front of his face again, watching as he focuses on licking it instead of making too many noises. And honestly, if he kept being this loud and cute, you would have taken him now and not waited for his hole to be stretched. After all, your dick could do this too instead of his fingers.

Your patience almost snapped when he started to moan loudly, he was not using his fingers to stretch himself anymore as they were just slamming into his hole, as if he has gone crazy, he was not even moaning your name anymore but only 'sir'. Angrily, you tug his hair, watching as his mouth has fallen open at the pain, eyes rolling back as he cums on you, staining your shoes and pants. He was smiling at you happily, as he has still not processed what he did. When his mind clouded by his orgasm cleared up, he was left staring at your clothes in shock, eyes widening as he felt your murderous aura.

“S-sir I did not mean to! I'll clean it up!

I'm so sorry, I promise it will not happen ag-”

And his head was slammed onto your pile of documents, you fully pull his pants down, tearing off his underwear before slamming your dick into him, not caring anymore. You let out a shaky sign at the tight heat that surrounded you, almost hugging your cock so sweetly.

“If you dare drool on my work, you are dead.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Did I asked you to talk?”

“No-”

“Then shut the fuck up. Your voice is annoying me.

At least Childe knew when to stay quiet.”

You could see his eyes filling up with tears but when you pronounced Childe's name, there was only hatred in them. Pantalone had a disgusting feeling of jealously spreading through his body, the thought that Childe got you first drove him mad. He moved his hand back, spreading his cheeks apart for you as he placed his forehead against the wooden table, certain he will be able to keep his noises in.

“Baby, do you want me to breed you?

You'll be by my side forever that way.”

He was flustered at the words, pushing his face into the papers on the table, hiding his turned-on face. You can't help but groan at the way he was tightening around you while you were swiftly pounding into him at a fast pace. You clench your jaw as his ass comes in contact with your pelvis each time you go deeper, the force makes him shudder as he feels like you were forcing his walls to mould to your size. He never felt that good in this life, he was sure nothing could make him feel as good as this.

You were pulling out slowly to slam back roughly, your tip hitting his prostate each time you bottom out, shooting some precum in the deepest part of his ass. His tongue lolls out at the feeling, hands scratching against the table as he moves his ass back, back arching to coax you into being rougher and go harder on him. Your hand was itching to spank him, to dig your nails into his ass, leave your handprint onto his soft flesh. You were groping and slapping his ass just a second later, watching as he moves one of his hands back to grip one of your hand.

He was so close to cumming, some more thrusts, and he would do it. He tried to warn you, but he was unable to let any words out, he was crying as he tried to keep it in since you did not give him permission. His hand gripping at the edge of the desk as you were ruthlessly fucking him. You were pounding into the pretty man, raw skin clapping being the only thing heard in the room. His ass was a cherry red as your hand kept slamming down and with how hard you were going on him.

He slurred, trying to get some words out, but it was impossible. He almost screamed when he came, fluids covering the desk and papers just under him in a white mess. He shook when you stopped moving, flipping him over, resting on his back as you watched with angry eyes your ruined work. He was babbling, apologizing to you, gripping your shoulders with tears in his eyes as he was kissing your lips, claiming his love for you.

You moved your hand to his neck, choking him as the other was holding up his leg, and you slammed back inside. You did not care if he was screaming as overstimulation took over his body, clawing at your back in the hope it would stop you. The man was ruined, glasses falling off his nose and hitting the table, dampened eyelashes and black liner smudging over his face. You spat on him, dipping your fingers into the mess he left on the table before smearing it over his cheek.

You could feel yourself getting closer, heat pooling in your stomach as you prevented Pantalone from breathing, watching as his face turned red. You rested your forearms on each side of his head, rocking your hips back and forth, burying yourself deeper and deeper as you keep tightening your hold on him. You groaned, jaw hanging loose.

Pantalone has lost his mind, your thick cock bullying your way into him, stretching him to an impossible extent as he feels something filling him up, the hand around his throat making him unable to breathe. He wailed with the rest of his breath he had, as you shoot your load in him, filling him up perfectly, his stomach warmed up by the hot cum. You never stopped moving, prolonging your orgasm as he reached his high suddenly, head slamming back against the hard wood, dizzy under the pain and pleasure as he cum all over himself.

It was never stopping, you keep cumming in him, mind going blank as you were breeding him. He placed his hands on his bulging stomach, hearts in his eyes as he knew he was yours, you choose him over everyone else.

“Whose hole is this?”

“Yours… yours only”

He did not care if someone could see him like that, he finally got everything he wanted. Tears of happiness wet his cheeks as it ruins his makeup even more. You pulled out gently, ignoring his whimpers as you rummage through your drawer, getting out a butt plug before sliding it into him delicately. Your hand massaged his stomach as you watch his eyes crossing, hips jerking up as he was still hard.

He has been so good for you, you could not leave him like that, and with that, you wrapped your warm hand around his pitiful cock, jerking him off. The red tip was burning under your fingertips, cock twitching as hard as the rest of his body, panting harshly when you let go of his neck, watching as he pissed himself.

You sat on your chair, lifting him up to place him on your lap, rubbing small circles on his hips as you let him calm down. Kissing softly his neck and jaw as his mind cleared up, instantly hiding into your neck in embarrassment. Flustered as he sees the mess he made out of your paperwork, guilt bubbling up into his throat, he has really done it, didn't he?

“They are just duplicates, I don't care.”

They weren't, but he did not need to know that, especially when his dark eyes looked up at you with so much love. As he hugs you tightly, kissing you like a starving man. Sadly, the gentle moment was ruined by one of the subordinates knocking on the door, saying there was an emergency meeting. You both got up, Pantalone running to dress back up as you just buttoned your pants and placed your coat back onto your shoulders.

You place Pantalone's glasses on his nose as you kiss the tip of it before redoing his hair and removing his makeup. Both your turtleneck hiding the suspicious marks as you head to the door, waiting for Pantalone to follow you. You turn around, seeing how his legs were shaking, not being able to hold himself up correctly. With a sigh, you let him lean on your body as you walk into the corridor, and enter the room, accompany him to his seat. He motions for you to stay beside him, ignoring some Harbingers openly glaring at him.

As Pierro was talking, he gripped your hand, putting his gloves on your hands and slid the ring he offered you onto your ring finger and one of the rings he was currently wearing on your index. He intertwined your hands, showing off to the others with a smug face. Went as far as pulling down his turtleneck a little to show off the bruise you left while you choked him earlier.

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a.n: I'm only able to see Pantalone as a person who would court someone else, like courtship but no dating, and after that, straight up marriage. I can't see him as someone who would eventually let someone pursue the one he loves. This man is like 'you like them too? Then die. You are in the way.', nothing else. This man is courting by buying expensive gifts and fuck with the person, he has no idea how to show love without physical touch or gifts and has no understanding of humans in general. But he's smart for everything else at least. And bro, no way in hell he's a top, this man would love getting destroyed literally anywhere.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obey Me!: Kitten Maids

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

master kink, toys, cum play

𖤐Lucifer:

actually a very efficient maid

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

keeps the cat-act as minimal as you tolerate

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

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

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

sometimes he wears a plug throughout the day

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

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

"Lucifer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𖤐Mammon:

Mammon won't be too good of a maid

he only pretends to work most of the time

Mammon much rather sits on your lap and gets spoiled

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

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

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

doesn't even bother to wear panties

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

sometimes he acts more like your sugar baby than maid tho

his efficiency magically improves with praise

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

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

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

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

"Don'cha think I deserve some treats?"

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

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

𖤐Satan:

a perfect cat maid

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

like he genuinely dives into the headspace

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

matching cat ears, of course (also realistic)

might wear some cat paws sometimes

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

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

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

bites you (affectionately)

your lap is his throne

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

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

"Something you need, kitty?"

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

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

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

𖤐Asmodeus:

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

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

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

matching ears, obviously

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

wears a different collar every day

also spends a lot of time on makeup lol

his plugs are remote-controlled vibrators

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

very shameless

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

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

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

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

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

𖤐Belphegor:

more of a cat than a maid

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

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

it is very cute, but not efficient

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

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

no panties

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

purrs a lot, especially when sleeping around you

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

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

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

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

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

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

let’s talk abt making bratty scaramouche frustrated. leaving him completely untied, no blindfolds, no ball gags, not even any spanks with his favorite heart shaped paddle,, just leaving him on his knees with his fists balled up on his thighs.

lightly tracing your foot along his cute twitchy cocklet while listening to him threaten to leave if you don’t “just touch me already!!”

sweet crocodile tears pour out his eyes as he starts to pinch his nipples, he try’s to thrust up n get more friction but to his dismay it’s not enough for his cute little cock </3

perhaps he should just hold you down and take what he wants, he thinks. force you to watch him pleasure himself cause he’s a big boy, he doesn’t need your—

“ nng!.. ah! “ but he knows as soon as you put that sweet pressure on his blotchy red tip he’d be cumming in seconds ♡

Breeding Mr. Aizawa, Again

FTM!Aizawa x Top!Werewolf!Male Reader

Request

Part 1

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

Words: 460

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

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

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

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

Aizawa looks away, embarrassed. "Yeah.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Round two?" You ask cheekily.

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

Saiki Kusuo x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Masterlist

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

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

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

Keep reading

Opposites: violent yandere x quiet reader

Warning: slightly masochistic yandere, mentions of death (I apologize for this. I cut out a lot cause I feel it became too much in terms of sadism for some) Jack knew he shouldn’t harm people since it would upset you but he loved the look you have him when you scolded him for his wrong doings and how you’d make him pay for it. You never hurt him but you made sure he knew he not to do it again. Well you at least tried to. Too bad for you that he was a glutton for punishment. He thought of wearing jackets more often but loved when people questioned what remained on his body afterwards. The visible proof he belonged to you and you alone. Most people believed your personalities wouldn’t match due to your quietness. A person that kept to themself and an obnoxious airhead that liked to start stuff just couldn’t be good together. You two loved each other dearly and while Jack wouldn’t let his outburst affect your relationship in any way, he wasn’t afraid to kick someone’s ass for messing with you or do worse. A shiver would always run down his spine when he remembered the first time he let his anger take hold of him for too long. - “This is all your fault you know?” Jack crouches down, his eyes locked into a stare with ones permanently frozen in fear. “Y/n has been mine even before we started dating but you could never let them go now could you? It doesn’t matter now though.” A cruel smile forms on his lips as his voice becomes a harsh whisper. “I’ll make sure to hide your hands well so even in death you won’t be able to touch my angel.”

Jack felt a heavy weight lifted of his back once the bastard’s body was gone for good. He still hated him with every fiber of his being. The person he killed was a fellow student that was well liked by everyone but just couldn’t be happy with that. He just had to try and take what wasn’t his and so he paid the price for it. Anyone in their right mind would’ve see that Jack wasn’t in the wrong for what he had done. Jack thought that he got away with the deed. No one questioned him about the disappearance and the buzz soon died after a few weeks. He believed he’d get to live the rest of his life in peace with the one he loved and never look back. Until the day you walked into his living room, holding a bloody baseball bat. It was just going to be a normal date night when Jack asked you to get his jacket for him. His room wasn’t the cleanest and when you looked in his closet you found the old bat. He didn’t know what to do as you stood there, stoic. He was sure you put two and two together and his life would be ruined. He was more worried about never seeing your face again than actually going to jail. Taking slow steps towards you, Jack tried to think of the right words to say but nothing came out. The blank look on your face made his heart ache and he fell to his knees, hugging your waist as his face buried into your stomach. “Y/n please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong but I just had to do it. He wouldn’t leave you alone. I told him time after time that you were mine but he just didn’t want to listen. If you really want to turn me in then just bash my head in with that bat. Say it was self defense. I’d rather die in this exact spot than fall to prove my innocence and be taken from you.” Jack jumps a bit as the bat falls to the ground with a loud thud. His body tenses as you wrap your arms around in him a gentle embrace. “I know it’s hard for you to control your anger Jack.” You say in a soft tone as you look down at him. “Remember when we first met? You were mad at the world as usual. You’ve gotten better with it but deep down I know it’s hard to hold back so I’m not mad this time. That’s why I’ll go easy on you.” “E-easy?” “Jack…. You didn’t honestly think I’d forget about this so easily did you? I need to make sure you know not to do this again. One day you might slip up and get caught so why don’t I do something so that you’ll never do that again in the first place?” - No-one would have ever guess that you were the cause of the rope burns around his wrists or the odd bruises that would litter his skin at times. With a simple smile you’d deny having any part in those markings and that’d be the end of it. Not for Jack though. His face would go deep red every time you got away with it and gave him a glance out the corner of your eye with that smile on your face. He just couldn’t understand how you could be so cute yet so cruel at times.

One afternoon Jack was hang out with a friend when you came out or nowhere and nearly scared the daylights out of him. “I’m terribly sorry.” You tell his friend as you grab Jack by the arm. “I need to talk with him for a few minutes but you can have him back soon.” The friend nods, knowing how Jack got when anyone got in the way of your relationship. He shuttered involuntarily as a memory of what happened to the last person came to mind. You thank him before leading Jack off and he felt both nervous and excited because of your tight grip. “Hey Jack? Did you know there’s another person missing from town? Their face was a bit familiar. I believe we ran into them a few days ago and I remember that you didn’t like their tone when speaking to me.” Jack swallows hard and tries to think of what to do. He knew that lying to you would only make things worse for him but he secretly wanted that. “W-well I didn’t have anything to do with their disappearance. All my time has been focused on you my precious doll. Trust me when I say I haven’t even been by that old park in years.” You grin as you place your hand on his cheek. His heart beat quickens at your touch and as you lean in to whisper something in his ear. “How did you know they were last seen at the park then?” “….. Shit”

⌞ 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".

omg the tentacle fucking zhongli one 😳 imagine tentacles binding his arms together and other tentacles wrapped around his legs, spreading them wide apart so that you can have a good view. Having two thick tentacles fucking the deepest parts of him at sickening speeds while a smaller third tentacle rubbing against his prostate ruthlessly. Twos tentacles are jerking him off, one on his shaft and the other on his top, and the lube making it easier for them to move quickly. another tentacle is fondling with his sensitive balls and occasionally squeezing them. two other tentacles are toying with his nipples; flicking, pulling, sucking, and rubbing them so quickly that he could just cum from that alone. His moans would be so loud and lewd. The tentacles are continuously pulling out the lewdest sounds from his lips. His eyes are rolled to back of his head as he is being stimulated everywhere at such sickening speeds. And then having one thick tentacle fucking the back of his throat relentlessly, making him gag and moan, but that still isn’t enough to quiet down his loud moans. Making him cum over and over again till he doesn’t even know his own name. He can’t even protest because of the tentacle fucking his throat. Tears springing out of his eyes as his vision goes blurry from the pleasure. His voice straining even further as each moan escapes his sore and puffy lips. He’ll probably eventually pass out after the nth orgasm, but the tentacles won’t be stopping until you’re satisfied. And who knows when you’ll be satisfied, maybe till morning?

and if the tentacles can shoot cum up his ass? you know zhongli’s getting stuffed so much, it drips down his thighs and starts forming a puddle on the ground.

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tentacle sex has me going feral LMAO also this was not proofread cause I have an assignment due tomorrow and I’m trying to finish it up 🥲

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fucking his throat with tentacles 🤤🤤🤤 I wanna hear all the pretty gags and sobs he can make... when you're done his lips are all red and puffy, then you can tease him about how slutty he looks after getting his mouth fucked for so long! n when you're satisfied with fucking his hole, spread it apart so you can inspect all the cum inside of him. let it all drip out and take pics for memories' sake <3 so sorry zhongli but the titty tentacles ain't coming off tonight

good luck on your assignment!!! I'm supposed to be working today too but I had 0 energy so I just turned to tumblr instead 💀