Opposites: Violent Yandere X Quiet Reader

𓄸 ❝ .˚ ᵎ anything that you want :: ˊˎ -

⌗ contents ҂ wc :: many

╰─➤ dom! reader x sub! xiao, handjob, teasing, use of pet names, grinding, praise, cum eating, mention of over stimulation

⌗ pairings :: virgin! xiao & dom gn! reader

“f-fuck !” xiao was never really someone to curse so loudly but whenever it came to you, everything would change. “shh, don’t be so loud darling, you wouldn’t want others to hear you; right ?” your smirk said otherwise, you could care less how loud he was. you wanted everyone to hear how you turn the vigilant yaksha into a moaning mess.

it was funny seeing as you weren’t even touching him. neither of you were even undressed. grinding on his clothed cock seemed to already get him closed to the edge. his brows were furrowed, bottom lip red, swollen from all the biting, making out, and he was already sweating profusely.

“your so cute xiao.” you whispered in his ear and licking the shell of ear before nibbling his earlobe with your fangs. he let out a whine before bucking his hips up and gaining the smallest bit of friction against his crotch.

“p-please i-i can’t- hngk !—do this !” xiao whined as he squirmed against you. “of course, vigilant yaksha anything you want.” your tone was so sweet and promising. you were completely different than how he normally sees you but how could he trust you when your being so cruel.

before xiao even realized he was already sobbing fat salty tears. disgraceful, seeing as he’s a yaksha but you’re being so mean to him. why won’t you just help him ? he’s been doing everything you’ve asked of him !

you smile softly as you wipe away his tears with your thumb and give him a kiss; distracting him as you undressed him. you removed whatever clothing he had left, now seeing him bare. xiao’s face flushed crimson in embarrassment as realization hits. no one’s ever seen him like this and he felt so vulnerable.

he quickly tried to cover himself once the kiss was broken but you quick to catch him. “no need to be shy my love, it’s only me.” you whisper and kiss his face as you slowly moved lower, and lower, and lower before stopping at his stomach.

it was so soft and smooth, you wonder how it’d bulge when you fuck him but that’s a thought for another day. you glide your hands to his waist, feeling him shiver from your cold hands. you smile and redirect your dominant hand towards his cock. it was so small and cute, like a little bunny almost. you began stroking slow and soft, just to see how’d be react. “ g-go faster please..”

“what was that ?” you knew what he said but you just wanted to tease him a little longer. “f-faster please.” xiao repeated but this time a little louder. you shrugged, it was acceptable. you picked up speed, now using your thumb to collect his precum and use it as lube. looking up to check on him, the sight was oh-so beautiful.

his head thrown back against the pillows, with his hand covering his mouth to subdued his noises-even though it was futile-drool escaped from the side of his mouth, and his eyes glossed over. he was so reactive and you weren’t even fucking him. you almost started drooling, imagining how pretty he’d look getting his guts rearranged.

“your so pretty xiao.” “n-no i-ack !—i’m not !” he tried to argue but he couldn’t help the tingly feeling that went straight to his dick when you complimented him. “but you are, and your such a good boy.” you didn’t expect a loud moan to escape him, his back to arch so beautifully, his eyes to roll to back of his head as he drooled, and for spurts of cum to shoot out of his dick.

“all of this from just a little bit of praise my love ?” you question, using your fingers to scoop up his cum. “come on, clean up your mess dear.” you held your hand by his mouth, waiting patiently. slightly hesitant xiao wrapped his mouth around your fingers, licked, and sucked on them until they were clean. “good boy.” you praised him, and heard him let out a whimper. “don’t call me that.” he mumbled, blushing furiously.

“and why not ?” you tilted your head slightly, a confused look on your face until you felt something poke against your thigh. “oh ? seems like someone’s up for another round ?” your smirked. your smug look left him slightly worried what would come next. “don’t worry my love, i’ll take good care of you.” that’s how xiao knew it was going to be a long night.

I just realized carrd is really hard to use .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

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dilf zhongli x babysitter male reader

MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI

WARNINGS: dilf zhongli who is a rich business man, creampie, harness wearing, marking, squirting, biting, suave zhongli, size kink, muscle kink, foreplay, zhongli thinking hes gonna be the dom

reader was depicted as legal but roughly half the age as zhongli

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shrouded in Pleasure

Idia shares his fantasy with you, hoping you'll turn it into a reality

Bottom Idia Shroud x Top!Masc Reader

{Request}

CW: Consensual Mind Break, Handcuffs, Fingering, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Nipple Clamps, Aphrodisiacs, Degrading, Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Anal Sex, Breathplay, Creampie

📝 841 Words

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When Idia told you about his fantasy, you were pretty shocked. His fantasy to be fucked so hard that he loses his mind and can't think anymore, to get rid of all his anxious thoughts and be in your warmth. You didn't realize it was something he'd be into but you're interested in fulfilling his wish.

You went over the safeword or any actions that'll stop the whole thing immediately with him over and over, making sure you don't end up doing something that makes him uncomfortable. But he'll most likely be unable to say anything when you break him so even though you're worried, you know he has a lot of trust in you.

After going over all the ground rules, you were finally ready to turn his fantasy into a reality.

You lean over Idia's naked body, his arms behind his back and restricted with fluffy handcuffs and his nipples pinched with pretty clamps while your fingers stretch him out.

"'M gon- gonna come~" Idia shivers.

"Already? You're so sensitive." Your fingers slam into his prostate, but your fist is wrapped around his length and preventing him from getting his release.

Idia whimpers but doesn't complain.

You pull your fingers out take a small jar of pink liquid. "Say 'ah', it's an aphrodisiac."

Idia opens his mouth and swallows the liquid you pour into his mouth.

You run your hands along his body. "It's pretty strong and activates fast, I bet if I..." Your voice trails off as you tap the tip of his cock, the sensitivity from the previous denials and the aphrodisiac has Idia arching his back and coming all over his chest and stomach.

After coming down from his high, Idia looks at you with a worried expression, thinking he'll get punished for coming without permission.

"Don't worry, baby," You kiss his forehead. "As long as my hand isn't squeezing your tiny little cock, you can come as many times as you'd like."

Idia blushes.

"Speaking of." You open a drawer and take out a vibrator specifically created to be wrapped around someone's penis. You slide it onto his length, some cum spurting out from the touch. You set it at the lowest setting so there's always stimulation but not enough to make him come.

You slot yourself in between his legs, tugging your underwear down just enough to free your length. You push your cock inside his well stretched hole, watching Idia's expression contort into pleasure.

You bottom out and hit his prostate, causing him to come all over himself again. "Ready?" You pull on one of the nipple clamps.

He moans and nods, you start fucking into him before he can even verbalize anything. Idia arches his back and floods the room with moans, as well as further flooding his body with his own cum.

You slap Idia, not because you're upset but he likes when you slap him. "How many times are you gonna come, hm? At some point you're gonna start shooting blanks." You wrap your fist around his dick, preventing him from coming again.

"'M sorry~" Idia moans, fine with not coming as long as you keep fucking him. "Fuck- yes- yes!"

You flip him over, hand leaving his cock. You shove Idia's face into the pillow and fuck the air out of his lungs. The clamps on his nipples push against the bed, causing more pain and far more pleasure for Idia.

His moans are muffled by the pillow and his head starts to feel fuzzy. You land a harsh smack to his ass, slightly thin spurts of cum shoot onto the bed as Idia tightens around your cock.

He further loses his mind the longer you keep his head on the pillow along with the other constant stimulations. Idia giggles and drools into the pillow, biting his lip when you pull his head up for air.

"Co- come.." Idia mumbles with a goofy grin on his face. "Inside mh- me..."

"I don't know if you deserve it..." You tease, moving your hand down to his crotch and reclaiming its rightful place on Idia's sensitive little dick.

Idia repeats 'please' over and over, sobbing and unable to make a proper sentence.

You push his head back down onto the pillow to shut him up. "You're already getting so much, and yet you want more?" You chuckle. "You're lucky you've been so good today."

Idia can barely hear you or even make out what you're saying, all he can identify is your tone. He whimpers and tries to say sorry but fails thanks to the pillow.

Your thrusts end with a stuttering halt as you come deep inside him, happiness quickly washes over your boyfriend. You move his body onto his side, giving you a look at his red tear stained and drool ridden face, quickly getting you hard again.

It doesn't take you a second to start fucking him again. He's so broken that moans are the only things coming out of his mouth.

He's finally gotten what he wanted.

heyy, could i request a tamaki x reader where the reader just completely ignores his safeword and it turns into a complete mess, tamaki doesnt really say anything about it after but he is really afraid about it happening again!

silent pleas — tamaki x male reader

##AUTHORS%NOTES: Finished doing all my work so decided to write this haha. Hope you guys enjoy!

tw. ignoring safe words, overstimulation, consensual sex turns into non con, panicked tamaki, no aftercare

Tamaki wanted to trust you— You probably misheard him when he said his safe word right?! Why were you still pounding into him and filling him up with your cum? Couldn’t you tell that he was in pain?

Tamaki tried to squirm away from your grasp, A whimper leaving his lips as he felt your hot breath against his sensitive ear. Your hold on him suddenly tightened— A pained gasp leaving his pretty little mouth as you started to fuck him harder. “If you try squirming away I’ll only fuck you faster, Tama-chan.”

He was hysteric— Crying and whimpering for you to slow down however you only ignored his plea, Continuing to fuck him faster as you came inside of him for the umpteenth time, pulling out after you emptied your load inside of him. Tamaki sighed in relief, trying not sob as he felt his entire body heating up, his limbs sore and his cock red and limp.

“Fuck— You were so good for me Tamaki. So so good.” You groaned as you slumped beside him, The blissed expression on your face almost making Tamaki scared. Were you going to fuck him again? God please no—! He was too sensitive! At this point, He would pass out!

He was thankful however once he heard soft snores coming from your bigger form, heaving a sigh in relief. Although he was upset that you were unable to hear him utter his safe word. He was more scared that it would happen again— And he was even more scared thinking about the consequences if ever he did disobey you. After all, Tamaki didn’t and would never wanna dispslease his master.

Why run away from the unknown? 

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

How crazy would it be to wake up in an unknown world, wholly and utterly lost? With nothing that looked interesting near you and even more, alone. You could not hear any voices, someone shouting after someone else, those grandmas complaining about their sons and daughters, that damn annoying neighbour who would never understand what 'privacy' is.

None of that, you were just alone. The sound of the wind passing through leaves, surely the chirps of the birds, but nothing more. The silence was soothing you, making all the tension disappear as you sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Perhaps you would have fallen asleep, if it was not for someone shouting from afar, the voice sounding familiar, while the scenery was not. As you sat up, your eyes widened, the person in front of you was more than familiar, a character from a game you play. The Outrider, Amber from Genshin Impact, means you weren't so far from Mondstadt.

You ponder for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to show up at Mondstadt. And while nodding your head to yourself, you stand up, dusting off your pants before walking in a random direction, hoping you will be able to meet a camp and collect a weapon and some food.

It took you more or less a week to get completely ready to move from this zone since you wanted to be prepared in case you encounter stronger enemies. You were lucky enough to walk by some merchants and bought a map, so you could understand where you were. The said merchants were sympathetic enough to tell your current location.

Confidently, you head for Liyue, days passed before you managed to see the top of some Liyue Harbor's buildings. The city was truly magnificent, you were glad you arrived in the middle of the day, so the sun was high, and it made everything shine, temporarily blinding you.

As you stand there, at the entrance of the city, admiring the view, you completely ignore the people passing by you or the ones trying to talk to you. It's true that you were standing out, your foreigner features and your height catching most passers-by's attention. For now, except for Amber, you did not encounter any important character. Maybe it was for the best, since you could say you basically knew the future, you could say something you weren't supposed to.

As you were going to walk away, acting as if you did not see the woman standing next to you trying to grab your attention. You felt like someone was staring at you intensely, their gaze penetrating your body, sending a chill up your spine. Annoyed, you turn around, glaring at them but freeze on the spot when you notice who it was.

With the easily recognizable messy orange hair and dull blue eyes meeting yours, logically, you should act like nothing happened or just smile and leave. But it would not be fun, and he was the one staring in the first place. You were still staring at each other, neither of you looking away. You could not help but smile at him, looking away to let your gaze observe him from head to toe. And as you finally meet his eyes again, you offer him a smirk before leaving, the unknown woman following you with doe eyes. As if you cared about her.

After finally finding somewhere to sleep, you decide to go to the nearest bar, you really need to relax, this week has been hellish for you. This morning's encounter is still on your mind, but you doubt you will see him again anyway, so it was not significant.

You really need to stop jinxing yourself. Not long after you entered the bar, nothing was out of the ordinary except some people standing a bit too close to you, but nothing horrible. As you drink the liquor slowly, enjoying the taste and the slight burn it causes in your throat, the chair beside you is drawn back, so the person can sit. Excepting one of those annoying people again, you turn around to glare at them, but instead, Tartaglia was sitting there.

You heard someone complain behind him and as you throw a glance, you see a girl making a fuss over him, saying he stole her seat. With a single hand gesture to the barman, he understood that the girl was the problem here and drag her out. Tartaglia ignored her this entire time, just looking at you with those empty eyes of his, but you could perceive something in them that you were not able to identify yet.

You were observing him silently until you notice how he has not moved since then, you stand up straight as you understand how long you have been staring at him openly. You make a sign to the barman to serve you two drinks before finishing your current drink. Perhaps if you pay him a drink, he will take it and leave. You knew it would not happen, but you still had some hope.

As you were going to pay for the drinks, Tartaglia beat you to it and gave them the money before you could move. To say you were surprised was an understatement, he had no reason to do this, you were just a stranger. And you just noticed how strong the drink you ordered was, and you had no idea if he could handle his alcohol.

Before you knew it, you were more or less talking freely to each other. With Tartaglia being there, most people would not dare step closer to you, which guaranteed you a peaceful night. Thankfully, even in your tipsy state, you remembered how you never ask, and he never told you his name, so you have not made a mistake for now.

Turns out, Tartaglia was not better than any other person in this city, you noticed how slowly, but surely he moved closer, the eye contact became longer, and he even offered to show you around since it was the first time you stepped in Liyue Harbor, he was so out of character. But who were you to refuse?

As you finished your drink in one go, you stand up with the man next to you, paid before he could and left the bar. Like you though, he followed you, you keep acting oblivious to his strange behaviour. Did he really think you were that drunk to not notice him?

You let him follow you to the place you were staying, unlocking the door before closing it behind you, not locking it again. You sat on a chair in the living room after turning off every light, certain that he would try to enter your apartment.

And a minute later, you hear the handle make a creaking noise as it was moved down. The quiet steps of the Harbinger filled the room as he headed to the bedroom, the door creaking open as he continued to walk, suddenly going silent, as he surely stopped in front of the bed. As quietly as you could, you stand up, sneaking behind him, grabbing his neck. Murmuring into his ear 'knew it', before knocking him out.

You knew it would happen, you were too suspicious to be ignored. You had tied Tartaglia to the bed, waiting for him to wake up, since either way he would chase you to kill you, so you choose to not tire yourself out for nothing. He was not the type of man to give up anyway so, you were dead either way. A sudden grunt coming from the said man-made you come back to reality. The only thing you said was, 'what were you trying to do?'.

As the man looks up at you, you were ready for a glacial death glare, ready to kill you, but instead, you were met with a lustful look and reddening cheeks. The same look he gave you this morning, seems like you had mistaken his intention. As you get up to untie him, you kneel on the bed to reach the rope around his wrists, unintentionally, your knee rub against his crotch, forcing a moan out of him.

As you stop moving your knee to focus on untying his left hand, you felt how he started to grind his hips against your thigh roughly, moan after moan pouring out of his mouth. The pace picked up, his sounds becoming more frequent as his release is near, but just before he could cum, you move away. The pitiful whine he let out went directly to your cock.

You can't help the smirk growing onto your face, this man purposely came here to get fucked, whether it was consensual on your part or not.

Before Tartaglia knew it, he was on all fours on the bed, his hands tied behind his back. His head was pressed into the pillow, breathing correctly becoming a challenge. He could perceive your shadow loom over him, your hand caressing his exposed back. Chills go up his spine as you rake your nails down his back, and he gasps as his underwear is tugged off sudden. Your big hands spread his legs apart, the cold air hitting his ass as he tightens around nothing, legs shaking.

One of your fingers pressed against his hole, only letting the first phalange, leaving him to wiggle towards you, trying to push more into him. As he throws his hips back, you raise your hand before slamming it back down on his ass, his body jerking forward as you hear the loudest moan of this night. As you watch with amused eyes his body shiver under you, you hear him sniffle, roughly, and you tug his hair back, exposing his crying face to you.

The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly, the alcohol still into both your systems, light-headed and his mind slowly becoming blank. As you lick the tears off his face, you use this as a distraction as you plunge your fingers fully in. He cries out, long fat fingers loosening his hole, rubbing against his walls at an irregular pace.

His face was stained with fresh tears as his head was resting against your shoulder, while you prepare him but suddenly, you stopped moving your fingers. Asking yourself if he really deserved or wanted to be prepared. As you observe his face, his eyes were rolled back as he was going to pass out. You nuzzled your face into his neck gently, before biting down harshly, breaking the skin as blood slid down his body. The pain sends an exquisite feeling from his neck to his back, body trembling as his whines get louder. Before he could cum, you stop touching him, leaving his body to flop down on the bed.

You watch amused as he struggles to sit up, looking back at you, teary begging eyes asking you to help him, but you stay there, unmovingly. With a whimper, he crawls to you, hands resting on your shoulders as he tries to reach your face to kiss you. Your hands move to his thighs, lifting him up, placing him over your cock, the tip pressing against his hole. He was feeling loopy and high as you forced him down, the sweet pain coursing through his body as you stretch him out more than he thought it was possible.

His body has difficulty getting used to the sensation, as he feels you in his stomach, a bulge showing through his skin as he pushes against it with a shaky hand. It was becoming too much for his poor brain, as it stopped functioning when you bottomed out, balls slapping against his entrance. His tongue lolled out, drool falling onto your body. You help him sink back down, as he sits dumbly on top of you, unable to think about something else.

That's when you noticed how you never gave him your name, and after murmuring it slowly into his ear, you begin to move him up and down. Instantly, he started to whimper your name at first, and after each thrust, he would get louder, nearly screaming.

You thought he came as his hole tighten around you, but he only let some pitiful drops out of his tip. You could not help but mock him, watching as his tears doubled, and his face become red, feeling ashamed to not even be able to handle some minutes with you. You slowly learned how his body was working and so, you pressed on a special spot, watching him break on top of you.

Suddenly, you grabbed him, and throw him back onto the bed, he just had the time to rest on all fours before you drill back into him. Your hand sneaks to his throat, choking him into the pillow, being already covered in drool and tears. As you tighten your grip, his hips jerked up, cumming on the spot. You keep going, forcing him to cum once again.

You pity him and so, as the good person you were, you turn him on his back, forcing his legs apart, speeding up your pace. He kept whimpering, throat too dry to scream or moan anymore, he could feel you move inside him and watch you also. As his stomach was exposed to your eyes, you could perceive the movement of your cock, as the bulge was even more noticeable.

Stomach burning up as you felt close too, you kept edging yourself since earlier, and it was starting to get into your head. Muscles roll under the skin as you chase after your release, making Tartaglia cry, overstimulated. Thrusting harshly, repetitive movements turn into you railing him at an impressive speed. Head slamming back as his body trembled, the tension in his stomach too strong for him, at the same instant, your own stomach tightens, and you cum, shouting your load deep into him.

Euphoria flows through your veins, your head spinning as you feel Tartaglia twitches one last time around you. But instead of cumming all over himself, he pissed, unable to hold it in. He was still conscious enough to understand what was happening, blushing from embarrassment, still crying and mumbling your name over and over. His belly bulging from your load, some of it leaking out of his hole and onto the bed.

As you let go of his body, he falls into the bed, unconscious and limp, not having enough endurance. With a sigh, you decide to clean him up, changing into some of your clothes before tucking him into your bed, lying beside Tartaglia in silence, knowing he would leave before the sun goes up. For the second time of the night, you kissed him as he was asleep, or you thought so.

Unsurprisingly, when you woke up, you were alone in your room, seems like he left a while ago. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you dressed up, leaving the apartment to discover the Liyue Harbor by yourself. But when you opened the door, he was standing there, waiting for you. Cheeks reddening as he sees you, grabbing your forearm, dragging you away in silence. Unbeknown to you, a bright blue mark on the back of your neck lightened up whenever Tartaglia would touch you.

And from afar, a tall dark brown-haired man was glaring at the two of you. His eyes became luminescent as his tail and horns appeared. With a smirk, he goes back to work, thinking about how he could prepare your encounter and have your attention. Annoyed that the ginger was in the way.

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

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

Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

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

Michael loves lurking around the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Yours

Lucifer/AMAB Reader

☞. . . Another kofi request filled! This was a gore request, so please heed the warning and tags! Requester (candle anon) wanted something based off the first luci gore drabble I did and wanted the reader finishing onto his heart. I hope you enjoy! (1.7k words)

Lucifer was always known for his beauty. Even up in the Celestial Realm he was Michael's favorite, the apple of his eye. Asmodeus may have been the jewel of heavens, but Lucifer was the whole damn necklace.

Even now, his halo a pair of horns and two wings shorter, he’s gorgeous. Truly he was a piece of art.

Tonight, he’s a brand new canvas. You’ve spread him wide, bound his limbs to each post on the bed with strong red silks. Your paintbrush tonight is more precise than any hair; it takes the form of sharp metal, a collection of blades sharp enough to hurt just looking at them.

You pour a glass of aged demonus from his ornate decanter, swirling it in its glass. Lucifer watched your every move, lips parting with a sigh as you sit beside him. “Drink, baby.” You support your hand under his head and lift so he can drink from the glass, acidic alcohol flowing down his tongue and warming his chest from the inside out. “So messy.” You tut, pulling the glass away and wiping the dribbles from his lips with your thumb.

“Only for you.” He says, tongue darting past his lips to catch the lingering taste. “Only ever for you.”

It makes your heart warm and possessiveness fester under your ribcage. “So sweet, such a sweet boy. So well mannered and polite.” You give his cheek a pinch and he reddens under your fingers. “I ought to reward you,” you straddle his hips, unrolling the cloth of beautiful tools. The tarp crinkles under every movement.

Lucifer turns his head and watches you pick your tools. “Aht, eyes forward, look at me,” you pull him back by his chin and Lucifer’s gorgeous red eyes lock with yours. “Good boy.” He shivers, lips parting as he stares up at you. “Do you want a treat? Tell me, does my good boy want something special?”

Very slowly, he nods. “I want you to cut me open.” He says, every word calculated and honest, like he was utterly bewitched with your entire being—controlled in your grasp like a puppet on strings.

You smile, a gentle yet wolfish smile that makes his heart beat faster. “That's what I want to hear.”

Each touch of your fingers on his chest is chilling, sending little sparks under his flesh as you make invisible lines where you’ll cut. Once satisfied, you pick up the blade.

It’s a sharp silver blade with an elegantly curved handle. The first time Lucifer confessed his desires he knelt before you, presenting the dagger in his hand like an offering to the altar of your soul. And he would be the pliant lamb you cut into.

You press the point of the blade under his collarbone and Lucifer squeezes the drop ball tighter in his fist. “Breathe in,” you press hard. “And out.” Lucifer’s deep sigh trembles as you cut in, dragging the blade down his abdomen.

It catches on his belly button and you have to take a moment to work through the cartilage. Lucifer’s breaking. He’s red in the face and trembling, biting down on his lips so hard his fangs threaten to pierce through. “Demon skin is so tough compared to human skin.” You say as a passing thought, the blade ending above his pubic mound.

There’s a poking on your ass and you move to sit on his thighs instead. His dick tents his underwear, an obscene peak tainted with his bubbling blood. “Hah, sorry,” he sighs, hot tears passing over his cheeks. “Don’t apologize. I know you can’t help being a needy little thing. I’ll just have to take care of you, won’t I?” You coo, tapping the peak of his tented underwear. Lucifer hisses, eyes clenching shut as his hips rock up.

You don’t chastise him. Instead, you resume cutting, making horizontal lines at the ends of each slice.

Lucifer’s so patient through it all, breathing heavily with each pass of your blade. Blood continues to pour in steady streams from the wounds; thick black blood that pools under his body on the tarp and stains your hands. It’s a bitter stench of pure debauchery and neither of you can get enough of it.

You set the dagger aside and grab the split skin, pulling the slabs of his abdomen aside until you can see his undulating organs below the abdominal wall. A few slices and that’s moved aside, glistening intestine and thick rib bones on display—all for you.

“So pretty, Luci.” You sigh, gently stroking your fingers over his bunched small intestine. Lucifer keens under your touch, finally, finally, making the sounds you’ve been waiting for. Truly, it’s surprising how much he can hold back when he’s determined enough. “So very gorgeous. Don’t you know that?”

He swallows shakily, eyelids fluttering with each caress of your fingers. “I-I..”

You settle back by his hips again, press your own arousal against his. “Do you feel that, Lucifer? Do you feel how hard I am for you? You did this to me- you’re so beautiful I can’t help it.”

Lucifer looks down, down past his flayed chest, down his exposed organs, down to his pre stained underwear where he sees the swell of your erection strained in your jeans. You grind against him, a little roll of your hips that has him gasping like a fish out of water. It’s unbelievably hot. Lucifer’s brain is melting into a slurry of good and more.

“I can see your heart, Lucifer. And it’s all mine, right? Your heart is mine?” Blood smears your face from where you wiped off the sweat and Lucifer swears he’s never seen something so beautiful. He nods, quickly and urgently. “Y-yours, wheeze, all yours,”

You smile, giving his cheek a pat. “Of course it is. Something so pretty is obviously a gift for me, huh?” You feel Lucifer’s cock throb against yours. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you pretty? It’s true, you’re so pretty, especially like this. Your beating heart exposed for me…such a beautiful red. Just like your eyes.” You rock your hips against him, rub your erection against his.

Lucifer’s exposed heart beats faster, contracting and expanding with fresh oxygen. “Maybe I should take those eyes next, what do you think?” You tap the bloodied blade on his cheekbone, the flat end making a sticky splat against his skin. He gives a firm shake, hot tears bubbling up into those enchanting eyes of his. “That’s ok, you need those eyes to see what I’m doing, don’t you?” And he nods, and to your delight and surprise, bats his sticky wet eyelashes at you.

You groan in pure need, rutting against him harder, enough to make him jostle under the force of your hips. “So fuckin pretty, that’s right, my pretty boy.” You lean down, sucking your face into his exposed cavity and press a kiss to his heart.

Lucifer wheezes, a loud moan tearing through his chest—ragged enough you see his organs contract and then relax. “You’re all mine, all mine. Your heart's mine too, isn’t it?” You look up your lashes at him, lips smeared with rich blood. “Yess,” he gasps, cock twitching and throbbing in his underwear. “It’s yours, it’s- fuck, all yours,” he pushes his hips up, grinds his cock against yours.

You curse, your pants far too tight and uncomfortable. “Shit, baby,” you reach down, unbuttoning your jeans as you pepper kisses over his ribcage. Lucifer audibly moans at the realization, a low whining in his throat as you push your pants and underwear down and straddle his hips. “I wanna cum on you,” you breathe, kiss up his neck with your dick in your fist. You give a few pumps, panting against the hollow of his throat. “I wanna cum on your pretty heart.”

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, do it- do it,” Lucifer pleads, his dignity utterly destroyed by a pretty knife and a few kisses. He’s tugging at his restraints, yet the drop ball remains closed in his iron grip. You scoot up higher, knees framed under his ribcage. “You’re so gorgeous, Hah, so pretty and mine.”

You pump your cock, hissing with each pass of your thumb over the leaking head. Lucifer’s heart thump thumps below you, his fangs digging into his bottom lip with how tightly he sets his jaw. “Next time, I should fuck your pretty insides, huh?” You pant, pre dripping down from the head and threatening to drop onto his beating heart.

Lucifer can’t hold back the open moan at the thought, eyelids fluttering. “Fuck me,” he gasps, arching his back and pushing his chest up closer to your throbbing dick. “Fuck my heart, fuck my guts,”

So vulgar, so obscene. It makes you want to ravage him, it makes you want to tear him to shreds and put him back together to do it all over again.

Lucifer’s hands itch to be free so he can guide your cock down into his gooey insides, so he can jerk you off right into his blood pumping heart. The fact alone that he can’t touch you makes him burn with frustration and desperation.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna claim you, I’m gonna make you mine,” it doesn’t take you long for your orgasm to bud closer, the obscene display of trust and vulnerability getting you close before you even began.

“Yours, yours- cum on me, cum in me,” Lucifer babbles, crimson eyes wide and blown as they train on your twitching cock, excitement and anticipation flooding through his veins.

That knot grows tighter, tighter, until it bursts, until your dick jumps in your hand and thick, hot ropes of cum splatter onto his open heart. And it burns on his heart, it burns so deliciously. He cums in that moment, hot wetness seeping through his underwear. He’s been claimed, and that thought makes him dizzy.

The last of your cum drips into a puddle on his frantically beating heart, mixing with the sheen of blood keeping him moist. “I love you,” he says, so genuine and whole. “I love you, I love you,” he repeats as you untie the binds on his wrists.

Lucifer brings a shaky hand down, rubs his trembling fingers over his cum splattered heart. You bite your lip, eyes wide as you watch him smear it in. “Lucifer..”

He brings his hand back up to his face- and licks the mix of blood and cum off his fingers. “You’ve claimed me,” he says with a loopy smile, so fucked out despite not being fucked at all.

“All yours.” Lucifer sighs and you couldn’t agree more.

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