Nagito X Male Reader

Replacing the One and Oni

You take Itto's place as the boss of the Arataki Gang

FTM!Itto x Top!Male Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Double Penetration/Spit Roasting, Voyeurism

Words: 1051 (Bonus Included)

A while ago, Itto had made a bet with you. If you beat him 100 times in a beetle fight he'd make you the boss of the Arataki Gang. He was drunk when he said that but Arataki Itto was a man of his word, he just added a condition. You'd have to beat him by the end of the year, meaning you had 6 months.

No one believed you could do it. Especially with your busy schedule, you'd barely have the time. But you made the time and you got rewarded for it. Months later, you became the leader of the Arataki Gang.

"So...Unfortunately, I lost." Itto pouts. The gang bursts into tears.

"Does this mean you're leaving us?" One member asks in between sobs.

"No. Just stepping down." He shakes his head.

"So I can tell you guys to do anything and you'll do it?" You ask. Itto nods. Your smirk and go to whisper in his ear. "Even if I tell you to let me fuck you?"

Itto turns a deep shade of red and nods. Truth be told, Itto found you extremely attractive and often found himself masturbating to you. So why would he deny that request? Of course, he had no idea what it meant to agree to that.

"You two." You point to the two people in front of you. "Get me a table. Not something short like this thing." You kicked the coffee table in front of you. They nodded and scrambled to find a table.

"What are you doing, man?" Itto asks, trying to keep his composure.

"You'll see."

Moments later the two men come carrying a table and place it in front of you.

"Do...do you need chairs too, sir?" They ask.

"No need." You moved Itto to stand in front of you. He looked back at you in confusion but immediately understood when you bent him over the table.

The group starts to freak out.

"Hey." You silence them. "Don't speak anymore." You pull down Itto's pants and you roll your eyes at everyone's gasps.

"Wa- wait- can't...can't we do it in-"

"Shut up." You smack his ass. He immediately shuts his mouth. "Your body doesn't seem to care where you get fucked, so don't pretend you do." You put a finger in his wet cunt. He squirms around as you start to finger him, the gang looking at you two with multiple different expressions on their faces.

"You're so cute submitting to me." You kiss his ear. He moans. "That's right, moan for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel."

Itto blocks out all the eyes that were staring at him and pretends that you and him are the only people in the room. He whines as you remove your fingers. He turns to look at you and blushes when he sees you lick his slick off your fingers.

You notice the men in the room getting boners. "I'll allow you guys to have a turn with that loud mouth of his." You smirk. The men decide the order of who gets to go with rock-paper-scissors. Itto notices how desperate they are to be the first one to get a blowjob from him.

"Meanwhile..." You pull your cock out and thrust into Itto's pussy.

"Ah!" Itto moans, feeling completely filled when you bottom out. "B-big~"

"You like that don't ya? A whore like you must love this big fucking cock." You thrust into him, turning all your attention to Itto.

"Mm~ yes~!" Itto nodded. "Luh- Love~ it~"

You marveled at the fact that you got the "One and Oni" Arataki Itto to submit to you. He was the perfect cock sleeve.

"Fuck- It's like you were made to take my cock." You slammed into him roughly, not being able to get enough of him. After a long game of R-P-S, a gang member nervously walks up to Itto.

"Go on, Itto. Suck his cock." You slow down your thrusts for a moment.

Itto pulls the member's pants and underwear down, his hard dick hitting Itto in the face. Right after Itto puts the dick in his mouth, you pick up the pace, making Itto deep throat on the gang member's dick.

"Just take it like the whore you are." You grinned. You felt Itto squeeze around your cock. "Cumming already little oni?" You fucked him through his orgasm. His moans made vibrations on the other man's dick, causing him to groan and inched him closer to ejaculating.

"Looks like he likes your mouth, Itto. Be a dear and make sure to take everything he gives you."

"Shit-" The man comes inside of Itto's mouth and he struggles to swallow all of his cum. He licks up the rest that landed on his mouth. The next one comes in and Itto gets throat fucked by every guy in the gang, by the end of it he was drenched in cum. He had so much dripping from his pussy you ended up plugging it in to prevent a bigger mess.

Itto went from the boss to your personal little toy and he loved it.

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"This is a pretty nice office." You look around Itto's old office and sit in his old chair. "Pretty nice chair too." You relax into the seat.

You notice Itto staring at you. "Come." You pat your lap. He quickly climbs onto your lap. Before you can do anything, he starts to grind on your lap.

"It was only a day ago and you want to do it again?"

He looks up at you, trying to be as cute as possible.

You smile. "Alright...go ahead."

Itto grins and quickly goes to take your dick out of its confines. He spits in his hand and jerks you off to full mast.

He pulls his own pants down and hovers over your dick.

"It's gonna hurt- ugh~" You groan as he sinks onto your dick. You can feel how wet he is, it's probably enough for him to ride you comfortably.

"(Name)~!" Itto moans, starting to move. You pull away his straps and circle your thumbs around his nipples. The way he reacts lets you know he's got sensitive nipples.

"You're so soft, Itto." You compliment him, groping his big soft tits. "Glad I won that bet."

"Ya...Ya coulda- ah~! juh- just asked~!"

"Yeah? You were hoping for this?"

"Y-Yes~!" He nods.

"You're adorable." You bring him into a kiss. You loved the way he moaned into your mouth. He continued bouncing up and down on your cock, feeling himself reaching his peak.

You parted from the kiss and went to suck on his breast, your hand groping the other one. Itto moaned loudly as he came.

"Ooh~! Yes~ more~!" Itto put his hand on your head, urging you to keep sucking. He managed to be able to continue moving so he could please you.

You moan as you feel your orgasm coming. Itto speeds up, wanting to milk your cock dry.

You take your mouth off Itto's tit. "Fuck-" You let out a dragged out moan as you cum inside his pussy.

yours

nanami kento

photo by ShuOuma me thinks 

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

MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI

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

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I love this!!!

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

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

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

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

A Gift

FTM!Heizou + Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language used

Contains: Kidnapping, Nipple Clamps, Sexual Torture, Overstimulation, Fucking Machine, Erotic Electrostimulation

Words: 769

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"Have a nice day, sweetheart!" You smile, waving as your husband leaves for the day.

Once Ayato is gone, you go and finish all of your tasks then get ready to take information to help him out.

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You stepped into the dimly lit room, a weird but intimidating mask on your face that made the kidnapped man shiver.

You used multiple tactics to get the man to speak. Threats, slapping, loud noise, shocking him with your electro vision, and waterboarding.

But it was never enough. For you at least, the man had already been ready to talk by the time you were getting ready to waterboard him.

Ayato noticed how frustrated you were becoming. You couldn't do much to your victims for your own protection so you couldn't torture them as you'd like to.

He decided he would get you your own 'toy' to torture how ever you want. Ayato kidnapped Shikanoin Heizou, a detective that seemed to be getting close to figuring out your identity, and gifted him to you.

Once Ayato left you immediately took him to your room full of toys for both pleasure and torture. You sit him against the wall and walk to another side of the room.

Heizou glares at you as you happily shuffle through a box of toys. He's duck taped and tied up so he doesn't even bother trying to do anything.

You turn around with a pink vibrator and make your way over to him. You rip his shorts off and remove the rope from his legs and hands. You spread them apart and bring them to either side of him, tying his ankles to his wrists and forcing him into an embarrassing position.

Heizou glares at you.

"I'll be a little kinder today...but don't expect any more kindness tomorrow." You smile, turning the toy on and holding it against his little cock.

Heizou closes his eyes, his face flushed pink with muffled moans escaping his taped mouth.

"Feels good, detective?" You smile and rip apart his underwear, putting the vibrator against his now bare area. You position it in a way that isn't enough to make him come but enough to make him squirm.

You eventually stop his torture and move away to get more items, metal clamps for his nipples and a fucking machine with a dildo already attached to it.

You stuff the clamps in your pocket and bring the contraption over to him.

Heizou looks down at the dildo then back up at you, as if to say 'you're gonna put that inside me?'

"It'll hurt." You smile and push just the tip inside him. You rip his shirt off and pinch his nipples with the clamps.

Heizou closes his eyes to prepare himself before you turn the machine on. It forces the entire dildo inside of him, making his eyes open wide.

You speed up the machine and watch as it destroys Heizou's insides. "Having fun?" You laugh.

Heizou shakes his head and makes muffled protests, his entire body in pain now.

You bring your finger to his bottom growth and shock it, instantly bringing him to an orgasm.

His eyes roll back and his body shakes violently from the sudden electrocution. He can't even catch his breath since the machine is still violating him.

"I wonder how long it'll take for you to pass out." You wonder aloud, tugging on his clamps. "Maybe two more shocks? Three? You probably have some resistance to it so maybe four?" You smile.

Heizou shakes his head rapidly.

You send electro from your finger tips to the clamps and to his poor nipples. He comes again with another violent shake.

"You should be happy I'm not removing your body parts." You hold his head in place. "Well, you should be happy for now."

Heizou's eyes widen. His screams and pleas barely make it past the tape.

You set up a live camera in front Heizou and walk to the door. "Oh, don't worry, I'm the only one who'll see that." You reassure him and leave.

You go to complete some important housework while watching Heizou on a tablet connected to the camera. You leave him like that for a few hours and he eventually faints.

When you come back to the room, he's still out like a light. You kneel down and electrocute his small cock again, causing him to quite literally jolt awake.

He looks at you with wide eyes and red tear stained cheeks, another orgasm messing up his thoughts.

"You did pretty good Heizou, I wonder how you'll do next time..?" You smirk.

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

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

OH YES YES YES TO ADDING HYPNO TO DOLLIFICATION 👁️👁️

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

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

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

Denial

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

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

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

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

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

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

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

“Of course." You pick him up.

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

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

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

Clone Craze

Bottom!FTM Dottore (& Clones) x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | No AFAB Language Used

HALF 1: Threesome (Clones + Reader), Face Sitting, Overstimulation, Reader Has Two Dicks, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal

HALF 2: Double Penetration, Choking, Biting, Creampie

Words: 1,196

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"I don't have time for you right now, go bother my clones." Dottore pushes you off of him. He's especially prickly when he's focused on an experiment.

You sigh. "Alright, have fun." You drag a pair of clones to your room.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

All of you quickly get naked, your hard lengths making both of his clones drool. Dottore had experimented on you for a while, the results being having two equally long dicks and a higher sex drive. He only regrets the ego boost it gave you, your constant teasing and slut shaming was annoyingly attractive.

You watch them argue and bicker about who gets to take your dicks first, you stop them before it turns into a cat fight.

"Both of you will have your turn." You pull them away from each other, coincidentally leaving one clone closest to your crotch.

Popping open a convenient bottle of lube, the clone pours a generous amount of it on his hand and ass, pushing two fingers inside as he leans down to suck you off. He slobbers over one of your cocks, his free hand jerking off the other one. He fingers open his already well stretched hole diligently, very excited to take you. All of you.

You bring the other clone into a kiss, taking a hand down in between his legs and teasing his aching sex. He whines into your mouth and grabs your wrist, wordlessly telling you to stop teasing him.

You slip two fingers inside him slowly, curling your fingers up at the perfect spot.

Meanwhile, the other Dottore slowly lowers himself onto you. Grinning widely as both of your lengths push into his hole. Just the entrance is almost enough to make him come.

He drips pre cum onto your lower abdomen, whining loudly about how you'll tear him apart.

The other clone hisses at him, jealous that he only gets your fingers because of the other's selfishness. You pick him up by his waist and sit him down on your face. He excitedly grinds down, arching his back and moaning in ecstasy as your mouth gets to work on eating him out.

The clones take their time riding both halves of you, getting their equal amount of getting fucked by both your cocks and your mouth.

One of them passes out after its fourth orgasm but the other is still going, riding your cocks like it'll never get this opportunity again. Which is very likely.

Prime Dottore enters the room, assuming you'd be done by now. He looks at you and his clone with disdain and jealousy, the way your looking at it and holding it pisses him off greatly.

He throws his mask to the floor and stomps over to you two and forces his clone off of you. "Had your fun, huh?"

"You wanted me to do this, Zandik." You smile, pulling him onto the bed and quickly ridding him of his clothes. "How can you be jealous of yourself? Hm?"

"It's- No- I'm not jealous."

"Aren't you? You know you get rewards for honesty." You tower on top of him and stretch him open. "C'mon, don't you want me to stuff you full tonight? Or are you going to keep your pride and get fucked by just my fingers?"

"...Fuck. I was jea- jealous, okay? You're insufferable." He looks to the side, cheeks flushing pink.

"Good boy." You pull your fingers out. "You want both of my cocks don't you? Say it."

"I...I want both."

"Of what?" You smirk, your teasing voice pissing him off.

"Ugh.." Dottore sighs, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "I want both of your..cocks inside me."

"You're being so good for me today." You brush his hair back and kiss his forehead. Dottore grabs the sides of your arms and pushes you onto your back.

"Next time, you're just going to have to deal without me." Dottore lowers himself down onto you. "I'm the only one you can fuck. Got it?"

You grip his ass. "Got it. You're so cute when you're jealous."

He ignores you and arches his back, moaning when you're fully inside him. Every time you bottom out in him it sends electricity throughout his body, his mind has to take a moment to process it.

When he does, he grips your neck both for balance and to choke you. "Yo- your body is mine—" He moans.

He bounces up and down on your lengths, feeling pure bliss from having them hit the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him.

Dottore always looks so beautiful when he's on top of you, he has no reason to keep up a facade. He just lets himself go and moans freely.

And you always give him a sickeningly loving look that makes him tremble.

"Ho- how many times?" He asks, voice wavering. "How many times did you- co- come in my clo- clones?"

You bring up three fingers.

His body shakes. "You ha- have to- do it to- to me- too-"

You smile in agreement, why would you ever disagree to it?

Dottore gives up on riding you after his first orgasm, letting you flip him onto his back and fucking him until you reach your release.

You always wear condoms during sex because you know Dottore doesn't like the idea of feeling bloated or having to deal with the aftermath very much. He's already taken precautions to ensure he doesn't get pregnant on the off chance the condom fails.

He'll probably regret this later but for now, you're taking full advantage of it.

Dottore pulls you close to him and bites all over your neck, claiming you as his. You do the same, leaving hickeys and bite marks down his neck to just beneath his collarbone.

He tightens around you, more sensitive now, and whimpers as you nibble on his skin.

You usually hold back during sex so you can stay inside longer but you find yourself quickly coming a second time with Dottore following close behind.


Dottore rolls his head back and mutters. "One m- more time~"

You bring him into a deep and sloppy kiss while intensifying your thrusts, making the both of you lightheaded.

You two stay kissing for a while, parting for air but always going back for more. Dottore has his nails dug into your back while yours are in his waist.

The other segments have long gone but all of them can hear the loud noises coming from the room, they roll their eyes knowing they'll be tasked with Dottore's work while he recovers.

"Close–" You groan, gripping his waist harder and burying your head in his neck. Dottore bites his lip, body shivering with excitement.

Your movements stutter and eventually come to a halt as you come inside him, adding to the obscene amount of spend that was already there.

"Are you happy now?" You ask breathlessly.

Dottore nods before drifting off to sleep. You pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, you have no intention of seeing him upset that you didn't clean him up.

It's a full day scene (and we're not in a play)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top AMAB GN reader, bottom sub mammon, pet play, (nonverbal) subspace, spit kink, feeding, omorashi/watersports/piss, cockring, overstim and edging, begging, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, minor scent kink

“The conditions are perfect!” Mammon yelled as he entered your room- without having knocked mind you. You looked up from your DDD, flummoxed. Mammon, either unaware of your obvious confusion or choosing to ignore it, continued as he made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, “everyone is gonna be out of the house tomorrow, n’ I’m not busy, n’ I assume yer not busy because yer never busy-” you cut him off.

“First of all, I do get busy,” you glared, yet there was no genuine anger behind it, “Second of all, what are you talking about?” Mammon’s brown skin flushed at your question as he fidgeted.

“Ya know what I asked ya about… like a month ago…” you waited expectantly, and Mammon let out a frustrated sigh before he mumbled, “‘bout the full day scene.” Your eyes widened in recognition,

“Oh!” you smiled, and grabbed his hands gently, “yes I do. You want to be my puppy all day tomorrow?” Mammon nodded, still a little embarrassed, but also thrilled by the promise of what was to come, you kissed his hands lovingly before speaking, “Let's talk about how you want it to go then.”

It took a bit, with Mammon getting too excited or flustered at some of your questions and prompts, but the two of you came up with a loose game plan for tomorrow. You were a little intimidated by the fact that Mammon is going to be in and out of subspace for such a long period, but he reminded you that he trusts you, and that you have safe words too. After talking, you go about the rest of your night as you normally would, yet there’s an underlying feeling of excitement between the two of you.

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You wake up in the morning with Mammon licking your cheek. Groaning you shove him away gently, but he just refocuses to lick your hand

“Ugh, good morning to you too Mams,” you mumble, your voice a bit hoarse from sleep. You sit up, wiping your spit slicked hand on your blanket. As soon as you’re alert enough to function Mammon nuzzles his face into your neck, moving so he’s seated on your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as he eagerly licks and nips at your neck.

It’s not long before you feel him not so subtly grind his hardening cock against you. He wanted to sleep naked last night, so nothing prevents you from touching his skin when you reach down to stroke him slowly. “You’re already excited, pup?” you question, pulling down his foreskin, and rubbing the head of his dick gently as he jerks his hips into your touch. Mammon pants and lets out a little yips into your neck as you stroke him off. When precum starts to bubble at his tip you pull away. He whines, continuing to jerk his hips even though you’ve stopped touching him. “I’m not going to let you stain these sheets with your cum so early in the day puppy, you’re going to wait until we’re in the shower,” you pat his thigh signaling that he should get up. Mammon hops off the bed, rubbing his thighs together while he waits for you to get up.

He follows you around, still hard and panting, as you move around the room picking out your clothes and grabbing his accessories. When you’re done he rushes ahead of you, into the bathroom. You hear the shower start before you can even reach the door, and his enthusiasm makes you laugh. You take your time brushing your teeth first then undressing while Mammon watches, his head poking out from behind the curtain. He backs up when you move to enter the shower, giving you space to wet your body. As soon as your hair is wet he’s pawing at your side, whining pointedly. You turn to face him,

“Alright puppy, let's take care of you, yeah?” Mammon's face breaks into a grin and he licks your face unapologetically now that you can easily wash off his slobber. You take him into your hand, once again jerking him off, while his hands grip your shoulders. Mammon’s tongue finds your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss as he whines and moans into your mouth. It doesn’t take him long to cum, shooting off onto your stomach. The shower spray cleans it off of you, which is sort of disappointing as you’ve taken a liking to watching Mammon lick his messes off of you.

“Gotta piss, master,” Mammon speaks for the first time today, letting you know he’s been pulled out of his nonverbal subspace

“Go ahead pup, but if you get hard after I’m not going to let you get off,” you decide. Mammon whines, pressing his flaccid cock against your stomach before letting go. His pee is hotter than the shower water that cleans you off and he reaches down to rub what he can into your skin, tickling you and making you suppress giggles. When he’s done he screws his eyes closed while you feel him twitch against you. You gather he’s trying to will himself not to get hard, and by the looks of it, it’s taking him some effort not to do so.

“You done?” he nods at your question, still closing his eyes, “then let’s get washed up.” You clean yourself first, Mammon helping where he can (essentially he just rubs his soapy hands over your body), but mostly he just watches you. You take your time when you scrub him down and wash his hair. You want him to start the day feeling safe and secure with you, and this is one way to go about it.

When you’re done you turn off the water and get out. Mammon follows, shaking his head as he exits, flinging water all over the bathroom.

“Mammon!!” you cry, quickly throwing a towel over his head to prevent any more damage. You laugh as you gently help him dry off. By the time you’re done Mammon has gone back to panting softly. You feel a twinge in your bladder.

“Ah, I’ve got to go pee too,” Mammon is falling to his knees as soon as he hears “pee” fall from your lips. He opens his mouth, looking up at you expectantly. “Good boy,” you run a hand through his still damp hair, and slip your cock into his warm, wet mouth. He deepthroats you with ease, and you have to really focus on relaxing, because the way that Mammon swallows around you does not help. Eventually you start to relieve yourself, filling his mouth with your piss. Mammon moans around you, his eyes fluttering shut as he gulps down what you give him. When you’re done Mammon keeps sucking, getting you hard in his mouth. You tug on his hair, guiding him up and down on your cock at the pace you want. “Good puppy,” you praise as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming. Mammon looks back up at you through his white lashes, and that’s what pulls you over. You cum down his throat, holding his head at the base of your dick until you’re done.

When you release him, Mammon kisses the head of your dick sweetly, then stands back up, his cock hard. He rubs himself against your thigh, and you laugh, “again puppy, seriously? I told you, you're not going to get off again,” you remind him, causing him to whine pitifully. He listens though, shuffling back to give you space. You turn around, grab Mammon's tooth brush and apply toothpaste. When you turn back around Mammon is crowding into your personal space with his mouth open. “What a good puppy I have,” he puffs up at your praise, and you get to work brushing his teeth for him.

When you’re done with brushing his teeth, you grab his hand and lead him out into the bedroom. “Sit,” you command simply, pointing at the bed. Mammon does as he’s told, watching you get dressed while he pants softly, his cock still hard between his legs. You’re honestly a bit shocked that he’s being such an obedient pet right now.

You bring Mammon’s accessories to the bed so he doesn’t have to move. Carefully you attach his white faux ears, patting his head when you’re done. Mammon lets out a happy bark that you laugh at. You fasten his gold collar around his neck next, connecting a simple black leather leash to the ring in the middle. Then you look down at his crotch, “I know we talked last night about caging you, but you’re being such a good boy I don’t think you deserve that,” Mammon smiles up at you, bouncing a bit at your praise. “Plus, I can’t put it on while you’re hard. We’ll just do your tail for now, ok?” You ask, to which Mammon nods happily.

You pick up the lube and Mammon takes that as a cue to turn over, adjusting so his ass is up while his head rests comfortably on the bed. You lube up your fingers, running your hand over his ass while you wait for it to warm. Once you deem it good enough, you rub two fingers over his twitching hole before slipping them in. Mammon moans at the intrusion, pushing his hips back against your fingers. You get to work on stretching him open, knowing you have a limited time until Mammon cums from your fingers alone.

You inform him that you’re going to remove your fingers when he’s prepped enough, and yet he still whines when you pull them out. Then, you lube up the butt plug end of his white tail, and massage his rim with your still lubed up fingers while you wait for that to warm as well. Mammon whines and moans when you finally insert the plug into him. As you finish you smack his ass lightly with the hand that’s still dry to hear him yip quietly.

“Cute boy, c’mon, I’m going to wash my hands and we can go eat,” Mammon slowly gets off the bed, adjusting to the feel of the plug rubbing against his insides while he walks. “Oh!” you stop him before you go to the bathroom, grabbing the cockring you almost missed. “I can’t have my puppy cumming without permission, can I?” you muse as you slip the ring over his erection. You gather the precum that’d been accumulating at his head with your fingers and bring them up to Mammon's mouth. He licks your fingers off, staring you down as he sucks sloppily on them. You tug on his tongue causing him to yelp, “behave yourself,” you remind him, and make your way to the bathroom.

After washing your hands you lead Mammon by his leash down to the kitchen. True to his word, everyone is out of the house for one reason or another, and you thank whatever force that made it so. You make yourself a bowl of cereal, and a fruit bowl for Mammon. Sitting down at the table, Mammon joins you, sitting (or as best as he can with a tail in) on the floor next to you. You eat slowly, hand feeding Mammon fruit between bites. He eats carefully, trying his best not to nick your fingers with his teeth as he does.

When you’re done you lead Mammon back to the kitchen to set your dishes in the sink. While there you fill a glass of water for him, and bring it to his lips, making him drink it all before you head back upstairs.

“Okay puppy,” you unleash him as soon as you’re back in the room, “go sit on the bed while I work,” Mammon does as he’s told, moving your pillows and blankets to make a little pile for himself before curling up in it. You grab a water bottle, tossing it onto the bed gently, “stay hydrated,” you tenderly remind him. You then plop down at your desk and start working on assignments for RAD.

You get a few hours of good work done before Mammon starts to get restless. Shuffling noises coming from your bed distract you, and you look over to see him humping one of your pillows. “Mams,” you warn, voice hard and sudden. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out an embarrassed whine as he obediently stills his hips. He then huffs in annoyance before laying back down. You return to your work, but you have a feeling he’s going to get restless again.

You’re correct in your suspicions. Half an hour later you hear him whining and shuffling around again, this time with the addition of him sniffing. When you turn back around he’s humping the pillow again, his face shoved into it to try and stifle his moans while he sniffs the scent you left on it. You sigh and put down your pen, quietly and swiftly making your way to the bed. When you get there you grab his hair roughly, and pull him up to look at you. Mammon squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut, his hips still grinding on the pillow. “Cut that out right now, or I’ll cage you,” you threaten. He whines, trying to shake his head as best as he can. “Be a good puppy for,” you check the clock, “another half an hour, and we’ll have lunch,” you promise. Mammon nods, obeying and immobilizing his hips but whining softly at the loss of friction. When you release your hold on his hair his head flops against the pillow, and you pet him gently, “be good and you’ll get a reward Mams,” you promise.

The next half hour goes by without issue. When you get up from the desk Mammon is hopping out of the bed and grabbing his leash, bringing it back in his mouth for you. You laugh, “you’re going to stay up here, I’ll bring lunch back here, ok?” Mammon wilts at your words, whining sadly. You pet his head, “I’ll only be a minute, promise,” he nods, returning back to the bed and curling up in his pile of soft things. As you leave you wonder if he’s too deep in headspace to realize this is a test on his behavior.

You make the two of you Hell-sauce flavored instant noodles as a reward for his obedience so far, quickly hurrying back to your room. When you get back Mammon has taken to chewing on one of the pillows, but otherwise is in the same position you left him in. “Good boy!” you praise as you join him on the bed. Mammon perks up, smiling at you while you get settled in his accumulation of pillows and blankets. You set one cup of noodles on your bedside table, “open up,” you request, holding a forkful up to Mammon. He scoots closer as he eats, practically in your lap by the time you’re done feeling him. You decide to just pull him into your lap fully, hyper aware of avoiding his plug, then you eat your lunch. Mammon cuddles into you as you eat, sniffing you every once in a while. You notice that he’s no longer hard, so between bites you remove the cockring, pocketing it for the time being.

You take your time eating, savoring the peace. It doesn’t last for long though.

After a few minutes you feel something wet on your lap, and then Mammon is whining up a storm. He’s looking up at you with worried watery eyes, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You can feel yourself start to harden at the realization that he’s pissing on you. You’re still holding onto your lunch, so lean over to put your cup down on your bedside table again before wrapping your arms around Mammon. “It’s ok pup,” you reassure, “you just had an accident, I’m not mad,” he nuzzles his head into your chest, clutching onto your shirt, his hands shaking a bit. When he’s done you pat his thigh, “alright, I don’t want to get cold, let’s clean this up.” Mammon stands on shaky legs, so you help him get steady by holding his hand. When you assess the damage you realize that most of it got on you, or the pillows and blankets that he’d assembled. Thank God you don’t have to wash your sheets.

Mammon watches you first remove the affected pillows and blankets- it takes you a bit as he refuses to let go of your hand. He whines as soon as you release his hand to take off your wet pants. Moving into your space, he paws at your hands. “I know you like holding hands, Mams, but these pants are uncomfortable for me,” you explain, ignoring his nonverbal complaints as you pull down your pants. His whines shift to a long drawn out moan at the sight of your half hard cock, and he pulls out his big puppy eyes. You purse your lips for a second as you think. “Can you tell me what you want?” it’s a safe open-ended question, either he can or he can’t. Mammon clears his throat,

“I wanna,” his voice is shaky after hours of simply whining, “I wanna warm ya while yer doing yer work,” he flushes and nervously fiddles with his collar. You smile, brushing some of his hair away from his face and scratching behind his faux ears,

“Of course pup, good job using your words,” Mammon mimics your smile shyly.

While he makes the space under your desk comfortable (shoving a pillow under there for his knees), you grab some wipes and the vibrating cockring that's controlled by an app on your phone. Before he can go under you wipe him down and slip it on. You wipe yourself down, but ignore your cock as Mammon will have that part of you in his mouth in no time.

The two of you transition into the second half of your day like this, with you doing your work while Mammon sits under your desk cockwarming you. Every so often you reach down to pet his hair gently, turn on the ring, or remove him briefly so his jaw doesn’t get stiff. He doesn’t make much noise except for the occasional slurp around you, or when you turn up the vibrations he’ll moan. Sometime in the later half of the afternoon you finish all the work you wanted to get done, so you shut your laptop and look down to see Mammon looking up at you expectantly.

“Mmm puppy you’re so cute,” you praise, grabbing your phone and turning up the vibrating cockring to the highest level. “Think you can give me a dry orgasm, precious?” you ask, your tone so casual it’s as if you’re inquiring about the weather. Mammon moans around you, his eyes watering; you can see his hips shaking, and you know he’s trying to move the plug inside of him so it rubs against his prostate. The sight of him makes you harden in his mouth.

“Make me cum before you do,” you command, and Mammon gets right to work. He’s sucking and bobbing like his life depends on it. His sheer enthusiasm would make you laugh if it were not for how good it felt. Your hands hold on tight to his white hair, yet unlike this morning, you let him move freely, rather than using his hair to move his head along your length. He pulls off your cock to lick and suck at your heavy balls, using one of his hands to sloppily jerk you off as he does. When you start to leak precum he sucks and licks at your head until you’re cursing up a storm. As soon as he takes you down to the base again you’re pulled over the edge, watching his eyes roll into his head as you fill his mouth with your hot cum. Your toes curl, closing your thighs around his head to hold him in place. Mammon is moaning around your cock, his hips thrusting erratically as he experiences a dry orgasm. When you're both finished you release his head and manage out a semi stern, “enough.” He pulls off slowly, a string of saliva connecting from your cock to his lips.

“Hurts,” Mammon’s voice cracks, eyes watering at the overstimulation. You hastily turn off the vibrations, move your desk chair back a bit, then hoist mammon up into your lap. His dick is very red, still hard, and coated in precum.

“Is it ok for me to take off the cockring puppy?” Mammon, still crying, buries his head into your neck, finding your hand and holding onto it fiercely.

“Mhmm,” he prepares for the overwhelming sensation that will come with taking it off. With his permission you carefully pull off the ring, and Mammon bites down hard on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, as he cums all over his chest and stomach. You coo and praise him softly as he works himself through his second orgasm within minutes.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” after being edged for hours, you imagine getting that off is a relief. Yet he's probably overstimulated with how he came twice in such a short period of time. Mammon has taken to sucking on the spot he bit, refusing to lift his head even after his cock softens. “Do you want to take a bath puppy?” you ask gently, rubbing your free hand along his back. Mammon finally releases your skin to nod. You reach over to the wipes you set on your desk, and wipe him up as best as you can. “I have to pull out your tail for the bath baby, is that ok?” Mammon nods again, so you gently and very carefully remove his tail from him before lifting him up. Mammon circles his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. Having him secure you start walking.

When you reach the bathroom you gently put Mammon down on the toilet, and set his tail- that you carried with you in case he wanted it after- on the sink counter. He moves his arms from your neck to around your waist as you remove his ears. When you reach for his collar Mammon stops you with a high pitched whine, “That’s ok puppy, we can keep that on,” you assure, and he nods, letting his eyes fall shut as you maneuver him into the tub. You start the water, making sure the temperature is comfortable for him. Mammon reaches for your hand again as you wait for the tub to fill up. His hands are sweaty in your grasp, yet you don't mind one bit. Once the water reaches the amount that you want you turn off the faucet, and reach for a bath bomb. Mammon watches it fizzle with great interest as he leans his head against the wall.

After a while of soaking you can tell Mammon is coming out from his subspace by the way he starts to ramble.

"Can ya join me in here? Ya look funny sitting there with no pants on," he snorts out a giggle, and then he reddens once he realizes what he's said, "I mean, you don't have to. I don't need you in the bath with me, I'm doin’ just fine now," but you're already pulling off your shirt. Mammon moves up so you can slip in behind him. He sits between your legs, now leaning against your back. "You were so cruel, makin' me wait to cum. Now my dick hurts," he whines, rubbing your legs that cocoon around him.

"Does it really?" You wonder, mildly concerned that you pushed him too hard.

"Nah,'' He admits after a while, "I'm a big powerful demon," he adds, like you might've forgotten. "But imagine if it did! That'd be mean. You should treat the great Mammon with more respect and care," you roll your eyes, but he can't see that.

"Sure thing puppy," you run your fingers lightly along his spine, "you done for the day or-" Mammon cuts you off with a disgruntled squawk.

"I could go a million rounds if I wanted to," he brags even though you know that’s a complete and utter lie. "'Sides when are we gonna get a chance like this again? I wanna use our time to the fullest," he slaps your thighs to accentuate his point, causing you to laugh.

"Good, because I still want to fuck your tight hole," Mammon squeaks, turning back to look at you.

"Not fair! Don't get me hard in the bath!" He whines, hitting your thigh.

"You've got a hair trigger you know that," you tease and watch his neck redden with flush. Mammon mumbles something under his breath so you tug on the front of his collar gently, "what was that?"

"Said, only fer you," he speaks up, crossing his arms and looking down. You kiss the exposed part of his neck tenderly,

"You're such a sweet puppy Mams, what did I do to deserve such a good boy?" Mammon huffs at your overexuberant praise, but you can tell he likes it from the way he leans into you and relaxes.

You sit in the bath for a while longer, stopping once Mammon starts grinding back against you. “You’re not slick,” you inform him, reaching around to grope his half hard cock. He moans softly, looking up at you,

“Ya gonna fuck me now?” he asks sweetly to which you frown,

“Where’s your manners pup?” Mammon’s eyes widen,

“'M sorry. Please master, please fuck me now,” he tries again, still grinding back against you.

“Better, but I think you need to remember your place puppy,” Mammon bites his lip nervously. “Stand up,” he does, slowly so he doesn’t fall. You join him, guiding him out of the tub. You grab a towel for you and Mams; wrapping his around him while you actively dry off. Then, you help Mammon dry off. “Go to the bed and wait for me,” you instruct, smacking his ass as he moves to leave. He yelps, and flushes as you watch him hurry back into your room. When he’s gone you clean up the bathroom a bit, drain the bath, and wash off the butt plug end of Mammon’s tail. Turns out you didn’t need it.

It only takes you a few minutes, but when you enter your room Mammon is fingering himself already. He’s got your bottle of lube next to him, tweaking his nipple with his free hand, and his faux ears are sloppily attached to his head. He hasn’t noticed you watching him, too consumed with stretching himself out to focus on anything else. You get hard watching him desperately finger fuck himself, so eager to have something inside of him. When he starts panting your name you click your tongue and his head shoots up, stopping but not pulling his fingers out yet. “Naughty boy,” Mammon whimpers,

“Nuh- no, was trying to be good, get ready for you,” he tries, finally removing his fingers. You make your way to the bed, tossing his tail at the other end.

“You couldn’t be patient and wait a few minutes could you pup? Your slutty hole can’t wait to be filled, you naughty puppy,” you grab his thighs and pull him down under you, Mammon squeaks at your rough manhandling of him. With one hand you grab the lube next to him and coat your cock, “you’re going to regret touching yourself without permission,” you tell him, and thrust fully into him. He lets out a little grunt at the feeling of suddenly being so full, pre collecting at his head already. You don’t wait for him to adjust, but you start out slow, grabbing his hips for leverage.

“Faster,” he begs, grinding back against you. You spank his thigh hard,

“Mind your fucking manners pup,” you growl, keeping your pace steady. Mammon wails,

“‘M sorry master,” he wraps his legs around your waist, “please faster, please,” he tries again. You ignore his pleas, continuing to fuck him hard and slow. Mammon begs and whines under you, his hands coming up to play with his nipples. You allow him, thinking it’s cute how he knows not to touch his weeping cock, yet he’s still searching for pleasure.

Eventually you lose your patience with fucking him so slow, so you quicken your pace. Mammon howls as you do,

“Oh thank you master, thank you, thank you,” he babbles, clenching around you as you fuck him good and deep. You grunt as he flutters and clenches around you, angling your hips so you hit his prostate with each thrust. Mammon lets out little “ah, ah, ah's", his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut, as he grabs the sheets beneath him. Grabbing the ring at the front of his collar with one hand, you pull him up into a sloppy, filthy kiss. It’s messy and desperate, with him sucking on your tongue and your teeth occasionally clacking. When you pull back to catch your breath Mammon is panting, drool covering his lips and chin, looking up at you with glazed over eyes.

“You gonna cum soon puppy?” you ask, your voice rough and deep. All Mammon can do is nod, arching his back and clenching around you. You let go of his collar, and reach down to stroke him off, “go ahead puppy,” you permit, once again pulling down his foreskin to give his head attention. Mammon jerks helplessly as he tries to grind against your cock and fuck your fist simulatiously.

“Gon’ cum master, ungh fuck, thank you,” he mumbles before tensing up and cumming into your hand. He squeezes around you like a vice, clamping his eyes shut, while his mouth drops open in a silent scream. You fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm as Mammon falls apart on your cock. “Cum inside please master, please, fill me with yer cum, please- No!” he feels you pull out fully, his eyes shooting open. You jerk yourself off and cum on his cock and stomach instead, moaning his name as you do.

When you come down from your high you notice Mammon is crying, sobbing, at the fact that you didn’t fill him up. You hush and coo, holding him close while swiping away his tears gently. He leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around you to ground himself,

“I told you, you were going to regret touching yourself, pup,” you remind him softly, kissing him lovingly. When you pull away he’s not as distraught,

“If ‘m good, then you’ll fill me up with yer cum?” he asks sweetly. You huff out a laugh,

“Of course puppy, are you going to behave?” he nods eagerly at your question, “good boy,” you praise, stretching out his hole and pressing your flaccid cock inside. “We’ll wait until I’m hard again and then I’ll give you my cum, okay puppy?”

“Thank you master,” Mammon sighs, smiling in a way that makes you know that you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.