Denial

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⌗ contents ҂ wc :: ┐(´∇｀)┌

╰─➤ dom! reader x sub! albedo, teasing, orgasm denial, handjob

⌗ pairings :: sub! albedo & dom gn! reader

the cold air sent a shiver down albedo’s spine, it was either that or the way you teased his aching cock; denying him any release. “please y/n !” he begged, his face flushed red, the same shade as his tip. “hm ? mr. albedo, you should be careful you won’t break anything.” you chuckled as you pulled on his hair, bringing his head back. he moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. “oh my..i should record that for later.” you whisper by his ear with a teasing smirk. “mmh..need to cum.” albedo’s words came out slurred; drool escaping and dripping onto the wooden table. “what a mess mr. albedo !” you commented, letting his head flop back down, his disheveled hair falling to the sides of his face.

“ah ! o-oh–need to cum..!” he couldn’t count how many times it has been that you’ve cruelly ruined his orgasms. this time felt so close; you kept stroking him but right at the last second you took it away again. “no no no !” albedo sobbed; fat tears falling down his cheeks. “mr. albedo ? would you like me to stop ?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder, and gave him gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder. “no ! i..i want you to continue.” taking a moment to let him catch his breath you sucked hickeys onto his neck, slowly stroking and using his building pre cum as lube. his breathing grew heavy again, much closer to panting now. your hand skillfully jacked him off, focusing on the tip a lot more than usual. “w-wait–oh archons !” albedo’s tears streamed down like a waterfall; hiccups being hear every few seconds. his hips thrusted into your hand, chasing for his release. you laughed at him, pulling your hand away once you noticed the way his thighs twitched and stomach flexed.

“you know..you’re supposed to be working and yet here you are fucking my hand.” you tone was mocking but you knew just how much he loved it. “was working..‘n you interrupted m–fuck !” you interrupted him again, jacking him off again with much more speed than last. “what was that ?” you teased, nibbling on his neck; making sure to leave a mark. he moaned and squirmed, each time he got closer to cumming until he would feel like it’d just happen. “mr. albedo you know the rules.” you reminded, your hot breath tickling his ear and the squelching noises surrounding the room only brought him closer. his mind felt so fuzzy he couldn’t think. his only thoughts were you. you. you. he moved his head onto your shoulder, giving you a lot more room to mark him. “wan’ cum.”

his comments and responses got shorter and shorter as time went on. at first he was confident in his ability to be able to last multiple ruining orgasms but now you’ve went too far and he was brain fried. the only things he could possibly be thinking about was you and cumming. “i bet you wanna cum so bad, hm ? is that right mr. albedo ?” you questioned the blonde to get no response. you frowned in displeasure and gripped the base of his dick. “i asked a question ’bedo.” he let out a choked gasp as his eyes went wide. “yes ! ’m just wan’ cum.” his cries were delicious; oh how lucky you were to have someone so perfect and pretty as albedo.

“just give me one more yeah ? can you do one more ’bedo ?” you peppered kisses anywhere you could reach while you waited for his answer. accepting the small nod he gave you as you still pumped his dick. it looked like it was almost turning purple with all the edging. “close !” albedo suddenly warned, gripping your arm or any part of you he could. you only let it slide because he probably didn’t even know what he was doing himself. pulling away, you watched albedo thrash against you for a little; even crying once again.

“almost there.” you remarked in an attempt to cheer him up. the only difference this time is that you made sure to make him cum, focusing on his sensitive spots as you had him blanking out and seeing white. his moans were loud and whorish, you thought he could possibly cause an avalanche. “g-gonna–hah–cum !” the tear streaks made him look even more beautiful. “cum for me ’bedo.” the words alone triggered him to spurt cum all over your hand, his stomach, and going down his thighs. “good job ! you came so much, your so good for me.” you praised albedo, kissing him with such softness.

you grabbed a towel and made sure to clean albedo up before helping him dress again. he was silent the whole time, too tired and brain fried to speak. “looks like i’ll have to carry you home.” a soft smile graced his lips as he watched you turn everything off, put things away and pick him up in your arms bridal style. giving one more kiss on albedo’s forehead you both made your way back home.

Deal With a Drunkie

You make a deal with Venti for unlimited drinks

FTM!Venti x Top!Male Bartender Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Oral, Drunk Venti, Consensual, Venti gets his hands tied up, breeding kink at the end

Words: 986

"You're on shift today?" Venti groans.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You always cut me off!" He whines and sits on an empty barstool.

"'Cause you don't pay, your tab is building up. You should be grateful I even let you drink at all, I have to cut the losses at some point."

"You're just like Diluc!" He pouts.

"Then Diluc's a smart guy."

"Ugh...C'mon, look, I'll cut you a deal." Venti leans in. "Lend me your ear."

"Uh?" You lean in as well, allowing him to whisper in your ear.

"I'll give you a vision." He says.

"Hah!" You laughed at his words. "Not even an Archon can give visions, what makes you think a bard can?"

"Wh- How'd you know about that?" Venti looks at you, taken a back.

"Common sense. I mean, if archons could give visions, would the Tsaritsa be giving out delusions to soldiers instead of visions?" You shrugged.

"M-makes sense...Then.." He thinks for a moment. "I'll sing you as many songs as you'd like! I'll be free entertainment for the tavern!"

"I'll pass. I'd rather not be forced to hear your voice for hours on end. Plus, I can think of a different way you can use your mouth and hands." You winked, joking.

Venti blushed. "How about you show me then?"

"Show you?"

"Yeah...I'll...I'll do whatever you want."

"You want booze that bad?"

"It's unlimited drinks, I'll do anything for that!"

"Pfft. Sure. Alright, what would you like to start with?"

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"Unbutton that shirt of yours for me will ya?" You ask as you take off his cape and toss it elsewhere. He'd already taken off his corset earlier to 'allow room for more drinks'. He fumbles with the buttons, drunk.

"C'mon pretty boy, I ain't got all night." You say impatiently. He eventually gets it off.

"Hmm." You smile and grope his small tits. "Your only redeeming quality is your body."

He blushes and whimpers.

"Get on your knees." You order. Venti immediately drops to his knees. "Let's see what that mouth can do, hm?" You unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Venti grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. He gasps at the size.

He takes a deep breath and covers your dick in saliva, licking from the base to the tip. He sort of kisses the head of your cock before putting almost half of your length in his throat. He sucks you off diligently, doing his best to satisfy you.

"Shit- You're pretty fuckin' good-" You groan. "You must do this often."

Venti tries to deny it but just gets you going even further the way he tries to say 'no' while still sucking you off.

"Probably do it for free stuff too. I bet everyone loves using your cute little body." You smirk.

"N-no! I don't I- I've never done this before!"

"Really now? Are you a virgin too?"

He nods. You smirk.

"You don't seem the type." You look at him with interest.

"I just didn't have the time.." He says.

"So if you did, you'd be a prostitute?" You joke.

"That's not what I meant!"

"You must watch a lot of porn though, it looks like you knew what you were doing." You say thoughtfully.

Venti turns red and looks away.

"I knew it, guess you were hoping an opportunity like this would come around, huh? Turn around."

Venti looks at you confused but turns around anyway. You gently push him closer to the floor and bring his ass close to your hips.

You grab your belt and tie his hands behind his back. You didn't have plans to force him into sex, you just liked the way guys looked when they're restrained.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" Venti turns his head to you and gasps as you pull his shorts down.

"What? You thought I was gonna stop at a blowjob?" You rub his pussy through his underwear.

"Well...fine...Go ahead." He turns back around.

"You don't sound all that excited about it. I don't have to do it if its gonna be like that, I guess I can deal with just blowjobs." You shrug.

"N-no! That's-"

"Hm?"

"...Please fuck me!"

"I don't know..." You tease his little dicklit.

"Fuh~ please! Please~ mmh~ pow~ pound my puh~ pussy with your co- cock, please! I beh- beg you!" He squirms in your touch.

"Oh? No problem." You grin, pulling his underwear down.

You start to stretch him out. "Just pu- put it in!" Venti shakes his head.

"You're so demanding now." You laugh and fulfill his command.

"Yes~!" He moans as he feels you bottom out. "Fuh- Fuck~ Don't wait!"

You do as he says and start pounding into him.

"More~! More~!" Drool spills out of his mouth.

You give him more, hitting his cervix over and over.

"Fuck- Fuck~!" He was too drunk to even feel much pain.

"Shit- feels good, huh?" You lick your lips.

"So good~ (Name)~!" Venti nods.

"Didn't take long for you to become a cock whore." You smack his ass. "Or maybe you were born one."

"Fuck! I'm a co~ cock whore~!"

"You just wanna take my fucking dick all night, don't you." You rub his ass, preparing him for another slap.

"Uh~!" He moans at the slap. "Yes~! Fuh- Fuck me all~ night~! Please~!"

"Of course." You bite his shoulder.

"Hngh~! Ah~! Clo- close! Close~!" Venti tightens around you.

"Me too-" You groan.

"Cuh- cum inside~! Im- impreg~ impregnate me~!"

"You wanna get knocked up?" You groaned again as you felt Venti reach his orgasm.

"Yes~! Gimme your kids~! Fuck- Fucking breed me~!"

"Cumming-" Your movements turned sloppy.

"(Name)~!"

"Fillin' you up. Gonna make you a dad-" You say as you cum inside of Venti.

"Don't- Don't you d-dare stop!" Venti starts moving his body against yours.

"Wasn't planning to." You grinned.

Unexpected Enjoyment

FTM!Venti x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Corruption, Group Sex, Reader Has Clones, Triple Penetration

Words: 527

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Venti should've paid more attention to his drink. He should've made sure no one could lace it with anything. He should've been more careful.

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You offered to bring Venti to your place to sober up and thankfully no one found it suspicious. Everybody trusts you after all.

You drop Venti onto your bed, smirking at the passed out bard as you make quick work of his clothes. "Fuck, did you make yourself look this slutty on purpose?" You grope his chest. "Of all the forms you could've chosen..."

Venti groans sleepily.

"Ah, and you're already wet." You use your other hand to rub his cunt. "Having a nice dream, Barbatos?" Your hand wanders to his ass and uses his slick to stretch him out.

He writhes around in uncomfortableness, it's likely that he's never taken anything in his ass before.

Once you've decided he's been prepped enough, you create a clone of yourself. You pick Venti up while the clone lies down on the bed. You put Venti on top of your clone, his back flush against the clones chest.

While he slowly guides your dick inside Venti's ass, you create two other clones. Both at either side of the bed.

"ah..nngh-" Venti grimaces unconsciously. "ugh.."

You climb onto the bed and gently push your dick inside his cunt. Venti makes strained noises and moans in response.

One of your clones shoves his dick in Venti's mouth, shutting him up. He still manages to make noises though, albeit muffled. The other puts Venti's hand on his length, moving it and forcing him to jerk his dick.

Once you and your clone bottom out, Venti jolts awake. He makes muffled screams and tries to squirm around but fails, the pain of having two cocks inside him stops him from moving. He's still affected by the drugs and unable to use his powers.

All four of you ignore his desperate screams, the sounds only turning you on more. You and the clone on the bed start fucking Venti in perfect sync.

Venti tries to fight back the pleasure but ultimately fails, letting you and your clones fuck him stupid. He weakly jerks off one of them and relaxes his mouth.

"Look at this slut, so willing to get all his holes fucked." You laugh, rubbing his clit.

Venti moans as his eyes roll back, instant waves of pleasure flow through him as he squirts around your length. He clenches around you and your clone desperately.

"I think he wants us to come." You smirk.

Venti tries to nod his head yes, already feeling another orgasm approaching at the thought.

You and your clones speed up as you start to reach your climaxes, releasing your spend inside the Archon all at the same time.

It's like a water dam broke, all your cum spilling inside him and filling him to the brim. Venti tries to swallow everything he can, choking on most of it.

Your clone pulls away from his mouth, letting him catch his breath and calm down. He looks at you with his face drenched in cum, a drunken smile gracing his features.

"More..?" He asks sweetly.

Bottom/Sub!ZhonglixDom/Top!Reader

Contains: Sub!Yandere!Zhongli, Dom!M!Reader

Be aware of: Potentially non-con, Anal sex, rough sex, choking (slightly), hair pulling (slightly), overstimulation, male reader, praise kink, sir/master kink, modern!AU, breeding kink.

Uh-uh, no you don't.

Zhongli used his fingers to stretch his hole open wider. He positioned himself right over your hard cock and then slammed himself onto you.

"Haah! Oh my, you feel so good!" He moaned. You felt his walls clench around your cock but it still didn't feel right. You never agreed, did you? And you had just recently found out he was responsible for the recent deaths of your friends. Then he kidnapped you and tied you up in his basement.

Zhongli started bouncing on your cock at a slow pace. You bit your lip. But Zhongli kept on bouncing, shamelessly moaning. "Look at my hole, taking you so good", you closed your eyes and looked away. But you couldn't help freling good. His walls tightening around you, his moans echoing in the darkness and the absolute helplessness he was about to be found in.

You had long since managed to untie yourself and were just waiting for an opportunity to take control yourself. "Ah! (Y/N)!" He sped his pace up slightly but there was no increase to his moan. Is it really that dissapointing? Is it even dissapointing? You didn't like this, did you?

Finally you decided to make your move and lifted Zhongli off your cock, then you slammed him against the wall. He whimpered. "Fucking yourself so shamelessly? How brave." You whispred with a smirk as you pushed inside him again. "(Y/N)-!" He yelped. Loud moans escaped his lips as you slammed into him repeatedly. You fucked him hard and fast. He continously called your name.

"Look at you", you whispered with a low grunt. "Taking me so good", you praised him as tears brimmed his eyes. You pulled at his hair to bring him closer to you. You kissed him roughly.

Soon Zhongli was completely braindead as you fucked him rougher and rougher. "(Y/N), (Y/N), hah-" he sung your name until he couldn't speak anymore, only moans escaped him. You felt your orgasm nearing as Zhongli came without warning.

"Zhongli, take my cum. Even if you can't get pregnant, fucking take it." You came inside him and he came again. You pulled out and let the cum drip out of him.

"You're a good cumslut, Zhongli", you cooed inside his ear and he smiled. "Y-Yes I am, sir."

Soft dom???

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!!

(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

Kinktober day 5 : Dirty Talk & Tentacle

I had more work to do today, so I had less time and less brain power to write this. Enjoy what is 5% of my will to function.

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TW : Tentacle, Choking, Aphrodisiac, Mentions of Overstim

Character : Rengoku Kyojuro

Demon GN Reader

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You dodged a sword slash bathed in fire. A grin pulled across your face, you haven’t played with a hashira before, and this is fun. He overextended himself in one slash and you grabbed his arm, throwing him into the ground. You ran across the small clearing and into the nearby ruined house before he recovered.

Slipping above the door before he entered. He took a few steps before you dropped down behind him.

He turned, swinging his sword at you. You swatted his hand, hard enough to force him to drop his sword. Grabbing his neck hard and slamming him into the ground. Straddling his chest. He clawed at your hands, growling at you. The kicks hitting your back felt like nothing.

You watched calmly as his motions slowly weakened and slowed. The Flame hashira’ s Yellow and Red eyes became unfocused. His breathing slowed. You loosened your grip, allowing him to breath and giving you time to reveal your extra limbs.

Thick fleshy dripping tendrils pushed out your back, gripping his arms and legs. Another reached out and flung his sword away. Your grin never fading.

“So, what’s a Hashira like you doing out here? It’s rare for people to come for me.” You grinned as he started to struggle

“I have nothing to say!”

He struggles to fling you off, he didn’t even fling you off. You just stood up and walked away. Your tendrils wriggled under his uniform, pulling and tearing it off. The slick of your appendages staining his torso and legs. Only his haori was untouched, fluttering to the floor.

“What’s your name?”

“I am the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro! And I will slay you!”

You huffed as he kicked out, escaping one of your tentacles. You simply added more to hold him, pulling him down to a kneeling position, arms above his head. He yanked, doing his best to escape.

Leaning closer to his face, you stared into his eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty. Too bad you are human.” You purred

“Yomoya.”

You closed the gap, kissing him. Forcing the liquid into his mouth, making him swallow. The liquid you excrete is an aphrodisiac. Pulling away before he could bite.

“Now, time for me to have fun. I plan on making you my bitch.”

You wrapped a hand around his bruising neck again, leaving a bite against his collar bone. Drinking from him.

A wheeze pushed past his lips as two of your smaller tendrils nudged into him, pushing his undergarments to the side. Slowly stretching him out, another tendril joined them.

“Such a slutty Hashira. You are leaking.”

“Shut up.”

Slick dripping from his ass, down his thighs, and into a puddle on the floor. Pulling off his fundoshi stained, you tugged at his dick, other hand rubbing his chest and rubbing the aphrodisiacs into his muscles. Releasing his neck.

“You won’t win” Kyojuro glared

“I will pet, I always do.”

You made your tendrils force itself against his prostate. An animalistic noise tore out his throat. Ropes of white splattering onto the old tatami.

“So Pet, lets see how long you can resist. The night is still young after all.”

A thicker tentacle forced past the smaller ones, thoroughly filling him and pressing the smaller ones into his walls. Tears start to fall from his eyes. Bitten off squeaks and moans accompanied by the lewd sound of you playing with his ass. He rested his head against your shoulder.

“Pet? Is it too much for you.” You coo “do you want more?”

He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

“You do want more! Good slut!” A tendril wrapped around his dick and started to jack him off.

“NO! ST-STOP!” His voice hitched as he jerked back

Shoving a tendril into his mouth when he tried to make demands. Fucking his face and ass. His eyes rolled back and tongue slipping out as he came again. A low moan leaving his throat.

A few hours have passed and his eyes become fully unfocused. Allowing his arms to be free, he slumped into your arms.

“I can’t wait to fully break you, my pretty little pet.”

A smirk on your face, holding the fucked out Hashira close. You left his clothes, haori, and bloodstains in the house for people to find. Now time to get him home.

4 times Leona calls you mommy, and the time you call him “baby boy” back. 

MINORS DNI

TWST EN terms used, reader is not mc

dom top masc amab reader, sub bottom Leona Kingscholar, mommy kink, blowjob, possessiveness, masturbating, Leona has a knot, under negotiated kink

Apologies if the tenses are all over the place, that’s not my strong suit and I hardly ever write in the past tense  

It takes you by surprise the first time Leona says it. 

You’d found him lazing around in the botanical garden (big surprise), and you decided to join him by cuddling up behind him. Leona had turned his head to face you, and blinked his eyes slowly as he registered who you were. He then fully turned around so he could wrap his arms around you and shove his face into your chest. In the moments when he’s between sleep and consciousness, he can be uncharacteristically sweet. A big cuddly kitten. You ran your fingers through his hair, and tugged gently on one of his braids. 

“Mommy,” he had mumbled, oh so softly, and were you not completely focused on him it may have slipped past your ears. But you had been focused on him, and you heard it, loud and clear. 

In the moment, you’d blanked. The title made your heart thump in its chest– and your dick stirred in your pants– so much so that you worried Leona would pick up on it (you could always use his appearance as an excuse (that would get you a smug grin, for sure)). But it was an unusual title considering your masculine presentation. Or so you’d thought. 

As you processed it, you found that you weren’t all that surprised he'd begun to associate the title with you. Cater has loudly dubbed you as the “mom friend,” and according to Ruggie, you have a habit of babying Leona.

That day he'd looked so content and sleepy, nuzzling his face into your chest lovingly. Therefore, instead of asking him about it you’d simply made a note of it in the back of your head, and continued to card your fingers through his long hair, scritching behind his ears occasionally, letting him fall peacefully into slumber.

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The second time he calls you by the title, it's clearly a joke. 

Even though you’d told him to do it, somehow you had ended up being the one who picked up Leona’s clothes from the ground of his messy room while he played solitary chess.

“Y’know, you should be the one cleaning up after yourself if someone's coming over," you had chided, tossing a dirty t-shirt at him. Leona had pulled the shirt off where it landed on his head, and promptly threw it back at you. 

“Tch whatever you say, mommy,” he teased. That day, instead of offering a smart retort like you usually did in response to his teasing, you just folded the shirt he’d thrown and gave him a charged look. Leona’s tail flicked, and he squirmed under your gaze. Eventually he cleared his throat, breaking the pregnant silence by resuming his game and changing the subject to complain about something Vil said earlier.

The moment passed quickly, but you recall it often, wondering how much of a joke it really was.

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The third time he says it, you’re not actually 100% sure he said it. 

You had been sucking his dick in his room (he’d actually shown up to class today and you were rewarding him), swallowing down the pre that flowed from his tip. Leona had his hands on your head, being mindful of his claws, but not of his hips which jerked and thrusted into your mouth every so often. 

He’d been teetering on the edge for a bit, letting out gruff moans of your name, his cock twitching in your mouth. This time you’re sucking his dick as a reward, so– unlike other times when you sucked his dick for hours to edge him– you actually put effort into getting him off. To send him over you had let your hands wander to play with his balls. 

“Mah-ahhh,” he cried, and came without warning down your throat. You had choked a bit, caught off guard, but then enthusiastically you swallowed his cum down. Your hand that was playing with his balls moved to squeeze his quickly inflating knot, causing more cum to shoot down your throat. “Muh-ahhh,” he moaned again, then decided to cover his mouth. 

In the moment you had vaguely wondered if you were trying to find something that wasn’t there. That because you wanted him to call you mommy, your brain was supplying evidence that he had. And- wait since when did you want him calling you mommy?!

Instead of opening that can of worms, you had pulled off his dick as he softened, nipping his foreskin.

“Brat,” you grumbled hoarsely, referring to how he had cum without warning.

You noticed how Leona’s dick twitched, simply at you calling him a brat.

Again instead of addressing it, you just squeezed his knot until it deflated, then pulled him into your lap. He’d then slowly jerked you off, making out with you as he did. Once you had cum Leona made a big show of lapping it up from where it landed on your stomach, and you hauled him back up to kiss you until he got too sleepy to keep up with you.

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It doesn’t take you long to come to terms with the fact that, yes you do want Leona to call you mommy. And once you do, your brain is off and running.

You are utterly consumed by newfound fantasies. You can’t stop imagining Leona whimpering “mommy please,” as you slide your fingers in and out of him, or him growling the title when you deny him an orgasm, or him wailing “thank you mommy,” when you’re particularly generous and fuck him instead of going to class.

The thoughts are so frequent, they get you so worked up, that sometimes Leona can’t be there to help you with your sexual tension.

Like a few days ago, when he was busy at a housewarden meeting, and you were holed up in your room with a hand down your pants, jerking off to the thought of him riding you. You had imagined him looking down at you with that shit eating smirk as he rolled his hips slowly. You imagined spanking him to make him speed up as you stroked your dick faster. 

“Good boy, get mommy off,” your voice was a strained whisper in the quiet room. You imagined Leona clenching around you at your words (and you had squeezed yourself accordingly). 

The Leona that you had conjured in your head, was sweating, so worked up from the way your cock stretched him out and fuck him so deeply, it made him want to work harder. His dick would hang heavy and hot– maybe even dripping pre already– between his legs, bobbing from the way he quickly fucks himself atop of you.

You felt yourself getting close, so the fantasy Leona growled and tightened around you, begging mommy for release, begging that you would mark his insides with your cum.

With a muffled yelp, you had finished inside your closed fist, wishing it was inside Leona instead. 

As you cleaned your cum off your hand with a tissue you wondered how much longer you could take before you inevitably broke.

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Luckily, an opportunity presents itself today when you have him in doggy style, teasing him by fucking him deep and slow. Leona says it a fourth time.

His tail wraps around your waist, keeping you close, his arms clinging onto a pillow as you dick him down.

"Mommy," it's quiet, slipping from his lips between moans. 

“What was that kitty?” you huff, leaning over him more, caging him in with your body. You briefly wonder if your fantasies have finally gotten out of control, but nevertheless your heart rate accelerates with adrenaline at the prospect of him calling you mommy. 

“Nothin’” he protests, letting out a moan of your name, likely to distract you. 

“What did you call me,” you demand, rather than ask. You stop fucking him to wrap your arms around his chest, and hoist him up. You resume fucking him, now vertically. The new position gets you deeper, has him clawing at your arms, his head flung back against your shoulder, clenching like a vice around you. 

“Mama,” he chokes out, “oh, mommy.” With his confession you reward him by rubbing at his swollen nipples. Hearing him finally say it makes you feel like your body is on fire.

“Good boy,” the way he shudders at your words does not go unnoticed by you. “That’s what you- ah, wanna be for me, huh Leona?” you snap your hips upward, rubbing against his prostate with each thrust. 

You nuzzle your face between where his neck and shoulder meet, licking him gently. Leona groans, knows what's coming, and moves his head over so you have more room. You sink your teeth into his skin, and sure yours are much more dull compared to his, but you make a fresh indent in his skin all the same. In response a deep growl comes from the Savanaclaw housewarden at the mix of pain and pleasure. You kiss the spot before pulling away to admire your work.

Leona’s drooling now, clinging desperately onto you as you fuck him roughly.

“Yeah- ah fuck, thank you, mommy,” his voice is deep and thick with lust. He loves being marked up by you, and you love seeing all the evidence of what you’ve done to him. 

You kiss him as best as you can in this position, being so careful not to let him nick you with his fangs. When you pull back he looks positively fucked dumb. 

“You’re such a good boy, you’re- hah- my good boy,” Leona groans, arching his back into you, “my sweet kitten,” you can feel him clench tighter around you, “my baby boy,” and with that Leona cums with a yelp, his hole spasming around you, his whole body shivering and shuddering as his eyes roll back into his head. 

Leona jerks his hips back against yours as he rides out his orgasm, selfishly chasing his own pleasure. You can’t find it in you to be displeased with him, not when he’s just given you the best orgasm you’ve ever witnessed him have (so far). 

As soon as he’s done he becomes like jello in your arms, so you slow down, easing him back onto him onto his stomach. He doesn't make any complaints or requests for you to stop, but you take it nice and easy for him anyways- despite wanting so badly to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name.

"Fuck baby boy, I had no idea you'd like that so much," you groan, squeezing his ass with one hand, and holding his hip possessively with the other. Leona clenches weakly around you,

"Mommy, cum n'me, please," he mumbles. A hand of his goes under to soothe his throbbing, inflated knot. 

"Oh? Does mommy’s baby boy want to- ah, be filled?” Leona purrs under you.

"Yes, please, fuckin’ need it," he sounds so pitifully desperate that you can’t help but coo and kiss his back lovingly.

You take his pleas as an invitation to pick up the pace of your thrusts. Now you fuck into him with only the intent of chasing your orgasm. Leona growls at the overstimulation, and the sound only adds to your arousal.

“You take my cock so well baby,” you muse between heavy breaths as you pound him into the mattress. “Such a good kitten- fuck, made for taking me,” you feel your balls tighten, 

“Yours, yours,” Leona insists weakly, clawing at the bed with his free hand.

“Mine,” you groan, finally cumming deep inside him. Leona lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a growl, his tail flicking excitedly as you fill him up.

“Oh yes,” he purrs, clenching around you. You fuck him through your orgasm, then stay inside until you grow soft. Before pulling out you give a few lazy thrusts, just to hear the lewd squelching that comes from you doing so.

By the time you pull out, Leona’s knot has definitely deflated. 

“Hey,” you whisper only to find that he’s peacefully snoozing away (which doesn’t shock you in the slightest). With a quiet sigh, you carefully adjust him so he doesn’t wake with a crick in his neck. You then go about cleaning yourself and him up before snuggling up behind him. The position nearly gives you Deja Vu.

“Good night, baby boy,” you hum affectionately, kissing the top of his head. 

Just before drifting off, you think you hear Leona mumble “mommy,” again. Though maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

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.

Subject #666

scientist!gn!reader x Leviathan

smut; you need a semen sample from the newly captured demon, but he has troubles giving you one. Why not help him out?

sub!Leviathan, handjob, sadism/masochism

"I'll need a semen sample."

The demon looks at you, completely bewildered, and you can see the red on his face progressing as he processes your words.

"H-hell no!"

His voice is high, his hands nervously beginning to fidget. You can only smile at him while turning back to your computer, documenting his reaction.

"I'll, of course, give you some privacy. Please use this for the sample," you hand him a small, clear cup which had been sitting on your desk for some time now, "and let me know if you need something to get you going."

"Get me going?" Leviathan swallows heavily while accepting the cup through the magic bars, miserably looking at it.

"You know, like porn. You've heard of that, right?"

The blush on the demon's cheeks deepens as he bashfully nods, a hint of disappointment in his shy eyes. You've noticed the way he looks at you, reserved glances spared for your body when he wasn't just sulking in his cell, mumbling to himself, and you felt like it would be a waste not to take advantage of his small obsession.

He's only a demon after all, and you've had quite a few of those in these labs already. No one would care for a few hours of undocumented time spent with Leviathan. You consider all this while turning the cameras off and packing your important things to leave the demon to his business.

"You know which button to press if you're done... or need help," you add a wink to your last statement, and you barely see Leviathan's eyes widen before the high-security door closes before your eyes.

To your surprise, Leviathan does not call for your help, and the device on your belt is still silent after two hours. Out of worry, you decide to get back into the lab with his cell in it, opening the door slowly in case he was still at it.

Under the loud sound of the security deactivating for your entrance, you hear the hectic shuffling of clothes and loud sniffling before you're met with a fitting image. Leviathan is sitting in the corner of his cell, his jeans messily and barely pulled up to cover his crotch, and he's holding a turned hand in front of his shocked face, hiding some of the tears, which are clearly visible in his eyes.

You offer him a scolding look before telling him he could have just called you if something was wrong. He starts stuttering, pressing himself further against the wall when you squat down in front of his cage, moving to eye-level with him.

"What do you need, hm?"

The demon shakes his head subtly, the panicked expression in his eyes rising. "I don't know?" he squeaks, more tears falling.

You sigh while getting back up and slowly start opening the high-security door to his cell, confidently stepping into it. Leviathan looks up, and you can see the smallest bit of excitement building in his optics. You kneel in front of him, putting your hand on his pulled-up knee.

"C'mon, tell me what you need."

Leviathan needs a moment to comprehend the situation before letting his hands sink to the floor and legs fall apart under your slight push.

"B-be mean to me, please."

You chuckle a little while your hands move to his waist, squeezing the soft flesh before pulling his jeans down, revealing his otherwordly demon cock. Small ridges line the light blue-colored shaft, which bleeds into a dark marine tip, which is slightly bigger than his cock.

You've seen it before, during his basic anatomical documentation routine when he was first brought in, but touching it now feels entirely new. Your fingers explore the texture while you ask him if every demon has such a small cock.

Leviathan gasps at your statement, the sound followed by a whimper and his hips shyly pushing up into your grip. Your hand strokes his cock a few times, easily finding the sensitive sports and getting used to its shape. Leviathan's tears started flowing again, his cock sensitive and hurtful after two hours of trying to get off.

"You're such a pathetic demon, Leviathan," you smile, your fingers tightening around his cock; tightening to a painful degree.

He cries out, his hand gripping your wrist but not stopping you. His body shakes, and his face looks utterly ruined, red, twisted, and glistening by tears.

"Gonna cum from having your dick strangled?" your words are laced in gentle whispering, right next to his ear.

Your lips are suddenly on his, the surprisingly gentle kiss contrasting your nails digging into Leviathan's most sensitive parts. He whimpers into your mouth, the sound pitiful until he cums. His semen shoots out of his swollen cock, pulsating against the pain you're inflicting on him.

You quietly laugh at him for cumming from this, watching the blue gooey cum drip over his torso. As the demon comes down heavily breathing, you allow yourself to scoop some of his release into the sample cup you gave him.