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Jealousy

Itto doesn't like you hanging out with that blue oni

FTM!Yandere!Itto x Top!Oni!Male Reader

Request

Warnings: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Mating Cycles, Restraints, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding

Words: 776

Even though mating season was drawing near, you weren't quite ready to devote all your time to it. You wanted to spend some time with Takuya first.

You were completely unaware of how that made Itto feel. He was always kind of possessive but you didn't think he'd mind if you hung out with a close friend of his.

God were you wrong.

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You were sound asleep, unknowingly leaving yourself vulnerable to your boyfriend.

Itto manages to quietly walk into the room, ropes in hand. He crawls onto your bed, tying your respective hands to the two bed poles.

Itto pulls your covers off, revealing that you only had boxers on. He quickly pulls them off and sniffs them, inhaling your wonderful scent and making him even more horny than he was before.

He takes his underwear off, leaving him naked as well. He tosses it onto your face so you can wake up immediately to his scent.

He moves down, licking your currently flaccid dick before putting his whole mouth on it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking it just like you taught him.

Your dick was so big that Itto could barely handle it. He always does his best though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't deepthroat your cock when he gives you a blowjob.

He moans as the tip of your dick hits the back of his throat. His nose is pressed on your pelvis, taking in the smell before making consistent movements. He loves the way your dick tastes and feels in his mouth. It's like heaven on earth having you inside him.

It's not long before you end up coming in his mouth. The amount you unload into him sets his horniness to maximum overdrive. He has to wait, basically cockwarming you while you pump out everything into his mouth. He swallows every bit of cum like it's a delicacy.

He reluctantly takes his mouth off and quickly sinks himself down on your dick.

"Ah~" He moans, grinning as you bottom out inside him. "Takuya will never know how it feels to have you inside him." He traces the bulge in his stomach, breathing heavily and shivering in arousal.

He gropes your large muscular chest as he grinds down, your dick hitting the perfect spot. He moans shamelessly, not caring if you wake up now.

He rubs his clit, getting close to an orgasm. He chants 'fuck' over and over before coming with a loud moan.

After coming down from his high he looks at you and checks if you've woken up yet. You haven't. Impressive.

He finally starts moving, fucking himself on your cock while you're dead asleep. A part of Itto wishes you'd wake up but he likes having you completely submissive to him. No complaints, no asking to stop, he can just do whatever he needs to please himself.

"Fuck~! Give me your kids~!" Itto moans, moving in a way that's sure to make you come fast. He chants your name over and over, begging for you to come inside him and fill him up.

"Yes~!" He throws his head back, orgasming as you stuff him full of cum. Even after already coming once, your cum is still thick and coming out in large amounts.

You finally wake up, unintentionally inhaling Itto's scent with his underwear on your face. You move your head to the side, effectively moving it off, looking at your boyfriend having the time of his life on top of you.

"It- Itto?" Your mostly soft dick starts to harden again.

He leans over and kisses you, making sure a lot of tongue is involved. You decide to give in, you'll scold Itto for this later.

He parts from the kiss, catching his breath before speaking. "Don't talk to Takuya anymore."

"Why not? He's your friend, isn't he?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I don't trust him. He might come onto you." He grips your shoulders, nails digging into them.

"Shit-" You try to ignore the pain. "You think I'd let him?"

"No but I'd have to kill him."

You pause, trying to make sense of what you just heard. Maybe he's joking?

"Don't joke about that kinda stuff." You laugh.

"I'm not joking." He looks at you with a serious look on his face.

"...Itto."

"Shh." He wraps his hand around your neck, not hard enough to choke you and starts riding you again. "Don't give me a reason to hurt him."

You try to say something more but you can't think of much while he's pleasuring you like this. This'll have to be a discussion for later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

⌞ FRANTIC ⌝

... don't worry, you don't have to stay the same.

writing style: referring to yuuta's genitals as 'pussy / clit / labia (lips) / hole', 'juice'; rude language (used, fucked, abused, and the like), red text (xxx), random narration; drabble + headcanons, ± 5k words

content warnings: unhealthy behaviour (mutual obsessiveness, clinginess, mild manipulation, mild possessiveness), established relationship, pet names, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, teratophilia / monsterfucking, power imbalance, size kink / size difference, species dysphoria (several times explicitly mentioned)

hypersexuality, CNC (implied), heavy petting, quiet sex, rough sex (biting g., mild blood play), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mention of sex in front of a mirror, deep penetration + belly bulge + cervix fucking, tongue-fucking, face sitting, squirting, mild sadism / masochism, mild dirty talk, hyperstimulation (g.), forced orgasms + multiple orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), praise (r.), light body worship (g., r.)

darlings: yuuta okkotsu x vengeful cursed spirit!reader; dom!reader, monster!reader

#note: '#don't have a dick??? don't worry honey lmfao lol just tentacle fuck him' you are- /// as one great man said, "this bitch has no thoughts" (or something like that)

The first months... it was hard.

Even if you became a cursed spirit by your own (albeit posthumous) will, even if it seemed to you as if you had been living in this body for eternity, even if you began to get used to other sensations inside — it still felt wrong, and this difference made you feel... uncomfortable whenever the memories of the past surfaced in the head. It was as if your memory was mocking you, sneaking up in the form of old roads, photographs, a casual glance at the sky, familiar animals, this expression of his face, the flickering of light, Rika's movements — involuntarily reminding you of the past, to which you will never return either physically or mentally.

Big hands, big claws, formed too correctly and too incorrectly; sometimes you yourself did not know whether this was a real body or a shell, or whether the past body was a real body or a shell. At what point did "you" begin to exist? Did this "you" exist in the past? Or you have become "yourself" only now, when the cursed energy flowed through, turning into your body?

Even when you used to control it, using for own purposes, it was completely different from the present moment; the whole body is woven and permeated, you are the cursed energy, and not the "carrier" at all. Everything inside you was bubbling, ready to get out at any moment, but now you felt that it was all yours,

you were what wanted to get out,

and that's — that's wrong.

... Yuuta didn't bother at all. And didn't remind you of the past. And didn't even act like there was something 'wrong' with you. He only smiled tenderly in love when you were next to him again — or when you stretched out your paw to touch his head or cheek, and he grabbed it as if he was your toy. So tiny and cute. So gentle and trusting. As if you always looked like that — as if he fell in love with "such" you, who did not look like a human in anything but names, character traits,

and mad love.

For him.

Not that it's weird — it's hard not to adore him, even if Yuuta used to make you want to tease or bite him a little. But love 'before' and love 'now' were completely different, as if before you just wanted to bite him, just a small bite, now you wanted to make his whole body be in your bloody marks — if such comparisons sound correct, you are not sure, you are so not sure,

you just know that you need him;

it is your — and his — love that has become the reason why you are still here.

After all, you are here because of love. And he is here because of love.

But there is one "but".

Yuuta was anxious — always anxious, always nervous; too dependent, too meek, too easily giving up, too pathetic. He knew it himself.

In the end, no matter how often he encounters problems, he will run away and hide. It doesn't matter what he 'wants' or 'can', as long as he can hide in the sink. He doesn't need to go out if he can stay here forever. No one will see, no one will notice. Even if he is cold, going out with a fire is putting himself in danger of getting burned.

And he, he doesn't want to get burned — he wants to curl up and never turn around.

And you, you... you were different. Completely different — absolutely not his breed, not even close. You were a lush, luxurious flower, able to break through concrete, germinate in acidic earth, rising even when you are trampled — just to get the sun's rays and become the most delightful and admiring child of the earth, even if you don't know it.

And Yuuta was just an ugly crooked flying butterfly. The same butterfly that protects itself by looking scary and ugly, hoping that then it won't be eaten — and then turns out to be alone, because the flowers don't need it either.

You loved someone like him too much, even if there were definitely more deserving ones around — not that he ever drew your attention to it, though. At first it was soft and smooth, rather platonic; with silly smiles, a desire to get to know each other more, and these constant gatherings until his head starts to spin. Yuuta was one of those who are looking for connections and depth after a century of hunger — you were ready to give it to him, allowing to move indecently close, clearly ignoring the personal barriers that you went through as if it was an atavism in your relationship.

"He's really cute"? "You believe in him"? His face definitely looks so flustered, with those big doe eyes and a feverish blush, like he's sick — he even feels like started sweating oooouuuch — but you don't say you're joking. Even when he asks you if it's a joke.

... You were so majestic that it took his breath away.

And then you took his heart.

(maybe he should have taken your last name then, hahaha — but then he didn't even dare to dream about it)

It was slow anyway.

Tantalizingly slow.

As if he was being roasted on a low fire — with these politely greedy touches, quiet cooing whispers and too intimate glances — instead of immediately burning.

You moved, you controlled; even if Yuuta desperately clung to your hand to get even more kisses until you tried to calm him down, you both understood that 'he will get a kiss or not' depends only on you while he tried to take as much as he can — maybe that's why your attempts to convince him to relax were like trying to make it clear to a dehydrated person that they can always get water whenever they want.

But it wasn't a bad thing. It was good. You liked-

...

You adored when Yuuta desperately clung to you, or when he tried to kiss you as skillfully as possible (even if was completely disorderly), or when he didn't know where to put his hands, except to wrap them around you, which made you snuggle even closer.

Or when he doubted for hours whether he could take your hand or put his hand on you, and you had to do everything yourself until he got used to the realization that you liked his touch — and that his almost old-fashioned courtship with closing eyes at the hint of any nudity, borrowing clothes and too respectful addresses, were very cute. Even if his courtship is like dating a friend, you didn't mind — and didn't notice that everything had long gone beyond the "friendly" framework, grabbing his hair, greedily kissing, leaving a bite mark on his lip.

Yuuta is cute. Dating him is like dating a friend — loyal, honest, caring, real.

But for some reason you couldn't treat him as a friend — the only thing he looked organically like was your partner.

When you pressed him against the wall or bed again, making him blush, but knowing that he wouldn't try to get out, even if you were too rude. After all, his body will definitely be able to withstand... you.

“Let's do it again.”

How do you say you would like to greet me?

Yuuta blushes, looking away with a confused expression that has lost all previous confidence, but when you press your palm to his cheek, he embraces it, snuggling like a toy.

“Greet each other with kisses?.. I...”

...

..

.

“I want you to kiss me all the time”

The kiss comes out messy and wet, — almost feel him whining, — but Yuuta is so rosy with shame and delight that you can't stop, forcing him to continue the kiss, grabbing his face to prevent from pulling away until you hear plaintive moans.

Yuuta is so cute. Your good friend. Perhaps the best boy that can exist.

And it really suits him to be your partner.

“... Thank you...”

“Why?... Oh, I'm sorry! I mean- why do you think I'm going to stop loving you because of something like that?.. I love you not only for your looks, my beloved.”

Yuuta is not a liar.

And not a manipulator.

And not paranoid.

And not someone who takes advantage of bad situations. If he could, he would do anything just to keep you alive — no matter the price or the consequences.

... But now you can't leave. You will not be able to leave without his desire; you will never be without him — and he will never be without you. Now you are one, unable to live without each other and not wanting it.

The only thing that matters to you — now — is him.

He doesn't question your early love at all; after all, you loved him, and that's the most important thing that matters. But right now, right now the only thing that matters to you is your love and your desire to be with him. Only he is in the center of your attention — forever.

You won't be able to find someone else anymore, or fall out of love with them, or realize that you need a break. You can no longer feel that there is too much or too little of him, or that he is not around too often. You will always be there — it doesn't matter where exactly he will be or where exactly you will be.

Yuuta knows that you love him. You've always loved him. But now, when your clawed paws gently-gently wrap around him to take in your arms, — you lift him up with such ease as if he is weightless, — for some reason, he feels even more loved. You must practically not feel him in your hands — he is so small compared to you, almost like a puppy or a kitten, but you still hold him tightly to you in a protective gesture, knowing how much he loves this. Or when you can easily hug his head with the palm of your hand — perhaps Yuuta was obscenely small.

Your tiny human.

All people are so fragile and light, like butterflies, or tiny moths flying into the light, but your, your human is even more fragile — and naive. Have you ever been so defenseless? Are these really the same feelings that Rika feels when she looks at him? No wonder she's so patronizing — everything about him is so small and refined, elegant, perfectly finished, not at all like yours.

Maybe... maybe your body isn't as bad as you thought; maybe it was even a good thing that now you are so different — even if there is nothing "completely human" left in you. You didn't even realize before that he could be so sensitive and unable to stand up for himself. But now? Even when you touch his skin with your teeth, he is silent, breathing heavily, allowing you to do whatever you want — everything about him is so soft and tender, easily breaking from even the lightest bite or stimulation; so needy for tenderness.

... Kissing is hard — at least for an ordinary person, but you always knew that he was special. Although, maybe you should feel more astonished when he passionately kisses you, even if you are not quite suitable for the usual 'kisses' that you have given in the past.

But he was always a little too desperate and thirsty.

And you loved it.

Yuuta is so delicate — his body seemed to be almost crystal because of its fragility, sensitive to even the most gentle touches, trustingly open and obedient regardless of your actions; just a little more rudeness, a little more pressing — and it will crumble, unable to bear such an attitude... if it's not you. If it's not your claws almost scratching his thighs when you try to lift them higher so you can get a better look, or if it's not your paws gently trying to get rid of his clothes, slowly rubbing his wet pussy, lightly pressing on his stomach.

"If it's you, then it's okay" — even when your fangs touch his trembling inner thigh, sensitive and bare, Yuuta only moaned sweetly-painfully, covering eyes with hand, slightly drooling while his body painfully freezes again, trying to predict when you will make a new bite.

He was like a small prey in the hands of a huge predator.

... Maybe that's why you started to like being rough so much; to see his face become as ruddy as his skin covered with your marks, until you feel satisfied, as if looking at a work of art. So adorable when almost cries, but does not dare to look away from the new blooming mark, much more than you could ever leave in the last body. And even when you bend slightly, holding his hips, wanting to express concern, Yuuta only smiles lovingly exhausted.

“It's, uh, a-all right... don't worry... h-honey...”

Of course everything is fine. Would he say anything else?

A new bite, dangerously close to his groin, feels even too good when his legs are seized by a new tremor — but your claws hold too tight to allow him to squirm.

“H-honey, It's- it's f-fine! I- I like it!”

On Yuuta's skin, the bites bloom like flowers. And he is nothing more than a butterfly.

Your butterfly.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

He is very cute... and very tiny. In fact, one of your palms (or what looks like it) can easily wrap around his head, or wrap around his figure to snuggle, completely hiding him in you — he's like your little toy that doesn't even try to escape, allowing you to snuggle up to his warm, though not very soft body.

Unlike the situation that was before, with his very tall stature perfectly combined with his thin figure, which made him seem even taller, now it is obvious that Yuuta will have to lift his head — even if you tilt yours — to look into your eye(s). Probably, even the tactic of "standing on fingertips" will not help when you are definitely more than two heads taller — but do not react in any way, slightly teasing your now short beloved to get to you.

Not that Yuuta is too disappointed — even if you feel that he is experiencing something like this, having got used to the fact that he does not need to put so much effort just to touch your "neck". Was he ever as mean to you as you are to him now, forcing to try in every possible way to fly up to your face? He is sure that he is not — but you obviously have a different opinion, taking him as a kitten only when you clearly notice that he is puffing and blushing, starting to get tired and making this facial expression.

But Yuuta looks very pretty, swaying slightly on your paws, being unable to even touch the ground with the tips of his feet, and looking at you resentfully-shyly-enthusiastically when you pull him closer to you to kiss. Perhaps, if the past Rika had been here, she would certainly not have ignored it, at least for the first time — but, fortunately, Yuuta has become much more adept at controlling energy, not letting the current one feel that something is wrong with him while you continue this monstrous marital flirting, more more teasing him about changing the balance in your favor — at least physically.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta's body so responsive even to your most gentle touches, sliding over clothes — he is so gentle in himself, sparkly sensual when you touch him, drawing lines, as once in the past, but he reacts just as charmingly, squeezing his hips and blushing crimson.

Maybe you're a little territorial or possessive, wrapping clawed paws around him, just to make it clear that he's very busy with you — but Yuuta doesn't mind, hurriedly apologizing to others, using your behavior as a reason to leave. After all, no one wants to mess with a special class curse — and everyone around knows how capricious and jealous you are when it comes to your ex (?) beloved. It's definitely bad luck to be paired twice with curses that fell in love with him during their lifetime — while you drag him into a dark corner to kiss; even if your current form is not quite 'suitable' for this, Yuuta definitely doesn't mind, grabbing you, wrapping his arms around you, as if trying to wrap himself.

At least, the advantages of how inhuman you are now definitely feel when you know that no one will disturb, allowing you to get plenty of kisses from your pretty tiny human — even if it is now a little problematic to bite his neck unnoticeably or get under his clothes without tearing it. Fortunately, Yuuta understands you and your problems, undressing slightly to make you feel more comfortable, and hoarsely asking you to be careful when you wrap yourself around him — and you really try... at least at first.

... But then you help with the mess you've made, so it's an honest cooperation — as long as your claws touch his bare skin, trying not to leave red bruises, even if the only thing you want is to squeeze him in paws, almost forcing him to accept your rough caresses, from which he shivers, breathing raggedly.

If it were less crowded, it would be better.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

You only get really free time when find yourself alone, hoping that no one will be too friendly and curious to interfere — not that his attempts to be quiet even when you leave a new hickey on his thigh were not cute, or his desperate attempts not to move so as not to create noise when you teasingly slowly touch him, knowing that he can neither ask nor beg you — otherwise he will be heard, unable to control his voice when so excited, while you slide higher, ignoring his whining, touching the swollen clit.

... In the end, Yuuta is more than charmingly attractive when you try to gently rub him through his underpants, making the fabric soak, casually accidentally rubbing too roughly, making him moan with excitement to immediately press palm to face harder, mewling, desperately hoping that he will not be heard. However, you are not sure, that these soft sounds can not be heard, but you can't even tell him anything, just continuing to methodically make him tremble harder, watching the fabric become more and more sticky.

But even if you want to say what a pervert he is, — being so excited about being shamelessly groped, while there is definitely a confused person behind the door, — you know that Yuuta already understands this and feels even hotter, allowing you to continue paw him, slightly scratching in more exposed places; but even when you bring pain, he only whines pliably, too absorbed and excited, not resisting at all or complaining when you get too intense, clearly ignoring how easily you can break his body.

Something like “too enthusiastic for someone being fucked by a monster” is on the tongue — but the blunted realization that "monster" is you sobers you up, too venomously than you could imagine, forcing you to stop almost painful flirting for a moment to restore the bitterness that has flared up.

“It is ok. It is ok that you react this way, it is part of self-awareness; you have retained consciousness, which in itself is the main thing; the human brain has a wonderful property of adapting” — because you don't have any other choice, do you? Sooner or later you will get used to the fact that instead of soft hands you have hard clawed paws, or that your body now looks like someone's terrible nightmare, it's not so significant as if "you" were not there at all, so it's not so bad, it could have been worse for you, you're quite lucky — or you want to hope for it. His hands are soft, warm, — not at all like yours, — but his gaze is the same as always, gentle and loving, as before.

Even if you are a monster, you are quite lucky to have a partner who accepts you even like this...

“I, I just wanted to say that you always look... enchanting. I would even say- incomparable, and... uh... You may think otherwise, but for me you... will always be the most attractive — it doesn't matter if you are a person, or a spirit, or someone else; you are amazing not because you are someone, you are amazing because you are.”

“... Unless I'm going crazy, and you know what I'm talking about, but, uh, I've never met someone greater than you — and more breathtaking, and... and that didn't change after your — uh — p-physical form... changed... I even think that, um, maybe, maybe you've gotten even... hotter?.. You know, with your fangs and claws, and when you can lift me up easily, or when you look at me, and- uhhh...”

“It's starting to sound weird, but- I want you to know that I'm not shy about it and I'm not shy about you, you're just so loving that I can't help but love you, no matter who you are- or, more precisely, what you look like... but even if you change, you don't need to worry, I- I'll love you anyway. Just because you are.”

It's still unusual to kiss him — the absence of lips in the human understanding hinders a little, but Yuuta is thrilled when you snuggle up to him, completely hiding his figure with yourself, as if hiding him from the whole world. His thighs are wet, but warm, and easily begin to tremble when you continue to caress without teasing, giving him what he wants, leaving messy spots. And you hope that the prying ears are already gone.

Because if not, then Yuuta will definitely have to think about explaining afterwards why he was so noisy, since making him cum several times in a row is the least you can do, hearing him sob-praising you even when his head is buried in the pillow.

⌞ ℘ ⌝ — interlude

Yuuta was always a little shy — at first; it seemed no matter if it was the first time or the hundredth, he had an unconscious habit of squeezing his hips if there was a "risk" that you would see him from below, or not leave the light on, or hold your face in front of him for passionate kisses even when your fingers stretch under his moans — but your eyes have no right to look anywhere but his face or chest. It was almost possessive, as if he was trying to make you look only at him, but was too insecure to let you see more than you were "supposed" to.

Caress, squeeze, spank, rub — but don't look too closely or interested if you don't want to make him embarrassed and try to cover up pathetically, even when you force him to cum on you again, grabbing his hair for a new rough kiss to which he responds hungrily, wrapping his legs around you. And maybe, maybe you could get used to it, but the harder Yuuta tried to hide it, the stronger your desire to see and touch became; to make him squirm on your tongue from another orgasm, to make him beg to stop teasing his clit with weightless kisses — and not to feel how he shyly presses his hips together if your eyes drop below his stomach.

You had no intention of portraying a victim at all — rather, you felt like a hunter whose prey is constantly slipping away, especially when Yuuta answered your questions with an uncertain mumble and reached for a new kiss, moaning on the lips when your fingers touch his inner thigh. But even if you were cooing how much you wanted to see his pretty pussy, even if Yuuta was approvingly mewling while you fingered him, you only had to give him a hint — and his hips were together faster than either of you realized something. But he tried — he really tried, convincing himself that there was nothing strange about it, that he was ready to do even dirtier things, but only your gaze turned out to be lower — and he felt unbearably hot because of shame and excitement and sought to get rid of this feeling.

... Maybe that's why, when, after long foreplay and kisses mixed with confirmation and praise and even more confirmation, Yuuta finally spread his legs — in front of the mirror, allowing you to sit behind and watch him in the reflection, arranging yourself so as not to let him bring his hips together again, even if this is his first instinct when he sees the sparkle of your eyes.

Even if his pussy is throbbing perversely while you are looking at it in the mirror, even without a hint of touching, everything is fine, it's fine, he agreed to it himself — “or at least you won't ask for it anymore” he thinks almost with tears when your fingers begin to gently stretch him and immediately become completely wet due to an overabundance of juice. Not exactly what you expected, is it? He's such a pervert — but he couldn't help but get excited when you looked at him like that. You know how sensitive he is, even if it's 'just a look'... or did you know and did it on purpose, teasing him? Doesn't matter, though — it can't stop flowing out, leaving stains on the sheets, and it's too late to stop now, and only you are to blame for your dissatisfaction, he warned you earlier,

but when you start rubbing his clit, Yuuta can't help but moan, distracted from self-deprecating thoughts — and abruptly exhales when your fingers begin to gently stretch him, gradually becoming rougher and stronger, making the leaking juice soak the fabric under his plaintive whining when the touches become too intense. A searing whisper about how adorable Yuuta looks, being so wet and rosy, while you fondle his pussy, squeezing around your fingers, — too pretty and needy, — only leaves a trembling wet kiss on your face when he cums — allowing you to continue watching.

A quiet purring “thank you” responds with something burning inside you.

... Maybe it really was a little too much for him; maybe it was what he was afraid of before — but when Yuuta moaning-whining from the most fleeting touches to his swollen clit, too sensitive from rubbing, while his hole, abused due to constant thrusts, cannot stop pulsating, too stretched and wet, you're a little... ashamed.

Maybe making him cum until he repeats the words about how cute he is was a little too much — or making sure that in the end he won't be able to think about anything, even about you, when you're done.

Yuuta was a little stubborn from time to time — you had no choice, you wanted to make sure that he would not forget what was happening and your words, even if it might not have been worth his inability to stop shaking from orgasms of his body, or a misty tearful look, or the inability to sit down normally, but hope for your help so as not to let him slide down somewhere. But you can be proud of yourself, gently pushing his slippery warm labia apart, to which he responds with a long exhale into your neck — although almost casually a quiet "don't worry, next time I'll make sure your pussy is cleaned" makes the exhausted Yuuta come alive again and twitch in your hands.

At least he doesn't squeeze his thighs — or simply doesn't have the strength to do it.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Claws are a little hard — every time you can't get rid of the worry that you will accidentally scratch.

Yuuta assures that this is absolutely not a problem, he can always take care of such wounds — but you still can't help but be too tense when undressing him, taking off his sticky underwear, feeling the desire coo because of the ruddy shy expression of his face while you spread his wet thighs. Even if Yuuta is clearly blushing shyly and tacitly disagrees — he is no less handsome from below, especially when you carefully, very carefully push his labia apart, trying not to leave unwanted wounds, but leaving cold touches that make the hot body shudder.

He's just too pretty, especially when grabs the sheets, — watching you gently stroke him, rubbing sensitive swollen clit, — but at the same time continues to whisper that everything is fine, he likes what you're doing, even when you grab his thigh to pull him closer, forcing to lean back in shameless pose, not allowing him to cover up or at least squeeze hips when you become too carried away by his pussy, which perceives even the lightest strokes too well. It doesn't matter how many times you touch him — Yuuta remains the same wet and trembling, as if you are getting under his clothes for the first time, slowly teasing until he starts to whine too desperately, trying to wrap his thighs around you.

After all, people, unlike spirits, are fragile and delicate — and when your tongue lightly rubs his overly sensitive clit, Yuuta can't help but sob, blushing even more because of the wet sounds. Whispering something excitedly timidly to you, feeling you go down lower, gently licking his juice-soaked lips, letting him get used to teasing touches that change faster than he understands — before lifting his hips again, moving to a more comfortable position for you, taking away even the shyly soothing thoughts that he is not "too openly naked" for you when his pussy is shamelessly exposed in front of your face. Squeak of surprise is drowned out by a moan when you push away the pretended tenderness — as well as his attempts not to be loud and needy when your tongue continues to greedily eat him, ignoring the whining that it's too much when he himself unsuccessfully tries to make your tongue rub his clit harder.

But it's not that you mind looking at his charmingly pointless attempts to squirm pathetically while you make him tremble intensely again from the approaching climax.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta is pretty — both from below and from above.

Thick curved labia, easily getting wet from the lightest arousal; the clit, hidden under the hood, becoming swollen as soon as you touch it, paying much more attention than he expects until it gets bigger; curly short hair, from pressing to which he constantly squeaks, even when expects it. Maybe he could convince you earlier to "not look there", but what can he do when you are already too obsessive, forcing his hips to wrap tightly around you while you eat him, forcing him to tear his voice from moans and screams when you get too carried away, pushing closer and closer to the fourth orgasm until hand does not grab you and does not force you to continue — not allowing to teasingly pull away and leave him halfway.

Even if Yuuta whines that everything is fine when you pull away again, leaving him frustratingly suspended — it's not that you can go anywhere when can't even get out of a tight grip. At least you can breathe and are not even pressed as tightly as he wants, so it's quite merciful for teasing his "naked sensitivity".

After you changed, it became both easier and more difficult — although now his habit of kicking slightly during orgasm has ceased to be at least some kind of hindrance, your tongue was long and thick, which seemed to be a problem for a tight and easily recovering Yuuta at first, especially when he whined for you to drive deeper, stretch harder, but you teasingly carefully licked his lips and clit, only slightly pushing inside — to immediately stop, for fear of being too rough with his body.

Your body is bigger, as is your tongue, and going along with an excited Yuuta seemed too traumatic — in a previous life you weren't even conditionally so intense, but he was too desperate and excited, begging you to stop teasing him and give him what he wants, he knows that you understand him, he it only takes a little bit, just a little bit, and you... you couldn't say 'no' when Yuuta was so needy. And you quickly learned that, in addition to tightness, your beloved was extremely malleable and thirsty when your tongue is driven into him, fucking too deep for him to even breathe normally — but hearing only whining and pleading to continue while his stomach is filled with you, too intense and rough to even touch the clit, but Yuuta feels too good to let you stop, feeling his juice-soaked hole stretch, abused by you to unconsciousness, as if you used him to relax, senselessly fucking your handsome human until he gets sick.

And when you grab his hips, slamming harder and rougher, fleetingly rubbing clit, Yuuta can't help but drool, feeling you deep inside, mercilessly fucking him until he begs you to stop, bringing his pussy to a ruined state — but it's too good for him to realize anything but painfully sweet stretching and aching closeness.

And fullness.

Delightful fullness.

As if he is finally whole, being filled to the brim, surely after that he will recover for a long time — and this thought is given to the excitement in the lower abdomen.

You're really having fun, aren't you? With this admiring expression, even when the only thing Yuuta does is shamelessly accepting all your tenderness, whining, you still look so in love with him, as if at the most delicious thing you have; too good for him, too attractive, greedily eating him, getting almost to cervix, passionately hammering; why his body starts to tremble even more — because how passionate you are or from something growing inside him when he looks at you?

When body starts to shake differently, harder, and hole flutters around your tongue, a quiet touching whine and grabbing of the fabric is enough for you to understand everything — ignoring his inarticulate muttering until it is interrupted by loud moans.

... It's not that there wasn't something before that his body became so excited and stuffed, but you'd be lying if you said you were expecting squirt. Yuuta was so tense and shy that even later, when his body learned to relax and stopped being so tense because of thoughts about your reaction, he still needed additional affection and words. But looking at his ruddy face, perfectly combined with thighs wet with juice and saliva and pussy unable to stop throbbing, you have to admit that maybe your transformation was really a good event.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta is not heavy, but his weight matches his height — for better or worse, so when you want to convince him to sit on your face, he does not resist, even if his face is as red as strawberries, but never allows himself to be too passionate or carried away, for fear of hurting you with his carelessness. In the end, his weight is definitely not something that every person can stand, and if he somehow harms you in such an intimate moment... it will forever be remembered by him as the most terrible event in his life.

But, in the end, there are a lot of other ways to leave him wet not only because of excitement, even if making Yuuta ride your face means giving up his orgasm or doing it very gently and carefully.

However, riding your face when you are so big that you can easily block him from anything is a different experience. You can easily break him using a few movements, but instead wrap your strong paws around his hips, almost leaving scratches, and he feels especially excited looking at your likeness of a face, feeling tongue rubbing between his lips.

You look so amazing, absolutely absorbed in the view, casually caressing his clit and licking the juice flowing down his thighs, from touching which Yuuta moans softly, but not trying to move in any way, allowing you to decide for yourself what you want to do next, even when the tip of your tongue teasingly draws a wet line on his body.

In the end, Yuuta is more than predictable in his reaction when you slide inside, pushing his lips apart, gradually filling him more and more, but not letting him move, stopping and continuing at your will until your tongue is deep enough, making a bulge, and Yuuta begins to fidget slightly, giving you know about his impatient mood. Too excited for someone who can easily find himself in a painful situation because of one unsuccessful movement — but considering how often you stretched him, forcing him to abandon the usual tightness in favor of the primal desire to be shamelessly fucked by you, maybe it was predictable.

When your paws try to give support for his palms to don't take your tongue all the way to cervix, even if his thighs can't stop shaking with excitement and anticipation — Yuuta even looks cute when he tries to look at you, while carefully rises to immediately descend, stretching himself and whining from this, but continuing to look at you even when biting lips. He is just as tiny, even if you regularly prepare him for such a thing — too tight and sensitive, although desperately trying to straddle you, despite his inability to stop trembling due to the excitement of your appearance under him and your tongue inside him.

But even when you start moving, unable to withstand the slow rhythm and pliably shrinking pussy, Yuuta can only shamelessly moan, trying to move his hips towards you despite the desire to stop and let you do everything yourself, driving into his cervix despite the painful sensations that make him only more thirsty and excited.

Or when Yuuta asks you not to move, leaving you deep inside him, even if he wants to move desperately — but he is only rubbing his clit, feeling how you touch him very gently, without interrupting him, but giving a sweet feeling of fullness and heat, from which his hips — which you continue to hold tightly clawed paws — tremble even more.

Do you like what you see?

Yuuta would rather die of shame than ask it out loud, but he really hopes so, because the sight of you under him, completely focused only on him and on him alone, only pushes him even more to orgasm.

You are really too attractive than you can even imagine — and he can tell you about it when he cums, whining something, almost choking with saliva when you start to move gradually, without interfering with his fondling the clit.

Too attractive.

he's more of a stay-at-home guy... okay, he's absolutely a terrible stay-at-home guy who likes to go outside only in some bouts of "walking" before returning home.

even if your transformation has made you less suitable for dating outside or generally less capable of ordinary "human joys", Yuuta will be happy to lie next to you while reading a book, or think about how old games can be adapted for your comfort, or try to involve you in old household things / 'flirting' with attention on your species features — or just wrap around you like a koala around a branch, because he lacks your touch and presence, even if you are now constantly around him, to the extent that you have actually become very friendly with the "new Rika".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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???

⩥ xiaoslxt -> finding out they're into choking

Characters: Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche, Albedo, Childe, Ayaka, Kokomi

Genre: smut

Warnings: gn! Dom! Reader, choking/breathplay, a bit on the extreme side in Childe's, squirting in Ayaka's, passing out momentarily from an orgasm (Scara)

Format: headcanons

Taglist: @kreideprinzessin @irethepotato-reblogs @adalynn-is-lost

Kazuha

While you're in the middle of fucking, he unexpectedly takes your hand and presses it against his throat

You just go with it and squeeze slightly to test the waters. You did NOT expect him to moan like a bitch in heat

10/10 would recommend trying to go a bit harder next time. He's gonna cum in an instant

Afterwards he shyly tells you how much he loves it

Xiao

You're the only one he'd give up his power for, and it shows when he unexpectedly asks you to choke him

Albeit surprised, you do it and it's suddenly your favorite thing to do!

His eyes roll back and he can't even close his mouth, his dick twitching heavily

Later tells you that he always wanted to get overpowered by you with a thick blush on his cheeks

Scaramouche

Won't outright admit he loves when you choke him during sex, but he never objects when you do it

First time you did it, he came so much he passed out for a few seconds 😵‍💫

You're lucky he wears a high-collared shirt to hide the fingerprints – or else he'd never live the teasing down

Also! When he's bratty, just grab him by the neck and he's pliant instantly~

Albedo

Ahh pretty boy Albedo <3 he's a sucker for when you grab him by his neck, squeeze a little and tell him he's your good boy

He always writes his experiences in the bedroom down in a journal, and when he writes how much it turned him on... let's just say you do it almost all the time

Bonus points if you slightly press your thumb against his birthmark - he's gonna see stars

Whenever you choke him (which is like mentioned almost always) he cums so much he needs to take a break before round 2 💀

Childe

Mister loudmouth just needs to be taught a lesson and put in his place! Treat him like he's your pet, your cheap little whore - you name it! He's gonna be so good for you once you put him in his place

He loves when you get real rough with him, choke him so hard his vision gets blurry before you allow him to breathe properly again... he will literally cum right away

He wants you to force him down and take all the orgasms like a good little slut

Of course you will properly care for him afterwards - just before the roles reverse (if he has the energy left)

Ayaka

Has always wanted to try it out, but no former partner of hers seemed understanding of it - until you came along <3

The first time you tried it out with her, she came so hard she literally squirted all over you - she was so embarrassed and kept apologizing but you didn't mind, you told her it was the hottest thing !!

You always end up choking her while you rearrange her guts! She just loves it so much, going all cross eyed and her cunt spasms around your cock/strap

When you guys are done, you always kiss the marks around her throat and tell her how cute she looks all marked up <3

Kokomi

She once read about how good it feels to get choked while having sex and brought it up while you guys were about to do it - so you decided to give her a good time

She ended up loving it so much she screamed when she came (which she usually doesn't, so that's gotta mean something)

Ever since then, Kokomi made it a habit to not directly ask you to choke her, but instead she starts sucking on your fingers

Your pretty pillow princess turned out to be a pervert - not like you care though 😋

Full of You ♡

Kazuha had no idea how obsessed he'd become with you after settling down and becoming your maid

FTM!Maid!Kazuha x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con Somnophilia, Scent Kink, Finger Sucking, Oral, Obsessiveness, Breeding, Mating Press

Words: 888

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As your maid, Kazuha works very hard to take care of the house while you're away.

The times you come home are pretty irregular, sometimes you don't come home at all. Some days you come home really late and knock out before you can even eat dinner.

You have him wear cute outfits so that when you are home you at least have something to soothe your sour eyes. You noticed that he's made some adjustments to his clothes, shortening the skirts to the point where you can see his underwear.

You figured it was just because it was more comfortable for him and of course you weren't complaining.

The real reason is that Kazuha just wants to show off his body, to tempt you into fucking him. So far no advances. Although just seeing you is enough to make him happy but when you don't show up, he gets needy.

When you're gone, he uses items of yours to masturbate. Deep throating a spoon you used, wearing your unwashed underwear with a vibrator inside while he works, fingering himself on your bed before he changes the sheets, etcetera.

He doesn't have a lot to do since he's usually the only one in the house so he needs to pass the time somehow.

And today, you're finally home. You're asleep, but you're home.

And Kazuha can't wait any longer.

Kazuha climbs onto your lap, thankful that you're sleeping on your back, and grinds against your clothed crotch. He grabs your arm and brings your fingers to his mouth and starts sucking on them desperately, moaning quietly.

You groan in your sleep, bucking your hips and trying to chase the sensation.

Kazuha moves off of you and pulls your underwear off, breathing heavily on the dick he's been fantasizing about for so long.

"Wanna choke on your cock.." He licks your length like it's a sweet treat, dripping wet from your delicious smell. He kisses the head of your cock before wrapping his lips around it.

Kazuha moves his head down, forcing himself to take your cock all the way to the hilt. His eyes roll back in pleasure. He moans at the taste of your pre cum.

You growl unconsciously in pleasure, loving the wet warmth around your length.

He bobs his head up and down, tears forming in his eyes as he eagerly swallows up your length. He pulls his underwear off and sits on your thigh, rubbing against it desperately. Your thigh brushes against the tip of his bottom growth, pulling him into a powerful orgasm.

Kazuha stays still, practically cock warming you as he drenches your thigh with slick. His tongue wraps around your leaking cockhead, still wanting to make you come.

You start bucking your hips up, stabbing the back of his throat with your cock as you chase your climax. It's not long before you're releasing your load inside him, taking a while to get everything out due to not masturbating for a while.

Kazuha doesn't mind of course, the more the better. He quickly swallows everything and when you're finally done, he licks up the cum that he previously failed to swallow.

You mumble something before relaxing and falling deeper into your sleep.

He climbs on top of you again, lifting himself up and slowly lowering himself down onto you. He has to cover his mouth to prevent you from hearing his uncontrollably noisy moans.

Kazuha takes his time taking you inside him, savoring every moment and feeling of becoming full with your dick. He clenches around you, pussy basically slobbering all over your length.

You stir awake, a smirk growing on your face. "Kazuha?" You say, your tired voice making him mewl.

"Si- sir.."

You grab his hips, caressing his soft body. "What an interesting thing to wake up to," You muse. "My whore of a maid swallowing my cock whole."

Kazuha whimpers.

"I wonder, what shall I do with you now?" You hum, hands moving to grope his ass.

"Ple- please fuck me sir~ wanna be bred by you, please~" Kazuha squirms.

You switch positions, moving Kazuha on his back. You grab his thighs and force his legs on the sides of his head, allowing you to plunge deeper inside him.

Kazuha rolls his head back, moaning insanely loud as you pound his cunt. "Mo- more~! Bre- breed me sir~!"

You groan, loving this slutty side of him. "What are you, a cum slut?" You mock. "So desperate for me to fill you up~"

"Ye- yes~! 'M a cum slut~!" Kazuha exclaims. "Ne- need you tah fi- fill~ me up sir~!"

"I should've fucked you the moment you took the job." You bite your lip. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, so damn wet and tight."

Kazuha whines in pleasure, elated that you love his body. "Gh- gonna come~!"

"Shit- me too." You thrust into him harder. "Gonna breed your tight cunt-"

He squeals happily, tightening around you and squeezing your cock to draw out its cum. You burst inside of him, giving him your second load of the night.

Kazuha twitches at the feeling of your cock pulsating inside him. You allow his legs to go back to their original position as your movements come to a halt.

"You should wake me up like that more often." You wink.

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

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

Opposites: violent yandere x quiet reader

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

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

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