Shrouded In Pleasure

The Royal Harem (Smut)

Synopsis: You have been working hard constantly every single day, finding ways on how to improve your nation. Your attention was solely upon the needs of your Kingdom, to the point where you have forgotten the needs of your own harem.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe

Warnings: sub!genshin, dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, reader has a cock, anal penetration, licking/sucking, use of toys, overstimulation, cum swallowing, belly bulge

Note: This is my first ever post here in Tumblr. So I hope I didn't disappoint anyone reading this story too much. Also, the reader is gender-neutral.

Although, you do have secretaries to help you with the load of paperwork— but somehow, they, too, were just as busy as you. You couldn't really complain either, since you're literally the sovereign of your very big Kingdom, and doing some paperwork was just the bare minimum.

ㅤ

You heaved out a sigh. The papers on your table never seem to stop itself from piling even more anytime soon.

However it was tiring, nonetheless. And you were getting bored of it. But as you know, you would do anything to keep your Kingdom thrive and be evermore prosperous than it already was.

"The perks of ruling a Kingdom," Dryly, you humoured yourself. Your eyes boredly stared at the piles of documents right in front of you.

A knock resonated from the door and a soft sound of a woman could be heard behind it.

"Your majesty, I have brought you the backlog of papers from last week."

"Come in."

The door opened and revealed Ganyu holding a few stacks of papers. She smiled softly at the sight of you as she walked towards your table.

"Miss Jean wanted to finish them for you, but unfortunately it requires the monarch's attention."

"I see. That's no problem, put them here please."

She did what she was told and carefully placed them down. You thanked her and Ganyu gave you a small curtsy. But as she lays her eyes on your desk, concern swallows her whole.

"You've been working for quite a long while now, shouldn't you take a break, your majesty?"

You look up from your paper and meet her gaze, "Don't fret, I'm fine. They're just papers anyway. I'm already used to this."

"But I fear you might be burning yourself out." The female adepti argued, "You always nag me whenever I overwork myself into taking a break..."

Your (e/c) eyes look up at her expectantly, "And you claim how the tables have turned?"

Ganyu let out a small laugh, pink hue faintly dusted her cheeks as she nodded. You playfully scoff and lightly push your chair back.

"Alright alright," You say, raising your hands in defeat. "I'll perhaps rest for a bit. I wouldn't dare to push my lady's worry and have her dwell on my health."

She blushed at your statement, "O-Oh, a wise choice, your majesty." And quickly bowed before leaving.

Deciding that was it for the day, you stood up from your seat and almost fell. You have been sitting for a long while that your legs fell asleep.

And the moment you decided to use them— you began to cringe at the prickling sensation in your legs. A small groan came out of you as you furrowed your eyebrows at the uncomfortable feeling.

You should have at least got out of your seat for some time while you had work. This simply could've been prevented.

But it's not like you won't do it again anyway. After all, you don't think you'll remember to at least move your legs while you work.

Walking to your bed chambers was tiring. Every time you get to think of the thought of laying on your bed— you would feel your legs on the verge of collapse.

But the bustling noises in your palace would always snap you back to reality, preventing you from further indulging your thoughts of your bed.

Softly, you sighed, as you set your eyes upon the familiar engravings of your chambers' doors.

However, due to your tired state, you have failed to notice the lack of guards who were supposed to be near your doors.

You jog a little, feeling excited to finally run into sleep's arms.

"Ah, bed. I can't wait to embrace you."

You sang as you opened the doors.

But you halted as the feeling of surprise swallowed you whole as the room was filled with silence.

"—!"

There, inside your room, were 5 men wearing nothing but their underwear and white satin robes.

Their eyes widened, they looked like a deer in the headlights. But then relaxed once they realized it was just the person they were waiting for.

Your mouth hung open. You weren't certainly expecting this. (E/c) eyes scanned each man inside the room.

There was Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and Kaeya.

"..."

You then began to break the silence, "What on Teyvat is going here?"

They snapped back from their shock at the sound of your voice. And Kaeya was the first to approach you. His signature smile appeared on his face.

"Your majesty," He bowed, "What perfect timing you have. We were just about to give you a little surprise."

Childe then approaches you next with a wide smile, "But you arrived a bit too early though. Well, no matter. Since their majesty is here, we shall give them our surprise."

"Hope we're not bothering you, your majesty." Thoma smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at them, unsure. What was going with them? You didn't recall having a rendezvous with any of your concubines. Seeing the confused look on your face, Zhongli decided to explain themselves.

"We've noticed that you've been awfully busy and you no longer spend any time with us anymore. So we decided, if you don't come to us, then we'll come to you."

"Of course, not all of us had agreed to share you and your time, but we know their majesty doesn't like it whenever we don't get along with the others." Diluc added, having a look of displeasure and his red eyes glared at Kaeya— who just merely shot him with an unaffected smile.

Oh right...

You have been so focused on your Kingdom's needs that you forgot to tend to your lovers and now they planned to have you to them right now.

Honestly, you were surprised that they managed to agree to share you— albeit reluctantly.

"So..." You began, "In conclusion, all of you missed me and now you're all needy."

Childe and Kaeya gave you a close-eyed smile. While Diluc blushed and looked away, Zhongli timidly nodded his head, and Thoma let out a nervous chuckle.

"I see..."

It was then you closed your door and took a step forward. Your eyes stared at all of them and a smirk appeared on your features.

Seeing your usual dominating behaviour, all of them visibly shivered in your presence.

"Then, shall we begin?"

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And now here you are.

Currently, you are lying on your bed. Your hand was holding Diluc steadily as you thrust your cock inside him. The red head had his eyes rolled back and his back arched whenever your cock would hit that spot. His nails dug into your thighs, gritting his teeth at the euphoric sensation inside him.

"Ah ah ah—!"

He bounced shamelessly on top of you. Becoming undone as he came for the umpteenth time.

And Thoma was sitting on your face, being absolutely ruined by your skillful mouth. His grip on his ass was so tight— his knuckles turned white. He rolled his hips when he felt your tongue fucked his insides.

You would groan and moan, whenever you felt your hand brush on the red head's stomach— feeling a bulge on it whenever you roughly thrust inside him, your vibrations adding more to Thomas's delight.

"Ah— F-Fuck~"

Filthy sounds— ranging from pornographic moans, whimpers, grunts, groans, to the sinful sounds of skin slapping and soft gasps filled the room. And you're quite lucky there were no guards standing beside your doors.

Your dominant hand was working on Zhongli's needy hole, said man was whimpering and would often let out a small squeak whenever your long fingers would hit his sweet spot as you ravaged his insides. Truth be told that he lost count of how many times he came just by your fingers alone.

Childe and Kaeya, on the other hand, were the loudest. They had a double end toy phallus inside their holes and both moved at a simultaneous pace. Moaning loudly as they felt the urge to come again. Their eyes watched at how you ruined your other concubines. Their dicks hardened and tips wetted at the thought of their turn with you.

All of them looked liked sex starved prostitutes in a brothel.

Pleasure shook the entire room like an earthquake and it seemed like it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

"A—Ah, c-cumming!"

"Y-Your m-majesty~!"

Thoma and Diluc came simultaneously, and both were at the verge of passing out. With your adept skills, you were able to maneuver them both off of you and you gently lay them down on your large bed.

They both lie down tiredly and their eyes begin to close due to exhaustion.

Zhongli saw you were done playing with the pyro welding men and went to crawl towards you— You happily accepted him with open arms.

You lay down on the bed and have the brunet on top of you. He steadied himself before slowly inserting your cock into his hole.

As the tip went in— Zhongli swore he had seen stars blurring his vision and he let out the most filthy sound once you were fully inside him.

"Mnhm~" He cried softly.

"Are you alright there, love?" You asked. Feeling a bit of pride swells up in you as you smirk at the sight of the trembling almighty Geo dragon on top of you.

He nodded with a red blushing face, beginning to roll his hips— with you letting out a soft sigh at his actions.

Your hands were on his waist, keeping him steady while trying to make you both cum.

"Oh, yes~ Just like that, keep going..."

You let out a groan and the man riding you could help but arch his back at your sound. He did what he was told, he rode you like there was no tomorrow.

And once you felt like he was slowing down, you took matters into your own hands. You lift him up a bit before slamming your cock inside him hard.

"AH~!!"

A loud sound of euphoria left the dragon's lips and his eyes almost rolled all the way back of his head.

He came almost instantly. Squirting all over on you, the bed sheets, and on himself. Tears formed on his face and his mouth drooled at pleasurable sensation.

But you weren't done with him just yet. You repeated your actions, slamming hard inside over and over again overstimulating the poor man.

Trying to catch your high and which you eventually did. You painted his walls white as Zhongli came again together with you.

Both of you panted. Zhongli— despite being a dragon— fell off of you due to exhaustion but you managed to catch him and lay him properly onto the bed.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead before averting your attention towards the two remaining men— who were still waiting for you.

"Your m-majesty~" Kaeya sang, giving you a sultry look when you met his gaze. You sat at the edge of your bed. Gesturing for the two to come closer.

And they did. Crawling towards you with such whorish looks— abandoning their toy as they did so.

Kaeya reached to you first and he immediately went to kiss you on your lips. His kisses were hungry like and you had to push him gently to prevent him from making you lie on your back.

Both your tongues danced in an unknown rhythm but you both made it work.

And while you two were trying to fight for dominance— Childe had happily dived his mouth down on your cock, he didn't give any warning and just went straight to devour your huge dick inside his pretty little mouth.

The ginger head's action caught you off guard and it made you collapse down onto the bed on your bed. Kaeya chuckled at you and proceeded to pleasure your upper half with his mouth.

He sucked and licked your nipple as he toyed with the other with his hand. You moaned softly and grunted, your hands went to play with their hairs as your concubines gave you a mewl sound of appreciation.

"Ah, C-Childe.....c-cummi—"

You didn't even finish your sentence when Childe took you in deep down his throat and you felt him going deeper, you came. You arched your back, bucking your hips and hitting the back of his throat making the ginger head almost gag at your movement.

"Mmmh~"

The bluenette hummed, feeling you tremble while you reached your climax. Gently, he grazed your nipple with his teeth, teasing you as it added more pleasure onto your body.

Childe pulled away from your cock and tried to swallow your load. He spilled some a bit but he was satisfied with the taste of you.

"Mmh... Your majesty taste so divine~ I want more~"

He spoke with lust evident in his voice, beginning to lick the cum that spilled on your dick.

"Childe— Ah!"

"Now, that's not fair. You should give some of your attention to me too, your majesty~"

Kaeya pouted, feeling jealous when it wasn't him you're focusing on. He then went lower to where the ginger-nette was and he, too, began to lick your spilled cum.

You panted, as you looked down. You almost came at the sight of your two concubines going down on you. Oh how you loved it when they worship your cock, as they have worshipped you as their King.

Childe smiled at the sight of you. You pulled him by the arm with gentle care, and you had him on top of you.

"I've been waiting for this." Said the man on top with an eager tone. He personally slammed your cock inside him earning a small hiss from you and a lewd mewl from him.

The harbinger sang lewd sounds, as he bounced with harsh movements on you.

"Oh f-fuck—!"

He came when he felt you hit his prostate. But that didn't stop him, planning to overstimulate himself to see how far he can go.

Meanwhile, Kaeya made himself busy with your mouth. Your free hand was stroking his cock and that made him moan in your kiss.

Your hand movement synced with Childe's pace. Feeling the blue haired man shiver at the pleasurable feeling down his lower half.

He came as the other did— again— and the former started to move on his own accord, using your hand as if it was a fleshlight

Kaeya, knowing he'll be next soon, pulled away from your lips and moved on to your neck next, then on to the rest of your body. Biting, sucking, and nibbling the places that he knew would make you shiver.

He sat up, smirking at his masterpiece. Seeing you littered with all his love marks makes him swell up with pride.

"Ah!"

The ginger-nette came again for the umpteenth time and almost fell on you when you quickly held him before removing him off you.

He was panting, out of breath, lying there tired and contented with the cum that was inside him and was dripping down his thighs.

You move a stray hair off his face before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, bidding him sweet dreams.

Then, you turned to face the last of your lovers.

"Your turn." You grinned, your breath slightly ragged due to the 'activities' you've been doing.

Kaeya giggled, "Finally." Before lying down on his back, a blush was visible on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and captured your lips with his in a feverish kiss.

You pulled away from him and went to place your kisses on his neck— inserting yourself inside him as you did so.

A soft gasp left his lips when he felt you inside him, he released once he realized how big you were. You chuckled seeing him tremble, his embrace on you was tight but slowly went loose when he finished his high.

"M-Move...please..."

"Very well."

You smiled and did what you were told. Your pace started slow but it increased once the bluenette requested you to move faster.

"Hah— hah..."

"Ngh~"

You hit his prostate over and over again, making Kaeya see stars in his vision. He cried out in pleasure, his nails dug the skin of your back— slightly drawing a bit of blood.

He was close again, you could tell, by how he clenched tightly around you. You sighed blissfully at the feeling and you, too, were almost at your limit.

"Your majesty! I-I'm cumm—"

"I k-know. Hah... Me t-too..."

You pounded him for awhile, before finally releasing all your pent up seed inside your favourite pirate looking lover. You came together with him and his entire body shook.

His embrace around you was gone and instead his hands were gripping the sheets tightly.

Both of you were out of breath, but Kaeya was beginning to pass out. You stayed inside him for a bit, making sure he was getting the most of his climax and when he finally showed signs of subsiding, you carefully pulled yourself out of him.

Sweat lingered on all your skins'. You saw the bluenette smiling at you before succumbing to the sweet hold of sleep.

You looked at the rest of your concubines and noticed that all of them were now asleep.

You chuckled to yourself. Ah, one of the perks of ruling a Kingdom: was to take care of your harem with equal care and love.

You stood up, albeit your stance was wobbly and you were slightly dizzy. You playfully scoffed, they did a toll on you. And you proceeded to cover them all up with a large blanket.

Though, usually you would not prefer to let them sleep on a cum/drool stained bed, but there's nothing you can do about it now. You'll just have to make it up till next time.

Sighing, you mentally made a reminder to yourself: When in tending to the needs of your Kingdom, never ever forget the needs of your own harem.

Otherwise, you might never be able to get out of bed.

All Yours

Lucifer/AMAB Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Revenge is Best Served Hot (And Sticky)

Bottom!FTM!Pantalone x Top!Masc!Test Subject Reader

{Request} [Part One] | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

Contains: Non-Con, Voyeurism, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex

Words: 697

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"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?"

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

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After recovering from the previous events, Dottore has you take revenge for him.

He enters Pantalone's room with you behind him, a sick grin on his face and a bundle of rope in his hands. Thankfully Pantalone was passed out from the hard day he had earlier so Dottore doesn't have to use you to hold him down.

He approaches the male's sleeping body, pulling the covers away and turning him on his back. The doctor ties Pantalone's wrists to prevent him from trying anything when he wakes up.

"Go ahead." Dottore smiles and steps away. He sits on top of the banker's desk and watches you rip his clothes to shreds.

You shove his mouth onto your awaiting length, dragging his head along the shaft. As soon as your tip hits the back of his throat he jolts awake.

His screams and complaints are muffled, he squirms around and fruitlessly tries to get out of the rope.

"Relax, Pantalone. You know it'll hurt more if you fight." Dottore laughs. "Those ropes are specially made, don't waste your time."

Pantalone glares at him.

"Oh and don't try to bite, it won't hesitate to knock your teeth out."

He quickly relaxes his mouth and begrudgingly allows you to use his mouth freely.

You drag your cock along his throat, abusing it and groaning at how good he feels.

"How does it feel being in my place now?" Dottore taunts.

If he could, Pantalone would flip him off.

You grip his hair and fuck his mouth harder, drool spilling down the Regrator's chin.

It feels like you're spending hours thrusting into his throat, every minute making him feel more and more disgusted. You finally reach your peak and send thick globs of cum down his wet warmth.

You keep yourself inside him, not moving but forcing him to swallow your come. Once he does, you pull out. To both his and Dottore's surprise.

"Guess it doesn't like your throat very much, 'lone."

"Shut u-" Pantalone's retort is interrupted by you grabbing his sides and flipping your position to where he's on top of you.

You lower him onto your cock, your tip penetrating him before you slam him down.

Pantalone gasps in surprise. He looks down at you, trembling, and waiting for you to do something but you don't. You just look at him expectantly.

"Move." You say. "Bounce." You correct yourself.

His eyes widen. "Absolutely not!"

"Bounce." You repeat. "Now." You drag your nail along his thigh.

Dottore grins widely, this is even better than he imagined. Watching Pantalone humiliate himself is more than enough revenge.

Pantalone gulps and begins to move, struggling to stay still with his wrists bound. You grip his hips and help him stay upright.

"Fuh- fuck you...Dottore-" He grimaces. "Enjoy yo- yourself now but- you'll fu- fucki- fucking regre- regret this later-"

"You deserve all of this, I doubt I'll even feel any sort of remorse."

"Yo- you des- deserved it- for wast- wasting my mo- ra-" He chokes on his tears. "I don- don't."

"You could argue that, but you know I'm a vengeful person."

You flip Pantalone onto his back and drill your cock deep into him, spilling your seed inside him without warning. You don't hesitate before fucking him again.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Pantalone fails to respond, getting his brains fucked out from your cock reaching impossibly deep parts of him.

Dottore watches in sick glee as you destroy the banker's mind and cunt. It's even worse for him as he remains conscious the entire time.

And if his eyes even flutter closed he gets a harsh slap to the face to wake him up.

The gross hot and sticky feeling of your cock pushing and spreading your cum around in his pussy makes him sick. He didn't bother counting but he knows you've come at least 10 times.

"I'm satisfied." Dottore says after you've come for the nth time. "But you can keep having your fun with him if you'd like." He waves with a sharp grin on his face that pisses off Pantalone and leaves the room.

"Not done." You say, gripping his waist tighter.

Hgnnn i just read your Simeon emeto and am now going feral at the thought of bathing him after he pukes. You carrying him in your arms and sitting him in your lap while you prepare his bath. He's reluctant, but his head is still fuzzy and he can't help but to cling to you and whisper endless "thank you"s. You help him in the bathtub so he doesn't slip and gently cleans the aftermath of his episode and the various other fluids sticking to him, and you praise him for being such a good boy by letting you help him.

You rub his belly and he relaxes before looking a bit sick again, so you try to go get him something sweet for his glucose (i have no idea if angels work this way but they're made in human's image, right? So it may be something like that). Yet, he tightens his grip in your arm and begs you to stay with his stupidly cute pleading eyes and you obligue.

You wash his hair and massage his head and when you finish he's fast asleep, too exhausted to fight the fatigue. You let him and carry him to bed, giving him a kiss before starting to wash yourself.

This is so long i'm So sorry hsngsksgsjsvxsi😭 - 🍞

Wahh!! First of all don't apologize for how long this is! I love it 😳🥰

I'm obsessed with bathing as a form of aftercare (which I am not subtle about 💀). It's just so intimate!! I'll bet that during this Simeon is trying to remember the last time he was taken care of like this. He's been busy attending and caring for Luke for ages, and he's not spent much time on himself. Having someone carry him makes his heart flutter and his palms sweat. And when you start washing him down he has to hold back tears!!!

He'd look so lovestruck as you tend to him, and he can't hide it because he feels like he'll pass out at any second. He eventually does pass out, only because he trusts you so much and knows you'll continue to take care of him 🥺😭🥰

(Anon is referencing this)

Human Technology

human!Mammon x m!demon!reader

smut; Mammon brings home a special toy he wants to show you from one of his shopping trips, sponsored by you.

sugar daddy reader, top!dom!reader, daddy kink, vibrating cock ring, overstimulation, mentions of multiple orgasms, anal

Mammon enters your flat with a bright grin on his face and flashy sunglasses over his eyes. His arms carry an arrangement of bags, each from a different brand in a different color.

"Daddy! I'm home!"

You turn your head to the entrance hall, beckoning the human to your lap. Mammon hums to himself while approaching you, quickly letting his bags drop, and puts his sunglasses on the table. One of the smaller bags stays in his hand before he finally finds his place on your lap, a pleasantly satisfied scent dripping off of him.

"How much did you spend, baby?"

Your core sin reflects in Mammon's eyes, shining bright as he reveals the 7k left in brand-name clothes and designer jewelry. Your hands find their place on his hips, squeezing encouragingly.

"So, tell me what that means, honey."

His bright demeanor switches, a familiar blush invading his cheeks and his still glowing eyes cast down, shy to tell you what you want to hear.

"It means I owe ya seven," Mammon says reluctantly, hiding his face in your neck as you inquire seven of what. "Seven orgasms, daddy."

You praise your shy human by patting his head with a low chuckle in your throat, grabbing his hair after to pull him away from your neck. Your eyes are devouring him already, and the shiver it evokes is cutely obvious.

"I actually- I got somethin', so it's easier to repay my debts," Mammon reveals, glancing at you through his lashes.

"Are you saying my cock isn't enough?"

Mammon quickly shakes his head, a flash of fear spiking through him at your tone.

"Just thought it'd be more fun like this, ya know?" his confidence is back after pulling a small package from the bag he put next to you.

"What's that?" you bluntly question while inspecting the "cock-ring" given to you by Mammon. You're not familiar with human technology, especially nothing in the erotic realm. As a demon, traditional skin-on-sin contact is best. But you're willing to make an exception for Mammon.

"I'll just show ya, 'kay??"

Mammon's excitement is bleeding off of him as he jumps up from your lap and starts undressing, and in the blink of an eye, his tongue cutely pokes the inside of his cheek as he stretches himself for you. You watch with starving eyes, the toy almost forgotten under the stunning visual of your human getting ready for your demon cock.

Mammon pulls his fingers out of himself, quickly stroking his dick a few times to get the also newly bought lube smeared over it. Almost theatrically, he gets the toy out of its box, twirls it between his fingers a few times, and finally slips it over his cock. His bright grin reaches your face, but you're not sure what to make of this thing wrapped around the human you own, and only you're allowed to touch there.

He suddenly hands you another smaller device, which glows in the same color as the thing around his dick. He mentions it as a remote and cheekily tempts you to press one of the buttons. You lean back into the couch's cushions before doing as he told you.

His sudden twitch and the strange buzzing make you jump a little before you finally figure out the toy's function. You sit back again, curiously watching Mammon's reactions to each of the settings on the remote. You settle onto a simple one, praising him for picking such a fun little thing.

You don't even have to give him the order to finally get your dick in his hole. Mammon does it all by himself, and you can't help but wonder what an obedient human you've pulled yourself in with him. His warmth nicely wraps around you, and you can't help but smirk at his adorable attempts at riding you.

The vibrations have his hips twitch constantly, making it close to impossible to keep a steady pace, and you find it more entertaining than the actual stimulation on your cock. You coo at him while reaching out, taking the cock ring to slide it along his shaft. Mammon courses shamelessly, his body quivering as he tries to stay stable on top of you. His nails dig deep into his own thighs, threatening to leave long-lasting bruises, which you can't wait to admire later, 

You enjoy watching his build-up to his first orgasm, a warmth spreading under your skin as white ropes of his semen stain your torso. You quickly switch to a different setting on your remote, barely letting the human come down from his orgasm.

"Make sure to count, baby boy," you remind playfully, grinning at Mammon's pathetic whine. 

Kinktober Day 11: Threesome | Cuckolding

Stu Matcher/GN Reader/Billy Loomis

☞. . . Look I know this fay was supposed to be for mams and sol, but I think billy and stu fit a lot better. Can be interpreted as a dick or strap. I also incorporated some of ghostfaces lines from the movie!

If looks could kill, you’d be dead where you stand. You know Billy doesn’t mean it, but the sentiment is there and it’s clear. He’s tied to the chair he sits in, one you pulled over from the dining table. Stu, on the other hand, is radiating a sick sense of satisfaction. After all, it’s not every day he gets special treatment, even if it’s at the expense of one of his partners. The energy of the room is cut in half, and you’re standing in the middle of it.

Stu lays back against the couch cushions, his sweater bunching up his stomach, pooling below his ribcage. Your fingers make work of his insides, stretching him open and wide. “Mmph, y-you don’t know what you’re missin, dude,” he sighs with a wiggle of his hips.

“I do, that’s why I’m fuckin pissed.” Billy spits, flexing his hands in his binds.

You roll your eyes, pulling all three fingers out of Stu and wiping your hands off on your spare towel. “You know, it’s funny, I think I hear a little brat trying to complain.”

Billy shuts up, though the scowl still remains. You grab the bottle of lube from your little box of goodies at the foot of the couch, slicking yourself up. “Keep watching, Billy, this is how good boys get rewarded.” You guide yourself up to Stu’s hole, pressing the blunt tip of your cock in. The rest follows in easily, until you’ve bottomed out and Stu is groaning. Billy watches, envy in his face and a tent in his pants. “You know, because you’re a good boy—“ you lean over, jostling inside of him as you reach in the box. Stu moans at the realization of what’s in your hands. Billy nearly chokes, eyes going wide. “I think you deserve another reward.”

You pull the mask, their mask, over your head, fastening it onto your face. “Th-that’s not fair! You can’t just do that without me! You know how much I wanted that!” Billy’s getting red in the face, tugging on the bones almost violently. Stu grins wide, toes curling in anticipation. They’ve begged before, for you to don their gear and fuck them in it, but you’d always pushed it off. Until now. Billy’s screaming now, begging, pleading, desperation clear in his voice. “It’s not fair!”

You click the little button on the side of the mask, activating the voice modifier. “You poor thing.”

Stu shivers, that ghostly mask staring back at him as you begin thrusting, bending his legs up to his chest. Little punched out ‘uhn’s are forced from his throat, his eyes wide and pupils blown. You tilt your head, just the way you know they’ve seen in their horror movies, and slide your hand up to Stu’s throat. He reacts beautifully, clenching tight around you and moaning in pure anticipation of the force behind your fingers.

Billy’s still trashing, tugging at the ropes and mindlessly pleading. “I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want, j-just untie me,”

Those soulless eyes of the mask turn and lock with Billy’s, the husky crackling voice taking back in your words. “What will you do when you break free? Forcefully take his place? Fuck yourself on my cock? I can’t take you seriously when you're acting like a bitch in heat.”

Billy whimpers of all things, finally slumping back in his chair. You turn your attention back on Stu, squeezing tight around his neck the same moment you thrust in. His eyelids flutter, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. “That’s it, choke for me, pretty boy.” It gives you a power rush, playing the role of the ruthless Ghostface, having the familiar voice express your words. Your boys were always enamored with your willingness to play rough, but this is just the icing on the cake. Now, if only one of them could ever learn to play nice.

Billy’s eyes flicker intensely over the both of you, from your masked face, down your naked chest, to your cock sinking into Stu, then to Stu’s leaking cock, to his bunched sweater, to your hand wringing his neck. Billy’s pouting, shoulders slumped. He wants to play too, he wants to see what Stu sees.

Stu’s getting louder, panting heavier, gasping in breaths of air. His stomach tightens, toes curling. He’s teetering on the edge, ever so close to that satisfying abyss. This is his reward, after all, you won’t withhold his pleasure. You grab his cock, pumping roughly. He comes quick after that, streaking his stomach and sweater white.

Billy’s defeated, frustrated tears pricking his eyes. “What do you think, Stu? Should we let him out now?” You pat the side of his face, drawing his attention. Stu blinks, coming down from his high. “Yeah,” he breathes, resting his head on his elbow, still reclined on the couch. You pull out of him, a low chuckle cackling from the voice modifier.

“You hear that, billy-boy? It’s your lucky day.” There’s a switchblade in the box, and you flick it open with a thwip. Billy licks his lips at the sight, following the gleaming edge of the blade. You cut him free, pulling him up by his hair. He hisses, clenching his teeth shut. “Be a good boy, now,” you’ve long since closed the blade, but it still makes him shiver when the cold blunt edge of the handle presses against his back. “Or I’ll gut you like a fish.”

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

MINORS DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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???

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 ♡

Perverse Fantasies

FTM!Ajax x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Panty Stealing, Scent Kink, Nipple Sucking

Words: 861

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During the day you're a popular, charismatic, straight A student on a full scholarship. At night however...

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Since Ajax usually spends the night out, you can do whatever you want to his stuff and he won't find out.

One would assume that you might be stealing his things since you're nowhere near as wealthy as he is, and it is true that you're stealing his things but the things that you're stealing are very...unconventional.

You decided to do Ajax's laundry one day since you were already doing yours and you wanted to thank him for paying most of the rent in any way you could. You weren't expecting Ajax to own panties, assuming he was more of a boxers type of guy.

You were already thinking perverted things about him but seeing his panties encouraged your thoughts even more. You started to take his dirty panties and jerk off to them on his bed whenever he was out, tainting them with your spend and tossing them somewhere in his room.

You figured he'd never find them, and if he did you'd feign ignorance and hope he's not creeped out enough to test the DNA.

Ajax already knows it's you. You're not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Ajax wonders if there's something wrong with him too because he gets so horny at the thought of you defiling his underwear.

He lets this go on for a while, wondering if you'll make the first move so when you don't, he takes matters into his own hands.

Ajax comes home one day to see you watching TV on the couch and an idea forms in his mind. He quickly goes to his room and strips down to just a big shirt and panties.

He walks over to you with his body trembling in excitement. He's so wet he's sure his panties are soaked.

You glance at him then do a double take, realizing he's nearly naked. "Fuck." You let out a sharp breath. 'Does he know what he's doing to me?' You wonder.

"Watching anything interesting?" Ajax asks as he sits down on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck with a smile on his face.

You bite your lip. "Guess I'm watching you now."

He pulls his underwear off and shoves his soaked panties into your face. You take a big whiff, basking in his wonderful smell.

"You're a fucking pervert~" Ajax smirks, grinding down on your boner.

You groan in arousal and help him take your pants and boxers off.

He bites his lip at your length. "Why do pervs always have such huge cocks.." He closes his fist around the top half of your shaft, using his thumb to rub the pre cum around your tip.

Just watching and feeling Ajax touch your dick is almost enough to make you come.

Ajax notices that. "No one else has ever touched you before, huh?" He snickers, pressing his thumb down.

While that's true, it's mostly just because it's Ajax. "Jax.." You moan.

He pulls away and grabs your shoulders, using them to lift himself up. He smirks at you and stares into your eyes as he sinks down onto you.

Your expression is nothing short of euphoric. He feels even better than you imagined. Ajax moves all the way down to the hilt, your cock fitting snuggly inside him.

You move his panties away from your face, your hands wandering underneath his shirt to grope his chest while your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

He slowly moves up and down, making sure not to move up too high so he doesn't disrupt you. You suck on his nipple like a new born baby and use your hand to make sure his other nipple isn't neglected.

"Ah.." Ajax moans and tightens around you. He moves your head away. "Fuck me."

You grab his sides and push him onto the couch, resting his head on a pillow so he doesn't hurt himself before thrusting inside him.

"Fuuuck-" You groan. "Your pussy feels so damn good, Ajax, holy shit."

He doesn't respond, losing it over how your cock is reaching the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him. To think a virgin could fuck him so good.

"Oh fuck, Ajax~" You close your eyes, focusing on how his wet walls feel around you.

"Don't hah~ don't tell me your- you're alr- already gon- gonna come~ ah~"

"Not until you come, I need to feel you when you come- fuck~"

"Do- doubt yo- you're gon- uh~ last~" He teases.

You toy with his bottom growth in a successful attempt to make him get closer.

Ajax bites his lip, holding onto the sides of the couch as you pull him into an orgasm. "Fuck- fuck-"

He starts sucking you in, clenching and unclenching around your length as he comes.

"Oh gods, Ajax-" You moan breathily. "'M gonna come too-"

You pull out and come all over his twitching pussy, your load almost enough to cover it entirely in cum. You look at it in awe before scrambling to get your phone and take a picture.

"Perv.." He mumbles.