Death And Rebirth

Saiki Kusuo x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

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As Saiki’s best friend, it was impossible for him to hide anything from (M/n). The male knew about his powers, only because they’ve known each other since he remembers. (M/n) was always there for him, to cover his mishaps and help him express himself.

Although that never worked with those classmates that called themselves his friends.

Specially, Nendo and Kaido, it was hard to refuse anything they said, but (M/n) somehow found the way… some times.

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Malleus brainrot

MINORS DNI

thank u to this anon who sparked this in my brain

Thinking about dollification with Malleus.

When you start a scene you do his makeup first, applying his signature eye shadow and liner, a nice blush, and a black lipstick. He may wear a pretty black lace choker for you or his posture collar, then you might dress him up in a corset (with each cinch tighter bringing him deeper into headspace), he might then slip into some matching black lace panties with your help, and then maybe some black stockings. The dress up part is all on you, whatever you want to see him in. Of course he always wants his arm binder, but sometimes you also add other accessories like a cockring or a muzzle or a gag or nipple clamps, etc.. By the time you secure the last piece of whatever you want to see him in, Malleus is completely in his doll headspace. You will guide or carry him to a comfortable chair, and sit him there. He will stare ahead, his irises blown wide as his arousal sets in.

"Such a pretty doll I have," you might coo, brushing his hair for a moment. Then, one of his favorite parts of the scene begins. You walk to the desk and begin to do some work there. Malleus must sit, must be patient for you, must be a good obedient doll, until you decide you want to play with him. He has no idea how long he'll have to wait. Sometimes you come after a few minutes and play with his horns, or pull his panties down and run your fingers over his hard, dripping cock. Sometimes you don't touch him for hours, and when you do he feels as though his skin is on fire; he's been yearning for your touch for so long. He cums quick those times, trying to be as quiet as possible, because dolls don't talk. Then sometimes you continue to play with him even after he's cum, and that makes his brain all fuzzy and giddy. He's so pleased that you'll continue to take what you want from him, it makes him feel even more like a toy for you.

And sometimes you don't touch him at all. Sometimes you get him all dressed up, make him sit there- hard and aching for you- and never let him release. You just bring him out of his headspace and get him undressed then redressed, and the two of you go on about your night. Malleus can't ever find it in himself to be frustrated when you do this, even though he gets pent up. Because he knows the next time you touch him it'll feel that much better, and anyways he's satisfied just by sitting still and looking pretty for you.

Dottore's Failed Experiment

FTM!Bottom!Dottore x Top!Masc Reader x FTM!Dom!Pantalone

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language Ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Test Subject Reader, Oral Sex/Face Fucking, Voyeurism (Pantalone), Choking, Unconsciousness, Cunnilingus (Pantalone), Sadism (Pantalone)

Words: 1,113

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"Good afternoon, Doctor, I trust your experiment is going well?" Pantalone waltzes into the room, smiling.

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

Dottore freezes and turns to Pantalone nervously, he's the only person who could make Dottore cower in fear. "You see.."

"Don't tell me you've wasted the money I loaned you?" Pantalone raises an eyebrow.

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

"Did you do that on purpose? I hadn't imagined you were that kind of person." Pantalone glances over to your body, lying down on a metal table with a large boner poking through your shorts. "Have you tested it out?"

"What? Of course not! I'm utterly ashamed of this!" Dottore shakes his head.

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

"Uh- yes."

Pantalone walks towards the table, gently pushing Dottore out of the way. "Sit up."

You sit up immediately.

"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..?" Dottore asks, eyes wide. He didn't take Pantalone as the type to want to use something like that.

"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.

"Are you serious?" Dottore asks frantically, gasping when you pull your pants down, your boner looking even bigger than before. "Tell it to stop! Pantalone!"

"You've disappointed me, Dottore, but you might as well make use of your failure." Pantalone smiles. "Don't try to fight back, unless you'd like to do something else to pay for your debt..."

Dottore bites his lip, knowing that whatever Pantalone has planned alternatively is far worse than whatever you'll do to him. He grimaces as he watches you pull your underwear down, your hard cock slapping him in the face.

"That's a good boy." Pantalone coos. He sits down on a chair to watch the entertainment comfortably.

Dottore shivers, both at Pantalone's words and at how huge you are. He shoots Pantalone a look that he knows the other won't be able to see due to his mask.

"You...you won't let him come inside me, right?" Dottore asks, knowing you could definitely produce enough to ensure that he could end up pregnant.

"Of course not." He lies. Dottore sighs in relief.

You pull his mask away and pry his bottom lip open as you use your other hand to guide your dick inside him.

Dottore lets you fuck his mouth, albeit unwillingly. His eyes start to water as you use him like a toy.

Pantalone watches with a smile on his face, loving the display in front of him.

You ravage the doctor's mouth over and over, your cock never softening no matter how many times you come in his mouth. His mouth is sore from you never giving him a break. Cum and drool are spilt on the ground, the remains of what he couldn't swallow.

Much to the doctor's relief, you finally pull out of his mouth.

Dottore coughs and wipes his mouth. "Are you happy now, Pantalone?"

"No, not even close."

Dottore gasps as you push him to the ground. You rip his clothes off eagerly and nudge your cock inside him.

"Fuck! At least use lube you cretin!" Dottore grimaces as you push further inside, he was barely aroused so the stretch was incredibly painful. "You- you're getting off on- fuck- this, aren't you?"

Pantalone only laughs in response.

With the way your cock is filling him up, Dottore starts to think that maybe doing whatever alternative Pantalone had planned would've been better than this. He makes a face when he sees the fairly large bulge in his stomach.

You eventually bottom out and start fucking him without even waiting for him to adjust. You groan and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. He slaps your arms in desperate attempts of having you let go, your thrusts are punching the air out of his lungs and having his breathing restricted is certainly not helping.

"St- stop th- the thing! Pan- Pantalone!" Dottore keeps fighting back despite knowing his efforts are fruitless. Pantalone couldn't care less for how he feels. "You ass!"

You continue fucking him despite all of his squirming, keeping your hands on his throat while you indulge in your desires.

Dottore eventually passes out, falling limp as you keep using his body to satisfy you. You let go of his neck and grip his waist instead. Pantalone squirms in his seat, getting off on you fucking Dottore.

"Feel free to come inside him." Pantalone chuckles.

You growl in excitement, fucking him til your release. You unload your spend inside him, filling him up without his knowledge.

When Dottore comes to, he immediately notices the odd feeling inside of him. "Don't- ugh- don't fucking tell me!" He looks down and sees bits of your cum dribbling out of him. "Pant- pantalone! You f- fuck- fucking- nngh- lied!" Dottore panics, knowing you'll keep fucking more of your cum inside him.

Pantalone smiles, getting even hornier from Dottore's reaction.

You keep fucking Dottore, releasing inside him so many times that his stomach starts to inflate.

He passes out multiple times and eventually falls silent and allows you to fuck him until your cock runs dry, which he thinks'll never happen.

"You can ejaculate one last time, then stop." Pantalone commands.

You look at Dottore's limp and exhausted body, coming for the nth time and reluctantly pulling out as Pantalone ordered you to.

"Come here." Pantalone instructs. You walk over to him and start drooling when he strips his lower half. "Eat me out."

You quickly comply, spreading his legs further and pulling his sex towards your face. You start licking him up like a dog, making him moan beautifully in response.

You focus all your attention on his cunt, devouring it like you've survived on crackers your entire life. Pantalone bites his lip, pussy twitching in pleasure.

"Yes- fuck, just like that~" He whimpers. "Ooh~"

It doesn't take long for you to bring him to an orgasm, his cunt clenches around your tongue desperately as you suck up his fluids.

Pantalone lets you keep going for a minute before stopping you. "Good boy.." He says, out of breath. "Hm..why don't you uh, clean Dottore up? I'm sure you know where the shower is?"

You nod.

"Good. Make sure he's well rested and I suppose you could find him something to eat." He pets you. "I'll take my leave now."

Breeding Mr. Aizawa, Again

FTM!Aizawa x Top!Werewolf!Male Reader

Request

Part 1

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Desk Sex, Cervix Hitting, Biting, Breeding Kink, Knotting

Words: 460

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Aizawa was extremely lucky to not be pregnant after what happened. He started taking birth control and waited a few days to recover from everything you did, he ended up taking a break from teaching. He couldn't get you out of his mind though.

The day he comes back to class, he tells you to see him after school. You knew exactly what he wanted from you.

You walk into the room, locking the door behind you. You smile at Aizawa, who's sitting at the end of his desk.

You walk towards him, spreading his legs open. "You want more, right?" You smirk.

Aizawa looks away, embarrassed. "Yeah.."

You rip his pants off, much to Aizawa's dismay. "Do you really have to rip my clothes off?"

"It's easier." You shrug, ripping his underwear off. You kneel down, slotting in between his legs. You part his folds, licking up his already wet cunt.

Aizawa moans as you focus on his clit. "Fuck.." His body twitches. "Mm~ Like that..puppy~"

Your ears twitch at the pet name. You slip two digits in his pussy, curling them up and making Aizawa come instantly. He covers his mouth to prevent any outsiders from hearing him. You stick your tongue inside him, sucking up all the fluids before pulling away.

You pull your pants down and bring Aizawa closer to you.

"Hold on-" Aizawa tries to get you to wait but you ignore him, pushing your length into him and hitting his cervix. "Aah~!" He gasps, rolling his eyes back as he squirts on your cock. "Fuh~ wai- fuck-"

"Still can't handle it?" You tease, pulling out just enough to make him more comfortable.

He shakes his head, whimpering. "No..keep going."

You grin, showing your fangs. You grab his thighs and plunge your dick into him. Aizawa gasps, moaning loudly, no longer caring about who hears him.

"Fuck~!" Aizawa digs his nails into your back. "Please- aah~! more~~!"

You pound into him harder, making sure he won't be able to walk after this.

Aizawa shakes as he comes again, squeezing your cock. "Haah~~ Yes~!"

You dig your fangs into his neck, the same part you bit him before and making an even more obvious mark. Your knot starts to swell up, making Aizawa go crazy. The feeling has him moaning like a whore.

"Gonna get you pregnant this time- gonna carry my puppies~" You groan.

Aizawa has to stop himself from moaning your name. "Yes~! Want y- your ki- kids~~!"

You kiss him roughly as your cum spills inside him. Your movements come to a halt and Aizawa falls limp on the table, still conscious but unwilling to move.

"Round two?" You ask cheekily.

Aizawa gets the strength to slap you. "You're out of your mind."

⌞ 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.

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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.

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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".

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….

If you still have nsfw requests open what abt monster dick mc with a charmed fl3shlight of the bros/side characters (minus luke, but i feel thats obvious)

Monster dick MC fucking a charmed fleshlight

MINORS DNI

Anon i want to kiss you directly on the lips for requesting this. I had the time of my life writing these. Not sure if the monster dick really comes through here, but I tried my best to imply it.

Warnings: toys, sexting, mild exhibitionism (in Satan’s), breeding kink (in Beel's), consensual somno (in Belphie's), sounding (in Solomon's), genitals ambiguous for the chars, amab mc/reader

Lucifer:

You better not use it while he’s in public!

He makes that wildly clear as soon as he finds out about it (and no doubt he mysteriously finds out about it before you get the chance to use it).

What he likes is if you use it when he’s been holed up in his office, working for far too long

Lucifer’s been working for hours when he gets a text from you- an eggplant emoji that you’ve taken to using as a simple way to ask if you can use the fleshlight. He sends back an “ok” sticker and then he feels it. Your lubed fingers circling the hole of the charmed fleshlight, then sliding into it. He cries out, crumpling the paper he was writing on. He tries his best to flatten the paper while simultaneously grinding his hips back against your fingers, even though he knows that won’t work, and it just makes him look like a desperate whore rutting against his desk chair. When you pull your fingers out and replace them with your cock his hands shoot up to cover his mouth so no one hears him call out your name, cumming embarrassingly quick in his pants.

Mammon:

He gets kinda pouty if you use it instead of coming to fuck him in person

Best thing is to use it as "punishment"

If he's ever being bratty you making him watch as you fuck the fleshlight, yet he can still feel you fucking him

Mammon is tied up sitting on the bed watching you hungrily as you sit in a chair across from him. You pour lube into the toy causing him to bite his lip at the strange sensation. You tease the hole of the toy with your thick head, making Mammon beg for you to fuck the toy. When you insert your dick he gasps and pulls against the restraints, shaking as you slowly sink inch by inch into the toy. He’s so shocked at how realistic it feels, it feels like you’re deep inside him, churning his guts as you pound into him. But even though it feels like he’s being fucked, he's not, and therefore he’ll be begging the whole time that you fuck him properly.

Levi:

Let’s be honest he’s the one who bought the toy for you

He begs that you try it out even though he’s kind of prepared to be disappointed, thinking it’s probably a scam

When he feels your fingers on his hole his mind is racing through a million scenarios of you using the toy

Levi had just finished up his (long and very informative) explanation of what was so special about the fleshlight he'd gotten you. He’d wrapped it all up with a disclaimer that it probably didn’t even work. And yet here he is looking at you expectantly from where you’re both sitting in his bathtub bed. You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes as you shimmy out of your pants. Grabbing the lube you note that Levi’s breathing has gotten heavier, and he’s already hard. So you lightly tease him for getting hot and bothered just from seeing your flaccid cock. He stutters out some excuse but shuts up when you pour the lube into the fleshlight. You ask if it works, if he can feel it, and he immediately starts gushing about how poggers this is, and begging you to start fucking the fleshlight already.

Satan:

The first time you use it he was in the library, though luckily no one was around to see the way he- to no success- tried to conceal the way he fell apart

Afterwards if anyone takes notice of the way he walks back to the house of Lamentation with a slight limp and the way he’s walking holding books in front of his crotch, they do not bring it up

He thinks its stupid that you would buy that instead of actually fucking him

Thoroughly amused you read Satan’s passive aggressive texts to you from his room about how he can feel that you’re using the toy again, that you should just make the short walk to his room and fuck him properly. Ignoring him you slide your cock in, and the texts stop abruptly. Then you get a call. You continue to thrust your cock into the toy as Satan attempts to convince you to come over between begging and whining for you to pick up the pace and go harder. He babbles about how he can feel it in his stomach, that he wants you here so when you finish he can feel you fill him up with your cum. He’s going to want you to come fuck him again properly when you're done.

Asmo:

Obsessed with the toy, and thinks it’s so much fun

When you text him a heads up he likes to stuff himself with a vibe so it feels like double penetration

Sometimes he calls you in the moment to rave about how good it feels, and sometimes he’ll just wait until you’re done so he can come find you for round two

As soon as Asmo read the text from you he dropped his eyeliner and grabbed a random vibrator. He snaps a quick pick of the one he’s using- as a way of showing he’s ready on his end, then lubes it up and stretches himself as he feels you tease the entrance of the toy. When you slide in he gets adjusted to your phantom stretch before stuffing in the vibrator, crying out obscenely at the sensation of your long, thick cock fucking him alongside the vibrator. It’s such a unique sensation, unparalleled by anything else he’s experienced. He loves it almost as much as he loves you fucking him normally. Almost. But in the end you fucking him in person is far better, and he knows as soon as you’ve both cum he’ll be rushing (with a slight limp) to your room for more.

Beelzebub:

Give him a heads up before you use the fleshlight so he doesn’t hurt himself if you use it while he’s working out

He probably doesn’t like it too much because he doesn’t like that you can’t breed him with your cum when you finish

He also doesn’t like that he can’t see you so he begs for facetimes when/if you use it

Beel is uncharacteristically pouting when you answer his facetime, whining that he doesn’t like this toy very much, and that you should just come and fuck him. You explain this is like a prelude for what's to come later, and his temperament shifts a bit, smiling at the promise of you pounding him in person after. When you slide your cock into the toy the phone shakes a bit as Beel cries out. He’s so frustrated because it feels so good- of course it does when it's you, but he wants to be able to kiss you and taste you and feel your skin. Beel gets fed up with all this so he slowly and shakily makes his way to your room, stopping to catch his breath as you continue to fuck the toy while he walks.

Belphegor:

Obsessed with you using it while he’s sleeping

Or if you let him use it on you while you're sleeping

He’s much rather fuck you with the fleshlight than ride you, and he’s desperate to feel you fucking him whenever he can get the chance

You wake up to Belphie's loud and breathy moans in your ear. He’s jerking you off with the charmed fleshlight, grinding his cock against you as he feels the sensations of you fucking him. His eyes are scrunched shut, so when you thrust your hips into the toy it catches him off guard and he cums, staining your pajamas with his jizz. His eyes open and he kisses you sloppily as he picks up the pace, whining and whimpering into your mouth as he does. Once you've cum inside the toy Belphie throws it to the ground, and despite both of you having cum all over, he pulls up the blankets and promptly falls back asleep, leaving you to either try to fall back asleep or clean the two of you up with no help from him.

You could probably get the most use out of it with the side chars

Diavolo:

A solution for when he wants to get dicked down but can’t make it to the house of Lamentation or you can’t get to the castle

(not a perfect solution though, he still heavily prefers you fucking him in person over this)

He becomes more desperate though, begging for you to fuck the fleshlight every night (and the morning after) that he’s not with you.

You open your phone to 30 new messages from Diavolo begging that you fuck him and laugh. You send him a kissy sticker before lubing up your cock and teasing the opening of the fleshlight with the head of your cock. Diavolo sends you a series of key smashes- a thing he’d recently learned about from Levi, then a picture of his hole slick with lube and slightly gaping. You groan, easing the toy down your cock. The texts stop as you pound your dick into the fleshlight, but start right up again when you’ve cum. You get his half thought out praises, pictures of the aftermath of his orgasm, and so many heart emojis before he sends his goodnight text.

Barbatos:

Like Beel give him a heads up to make sure he’s not cooking or attending to Diavolo

But oh boy does he loves this toy sm

Loves that he can comfortably lay back while you pound into the toy

Barbatos gets the heads up text that you’ll be using the charmed toy when he’s taking a bath. He gives you permission, shyly taking a picture of himself in the bath, to which he receives copious praise and compliments from you. He feels himself blush, fidgeting as the anticipation builds. When he feels the ghost-like sensation of your lubed up cock rub against his hole he whimpers, relaxing as best as he can for the stretch that your huge cock gives him. He grips the edge of the tub as you slowly and sweetly fuck the toy. It's nice- the experience of getting fucked in the bathtub without the mess. He cums when you do, calling you immediately after, giddy to talk about how it felt and how much he loved it.

Simeon:

No matter how often you use it every time you do he gets so scared because he forgets how it feels to have you touching him but not there with him

Like Beel he wants to be able to hear and see you when you “fuck him” so he’ll text you asking that you facetime him (he cant figure out to do it on his own lol)

Highly prefers you fucking him in person but on nights when he's alone it's kinda nice

You facetime Simeon before going to bed, holding up the fleshlight with a wink and hearing him sputter on the other end. He lays back against his pillows, running his fingers along his chest as you lube up your cock. When you ease your dick into the toy, very slowly so he can adjust to the stretch, Simeon whines and whimpers, accidentally dropping the phone, then propping it up on a pillow to make sure that doesn't happen again. He reaches down to touch himself, like you taught him, time with your thrusts. By the time you’ve cum the first time he’s given you two orgasms already, sobbing from the overstimulation, and trying to muffle the way he calls out your name by shoving his face into the pillow.

Solomon:

Has a matching charmed dildo that he fucks his hole with lol

You guys take turns fucking around with each other with said toys

One night he uses the dildo so you can feel him, and the next you use your fleshlight so he can feel your cock

Last night Solomon had fucked himself on his charmed dildo for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Tonight you’re going to get payback. You text him a picture of your lubed up cock and the fleshlight as a warning. He sends back a selfie of his hard dick, plugged up with a sounding rod and he’s giving you a thumbs up. You laugh, rubbing your head against the entrance for a moment then thrusting fully in. Once in you wait for him to adjust before fucking the toy with a brutal pace. When you finally get tired out Solomon facetimes you, showing you the aftermath, and listening to your heavy praise. Then you walk him through some aftercare and fall asleep, never hanging up once.

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

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.