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Their demon-related erogenous zones - nsfw
Incl: lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie
LUCIFER
-Lucifer is definitely sensitive, but he’s better at fighting the pleasure than the others.
-He’s too proud to show any signs of enjoying it when you touch his horns, but if you wrap your hands around them like you would his cock he can’t hide his blush at the pure debauchery of it.
-His wings are the most sensitive of all the brothers. Since they’re the only feathered ones, they have much more sensitive nerves, especially the underside.
-Preening is a whole other thing. When he asks you to help him with it and forgets to tell you not to touch those spots, the feeling of your gentle hands massaging them has him groaning.
-When you rush out apologies; asking if you hurt him, he just guides your hand to the bulge in his pants and answers “not quite.”
MAMMON
-Mammon is Mammon, so you could do as little as smiling at him and he’s already hard.
-But what really gets him going? his horns. Grab onto them even just lightly and he’s already a mess in your hands.
“hngh- ah! Shit, grip them harder.. .”
-His wings are also pretty sensitive, but only the edge and ridges of them. They get increasingly more sensitive the closer they get to his back, so rubbing where his wings first sprout is what has him twitching in pleasure.
-Has asked you to give him a back massage before just so he could feel your hands on that sensitive patch of skin where his wings start. You quickly caught on when you noticed him desperately humping the mattress under him.
LEVIATHAN
-Levi isn’t used to being touched, so his body is just sensitive in general.
-His horns are definitely sensitive, but less so than you’d think. This works out tho since his horns have branches, making it harder to get a good grip on them.
-In his demon form certain parts of his body have scales. They’re sensitive to the touch, but especially the ones on his neck. Press some kisses to those while you’re sucking hickeys into his skin and he’ll cum right in his boxers.
-Next; his tail. It has scales, but they’re smooth to the touch. His tail is so sensitive that if you so much as brush it while you’re walking by he has to stifle a moan.
-You don’t even need to touch his dick, just do the same ministrations you would on his tail instead and it feels just as good for him.
-Between you and him, he often fantasizes about you grinding against his tail to get off (๑>•̀๑).
SATAN
-Unfortunately his tail is way too sharp for your hands to touch, but he doesn’t mind. That isn’t his most sensitive spot anyway.
-Yet in a similar way to the others wings, the skin of his back where his tail starts has his eyes rolling back. Sparks of pleasure shoot up from his tail bone all the way up his spine when your hands touch there.
-Nothing makes him hornier than when you rub the tip of his horns tho!
-Like coming up behind him and touching them while he’s trying to read his book? In a blink of an eye he’s got you under him, teasing your most sensitive spots until you were shaking in pleasure.
“Poor thing, reverse the roles and all of a sudden you can’t handle it?”
ASMODEUS
-He’s asmo..where isn’t his erogenous zone (¬_¬")
-Okay but for real, of course his horns and wings are sensitive! He’s the avatar of lust, you would be surprised if touching any part of him didn’t elicit a response.
-It didn’t take you long to find out about this sensitivity—he wasn’t exactly discreet when he kept asking you to rub his wings for him, claiming they were tense and only you could help.
“Huh? that was a moan of pain, you know..cause they’re so sore!”
-If your hands aren’t gripping his horns during your make out sessions he will pull away and pout until you do.
BEELZEBUB
-Beel’s wings are too rough and delicate to receive any pleasure, so it all comes from his horns.
-Grip onto them like handlebars while you’re sitting on his face and he will immediately cum untouched. Does he stop? no. Does he tell you to stop touching them? also no. Guess you’re both going into overstimulation.
-While his actual wings aren’t an erogenous zone, the skin where they meet is.
-Since his wings sprout pretty high on his back, if you dig your nails into his back while he has you in missionary, his body will literally shake with the pleasure shooting through his veins.
BELPHEGOR
-You can’t exactly grip his horns because of the twirled shape of them, but rubbing the very start of them where they sprout from his head is what gets him going.
-He also likes when you pull the hair around his horns; the pain only adding to the pleasure.
-The soft and fluffy end of his tail can’t feel any sensations. The rest of it can, but that part is actually really prickly with tons of thorns. You learned that one the hard way.. “(ノ _ <,, )
-Sometimes while fucking you until you couldn’t form a single thought, you would grasp the soft strands of the end of his tail while he ruined you, earning a cruel chuckle.
“Playing with my tail? I guess it’s the only thing that fucked-out brain of yours can think to do.”
I probably used the word ‘sensitive’ at least 20 times in this but I couldn’t think of a better word..anyways take this because I have no ideas for smaus! sorry (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
[honk honk!]
translation: Piero (clowns)
what?! just a clown and his dog, nothing much to speak of! eheh...
(my MC Ana is the dog...the dog is she...)
(Beel alts under the cut. Warning, blood.)
PLEASE MAKE MORE STEPFORD NSFW I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD IM GONNA PASS OUT
wait!! i wrote this just for you so don’t pass out!!! nsfw warning obvi ,, anyways i hope you enjoy
“Ohh, you are soaked, aren’t you?”
Stepford cooed the words against your inner thigh, his plush lips brushing where they shouldn’t yet be, just to make you twitch. He was already kneeling, perfectly posed between your legs, hands stroking slowly up your thighs.
He wasn’t trying to make you come—not yet. He was just looking, admiring. Breathing you in like it was enough to get him off.
“Mmh… you’re always so sweet when I get you like this,” he murmured, eyes fluttering half-shut. “Warm, soft, just dripping for me…”
You sighed, hips shifting closer. “You gonna keep talking, or are you gonna—”
“Manners,” he scolded lightly, though his voice was thick with arousal. “If you want me to put my mouth where it belongs, you’ve gotta say please…”
He looked up at you through those fluttery lashes, lips just barely brushing your folds now. “Come on… say it. You know you like it when I beg.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Please, Stepford,” you breathed, curling your fingers in his hair. “…Be good and eat me out.”
That was all it took.
He groaned before his tongue was on you, slow and warm and deliberate, licking through your cunt with such focus it made your head fall back. One hand tangled in his gold locks, tugging slightly.
“Ohh, there,” he whimpered, rutting slightly into the bed like he was getting off on it. “That’s it, that’s the taste I missed…”
You whined as he moaned into you again, open-mouthed, noisy, messy. He wasn’t shy with it—he never was—tongue gliding in deep strokes, nose bumping against your clit as he mouthed and kissed and devoured.
You barely had to guide him. He knew your body too well. Every flick of his tongue had purpose, every whimper he let out only made you wetter. When he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, you cried out, and he smiled against you.
“So good,” he whispered, voice sticky with praise and slick with your arousal. “So perfect for me. You always taste so good when I make you melt like this…”
You whimpered as your thighs trembled around his head.
“You gonna come for me?” he cooed, barely pulling back. His lips were soaked, face slick with spit and your arousal. “Come on… Give it to me. Let me taste it, let me feel you come on my tongue—I’ll be so good—”
You came with a gasp, voice breaking, legs clamping around his head as your fingers yanked him closer. He moaned like he’d been waiting for that—like he had climaxed from it—and he didn’t stop. His tongue kept working you through it, slow, greedy, savoring you like a reward.
When you finally relaxed, breathless, thighs trembling, Stepford kissed the inside of your thigh, a proud little grin curling on his lips.
“There she is,” he purred. “You came so pretty for me… You always do.”
He stands at the back of the wedding venue in his finest suit, a strained smile masking the storm in his chest. He had prepared himself for this, told himself he wanted MC’s happiness above all—but the vows still cut deeper than any blade. After the ceremony, he leaves without saying a word. He’ll congratulate them later, in a carefully worded letter, when he’s alone in his study with wine in hand and a shattered heart in his chest.
Mammon
“No… No way… T-this ain’t real…”
He doesn’t attend the wedding. He can’t. Seeing MC in someone else’s arms, promising forever, would crush him. He holes himself up in his room, ignoring all calls. When he finally sees the photos on Devilgram, he breaks down—ugly sobs muffled by his pillow. “You were supposed to pick me, dammit…”
Leviathan
“Typical normies… Always going for the shiny, popular route.”
He tries to pretend he doesn’t care. He jokes about it online, calls it “MC DLC: Betrayal Edition,” but deep down, it burns. He replays your old gaming sessions in his head, wondering if you ever meant it when you said “I’d pick you in every route.” Now, it’s just another broken promise.
Satan
He smiles bitterly at the announcement and raises a glass alone. “I should have said it sooner.”
He’s furious—but not at you. At himself. At fate. At the world for letting him fall so deeply for someone who would never be his. His room becomes colder. His favorite books go unread. The copy of the one you gifted him gathers dust. He never lets anyone see how much it hurts.
Asmodeus
He cries—loudly and unashamedly. “They were supposed to be mine, you know! Mine!”
He crashes the bachelorette party, but only to see you one last time. He kisses your cheek, compliments your dress, and leaves before the tears fall. He posts something dramatic on Devilgram, but behind every glittery photo is a broken heart that no amount of beauty can fix.
Beelzebub
He’s quiet. He attends the wedding, stands off to the side, and watches you walk down the aisle with eyes full of silent grief. He eats almost nothing that day. Belphie has to drag him out before the reception ends. Later, he’ll sit in the HoL kitchen, staring at the meal he cooked for two, now eaten alone. “I hope they make you happy…”
Belphegor
He doesn’t come. He can’t even look at the invitation. When he finds out, he disappears for days. He sleeps endlessly, dreams haunted by the future that could’ve been—lazy afternoons tangled up with you, stargazing from the attic. When he wakes up, he’s numb. “Guess… I really did lose you.”
Diavolo
He smiles, regal and composed as always, even as his heart cracks. “Congratulations, MC. I mean that.”
He truly wants your happiness. But after he leaves the wedding, he stands at the edge of the castle gardens, staring into the Devildom sky. Barbatos quietly joins him. Neither of them says a word. “If only…” is all Diavolo whispers.
Barbatos
He knew. He always knows. But it doesn’t make it easier.
When you told him the news, he simply smiled and said, “I’m honored you shared this with me.”
In private, he breaks a teacup for the first time in centuries. Not because of rage—because it slipped from his hand while he was thinking of what could’ve been.
Solomon
He smiles at the ceremony, claps during the vows, and even offers a toast—but his eyes never quite meet yours. Behind the charm is a quiet ache.
He had all the time in the world, yet somehow, he was too late. You were never his to keep.
And that truth burns more than any magic ever could.
Simeon
He smiles through the pain. “If it’s love you’ve found… then I’ll rejoice for you.”
But when no one is looking, he returns to the Celestial Realm and finds a quiet place to pray. He asks the Celestial Realm to protect you, even if your heart now belongs to another. His smile falters only once—when he sees you kiss someone else the way he had always dreamed you would kiss him.
Raphael
He says nothing. He doesn’t offer congratulations. He just… walks away.
He buries himself in his duties, training harder than ever before. When someone asks about you, he changes the subject. The hurt lingers in his eyes, but no one dares bring it up. He’ll never admit it, but the name of your spouse is etched in his mind like a curse.
Mephistopheles
“Tch. Figures. They always did have terrible taste.”
He acts like he doesn’t care, but Diavolo catches him crumpling the wedding announcement in his office. When the wedding photos make the papers, he refuses to print them. And the next time someone mentions you around him? He scoffs, but looks away, hiding the tremble in his fingers.
cw: no timothy just timmy, spanking, nsfw, mdni, gn reader
you working remotely was something timmy was eternally grateful for. what was better than having you all to himself! he didn't think, however, that there would still be things taking your attention away from him.
he followed you around all day around the house, trying to get your fullest attention. how could you possibly resist your cutest kitty? it proved to be harder than he thought, seeing you talk with people who weren't him.
you were sitting on the living room bay window, timmy's head in your lap as he basked in the sun. your attention then got stolen by curt & rod, who timmy then glared at as you stood and walked over to the couch to talk to them. he watched as you talked to the pair, his tail curled in on itself in distaste. "how dare master not pay attention to timmy," he grumbled, planning to scratch and tear at the curtains as soon as you were out of view.
which he did. as soon as you had went upstairs to grab something from your bedroom, he quickly pounced and left his claw marks in the bottom of the curtains, taking the tatters and dashing away to hide from the scene of his crime. and you certainly noticed. "timmy!" you groaned, to no one in particular, making him snicker and giggle from his hiding spot.
a little later during the day, after ignoring (and totally not hiding from) you to play with his curtain scraps, timmy decided to be kind and grace you with his presence once more. 'that's enough to teach master a lesson!' he concluded. he carried the frayed scraps in his mouth to present you with his kill, a peace offering for.. you not paying attention to him?
he then found you in the downstairs bathroom, talking to.. jean-loo?! he watched from behind you as you spoke with the frenchman, listening intently to his new music. 'if timmy can call it that..' he let out a muffled hiss before spitting the scraps he brought for you, bolting upstairs to the other bathroom. now all riled up and mad, timmy decided it'd be a wonderous idea to make another mess. throwing around all the rolls of toilet paper, shreds flying around the bathroom and putting more than enough into the upstairs toilet as a real i hate you to jean-loo.
you heard a faint noise from behind you, making you turn, only to see the shreds from your curtains on the floor and a black figure dash upstairs. 'timmy..' you sighed, only to get snapped out of your thoughts by a groan from jean-loo. "mon dieu.. i don't.. feel so good," he clutched his stomach. he was clogged. and you think you knew the culprit.
you rushed upstairs to the other bathroom, only to find a complete mess and the toilet indeed clogged with toilet paper. what you couldn't find, however, was timmy. "timmy, you are in so much trouble!" you called out, eye twitching as you begun to clean up his mess. 'what is his problem..'
he was hiding in the gym closet, rolling around a pingpong ball he found from dunk. he felt extremely accomplished with himself, confident that you had learned your lesson. "that'll teach master to ignore timmy."
dinnertime finally rolled around. timmy's favorite! you always tried to get him the best seafood and supplements to keep him healthy and happy. sure, you spoiled him, but you thought he deserved it! until moments like right now. "timmy, dinner!" he happily went back downstairs, to see you expectedly waiting with your arms crossed. he proudly flicks his tail around your legs, waiting for his meal. "timmy expects master learned their lesson-" he paused as you set his plate down in front of him on the table, his eyes widening at the sight.
what was supposed to be a feast of fresh cooked salmon and shrimp was.. crackers and canned tuna?! he gaped at you in utter disbelief. "w-what is THIS?! no no no no NO!" he hissed, swatting the plate away from him. "this is NOT timmy's food!" you scoffed and quickly grabbed the plate before he broke it completely, "it is when you're being a brat, timmy." your eyes narrow at him, but he refuses to back down. "it- it's all master's fault!" he hissed, tail flicking around. "master ignored timmy all day!"
your eye twitched as you listen to his reasoning. you grabbed his collar to make you look at him. "and that gives you the right to act out?" you lowly asked him, making his front falter. a whimper fell out of the back of his throat, but he doubled down with a nod. "that gives you the right to tear up my curtains and make a mess of my bathroom?" you question, his resolve crumbling. timmy's lip wobbled as he shook his head, his pointy ears flattening. he didn't wanna get lectured.. just your attention, was all!
you let him go before setting his plate down in front of him again. "you are going to eat your dinner, and you are going straight upstairs. do i make myself clear?" you crossed your arms once more, his glassy eyes looking widely at you. he knew he was getting punished. he gently butt his head against your stomach, a feeble attempt at a 'sorry'. you sighed and gave a gentle scratch to his head, making him nod at your request.
he watched as you left him with his meal, turning to glare at his lowly meal. "still master's fault.." he grumbled as he began to eat, earning an 'i heard that!' coming from upstairs.
after slowly eating, trying to take his time, timmy knew he had to face you at some point. begrudgingly pawing upstairs into the bedroom, he found his spot on the bed as he watched you finish your night routine in the bathroom. he curled in a ball at the foot of your bed, round eyes following your figure as you made your way back over to him.
standing over him, his ears slightly flattened and his tail started flicking in anticipation. carding your fingers through his hair, he relaxed and leaned into your hand. "you know you're in trouble, right, timmy?" you asked, earning a quiet huff from him. "but master started it! timmy tried to get master's attention all day! b-but master talked to everyone else instead!" he whined, nuzzling further into your hand. "is timmy not cute enough for master anymore?"
you couldn't help but lightly chuckle at his reasoning, shaking your head as you scratched under his chin. he keened at the attention, relishing in it while he could. "of course you're still my cutest kitty." he nodded with a proud little smile, and a quiet 'yes, timmy is.' you lean forward to bump your forehead against his, just how he does to you. "but you're still in trouble. you've been nothing but a spoiled brat all day, and you know better, timmy.
"you know the rules. clothes off." he sighs and lays his head on the bed in defeat. he rolled over onto his back, peering up at you with his wide kitty eyes as a hail mary. "will master help timmy?" you gave him a deadpan stare, and he knew that was a firm no.
with a gentle huff, timmy pawed at and stripped off his clothes until he was left in his plain white boxer briefs and red bell collar. to your surprise he was already starting to get hard. you moved to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving enough room for timmy to slide in across your lap. "come here, tim." he knew to oblige, his hardening length sinfully pressing into your leg. "you know how this goes, kitty. you're gonna count out your spankings, say what you did wrong, and apologize. under no circumstances are you to cum, not if master doesn't say so." he nodded along, having gotten into many shenanigans under your care. he knew the routine well. "and what do you say if it's too much?" you quizzed, giving a gentle stroke to his head to ease any worries. "t-timmy says 'hourglass', master."
you couldn't help but smile fondly at the naughty kitty in your lap. sure, he was certainly a handful, and maybe you were to blame for spoiling him, but you certainly wouldn't trade anything for your timmy. giving a gentle scratch behind his ears, you continued, "very good, timtim. and what else?" "master is punishing timmy b-because master wants the best for timmy. a-and master still loves timmy very much." you smiled as he recited what you always told him. "i do love you very much, kitty. master thinks fifteen should suffice. are you ready?" you asked, left hand twirling his tail around your fingers making him whine.
with one final nod from timmy, you softly rubbed his covered ass before sliding his underwear down just enough to expose him. you rubbed once more over the bare skin, before striking your palm down with a firm SLAP! timmy cried out with a pained moan, always seeming to enjoy his punishments a little too much. "o-one! timmy was a bad kitty! t-timmy's sorry, master!" you rubbed the skin to soothe him, before striking again. "two!" he yelped, cock twitching against your leg. "t-timmy ruined master's things! tim-timmy's so so sorry!"
it repeated until you reached his last one. SMACK! "f-fifteen," he whimpered out. "t-tim-" he cut himself off with a sob escaping his throat. "last one. deep breaths, tim," you gently remind him. by the last spanking, he was a crying moaning mess. tears ran down his pretty face, but the pain was oh so delicious. he was fully hard and leaking precum, if you did any more than fifteen he surely would've cum in his underwear. he caught his breath as he felt you soothe his bottom with your hand, "t-timmy was a-a spoiled brat," he managed to finish his sentence, "t-timmy's s-sorry, master.. don't- don't be m-mad at timmy anym-more."
having finished with his alloted punishment, you were quick to fix his bottoms and move him off your lap, instead moving to your spot on the bed and beckoning him over. he quickly obliged with his teary face, curling around you for comfort. "did such a good job, tim. my good little kitty, aren't you," you praised, scratching his head in all the places he loved. he basked in your affection, nuzzling his head against your body. "and i'm not mad at you, sweet boy." his ears perked at that. "but you certainly know better than to act that way."
he nodded into your body, completely melting into you. "timmy knows better. timmy won't do it again, master."
Thank you sm, it always means a lot to hear that!! I’ve been on and off working on these bc i finished Timmy’s route!:)
Timmy/Timothy Timepiece NSFW hcs!
warnings; nsfw/18+, submissive leaning switch! character, edging, spanking, tail pulling as a kink? slight masochism, brat taming, heats, slight somnophilia, afab! reader
Timmy will forever be… Complicated to deal with. he’s a brat by complete nature, and he loves to push boundaries just enough to get you steam before pulling back with a whine and a pout.
He gets jealous VERY easily, Timmy’s an affectionate and demanding kitty and finds he doesn’t much care for watching you laugh at the neighbors with curt and rod, or worse.. Pet the other cursed cat. Timmy won’t be happy whatsoever and this can lead to a few different scenarios.
If you find that he’s acting like too much of a brat to deserve the royal treatment, as he claims every so often that he “deserves”- Spanking and overstimulating his poor cock is the quickest way to get him to cry and melt into a puddle.
After a spanking for swatting at Curt and Rods’ fabric- About 20, 10 for each of their torn duds, pepper Timmy with kisses while reach under his. His cock definitely isn’t the biggest of the house, but it’s cute and matches him perfectly. Timmy’ll purr, thinking he’s gotten away with not actually learning his lesson - And you’ll let believe that, up until you make him shoot ropes. He’ll try to push your hand away to no avail, “Ah- Nya! T- Timmy’s senstive, master!”
It’s after the 3rd orgasm that he’ll actually break down in tears- Not the crocodile tears he uses to try to con his way out of punishments, but when he realizes your hand is still moving? Timmy lets out the waterworks. His face is flushed, hair messy, his ears and tail twitching erratically while apologies fall from his spit-covered lips- stuff you hadn’t even known about!
Another ending is him pawing at your clothes, sharp teeth grazing at your neck as he covers you in his scent. He’ll rut his aching cock against your thighs- or if you let him- into your dripping hole. He’ll be all red, mumbling into your skin possessively while his claws are sinking into your hips. He goes a bit nonverbal while feeling like this, resorting to more animalistic noises - But it’s easy to tell how he’s feeling by way his pupils shrink or his content purr while seeing you covered in too many marks to reasonably hide.
(It’d be cute, if not for the fact your body feels so, so sore)
He breaks really, really quick if you play with his ass- Bonus points if you use his own tail to make him take even more of you in. He’ll be really intimidated if you bring up using a strap, especially if it’s larger, but he’s just so cute when clawing at the comforter, unable to comprehend if he wants to try to escape the pressure pressing deep inside of him, or if he wants to rock back and take more of it - King of “Nya, i- it’s not gonna fit, master!” and then taking it anyways.
Timothy, unlike his Timmy counterpart, is more dominant leaning. Of course, he’s big on schedules so orgasm control is big for him - He’ll only let you cum when the clock dictates you can! If you happen to miss that time window? Better luck next time, he’s got no qualms for edging you.
Although, if you ever do that to him, he’ll be sniffling and quietly resigned - He may try to negotiate for “just one more chance” but he’ll quickly give up when you bring up the ever-important schedule.
His heats are horrid to deal with, for the both of you! Well, Timmy enjoys himself, but Timothy dislikes not having control over his body. They get needier, Timmy needs to be touching you at all times or he’ll yowl and cry loudly. He’ll rut against your thighs while you’re half asleep, whining about needing his Master. He’ll also take your clothes to either wear or just lay on- It doesn’t matter to him, he just needs to be surrounded by you.
Timothy tries to have more self control, but honestly? He’s just as bad, just quieter about it. He’ll ask permission to take your clothes (If he can’t be in control, he at least wants control over who can control him- yk?), wrapping his arms around your waist while he sinks his cock into you- Not even thrusting, just rutting, hips pressed flush against your own at all times while he sweats and presses his face in your tits.
His head in both forms are… A bit lackluster. It’s not bad, his tongue is rough (which can be good or bad, depending on who you are) but tends to kitten lick - at least for Timmy. Timothy is more refined about finding out where makes you feel best. Timmy would rather jump in, nuzzling and purring while lapping up the slick with such eagerness - It’d be cute if he also didn’t have a habit of kneading your thighs with his claws.
He’s the easiest to give a blowjob to! His cock is cute, the perfect girth but on the smaller side when compared to the rest of the objects, but curved in a way that hits just the right spot. He- No matter if it’s Timmy or Timothy- will grip your hair, trying so hard to be good and not just hump away at your warm mouth. His thighs’ll twitch, and you’ll be able to hear a lot of purring if you hold onto his frantic tail.
TW: Hypersexuality, Overstimulation, Riding, Crying during sex, Mateo doesn't know how to help, SUPER SHORT.
A/N: Sorry this is so short!! I was really at a lost for words today. I researched as much as i could about hypersexuality, so hopefully I portrayed it as best as I can. Thanks for requesting! ❤︎ ya!
This was your fourth round.
Mateo played under you, helpless and overstimulated. He clutched at the sheets beneath him like a life line.
His still hard cock scrapped against your walls with every thrust, tip beating against your cervix and further edging him.
You, on the other hand, barely broke a sweat. Your hips never stuttered, bouncing on his still hard cock like there was no tomorrow.
Tears streamed down your cheeks like rivers. You’re overstimulated as well, but you seem to like the painful feel of it. You like the sting it brings your body.
Your legs never tired either. They continued in their movement as if you’re running a marathon. Your hands gripped the bed’s head bored tightly, like if you let go, everything will disappear.
Sex was like an on and off addiction to you. Sometimes, like right now, you’d fuck for hours without stopping. Without a break.
And other times you’d be repulsed at the slightest mention of it, not having sex for weeks. Hell, not even letting him touch you during those episodes.
Honestly, Mateo didn’t know what to do. Should he ask you about it? Or maybe suggest some sort of therapy? How should’ve he help? How could he help?
He was undecided. But the one thing he did know, was that he’ll support you no matter what you decide to do.
Even if it means he’s getting ridden for hours on end, and than blue-balled next week.
Well I know more about myself now at least. What I've learnt is that I will pay real world money for you to write that catboy, computer or light getting fucking railed by a muscular/strong woman but sadly I don't know how to do that so instead I get on my knees and beg (politely) that you could write my humble request
AS LONG as it’s humble.. and catboys!! /j
Timmy In Heat w/ Strong Homeowner
warnings; nsfw/18+, femdom, TIMMY IN HEAT, my unhealthy obsession with cat femboys, slight dacryphilia?, strapon, degradation, praise
Timmy lets our an almost inhuman squeal from on top of you, sweating profusely despite being undressed. His cute ears are twitching, eyes glazed over as he bounces clumsily on the fat, lubed-up dildo attached to your harness. “Nya- mm, ngh!”
You grin up at Timmy’s cockdrunk face, sliding one of your hands from his trembling thighs to behind him, wrapping his tail around your palm and giving it a tug. “Such a pervert, aren’t you? You know this isn’t even a real cock, but you’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” You tug the furry tail again, feeling accomplished when Timmy cries out. “Ma- Master is being mean to Timmy, nya!”
You snicker, bucking your hips, forcing the strap to glide deeper inside his stretched hole, “‘Mean’? I think I’m being nicer than what you deserve, kitty. How am I supposed to react when I come in my room and see you drooling and fingering yourself-“ The hand that was previously left on his thigh slides to grip his ass, bouncing him harder on your cock, “- Sadly, might I add. You couldn’t make yourself cum if you gave it your all, could you?” Timmy makes a noise kin to a sob, “No! Tim- Timmy couldn’t!”
You’d came home from work, already irritated from being made to stay almost 4 hours after you were supposed to be let go. You’d already known about Timmy’s impending heat (hell for him, but absolute heaven for you), but when you’d actually came home; Timmy was nearly swaddled in your bed, purring and crying loudly as one hand of his was stroking his twitching cock, the other behind him, pumping three whole fingers in and out sloppily. Your room was a mess, clothes strewn about, and lube sticking to your sheets - Just another reason to be mad, but later. No use in being mad when the only thing he can understand it needing to be full.
“Please, master, please, please-“ Timmy continues babbling, drool falling from his lip, bitten and kiss-swollen. He only manages to stop when you grab where the fats of his ass meet his thighs, stopping him from riding the fake cock anymore, crying out loudly, “Nonono- no, master!”
“Shush, I promise you’re not being deprived of cock.” You mutter sarcastically, biting back a mean laugh as you manhandle his smaller body off the strap. You switch positions, putting him on his back before pushing both his legs together and hooking them over your shoulder, using your spare hand to grab the wet, sloppy dildo and pushing it against his stretched rim.
This time, you can’t help but laugh at his pleading whimpers - The twitching ears, the glassy eyes, the flushed, utterly pathetic and animalistic need written all over him. “You just need some cock in your ass, don’t you? Is it really your heat making you like this, or are you naturally this much of a slut?” Timmy hiccups loudly, “Please, Master, I can’t…”
With that, you push the full thickness of the hot pink dick inside, causing a strangled sound to escape him. Timmy cries out as you start a brutal pace, deep but quick thrusts, bullying his poor prostate until he’s a boneless mess, melting into the mattress. You can feel a layer of sweat gathering over your skin, biting the inside of your cheek as you focus intensely on his fucked-out face.
“That’s right,” You purr, rolling your hips and making, “I want you to cream all over. You’re gonna do it, aren’t you, kitty?” Timmy’s ears twitch, whimpering soft as he nods. You were looking for a verbal response, but the poor thing already looks like he’s about to sob, so you decide to have some semblance of mercy. You use on arm to keep his legs up and over your shoulder before spitting in your free hand, pumping his sensitive cock harshly. “Good boy- Such a perfect boy, now fucking cum.”
You can’t feel how hard his walls clench around the fake cock, but seeing him arch his back and cry so loudly as he paints his stomach white makes you groan all the same, rutting into him like an animal. Fitting, for the situation. Timmy blubbers as his legs tense, trying to push you away instinctively, his hands trying to grab the hand stroking his softened cock. You smack his hands away before continuing with an almost evil glint in your eyes, “Come on, you got a few more you can give me, right? I know you can..”
Timmy hiccups, still twitching as sparks of pleasure turn almost unbearable, “Ma- masterrr..!”
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