Hello!! Can you do headcannons or a one shot with small dick diluc who is getting fucked in front of a mirror by his s/o who keeps teasing him saying “this is what a real cock feels like” as they keep bouncing him on their cock?
A head full of long red hair falls back against your shoulder as you drive your length into Diluc over and over. The full length mirror in front of you shows the salacious image of Diluc on his knees, you the same, your cock in his ass. It's big enough to show a bulge in his toned stomach with every thrust. His own tiny cock bobs along with your motions as you push up into him.
"See that, Di?" You growl. Your fingers are gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. "This is what a real cock feels like."
A sharp sob tears it's way out of Dilucs's throat. Red to rival his hair races across his cheeks as tears roll down his skin. He feels so full.
"You could never make anyone feel this with your pitiful little dick," You reach down and take his cock in three fingers, not needing to use any more to stroke him, "Hm? Isn't that right?"
"Y-yes! I'm so-oh-orry!" He cries, ass pressing against your hips.
"Needy little slut, can't get off any other way than getting fucked, hm?" You stroke him faster, hardly needing to move your hand to do it, "Can't get anybody to let you use this tiny thing."
"I'm gonna cum," He squeaks, eyes squeezing shut and brow knitting. You've stopped moving him to fuck him on your cock, he's taken to throwing himself back onto you, plunging your cock into himself.
"Look at yourself." The hand not on his dick grabs his face and forces him to look at the mirror. "You wanna get off? You wanna get filled up with my cum?"
"Please!" He yelps. "C-Cumming!"
His pale thighs tremble as his little cock twitches, giving pitiful little spurts of cum against your fingers. You lean down and bite down on his shoulder, leaving a nice mark as you cum inside him.
The second you're done, he's still trembling in his aftershocks as you roughly pull him off your length and shove him down onto the bed. He hiccups and trembles, face a mess of tears and drool, his skin coated with sweat.
He feels disgusting and taken care of, and he'd never have it any other way.
Omg dollification and hypno with Malleus I bet he’d love it. Cause just imagine such a powerful magic user, prince of the fae, grandson of Maleficent, all under your control.
A magicless human making his brain all empty. Clearing out any doubts or worries he may have just so he can only think about being your pretty little doll. He doesn’t have to control anything, he just needs to sit back and let you do his hair and makeup, maybe dress him up a little. He just needs to sit there looking pretty and be a good, empty-headed, boy for you. <3
OH YES YES YES TO ADDING HYPNO TO DOLLIFICATION 👁️👁️
I imagine he has trouble getting into his headspace one day and you offer hypnotizing him to get him there. I suspect he'd doubt your ability to get him under a trance, but to his (and your) surprise it works!
But not only does it simply work, it works so well- so much better than just being in sub space- that he gets hooked. He feels empty headed, and completely under your control and possession, just like a doll. Malleus looks more doll-like with the hypno too, his eyes are glassy and clouded from it, staring right ahead. He can sit for hours without getting the least bit restless under your hypnosis, because you can just command him not to feel uncomfortable.
Plus, if he's feeling more like a rag doll, the lack of control over his own body would compliment that desire so well! And when he gets out of the hypnosis he feels so calm and collected and relaxed. Such a fun mix up!!
while im rolling around ideas in my head for a belphie fic... why not some fun nsft headcanons >:)c
mainly sub!belphie stuff
also 18+ only obvi
he's got a small dick, he's not ashamed of it or anything so he doesn't really get turned on at all by sdh, just kinda frustrated, he Will blush and turn away if you call it cute tho
however!! he's got some hefty balls on him!! he cums a bunch too so it's kinda a pain to clean up
he's soooo fucking sensitive, it's like it's his first time being touched Every Time and he doesn't last very long (one pump chump belphie era)
you tweak his nipple? nut
you rub around his prostate? nut
you even Breathe on his dick? NUT (that one is an exaggeration but yknow)
on the plus side!! he's into being overstimulated A Lot so feel free to restrain him a lil and milk a few orgasms out of him, he's so cute all fucked out you won't regret it
he's really into butt stuff, like oh my god do whatever you want with his ass and he'll love it, TORTURE this guy's sweet spot with a vibrator
he's also a biiiit of a masochist (and a brat so he gets his fill =w=) spanking him, either with your hands or something else like a riding crop or ruler, he'll love that, and hopefully you love the look of his soft and round, plush ass being all red and covered in marks
he does enjoy being softly taken care of though!! such a pillow prince, but he's been such a good boy, don't you think he deserves to be spoiled a lil?
So this is going to be basically where each of the characters came from. Some of them are more set in place than others but this is the idea so far.
Thinking about writing when the Dollmaker first encounters them/them coming to life. Or maybe I should write about how the dolls would behave.. oh the possibilities.
You ever see those knock off figurines or toys of a character like Pokemon? Where the color is slightly off or maybe the eyes? In this au Floyd and Jade are a knock off of a popular doll. They can be told apart because the original has golden eyes and one black stripe in the middle. While whoever created the twins tried to copy that, it isn't the correct design.
So this is going to be basically where each of the characters came from. Some of them are more set in place than others but this is the idea so far.
Thinking about writing when the Dollmaker first encounters them/them coming to life. Or maybe I should write about how the dolls would behave.. oh the possibilities.
You ever see those knock off figurines or toys of a character like Pokemon? Where the color is slightly off or maybe the eyes? In this au Floyd and Jade are a knock off of a popular doll. They can be told apart because the original has golden eyes and one black stripe in the middle. While whoever created the twins tried to copy that, it isn't the correct design.
So this is going to be basically where each of the characters came from. Some of them are more set in place than others but this is the idea so far.
Thinking about writing when the Dollmaker first encounters them/them coming to life. Or maybe I should write about how the dolls would behave.. oh the possibilities.
Creators are humans with the unique ability to breath life into inanimate objects. Though the object has to have a certain ‘spark’ to be able to do so. What is this spark? Scientist are still trying to understand that however it is different for each person. However this is the tale of the Dollmaker.
Each twisted character is now a small ball joint doll. Some pricey limited collectibles (like Vil, Malleus, and Leona), others more mass produced (like Deuce, Jack, Silver), even antiques that have been with a family for so many years (Epel, Lillia, Riddle) or some rescued from a garage sale or donation store (Cater, Ruggie, Jamil). The dollmaker even has a few custom pieces (Ortho, Kalim) that they were able to bring to life.
Because of their many dolls, the dollmaker has various houses and other objects for them. Custom made beds, furniture, objects, whatever the dollmaker feels up to make. Though some of the dolls have had to been repaired (because of altercations or previous abuse) the dollmaker makes sure they are all in keep. Of course the dollmaker doesn’t have to be nice, these are dolls after all. Easy to be picked up and shatter but they wouldn’t do that... right?
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Anyways that’s the basis for it. I know some people would like to be nice to them while others would like to make tiny cracks appear all over their body. But hey the Dollmaker can act however you think they could. Would you have a favorite doll? Or treat them carefully and with care? Or will there be a few ‘accidents’.
He is a luxury pet to be sure. An expensive pure breed demon that was practically born to just be a pretty thing. Despite this he is very affectionate with his owner and craves attention almost constantly. Due to his status of being a luxury pet, he doesn’t know how to do most things by himself. If you wish for him to be able to cook, or do manual labor you’ll have to teach him yourself. (Warning though he is strong we do not recommend him doing any hard work in case of damages to himself. After all you paid so much for his looks why ruin it?)
Like mentioned before he loves basking in his owner’s attention and gets entertained pretty easily. He’s good at socializing as well. Diavolo will get along with just about any other pet you have and he does get lonely if you leave him alone for too long. Though he is used to more high end things, he isn’t really picky. He’ll happily eat most of the things you give him. (Except pickles... and some vegetables.)
He isn’t picky about clothing or collars. We do recommend making sure he has a tracking collar or chipped. Because of how expensive his breed is, people may attempt to steal him. (Though Diavolo can easily fight for himself we just want to make sure he stays safe). He is also one of the few pets that actually enjoys getting toys.
Barbatos
He is the perfect companion pet and because of this, he is rather pricey as well. Extremely well trained and knowledgeable in almost every field. However because of his calm demeanor some people may think that he does not care about his owner. That is an obvious lie. Once bonded, Barbatos is the most loyal pet an owner can have. He will do anything in his power to take care of his owner. Though because of this attitude he has trouble relaxing or doing nothing. If you wish to have him relax we recommend finding a hobby for him.
While he is good with most pets, DO NOT we repeat DO NOT house him with any rodents. He does not do well with them and the situation can end up with either the rodent dead or him running away. Besides that he can easily keep with with high energetic pets (like Diavolo or Mammon) or even more lower ones (like Levi or Belphie). Though he’s willing to do almost anything for his owner, he makes sure other pets don’t skip out on their chores and do actual work.
Classy clothes are what he enjoys. Button ups, slacks, ties, things like that. Though he has trouble saying no to if you give him something different. (Just know that it may stay in the back of his closet for all eternity.) He is completely fine being off leashed and rarely causes trouble.
Simeon
A very well behaved and proper pet. He will happily obey most orders that his owners will give him though he will not betray his own morals. He can do practically any chore by himself but he is hopeless with technology. So don’t expect him to be able to handle a computer or even a smart phone by himself. You will have to teach him about how to use each object. (It may take multiple attempts)
Simeon is also a pet that does perfectly fine by himself. As long as he as a nice book to read, or a laptop to write on he’ll be fine. He does have an interest in writing, if his owner tries to stop him it will cause him great distress so we recommend not to. He is a nice calm to balance with other pets, though he will not let others push him around. He is also a very good caretaker if you have children or younger pets. Though he does get attached easily. He is also one of the rare angels that don’t mind sharing a house with demons.
Another that isn’t too picky with clothing or collar. He prefers something simple but won’t say no if you want to spoil him. He never causes fights (only ends them). A very good natured and happy pet trying to find his forever home!
Solomon
He is one of the few, non angel or demon pets for sale. He needs a strong and experienced owner that can deal with a mischievous troublemaker. Though he is capable of doing some chores, physically he is not the strongest. However he is better suited for more delicate work like potion crafting. He is incredible intelligent however he does become bored rather easily. Make sure he has plenty of puzzles and toys that can keep him entertained.
DO NOT, we repeat, DO NOT allow him in the kitchen at all. The food this pet can create can be dangerous for anything other than him. Do not eat whatever food he creates as it can be dangerous for your health. Make sure that he does not try to feed any other pets. Even if he means no harm it can cause a trip to the hospital. Because of his.. iron clad stomach he can handle practically any sort of food.
It has been noted that he may try to steal an owner’s clothes to wear for himself. While this is a bad habit, training him out of it would be rather difficult as well because of his intelligence. Notice, training may take up a lot of time and effort. We recommend keeping him on a leash while going outside. While he is polite to pets he does have a disappearing habit if you take your eyes off of him.
Warnings: amab gn alpha (soft) dom top reader, sub bottom omega Simeon, piss, omegaverse, omegas have both a penis and vagina, dacryphilia, breeding kink, feminization
Simeon is a wonderful Omega. He’s everything an Alpha could ask for and then some. You’d go so far as to say perfect, after all he’s literally heaven-sent.
You know he thinks the same of you, considering he asked you to spend his heat with him. (Well you’re 99% sure that’s what he said, it's a bit hard to tell when his texts are completely riddled with spelling errors and nonsense.) Spending heats and ruts together are big steps for couples, and you feel incredibly proud of the fact that he trusts you and loves you enough to ask.
Though you’re proud, you stand at the entrance of Purgatory Hall awkwardly. With a deep breath you calm your nerves- because of course you’re nervous, this will be your first time seeing him like this- and push open the doors.
Simeon’s scent hits you as soon as you enter. Like a moth to a flame you follow it blindly until you reach his room. He knows you’re coming, but that doesn’t stop you from knocking.
“Come in,” he calls out breathlessly, and you don’t have to be told twice.
You open and lock the door behind you, even though everyone else is out of the house until his heat is over. The scent here is overwhelming to say the least, but not in a bad way. You take a deep inhale as your eyes find Simeon.
He’s laying on the bed, wound up in the sheets, sweating bullets, with his hand between his legs- no doubt trying to relieve the pain that comes with not being filled. Simeon looks at you with his gorgeous blue eyes like you’re the one who came from heaven, taking heavy panting breaths as your scent begins to flood the room.
“Alpha,” he whines, shuffling around the sheets so he can spread his legs for you, showing off his small, hard cock, and his gaping, completely drenched hole. You get the message loud and clear, making your way to him in quick strides, dropping your bag then crawling over him.
Your instincts are screaming at you to fuck him, to get your knot in him, and breed, but you love him and want to treat him right so you lean in for a sweet kiss. Simeon doesn’t let it stay sweet for long, but at least you tried.
“Alpha,” he pants against your lips, grabbing one of your hands with his wet and sticky ones and shoving it down to his pussy, “please,” he whines, gushing slick onto your fingers. You bite back a growl, pulling away enough that you can strip yourself of your clothes.
You place your clothes around Simeon’s head like a halo, so he’s surrounded by your scent. He lets out a pleased little noise, pressing his face into your shirt, taking heavy breaths and purring.
When he hears your zipper come undone Simeon pulls his head away from your shirt to watch you remove your pants and underwear. It’s not a surprise that you’re hard already, and he moans at the size of you, his hips jerking subconsciously as more slick comes from him to prepare for your impressive length.
You waste no time from there, quickly settling between his legs and rubbing your head against his hole. Cautiously you pause before pressing into him, looking for permission.
“Give me your knot, alpha please, please,” his begging is sweeter than his scent, and on a regular night you may have teased him to hear more of it, but he’s already so terribly worked up. Taking pity on how desperate he is, you push your hips forward with a groan, pressing your cock fully into his hot, wet, gooey, perfect omega pussy with one thrust.
Simeon wails and then a few things happen: first he begins to cry- this isn’t too alarming considering he tends to do it a lot during sex, but what’s surprising is what happens second. He starts to piss.
It sprays from his tiny cock, quickly covering the expanse of his stomach and chest. Your jaw drops as you watch him. You know what’s happening despite the fact that you’ve never seen it in person before. Every once in a while you see it in porn, but it’s so rare considering how primal it is. He’s so overwhelmed by his heat that his body is trying to submit in every way it can.
Your alpha instincts are going haywire at the display, and you nearly bust your knot then and there. Just barely, you hold back, instead focusing on the man beneath you. He’s obviously overcome by all the sensations and feelings he’s experiencing, so tenderly you take his hand in yours, kissing his neck all over, letting out a heavy but calming scent. Simeon whines as the stream tapers off, trying his best to rock his hips against yours. You take the cue, beginning to fuck him in earnest.
“Sorry,” he hiccups between sobs. You coo,
“Don’t be, mate,” Simeon keens at the title, clenching around you, “such a good omega for me, hah, you’re making me feel so good, making me so pleased,” you praise, picking up the pace of your thrusts. His piss spills over along his body with each thrust, soaking into the already slick-drenched sheets.
“Good omega,” he repeats, half delirious.
“Yeah, yes Simeon, gonna give you my pups,” you promise as you reposition your hips, trying to find his prostate, “you’ll be such a good mama, such a- fuck, a good mate, good wife,” his hand- still holding yours, squeezes hard and that’s all the warning you get before Simeon cums. His legs tremble around you as he hiccups something between a sob and a moan, copious amounts of slick spill around your cock, while his cock shoots cum along his stomach and chest.
You keep fucking him, trying to get him to orgasm as many times as he can before you knot him; it’ll keep him sedated longer when you’re waiting for your knot to deflate.
Simeon clings to you as you pound into him, loud squelching sounds echo throughout the room with each thrust. He’s so wet and messy and sticky, you’re already thinking about how rewarding a bath will feel after this wave of heat passes.
“Breed me- ah, alpha,” Simeon begs, sounding completely wrecked. “Give me your pups-hah please, make me pregnant, make me a mama- ah, make me your wife, fill me up, please- oh,” you cut off his rambling when you wrap your hand around his cock, engulfing it completely with your hand. With a few strokes he’s cumming again, arching his back and crying out your name. You catch his cum in your hand this time.
Like last time you keep fucking him, though you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to hold out, as you can feel yourself nearing the edge of a building orgasm. Simeon’s pussy twitches and flutters around you, and you can tell he’s positively aching for a knot, yearning for you to pump him full of your pups. You continue to stroke him off, faster now with the help of his cum that you’ve taken to use as a lube.
He pisses again as you’re jerking him off, once again barely aware of the fact that it’s happening. And again your instincts go haywire, yet this time you don’t ignore them. With a soft growl you bend down to bite a claiming mark into your sweet angel's neck, pushing your cock as far into him as you can, cumming deep inside him.
Simeon babbles happily, locking his legs around you to keep you where you are. He cums for a third time as your knot inflates, stretching him and plugging your cum within his cunt.
When you regain control of yourself you lick and kiss at the bite mark, purring alongside Simeon who’s completely beside himself.
“Oh thank you,” he moans, sounding far less hysterical now that he has your knot in him. He pushes your cheek up and away from his neck so he can now reciprocate the sweet kiss you’d initiated earlier. “I love you so much,” he confesses with a smile. You return the smile tenfold,
“Love you too,” you reply with no hesitation. You kiss again, but Simeon pulls away after a moment, looking a bit displeased.
“What I don’t love,” Simeon begins, his tone laced in disgust, “is laying in my cold pee and slick,” he pouts cutely. You laugh, brushing his hair from his face,
“Once my knot deflates, I’m going to fuck you in the bathtub,” Simeon moans softly, “so you can piss as much as you want, and not have to worry about it.” He huffs a laugh
“Oh my, what a good, providing alpha I have,” he jokes lightly, but it makes you purr all the same.
“And what a perfect, sweet omega I have,” you respond, nipping his neck lightly to hear him laugh.
Simeon is a perfect angelic omega, and you feel blessed to be his alpha.
Oh wow! :O is it possible for you to do android mammon and love? Maybe something like reader teaching him abt his body or whatever works, just something sweet and fluffy ! Thank you <3
GN!Reader x Android!Mammon
Prompt: Teaching him about love
Warnings: None just some fluff
Love was something Mammon didn’t quite understand. He could search the internet all he wanted but everything seemed so vague. Love was supposed to be one of the strongest emotions there was, right? He’s learned a lot about emotions ever since you built him.
He remembers that warm feeling welling inside of him, seeing your smile for the first time. Happiness you told him.
He remembers the pain that he felt when he accidentally broke the mug you made him. Even if he wasn’t injured himself he felt like he was the one who broke instead. Sadness you told him.
He remembers feeling something bubbling within him like lava, as he watched you get lectured for his mistake. He wanted so badly to pull you away and yell at the scientist instead. Anger you told him.
For some reason being with you made him feel things. He wanted to show off to you, whether it was the newest installation or the newest trick he learned from the internet. (Card tricks had to be his favorite though.) Though he didn’t have the need to eat, he found himself learning how to cook for you, watching (and recording) your actions. Feeling your soft warm skin against his cold artificial one made him see sparks.
Then there were his favorite moments, the times where you were allowed to take him out of the lab and out to the world outside. Seeing the world with his own optics, it made him pause the first time. No matter how many questions he asked, no matter how many times he reacted to the most basic stuff you still smiled at him. You told him what crows were and even helped them feed them. (The crows still waited for him on almost every visit. You and he spent a whole afternoon naming them one time.)
But why, why did he feel this longing for you? Why did it make him feel sad each time you had to leave? Why didn’t he feel as happy when he was with any other scientist? He looked forward to your visit, counting down your visits to the minute. He wanted to see you smile so badly, to have you laugh because of him. To have your hand always in his and be able to go anywhere with you. He wanted to know if the rest of your skin was as soft as your hands. He wanted so many things that it was honestly confusing.
So when he asks you, explaining everything you smile, turning a bit red. “That’s love Mammon.”
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: he's such a whore, always wanting to suck you off or bounce on your dick like the slut he is. oh well, you don't mind fucking him until he can't walk anymore.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): mxm, cum ( lots of it lmao ), anal sex, rough sex, blowjobs ( receiving and giving ), face-fucking, overstimulation, cumming inside, mind break, chest fondling, chest fucking, office sex, riding ( sex position ), cum inflation, cum on face, keeping cum inside, doggy style ( sex position ), size kink, heat ( dragon ), dragon tail and horns, virgin boy, mating press ( sex position ), nipple play, maso-sadist play, hair-pulling, sex toys, elemental play, breeding kink, outdoors sex, gentle sex, tentacles, degrading, praise kink, somnophilia, servicing, puppy play, collars, aphrodisiacs, brat taming, sex addiction
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: male
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: such a whore ー jvla ( slowed )
yes, my blog at this point is just me being horny over 2-D men, and no, i have no shame. also, this is like my third time writing for male readers, so uhh y'all with dicks or identify as men come get y'all's juice
this took so long omg,,,istg my brain is gonna melt bc of how much i've put into this shitshow
also part 2 here bc i know y'all thirsty as fuck
nsfw below!
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 who shyly rides you, biting his now reddened lips to keep his embarrassing moans in, digging his nails into your biceps as he feels his orgasm coming. only then will you hear his cute whimpers, as he begs for you to hurry up and kiss him. when you comply, he bounces much more quickly, desperately chasing his orgasm and taking your fat cock as deep as it can go.
he's so inexperienced and can barely take your cock into his throat without gagging. you have to guide him yourself, sighing from the pleasure of his hot mouth wrapping around your throbbing length. you don't know if it's just the pleasure getting to your head, but his mouth is just so damn hot, it's practically making you melt. and archons if you cum down his throat, he can barely swallow the thick load without pulling off and getting the spurts of hot release all over his pale face and his fiery red locks.
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 who gets fucked in his tavern after it's been closed for the night and everyone has gone home for the night. so there's no one to witness him being bent over the counter and moaning as you ruthlessly fuck him. there's no one to see him getting your cock shoved down his throat, your fingers tangled into his red hair as you use his tight throat like it's your personal cocksleeve. and there's no one to see him enjoying it all, milking your cock from its worth and moaning like a bitch in heat.
he gets so cockdrunk that if he finds an article of your clothing scattered in his room while you're out, he ends up jerking off, holding the clothing up to his nose and inhaling your smell. he just misses you a lot, but is just too embarrassed to admit it to your face. if you walk in on him during one of his, ahem, sessions, he practically dies on the spot and scrambles to cover himself. a " what are you doing? i don't think you're yet, hmm?" has his go still, and his cock spring back to life. he ends up jerking off with you watching his every movement, and his moans are much louder than usual. hmph, he likes this. what a perverted man.
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 who falls apart when you cum inside of his tight ass, his oversensitive and trembling walls feeling every single spurt of hot liquid pouring into him. what embarrasses him further is how he's pushing his ass against your crotch, like he's eagerly wanting your cum deep in his ass. if you decide to keep going and fill him to the absolute brim, he becomes a mess, his stomach feeling so heavy from the copious amounts of cum deep inside of him.
you like to fondle his incredibly well-built body, from his pecs to his biceps, and even his back muscles. of course, you only do it in extreme amounts when it's just to the two of you, but you'll occasionally do so out in public when no one is looking. he has to hide any and all reactions when your hand cups his crotch, slowly rubbing when no one is looking, and then deal with the aftereffects and keep anyone from seeing the bulge in his pants from your lewd actions.
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 who is so soft for you and loves you, although he doesn't verbally say it. rather, he shows it through how tightly he holds you close to him, and how passionately his lips mold against yours, even while pleasure racks his body. he just adores you so much and will do just about anything for your pleasure, even if he finds it embarrassing.
𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 who becomes your personal cumdump, getting ruthlessly fucked and filled with your hot cum until he can't hold in the milky liquid anymore. a good majority of it ends up leaking out of his slutty hole and dribbling down his shaking thighs. he'll try to hurriedly scoop it back inside but ends up smearing it even more. if it weren't for your arms holding him up and his barely lucid grip on the nearby ledge, he'd have slumped onto the ground already.
after being fucked in a deserted alleyway away from the prying eyes of Mondstadt citizens, rather than attempting to squeeze out the copious amounts of cum, he scoops what he can back inside. with a teasing grin, he saunters out like nothing ever happened, and goes about his day, smiling and cheerfully greeting his acquaintances, but little do they know how your cum has already dribbled out and left a sticky mess on the inside of his tight pants. he's lucky people pay to his chest rather than his flat ass and no one can see his hips shift as he attempts to stop your cum from sliding out.
𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 who gets fucked in his own office, whether it be initiated by him or you. he happily bounces on your fat cock, sloppily kissing you as lewd smacking fills the room. he eggs you on, asking if you're gonna cum, and telling you to cum in his slutty ass. if you tire for even a minute, he takes the reigns, gripping the chair handles and slamming his hips down all the way, eager to have your milky cum fill him up.
he likes to wake you up by sucking you off, not caring whether or not you're awake. all he wants is to have you, even if you're sluggishly mumbling out some garbled response while he's slurping away on your throbbing erection. and no, he doesn't care if you have morning breath, since he'll just wave it away and peck your lips before returning to his self-proclaimed "breakfast."
𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 who fucks your cock in between his well-built pecs, squeezing them together as tight as he possibly can. he teasingly asks you if you love his chest and if it feels good, before offering to make it feel even better. you raise an eyebrow, before nodding, and stifling a moan as he lewdly slurps and licks your weeping cock head, purposefully moaning and sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your fat cock.
he gets so weak in his knees when you fuck him gently, pressing kisses underneath his pretty lashes as your cock is pushed in all the way. it may not look like it, but he craves true and genuine affection, although he does quite a good job at hiding it. so when you kiss his sweaty palm with nothing but a happy smile on your lips, he melts. so don't be surprised if he gets clingy and refuses to not only let go, but he won't stop feverishly kissing you.
𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 who loves it anytime you bend him over and fuck him oh so harshly, degrading him and calling him your whore, even pulling his long blue locks as you pound into him. but he loves it when you're gentle with him, and will happily milk your hot cum, telling you how much he loves your cock and how much he loves you.
𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 who gets fucked in doggy style, lewdly moaning as your balls slap repeatedly against his sweaty assーyou're so big, he swears you're reaching his belly from how deep you're fucking him. he cries out when you pull on his long chocolate-brown hair, the pain being drowned out by the pleasure of your fat cock spilling cum deep inside his ass.
he goes into a rut about once a year, and he very noticeable gets clingier, but only when the two of you are alone together. he seeks out your company, pushing his face into the nape of your neck and inhaling your smell. once you become aware of his rather lewd situation, you join him in your shared bedroom, and what ensues is pure filth. no longer feeling the need to maintain his appearance, for now, his horns and tail make an appearance, glowing with gold and excitement. you spend the next few days pumping him full of cum, breeding his tight ass, and keeping his face pushed into a pillow. when you tire, he pounces on you and gladly rides you, jerking himself off as he bounces wildly. neither of you will be able to walk for a while after this.
𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 who is surprisingly good at sucking you off, able to deepthroat your fat cock all the way till your crotch meets his lips. he does anything to ensure your pleasure, squeezing down the walls of his tight throat, sucking in his cheeks to make you cum faster. all while you're trying so hard not to cum from how damn good he is, gripping his head and thrusting your hips forward. you make sure to keep his head in place when you finally cum, your vision is filled with white as the archon's mouth and throat are filled with your thick cum.
when he's much more comfortable, he lets you see and touch his horns and tail, each feeling smooth and cool to the touch. you have so many questions, and he can provide them. before he knows it, you have him bent over the couch, your hand harshly gripping his tail and tugging on it as you force his ass back to meet your crotch. and dear archons if you grip his hornsーno he doesn't get aroused, they're literally keratin, but it makes you fuck him harder with better leverage to grab onto.
𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 who just wants to kiss and hold you, even while you're fucking him stupid. it surprises you at first, especially with how he refuses to let go and won't let his lips off from yours. it becomes a mess of teeth grinding together and your saliva mixing and dribbling down your chins. even while you're pounding into him like a jackhammer, and his cum is spurted all over his pretty tummy, he still has a vice-like grip around your neck.
it's always fun pulling back his collar and dropping several wriggling tentacles down his shirt and pulling back, watching the ex-archon shudder and whimper as they begin to play with his body. you turn his front towards you and can very much see the slimy appendages' movementsーnamely the way they're sucking on his pretty nipples. he suddenly lets out a stifled moan as he nearly topples forward, his hips shaking feverishly. he starts moaning, telling you that "t-they're -all the way in-!" he's trying so hard to keep himself composed, but it's hard when he has tentacles sucking on his nipples and curling so deep inside of his ass, he can practically feel them in his stomach. he's so cute like this.
𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 who may seem like he'd be the one who fucks you dumb and pumped full of cum, but in reality, the ex-archon is the one who gets fucked like a slut, pumped so full of your thick cum that he swears his doughy tummy is bulging. despite his rather old age, he can take you for a long time and he'll gladly be your fuck toy. but he does like it when you kiss and cuddle him afterward and he'll nuzzle into your neck, too exhausted to even bother pulling out your fat cock from the confines of his cum-filled ass.
𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 who gets taken in a mating press, his golden eyes rolling into the back of his head as your balls slap against his pretty ass, your cock fucking him open over and over. he's making the cutest fucked out face as he tries to comprehend the intense pleasure raking through his lithe body, but you pump him full of cum yet again, filling him up even more. he soon follows suit and cums all over his pretty tummy, thinking that it's doneーbut you're far from done fucking your cute little yaksha.
he has the cutest moans you've ever heardーthey're so breathy and feminine that one could mistake him for a girl getting pounded open. it's so much more different from his very gruff and cold voice that others are accustomed to hearing. and what would everyone say if they heard the vigilant yaksha himself moaning like a bitch in heat as he gets overstimulated till his mind goes blank?
𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 who has absolutely no experience under his belt and as such doesn't really know where to begin. sure he knows the basics, but that's about it. so of course you'll train your pretty baby and have him experience all of the kinky shit you get up to. and dear lord, what training it is. the poor yaksha is jerked off and fingered open so many times that he can barely even think anymore, let alone walk without his doughy thighs trembling.
his pretty nipples are surprisingly sensitive, and even you were rather caught off guard by his high-pitched moan when your fingertips grazed the little nubs. but now that you know a sensitive spot of his, you're not letting that knowledge go to waste. he's practically tortured with this and he now has to deal with you playing with his pretty nipples any chance you getーhe cums in his pants if you pinch and toy with them long enough.
𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 who thinks lapping his pretty tongue all over your fat cock counts as a blowjob. they're little kitten licks, and he stares at the throbbing, leaking member with something akin to fascination if one could call it that. that changes, however, when you grow tired of his little licks and shove your fat cock all the way down his throat. he gags loudly as your cock wrenches open his tight throat, and does his best to accommodate to the feeling of his throat being fucked open. and when you finally cum, groaning at you do so, he's crying out as the hot creamy liquid pours down his throat.
he can't handle any amount of pleasure, since it just feels so damn overwhelming and new to him. you could just breathe hotly on the tip of his ear and he whimpers so cutely. as such, he tends to moan quite loudly as you fuck him into the sheets and tries to muffle his noises by grabbing the nearest pillow and biting into the thin fabric. unbeknownst to him, you just find that even more arousing and adorable, and you end up fucking him even harder, which in turn makes him moan louderーwell you get the gist.
𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 who clings onto any sort of affection you give him, glowing brightly when you rub his head, and if he could purr, he would. he also clings tightly onto you whenever you fuck him against the nearest surface, burying his face into the crook of your neck to silence his adorable moans. it's always so much fun pushing him past his limits and breaking him. he's your precious and adorable yaksha, and you'll fuck him into oblivion.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 who is a filthy slut that gets off to getting his ass handed to him in a fight. fights give him such a huge rush of adrenaline and he is absolutely addicted to that feeling. so when you completely beat him fair and square, he's practically cumming in his pants like a teenager. and he's grinning widely, a bulge and wet patch visible on his crotch as he looks up at you with arousal and excitement.
he's an absolute masochist and goes crazy if you bring any type of arousing pain into the bedroom. the ginger loves it with you spank him, fuck him hard, step on his cockーthe list goes on. he loves it when you pull his hair and force his head backward, his dull azure eyes meeting your own eyes as your hips meet his bouncing ass. you swear that you can see hearts replace his once circular pupils as you continue to fuck into him.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 who gets his slutty hole stretched open by your fat cock and the toys he has scattered around his room. he's already drooling like crazy when you have his torso pushed down and his ass pulled upwards. but he goes still when he feels something hard prodding at his already filled hole, but lets out a choked groan as you shove in the generously sized dildo, only barely slowing down your thrusts. the stinging stretch of his tight ass only makes him even more aroused if that's even possible, and he begs to be stuffed even more.
you use his tight throat as your personal fuck toy, gripping his short hair as you facefuck him senseless. his throat is so damn tight and hot around your cockーit clamps down so tightly around you that you nearly cum early from his slutty mouth alone. he doesn't even mind it either, bobbing his head and fondling your balls, desperate to feel your creamy load down his throat.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 who pervertedly uses the electro from his delusion while he's purposefully jerking himself off right in front of you, using the small sparks of deep purple to send tingles all throughout his body, and his throbbing cock. he'll even bury his fingers in his pretty hole and give himself shocks, causing him to lewdly moan from the overwhelming sensations, and your sharp eyes watching him all the while. he ends cumming all over himself from how much it overwhelms his senses.
the ginger-haired man loves it when you breed his tight ass. errーwell, he loves the feeling of your cum spilling into his tight assーhe swears he can feel the copious amounts of hot cum deep in his stomach. he will milk you completely dry until you're absolutely spent, lewdly fucking himself on your cock for hours on end and in so many various positions. even after he's finally exhausted himself, he refuses to remove your cock unless he absolutely has to. and when he does, he gets addicted to the feeling of being so full, his ass stuffed heavy with your cum and jostling around inside of him.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 who loves it when you absolutely break him, your harsh thrust bringing a mind-numbing orgasm that racks his entire body and turns his brain into a lust-hazed mush. he loves it when you still keep fucking up into him, even while you're still cumming inside of him. he doesn't bother stopping your harsh treatment, in fact, he encourages it, as he enjoys the stinging sensation of your palm against his bouncing cheeks. but he will speak up if he isn't comfortable and will instead take it slower than before.
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 who gets his body practically folded in half, his knees pushed back to his broad shoulders when he decided to be a bit cheeky for once, and ends up getting fucked like a whore. However, he enjoys the reversed power dynamics and just likes to let himself be fucked dumb until he can't think anymore.
his bodysuit, if you remove his cape, is incredibly form-fitting, and only serves to make you even hornier. it gives off such a nice view of his nice body and his cute butt. so it shouldn't come as a surprise when you start fondling him, squishing his ass while your other hand busies itself with grabbing his now visible bulge and squeezing. his entire form trembles as his hand grips your wrist, but only barely. you both know he enjoys having his most sensitive parts fondled, but you will stop if he asks.
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 who gets plowed against a tree out where anyone could see him getting fucked like a bitch in heat. he tries so hard to keep his moans in, but a particular thrust to his poor overstimulated prostate has him reeling, and in seconds he's cumming all over the rough bark of the tree, moaning so cutely. what drives him crazy is how his already stuffed walls can feel even more copious amounts of your cum being forced in, even though there's no more room inside of him left. what he can't fit ends up gushing out onto the emerald grass below, leaving a pool of sticky, pearly liquid.
it's always nice coming home after an exhausting day at work and walking into your bedroom to see your precious bough keeper, all tied up and pretty for you to play with. archons knows how long he's been like this, his legs forced open as slimy tentacles curl themselves deep inside of his pretty hole, pushing him beyond his limits. his cock is smeared with previous lewd orgasms, as well as his pretty tummy. you debate which part of him you want to use as your cocksleeve, all the while he's squirming about, trying to run away from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure shooting throughout his body. you pause, before lining up your fat cock against his already stuffed hole and after a beat passes, you shove yourself into the tight heat awaiting you.
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 who actually cried when you took him gently and lovingly, crystalline tears falling down his reddened cheeks as he's overwhelmed by emotions. you're obviously panicking because, well, it's dainsleif. the man isn't exactly known for outwardly expressing his expressions. you frantically offer to stop and drop everything, but he leans forward and seals his lips against yours. hugging you tightly against his bare body. he begs you not to leave him, that he's just so happy to be with you, and that he doesn't want to stop. you ended up making love to him that gentle night.
the blonde wakes up to the feeling of his pretty cock twitching and streaks of previous unknown orgasms glistening on his fair skin, and his hole now being thrust into over and over, his oversensitive walls clenching down on your cock. he's still in a sleepy daze, so his cute noises are more audible, like his breathy moans and whimpers as you hit his oversensitive prostate and your cum fills him up to the near brim yet again. he's too sleepy to even try and resist so he lies back and lets it happenーhe can clean himself out later.
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 who will gladly do anything to make you happy, servicing you in any way possible. even if it means you using all of his tight holes and muscular body as your personal cocksleeve. he obediently swallows up your cum as you fuck his throat, even going so far as to milk you several times in a row. he'll let you fuck him in all sorts of lewd and perverted positions, growing more pleasure-delirious as your cum fills up his tight assーhe swears he can feel you in his stomach from how deep and hard you fuck him.
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 who can barely handle the pleasure of your hand wrapping around his adorable cock as he fucks your fist, his hips desperately and pathetically rutting up and chasing his orgasm. he cries out when you slip your fingers into his puckering hole, the textured tips curling into his pretty prostate. the samurai can do nothing but continue to fuck your ever-tightening fist while your fingers continuously stretch him open and rub against his prostate.
he gets aroused from the subtle but heavy actions, like your hand seemingly innocently resting on his thigh, when in fact they trace slow circles, making shiver as you edge closer and closer to his clothed sex, only for you to pull back down and start all over. or when you gently tuck stray locks behind his ear, when you purposefully trace the shell of his ear as slowly as you can, playing it off like a cute romantic gesture. don't be surprised if your pretty samurai ends up clinging onto you more than before.
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 whose nipples have been sucked on so many times that he has to actually stop you, with a reddened face, because the pretty nubs are so tender and sore. when they finally heal up, you're back to suckling on them, your teeth tugging on the now pebbled bubs. he lets you do so, knowing that you're too aroused to be pulled away, and settles for stroking your head while trying to hide any noises from your eager ears.
he gets so embarrassed when you slap your fat cock against his cheek, impatiently urging him to suck you off already. the samurai holds much preference for sucking on the leaking head, while he wraps his hands around the rest of your throbbing erection. but he does his best to deepthroat you, his pretty lashes fluttering as tears well up. please pet him, he loves it when you silently give him your affections as he pleasures you.
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 who rides you with his back to you, his cute ass rippling with each lewd bounce he makes as he openly moans. you have a tight grip on his elbows, pulling him back down each time with each bounce. he's too fucked out to even care about what perverted things you're doing this timeーhe's desperately chasing his orgasm, his tongue loosely hanging out of his mouth. and he isn't exactly quiet, his feminine moans echo out around you as he angles himself for your fat cock to hit his oversensitive prostate.
you've nearly gotten him addicted to the feeling of your cock filling up his tight ass, to the point of where he'll innocently sit on your lap, your arms wrapped around his stomach. but in reality, your cock is buried deep within his tight walls, throbbing and twitching from the vice-like grip his velvety walls have on you. he'll teasingly shift his hips, causing you to dig your nails in his doughy thighs as his walls twitch and spasm around your cock. he whimpers when you finally cum, and you can't see it, but he has a very satisfied smile upon his soft, rosy lips.
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 who is your cute little bunnyーevery little noise he makes, or every single reaction he gives when you angle yourself just right and hit his oversensitive prostateーforcing him to moan and cry as you fuck him open on your cock. it all just makes you wanna fuck your bunny until he breaks and can only be nothing but a lewd hole for you to fuck and fill with cum.
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 who gets gifted a pretty little collar, since he's such a misbehaved puppy who gets too overexcited. it even came with a nice leash too, since he'll need to be directed back to what he needs to do of course. and that's usually when you're fucking your lewd puppy from behind, tugging on the collar to keep him from passing out from the endless amounts of pleasure that give to him, and to make sure that he doesn't lose his grip.
he gets so embarrassed when you slap your cock in between his pecs, stammering as the hot member throbs against his skin. his cute face is so red that it practically resembles a tomato as you slide your fat cock in between them, but he can't bring himself to look away from it. when you finally cum, he's left with the pearly liquid all over his chest and face, and he clumsily begins to swipe it up whatever he can on his finger and lick it up.
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 who is trained to be a good puppyーbeing fucked against every surface and in every position possible while being your cute cumdump. he gets a treat if he's been a good boy, and that usually includes him sucking you off and being able to swallow up all your cum, or getting fucked so many times he breaks. but of course, he does have lots of punishments under his beltーgetting overstimulated until his brain turns into mush, or being edged for hours on end.
he goes into a daze right after he's cum, and it's the cutest thing ever. it's like his brain can't handle the feeling of all this pleasure from his ass, and the heavy feel of your cum filling him up. he can't even stop you from thrusting; he's too fucked out from his orgasm. but your cute puppy eventually snaps out of it soon after, and he whimpers as he realizes you haven't stopped thrusting, only slowing down a little. he tries to whine for you to slow down, but you've angled your fat cock to perfectly hit his prostate, so he can't do anything but take your cock and be a good boy.
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 who gets aphrodisiacs slipped into his food while he's playing his cute hot pot game with you. he doesn't notice until far after the game is over, and he looks so out of it, his cheeks burning red as he takes in deep breaths, trying to figure out what's happening. you, of course, brush your fingers against his smooth cheek, offering to help him with his little "problem" down there. next thing he knows, he's being put in a mating press, your heavy balls slapping against his ass as you fuck him into oblivion. he can't even be mad, because it just feels so damn goodーhe can practically see stars from all the overwhelming pleasure.
it's become a habit to tie your adorable housekeeper to the bed, dropping tentacles onto his bare body and watching as they begin to play with his lewd body. while two busy themselves with his pretty nipples, another is busy swallowing up his cute cock, and the othersーwell, they've been curling deeper inside of him while you watched. he lets out choked cries and garbled moans as they wrench another orgasm out of him, and he's too oversensitive to even run away. and you aren't exactly helping eitherーyou shoved your cock down his throat moments ago and you're too busy fucking his tight walls to even give him relief from the overstimulation.
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 who is such a good boy, eagerly sucking you off when you ask him, and he does such a good job at it tooーputting so much effort into deepthroating you and making sure that you feel so good. he'll even wrap his legs around your waist, catching you off guard when he starts begging for you to cum inside, whining that he really wants to feel your cum inside of him, so please cum inside. and well, good puppies deserve treats, no?
𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 who nearly got caught while you were fucking him against his desk, his important documents long forgotten as you plow into him with no restraint. a knock on the door caught his attention, and his little sister's soft voice resounded through the thin sliding doors. while he pokes his head through the open doors, assuring his sister that of course, he's alright, just taking a nice stretch from all his hard work. while he's busy talking, you sneakily slid yourself inside of him, and you have to say, he does quite the good job at keeping his moans in as your fat cock pries open his tight walls yet again.
when an attendant or ayaka comes into his office, asking where he went off to, you tell them that he went on a walk for some fresh air and that he'd be back in a few minutes or so. after they leave, you lean back, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours with minuscule tears welling up in them. you grin down at him as he chokes on your cock, his groans sending pleasurable vibrations through the throbbing member. he's been doing good so far, just a bit more and he'll be properly deepthroating you in no time!
𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 who gets a special reward after all the hard work he's had to go through due to his position as the head of the Kamisato Clan. he has such a huge burden on his shoulders, but not to worry! you'll help relieve his stress the best you can! although, it usually involves you fucking him with his leg thrown over your shoulder, and he's left to cover his mouth to keep his pretty moans as your cock hits his prostate over and over.
he's obviously a virgin since he's been far too busy to even pleasure himself, much less find someone else for that. so you have to be careful when you slide your fingers inside of him, otherwise, he'll be in quite a lot of pain. he dug his nails into your skin as his ass stretched open to accommodate the foreign feeling. when you finally sink your cock into his tight walls. he literally came all over his doughy stomach, gritting his teeth and wrenching his eyes closed, tears welling up inside of them. he won't unwrap his arms from around your neck, even after he's gotten used to the feeling of your fat cock pulsing inside of him.
𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 who rides you when he's in a more teasing mood, slyly grinning as he rolls his hips to order to push your throbbing erection even deeper inside of him. he'll pat his stomach, telling you how he can feel you so so deep inside of him and telling you to hurry up and cum inside his tummy. just to further rile you up, he'll call you a good boy as you cum, stifling his moans by biting his lip. even after that, he'll encourage you to keep going, wanting to be filled further with your thick cum.
he enjoys it a little too much when you pull on his long, silver-blue locks as you thrust wildly into him. the stinging pain only serves to further arouse him, and he swears he can see stars from how good it feels. it doesn't matter if you're tugging on his long locks while he's sucking you off, or if you're doing while fucking him from behind, he's probably going to push you down and ride you himself, his horniness going through the roof.
𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 who looks so prim and properーgently smiling as sakura petals lazily drift past him, framing his handsome face perfectly. but behind closed doors, he acts like a bitch in heat, sloppily sucking you off, desperate to have you cum down his tight throat. he'll even cockwarm you after you cum inside him for the nth time, stupidly grinning at the heavy feeling of your cum inside of him.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is an absolute brat, snapping at the people around him for petty reasons, or just because he woke up and chose violence that day. so it makes sense for him to expect to be fucked relentlessly until his tummy is bulging from the copious amounts of cum inside of him, and he can't even stand with his legs wobbling. hell, he'll even have to walk around with your cum still stuffed inside of him for the entire day.
you'll fold his legs over so his ankles are on either side of his head, while you squat and dip your cock into his tight ass. he's visibly protesting at the embarrassing position, and is eyeing down your throbbing erection down until the moment it's sheathed all the way inside. he's letting out choked moans and whimpers as you pound him into him without restraint, your heavy balls slapping against his ass as his vision becomes blurry from all of the pleasure filling his veins. when the two of you finally cum, he ends up cumming all over his cute face and tummy, moaning loudly from the feeling of yours shooting deep inside.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 who can get so pleasure drunk that his mind breaks from all of the overwhelming feelings, and he ends up becoming a lewd little slut for you to fuck. he's so cheeky when he goes into this mode, grinning as he rests his cheek on your pecs while his hips slam up and down on your fat cock. he's surprisingly lovey-dovey, telling you how much he loves you and how good your cock makes him feel.
making him suck you off really makes your day since he's so short, and when compared to your fat cock, it's almost questionable how you even fit yourself down his throat. but he somehow manages, almost like it's an utmost priority that he has to do, and he doesn't stop until he gets what he wants. and that usually involves him choking on your cock, gagging as he takes it deeper and deeper until his nose meets your crotch. it's so damn tight and hot, so you end up face-fucking him into oblivion until you finally cum. in which you keep his head taut and in place until you're done pouring your creamy cum down his throat, and finally pull him off.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 who gets used as your guinea pig for your cute tentacles that you've always wanted to try out. he scoffs, finding it stupid that you can't use them on yourself, but hmph, whatever, can't hurt, he supposes. next thing he knows, the slimy appendages are curling around his now nude body, toying with his sensitive spots while he does his best to keep his adorable moans in. he can't keep it up for long, however, when a thin appendage slides itself inside of him. And he all but moans as it rubs against his prostate, making him crumble in mere moments.
you once slipped a fat tentacle inside of him, the stretch somewhat unbearable as it wriggles further inside of him. he does his best to not show his surprise as the head presses against his throbbing walls in all of the right ways. he has to lean against the wall every few seconds because he just can't get used to having to walk around and being stuffed so fully like this. it gets even worse as the day drags on, the tentacle occasionally squirming about and pressing right up against his prostate. he doesn't even try and open his mouth, because he knows that he's going to moan as soon as he does.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is your cute little brat that disobeys every single little thing, and gets punished for it. it's so fun to break him with pleasure until he can no longer think anymore and gets to be your cute bratty cumdump. even after you're done using his body like a cocksleeve, he'll have to walk around with the heavy feeling of cum inside of him, which threatens to dribble out if he's not careful enough. he's lucky he intimidates his subordinates so much that they're too scared to even pay attention to his wobbling knees or his swollen belly.
𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 who is the prettiest boy everーpeering up at you underneath his fluttering lashes and through his watering eyes as his mouth wraps around your leaking head, gingerly sucking on the reddened tip. he's on his knees, while you sit on a plush loveseat, and it's honestly the best way to relax after a day of running countless errands. sighing as you run your fingers through his soft blonde locks, you tug him even further on your cock, making him gag from the intrusion in his throat.
he gets fucked so much that he's started to become addicted to the pleasure entirely. if he gets just a moment alone with you, he pounces on you, hurriedly fumbling with your belt as he tries to yank away the cloth barrier that's keeping him from his most favorite treat. when your cock finally springs out, he wastes no time in mounting you, giddily smiling from the pleasurable stretch and the way your cock rubs against his walls in just the right ways.
𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 who has very little experience in knowing what to do, and when you hold your throbbing erection near his cheek, his fair skin now stained with a glob of your pre-cum. and due to his inexperience, he ended up pulling off when you told him in between groans that you were cumming, and he ended up with thick, pearly splatters all over his face and hair too. he's so confused and panicked when your limp cock has now stood back up again, and you ask him to do it again.
he prefers being taken in classic missionary styleーhe really loves looking into your eyes gently as you fuck him into the mattress; it just makes everything sentimental for him. that and he can wrap his legs around your waist and trap you there, forcing you to spill your heavy cum deep inside of him. but he isn't against being taken from behind, since it means you can jerk him off while thrusting into him with little restraint.
𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 who becomes a plaything for your pretty tentacles, since he's just so cute and adorable and you can't help but want to use him lewdly until he breaks. his ears are one of his weak points, along with his pretty nipples, so when you dump the slimy, wriggling appendages on his naked body, those are the spots they almost immediately go for. they'll even spread open his legs for you, providing you with a nice opening to fuck him in while the tentacles do their job and further his pleasure until he breaks.
he follows every single command you request him to do, even if it's absolutely embarrassing, such as sloppily fucking himself dumb on either a silicone dildo or one of your girthy tentacles. either way, he gets so red that you swear you can see steam coming off his cute face, but he still obliges, whimpering as the appendage slides into his pretty hole with little resistance. he ends up getting so into it that he openly moans, his feminine noises echoing loudly in the room as he jerks himself off. he's acting like a bitch in heat, and you enjoy it to the max.
𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 who will always get spoiled with pleasure no matter what, whether it be lovingly with you gently making love to him throughout the night and smother him with gentle kisses. or it could be purely lewd, with you folding him in half as you fuck your cute traveler into oblivion, filling him up with cum until his belly swells and it gushes out in thick spurts. he's so cute that you can't help but want to break him until he becomes a lewd mess for only you.
Omg your ideas for the bunny boy smut are making me dizzy and it's just a slight teaser!! You deserve a forehead smooch for that one my dear♡
Ps I'm cheering for you and your future writings(: have a great day/night.
Aw, thank you, Anon! Here's a lil something for you. Based on my previous ask here. (Also, the timing worked out so... Happy Birthday, Beel and Belphie!)
Bunny Boy Smut - Twins Edition
Summary: You punish Belphie for sleeping on the job. Later, you give Beel a reward for bringing in a wealthy client. (AU where the Fall is basically a sex club, no minors allowed).
Tags/Warnings for Belphie's section: Belphie is a masochist, pre-negotiated scene for 'advertising purposes', sex work mentioned, gender-neutral reader (no genitals mentioned), public humiliation, Belphie is hit with a switch, use of the word 'bunishment', Belphie is also interacting with a group of demonesses.
Tags/Warnings for Beel's section: sex work mentioned/implied, gender-neutral reader (no genitals mentioned), a carrot-shaped sex toy, public sexual activities, Beel is making out with a demon guy while you're pleasuring him, there's also a demon MILF, feeder/feedee kink mentioned/discussed, Beel is a good boy who gets rewarded.
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Belphie
The night had barely started and already you were run ragged.
With the addition of more exchange students and the Demon Prince himself, the bunny boy event was more popular than ever. That didn't mean that the demon brothers were less popular however - in fact, those who had missed out the first time seemed determined to get some extra time with their idols.
And now you weren't just any bunny - you were the head bunny. The bunny-in-chief. The master.
So not all that unusual.
Diavolo and Simeon headed the bar, a group of succubi and incubi crowding around. Lucifer was dazzling some customers with his pouring skills - four drinks at once. Asmo was getting groped and you really hoped he was remembering to charge for all those extra touches.
Everyone seemed to be working well, except for...
"Belphegor."
From the lap of a cute demoness - who looked about ready to faint - Belphie stirred. He looked at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. "Oh... Hey, MC."
"What have we talked about, Belphie?" you sighed in mock disappointment. Belphie blushed and looked away, sitting up from his lap pillow.
"...Not to sleep during shifts," he mumbled. The patrons at the table cooed. He had them wrapped around his little finger.
His methods might've been underhanded, but Belphie was good at his job.
"Belphie, this is the third time. I'm gonna have to punish you." You made a show of looking remorseful even as the table protests.
"We offered to let him sleep-"
"He just looked so cute, so I asked him to rest-"
"We really did let him!"
"No, MC's right." Belphegor slowly stood up and bent himself over the table, well-trained. The motion brought the attention of several other customers. "When I slack off, it makes more work for you and Beel, right? So I don't mind if you punish me..."
You hummed and Belphie made himself comfortable, one customer even sweetly laying a pillow down on the table for him to rest his head.
"I'd totally get in trouble with the others too. You know how much Mammon hates it when I play favourites." You stroke soothing circles into Belphie's back, the patrons watching as he shuddered and blushed.
"Don't talk about anyone else right now," Belphie whined, holding his hips up to give you - and the patrons - a better view. "I only want you to pay attention to me... Even if it's to punish me, focus on me."
Even as he claimed your attention, Belphie reached out his hands for the demonesses to take. One stroked his hair, one kissed his palm.
"Go easy on him, okay?" one asked, and you smiled.
"I promise I will." Their relief at your words was short-lived as you pulled the switch from its harness on your leg.
"But you said-"
"I'm a human, so my strength isn't much compared to a demon," you explained, your hand moving down to Belphie's ass. "Just using my palms wouldn't work very well as a punishment."
"A bunishment?" The demons giggled even as you swatted Belphie for that comment.
"How about... 20, hm? Will that wake you up?" you asked, leaning over him, pressing his chest into the table. His ass pressed back against you, grinding - only you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yeah," Belphie mumbled, his eyes flicking between the patrons with an adorable blush. "Um, if it hurts, I might squeeze your hands..."
"That's okay," one cooed. The others seemed to agree.
"Count for me, okay?" You give him a kiss on the neck before standing back up, running the switch down his back and watching Belphie tense in anticipation.
"One!" he yelped at the first hit. You knew it couldn't hurt him that much - brat or not, Belphie was a powerful demon - but he still shuddered at the hit. Still, Belphie held his hips up obediently, ass in the air, ready for the next hit. "Two!"
You changed it up a little, going from left to right, high and low, trying to find the spot that would provide the best reaction for your audience.
"Nine," Belphie moaned. You grinned, not bothering with the pitiful act anymore. After all, very few eyes were on you.
"Ten!" With his hands being held by the customers, Belphie tried to hide his face in the pillow. You let a demoness soothe him, guiding him to turn his head, revealing his flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
At eleven, you noticed a 'problem'.
"Belphie," you spoke as he cried out 'twelve', in a broken voice, "stop humping the table."
"Sh-shut up..." Belphie was bright red as you reached around his hips. He moaned when you cupped the bulge in his pants, releasing a put-upon sigh.
"It's not much of a bunishment if you enjoy it, right? What am I going to do with you, honestly..." You shook your head and faked considering a solution.
“Please don’t stop!” Belphie begged. The table - not to mention everyone nearby - watched as he rutted against the edge, moaning. “Please, master!”
You sighed. "Fine, but I still expect you to count."
The next hit aimed between his legs.
“Thirteen!” Belphie’s eyes rolled for the audience, his hands holding tightly to the patrons. “Fourteen!”
Playing it up for the audience or not, Belphie was really making himself look like a slut. Your aimed another strike between his legs, just missing his dick, and his next counts were barely understandable moans.
“Ei-eighteen…” Belphie drooled onto the table. A demoness found a napkin to gently clean his face. Belphie sighed happily and sucked on her fingers when she offered them.
“Better take those out before the last two,” you advised, giving Belphie a moment's rest. “His bites can hurt.”
You groped around to find where his ass was the most sore, directing your next swing to where you'd gotten the highest-pitched moan.
“Nineteen!” Belphie shuddered and groaned and for a second you’d thought one of the patrons had started jerking him off. Tears fell down his cheeks prettily, highlighting his wet lips.
“Last one, Belphie. Are you ready?” you asked in a soothing voice, squeezing one well-abused cheek. He whined and nodded.
“Please, I deserve it…”
You rolled your eyes. “I feel like this has been more of a reward for you…” Once more, you palmed at his crotch, earning an open mouthed moan that had at least one customer shoving their hands between their legs. “But at least it got your blood pumping.”
You flip him over, exposing his bulge to the entire room. Belphie’s hands scramble against the table before they’re once again caught by some patrons, squeezing his hands and stroking his hair.
You brought the switch down hard, not holding back, against the line of his dick.
Belphie cried out, his back arched, his head thrown back. A small wet spot formed in his pants where pre-cum leaked through, and when he collapsed, still shaking, on the table you could already see one demoness scrambling through her purse.
“Twenty…” Belphie murmured. One patron that had been holding his hand brought him in for a deep, messy kiss.
“There’s a good boy.” You rubbed his thighs soothingly, Belphie still trying to buck his hips into empty air.
“Here.” A demoness slammed a wad of cash onto the table. You picked it up and counted. “This is enough for a private room, right?”
“For an hour,” you agreed, pocketing the money into your bunny bag. “Please be mindful of this bunny’s rules and limits. You can find a copy on the back of the door in his room. This is considered a binding agreement and breaking said rules could result in severe consequences.”
The demoness nodded and those at the table began to get up - except for Belphie and the demoness he was still kissing.
You slapped his still-sensitive cock. Belphie yelped into the demoness’ mouth, pulling away to look at you with a string of saliva still connecting them.
“These kind ladies are going to play with you in your room. Make sure to be a good bunny for them, okay?
“Yes, master.” Belphie stood, face still messy from saliva and tears. His gait as he walked was awkward, keeping pressure away from his crotch and his ass as much as possible. “Thank you for punishing this naughty bunny.”
Through the arousal, you could see a hint of Belphie’s ordinary mischievous self. You might reward him later for putting on such a good show - but that wasn’t something for the customers to see.
“Enjoy your time, ladies. Please let me know if he needs any further bunishment.”
You bowed before the patrons as Belphie led them through the tables to the back rooms. You sighed and made sure to make note of the time - you were certain you’d have to go help him clean up once his hour was done.
The life of a bunny master was exhausting.
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Beel
You understood that this world was wondrous and varied and included many people with many different kinks, and you were quite sure this was one of them.
The patrons at Beel’s table had racked up a bill worth thousands of Grimm and counting. Barbatos had been serving them near-constantly, switching out empty plates for ones piled high with treats. The customers themselves barely had any, instead focusing on letting Beel eat the lion’s share as they watched.
So long as Beel was happy, you didn’t really mind. Solomon was getting the same treatment to a lesser extent a few tables over after you’d encouraged the idea. Of course, no human - and no demon either - was going to out-eat Beel, and his patrons had moved from feeding him to stroking his stomach. Solomon gave you a thumbs up as you passed, so he was fine.
“Excuse me!”
You turned on your heel and headed straight to Beel’s table, where one handsome demon had him licking whipped cream off of his hand. The demon looked utterly entranced as he watched Beel’s tongue move between his digits. Having gotten the same treatment a few times, you couldn’t blame him.
“Yes, madam? How may this bunny assist you?” You gave a little bow in greeting that the patrons always seemed to love. While your role as the bunny manager had prevented you from being hired out specifically - for the most part - your assistance was still very popular.
“Aren’t you a cutie!” the demoness laughed. She was older than most of the other demons at the bar, utterly gorgeous with deep green hair and a mature figure. “My partner and I just saw the magic carrot reward on the menu and I think you’re the bunny to ask.”
You smiled brightly and nodded even as Beel’s eyes widened. A blush started to creepy up his neck.
The demoness’ partner, who seemed to be about half her age, nodded.
“He’s just been so good, we wanted to reward him.” The plates on the table were once again empty - and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say clean. Not a crumb of cake or a lick of icing was left.
“That’s awfully sweet of you!” you said with a bright smile. The older demoness was clearly in charge and held an obvious preference for the cute types - whether it was Beel’s gentle giant 'act' or your more eager to please work persona. “Let me show you what we work with. Hm… it’ll probably be best to sit Beel on the table so I can work properly and you can see.”
“Allow me to clear the plates.” Barbatos’ voice nearly made you jump out of your skin and you swatted at his tail for the trouble. Barbatos merely worked efficiently, piling plates high in his arms.
The demoness laughed. “I’m starting to think this one likes to watch, too.”
With that thought living in your mind, you go to where the club’s toys are stored and find what you’re looking for. You pass Barbatos on the way back, a dozen plates balanced in his arms contrasting the small purple box in your hands.
You noticed Barbatos had left whipped cream and a small plate of cherries on the side. Beel was already settled on the table like a good boy, the strong wood thankfully enough to support his weight.
“Oh, did Barbatos tell you about Beel’s cherry stem trick?” you asked curiously, searching through the cherries for a long enough stem.
“Cherry trick?” the demon asked, intrigued. He had a leaner figure than Beel - strength still clear in his form, but of a different kind. If you had to guess, you'd say his demonic aspect leaned aquatic.
You found a stem an inch and a half long and pulled it out of the cherry, gently placing it on Beel’s waiting tongue.
The three of you watched his mouth move for a minute until he poked his tongue back out, the stem tied into a neat little knot.
“Huh, I always thought that was bullshit,” the demon mumbled.
“He’s very skilled with his tongue,” you praised.
The demoness raised an eyebrow. “Know that from experience, hm?”
You played yourself to be a little bashful, clearing your throat and swiftly changing the subject. The answer was of course you did, but you knew Beel could be shy about this sort of thing.
“Here’s the reward, Madame.”
"Please, call me Ekidna. And this is Charybdis."
You nodded and introduced yourself, for what it was worth - everyone here knew your name. The box in your hands unlatched with a click.
The owner of the fall, whatever else could be said about him, was a demon with stunning attention to detail and a lot of money to waste. Hence the toy in your hands now.
The “magic carrot” was a vibrating wand shaped like a carrot. It wasn’t a cheap, poorly made toy either. It was high quality and powerful. Enough to bring any of your bunnies to their knees.
Beel’s eyes fixed on the toy in your hands even as Charybdis groped at his chest.
You stopped Ekidna's hand from reaching for Beel’s pants with a gentle but firm grip.
“You can find the limits of each bunny on the back of our menus. Exposing this particular bunny is only to be done in a private room.” You met the demoness’ eyes and to your relief she backed off easily with an apologetic smile. “Would you prefer to move this somewhere private? Our rates are very reasonable considering the high quality of our… product.”
You dropped a wink at Beel who smiled shyly back. Ekidna shook her head.
“I would hate to make him wait any longer.”
The buzzing of the toy filled the air and Beel breathed heavily. He leaned back against the table, spreading his legs for your access - the fabric of his pants strained against the muscles of his thighs. Charybdis undid the buttons on Beel’s vest with trembling fingers before they could pop.
You tugged Beel towards you, forcing him to hunch his back to your level.
“Remember the safeword?” you whispered into Beel’s ear, disguising the check-in by gently nipping his ear. So close, you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.
“Yes, master,” he mumbled and you rewarded him with a kiss.
The eager demon pulled Beel back and you allowed it - mainly because if Beel really didn’t want to go, there were few beings who could move him. Ekidna stood behind you, and when you didn’t protest, rested her head on your shoulder, her hands finding your hips.
“This is my favourite view,” she told you with a smile in her voice.
It was hard to miss when Beel was excited. He’d kept mostly calm so far but you knew he was rather sensitive - and honestly, this was your favourite view too.
You started with trailing, teasing touches around his abs and thighs, watching the way the muscles twitched under the vibrations. The stimulation was enough to get him half-hard in his pants, the demoness humming approvingly at what she could see.
You smiled. Beel was often under-appreciated in your opinion - it was nice to find others who could understand his appeal.
“I’m going to touch it now, okay?” You gave Beel a split second of warning before pressing the wand against the growing bulge.
Beel’s reaction was immediate. He threw his head back and groaned, nearly knocking into Charybdis who was climbing onto the table to get a better view. You kept your touches light for now, trailing along the side of his clothed cock and resting for a moment against the base.
“How does that feel, bunny?” you asked him like you didn’t already know the answer.
You focused your attention on the tip where you knew he was sensitive, watching him groan and buck into the toy. The demon slipped a cherry into his mouth to keep him calm, the flavour giving him something, anything else to focus on.
“You know,” you said casually, Beel squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall back, “he also likes his chest being played with.”
Charybdis took full advantage of that, his hands moving around to cup Beel’s pecs, his fingers exploring for any reaction. Beel pouted at you but that expression disappeared when you pressed the toy down harder.
You unzipped him - not to expose him, but to release some of the painful pressure you could see building between his legs. The downside of those tight pants was that they did not leave much room for a boner, and this was a reward for Beel. Discomfort wasn’t part of the package.
Beel worked himself up quickly under your ministrations, his hips fucking up into the air as the vibrations traveled through the fabric into his skin. His eyes fluttered prettily when you clicked the toy again, the vibrations increasing in their intensity. Like this Beel often forgot he was putting on a show for the crowd, focused on you and what made his body feel good. That was all part of his charm though - his honesty was one of his best qualities.
“M-master…” he murmured and you could hear him struggle to remember to address you by your title, not your name. Your sweet Beel, shaking from the effort of holding himself up on his elbows despite all his strength.
“This is a reward, bunny,” you reminded him gently. “You can come whenever you want.”
“Close,” he admitted. Beel pushed his chest forward into the demon’s hands, keeping his eyes locked on yours.
He could be tempting when he wanted to be.
You flicked the wand up another setting and focused it right under his head, the single button on his black pants hanging on by a thread. Beel gasped and bucked and clawed at the table, trying to stay good, to stay in position.
“Mmmaster,” his voice was breathy, low, enough to make you bite your lip. “‘S a lot.”
“I know, bunny,” you soothed. Beel whined when the demon pinched his nipples through his shirt. The button on his pants was straining with effort as he bucked his hips. “Come, let it all out.”
You didn’t even finish your sentence before Beel groaned, long and deep, his face flushed and eyes unfocused. A wet spot rapidly spread before your eyes.
Beel flinched away from the toy and you quickly pulled it away, dropping it back into its box. Charybdis bit at Beel’s swollen lips - but your demon reached one shaky hand out to you.
“What a sweetheart,” Ekidna murmured in your ear. You’d nearly forgotten about her, so enraptured by Beel’s performance. Her hand trailed from your hip to your stomach. “How much for the both of you in a private room…?”
You watched Beel and Charybdis kiss deeply, his hand still held tight in yours. He’d need a bit of time to settle down again, but you knew how much stamina he had.
“It’s quite a high price for the two of us,” you mused. “And you’ve already racked up quite the bill.”
Ekidna smiled - you couldn’t see her, but you felt it press against your cheek.
The series: You become the master of seven unruly brothers - and they don't want to let you go so easily. How it happened, and what it means for each of them.
Tags/warnings for this section: afab reader, dom!bottom reader, sub!top Levi, yandere Levi, Levi murders and reader is kinda into it, there is a dead body in the room y'all do it in, light degradation + praise, emotions/crying during sex, overstim (character receiving), creampie, poly but you're with the boys individually only. Oh, and two-dick Levi.
Greed, Part 1
Greed, Part 2
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There are two things you know for sure.
One - Levi is avoiding you.
Oh, your sweet introverted demon tried to hide it. You'd suspected it for the last couple of weeks but now you're certain. Beel and Mammon have noticed it too, watching their brother with a hint of worry they usually hide under their antics. Levi stays in his room, even skipping your movie nights. No one seems to know why.
Except maybe Lucifer, judging by the clench of his jaw, but he doesn't seem interested in sharing his thoughts.
Two - demons are going missing.
The Devildom doesn't seem to value life the same way humans do. It makes sense in a way - for the most powerful, there seems to be a sort of resurrective immortality in play for all but the most grievous of wounds. The lesser demons don't even have that level of consideration, ripped apart for offending their betters. You've seen it before in your time here, but this is - different.
It's different because they all seem to be people you see. Not everyday, but often. A few classmates. One of Beel's fangol teammates. A waiter at Hell's Kitchen.
You ask Mammon and he swears up and down it isn’t him. He knows something though, because he keeps shifting and squirming when you question him too closely.
Beel, too, has a furrow in his brow. You know it’s not him - Beel isn’t usually interested in subtly, and even when he is, he doesn’t usually lie to you about it.
In the lead up to the retreat, you’re already stressed enough without having to worry about Levi and whatever your demons clearly know. You make it clear to them that you’re hear to listen when they’re ready to act like grownups and use their words, but until then, you’re going to brush up on Devildom etiquette with Barbatos so you don’t get Lucifer pissed at you for using the wrong title with Diavolo.
It crosses your mind that the two issues might be linked, but you’ve not gotten any more hearts in boxes or bodies dumped at your door, so you toss that idea into the “maybe” pile.
It’s not until the seventh movie night that Levi is absent for that Beel fixes Mammon with a heavy stare.
Mammon scowls and tries to ignore it for as long as possible.
You refuse to start the movie until your demons sort their shit out.
“Fine! Whatever!” Mammon yells out of nowhere. You’re about to question him when he grabs you by the arm and pulls you to your feet - not using enough pressure to hurt you, but definitely using that demonic strength to his advantage.
“Mammon, what-?” You follow him out of your room and into the hall, up the stairs. When you turn right at the landing, you realise you’re heading to Levi’s room.
“Listen,” Mammon begins, releasing you as suddenly as he'd grabbed you. He scratches his arms, not meeting your eyes for a long, long moment. When he does, he looks determined - like he’s made some important decision. “You’re the master and you can have who you want. But I’m your first, okay? Don’t forget that.”
“Of course not, Mams.” You let the rarely-used nickname slip out, gently taking his hands in yours. You have no idea what he’s on about but it’s clear he needs the reassurance.
And now that he has it, Mammon relaxes. Smirks, turns into the cocky bastard you’re starting to love.
“Good. Then… then have fun.”
You don’t have time to ask what the fuck this is about before he’s shoving you into Levi’s room.
Your leg slams painfully into Levi’s chair and the door slams, drowning out your curse. The chair rattles across the floor and slams into the aquarium glass. You open your mouth to apologise - to Levi or to Henry 2.0, you’re not sure - when you freeze.
At first, you think the figure in the aquarium is Levi. Shockingly pale skin, hair tinted purple - floating beside the rocky outcrop, half-hidden. The current from the filter slowly spins the figure around, revealing their face.
It’s then you find it’s only the calming blue light of the aquarium that dyes their hair, and that there is a reason for the strangely pale skin. As you follow the line of their body, you realise the figure’s legs are not hidden by the rocks.
They’re gone.
Ragged edges of skin hang from the corpse’s waist. What remains of their body is pockmarked with little chunks missing, torn off by small mouths. You marvel that you ever missed the wounds - the blue light only serves to make the white of the skin contrast harshly with the dark muscle exposed underneath.
Bones litter the sand. No blood muddies the clear water - Levi, you remember, had once spent an hour explaining the state of the art filtration system in Henry 2.0’s tank. The face is one you might’ve recognised, once, but now one eye socket is empty, the nose is half-bitten off, and any soul or personality in the expressions has long since disappeared.
There is no sign of Henry 2.0. The culprits, you have to assume, are the red and purple fish that dart between coral and kelp, chasing each other around the rocks. They move too fast to count, too fast to see their features, but you are certain their teeth are razor sharp.
“M-MC?”
It’s no wonder you didn’t see Levi at first. He is still half-buried under blankets and plush pillows, the dim lighting of the room casting the tub in shadow.
“Where’s Henry?” is the first thing out of your mouth, for some reason.
“Visiting family in the aquarium,” Levi says. He holds one of his pillows - themed after an anime you’d watched together - like a teddy bear, squished to his chest.
It’s an answer that could only ever be true from Leviathan and for a moment the warmth of your affection overrides any concerns you have. You crouch beside the bathtub, coming down to Levi’s level. He blushes purple in the blue light.
“I was worried,” you mumble, but you’re close enough now for Levi to hear.
“Y-you’re the only one who cares about Henry like me,” Levi says. He shifts in the tub, more pillows spilling over the side as he moves his way to sit up. “It’s why I… I…”
Levi makes a strange strangled noise and hides himself behind his plush pillow again. You glance at the aquarium, some of the little fish going back for another bit. Little puffs of blood bloom in the water. Despite their size, the sheer strength of their bites and speed of their attacks spin the body around.
“You weren’t supposed to see this.” Levi’s voice is muffled. He is still hiding from you.
That won’t do.
You dig out a few more of the excess pillows Levi has surrounded himself with, tossing the random ones anywhere, placing the fan merch carefully down. You lay all his plush toys on them too, for good measure.
When there’s enough space you join Levi in the tub.
Levi drops the pillow he’s hiding behind, face bare with shock and confusion as you settle yourself down, straddling his legs. You’ve been close to Levi before - you’ve been in the tub before - but every time his reaction never changes.
“Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing?” Levi squeaks. His hands grip the edge of the tub. His face is getting brighter by the moment and you’re actually concerned about the amount of blood rushing to his head.
“What’s going on, Levi?” Levi squeezes his eyes closed when you reach for him, like he’s expecting you to- you’re not sure. Levi’s always assumed the worst of all your interactions. It had taken you a long time to get him to accept you might like hanging out with him, and even then his off handed remarks suggest that’s only because he thinks you like anime and games, not him.
You cup his face in your hands anyway, feeling the warmth of his cheeks. You’re horrified to find wetness there too, thumbs stroking beneath his eyes and down to clear away lingering tears.
Levi relaxes but doesn’t open his eyes, doesn't say a word.
“Hey,” you call softly, hoping to get him talking again, to get him back to you.
Levi opens his eyes and they’re wet once again.
“I- it’s not fair.” Levi sniffs but takes a deep breath, and another. You let him calm himself down. “Mammon got the perfect opportunity to prove himself to you and I’m just… I can’t find the right offer.”
Oh.
Oh.
You should’ve expected this. Levi is not one who can easily hide his affection, not when he flusters and blushes and seeks you out more than anyone else.
“Who is it?” you ask softly and Levi squirms beneath you. His eyes, orange with that hint of indigo at the bottom - like the sunset over a wine-dark sea - can’t meet yours.
“No one.” When you only wait patiently, he continues. “Just… just a lesser demon from Madame Scream’s. You didn’t even know their name, but they knew you…”
You’re relieved to see some passion return to the eyes of your sweet demon, even if it’s talking about his victim.
“They had a crush on you. They were planning to approach you. Offer to make a pact with you. Like they were worth it, like they could compete with us.”
You smile a little at his inclusion of his brothers. Levi pauses. You’re not sure what he thinks of your reaction, but he continues, voice barely more than a whisper.
“I would never let them approach you. They’re not worthy of your time, not the effort it would take to reject them. But…”
Levi once again loses all animation, his strings cut as he slumps against the wall of the tub.
“You didn’t know them, and they hadn’t done anything to you yet. I couldn’t just bring you them to show off. It wouldn’t mean anything to you. It wouldn’t… it wouldn’t prove anything.”
“So you’ve been looking for someone who would mean something to me?” you prod and he nods, hands squeezing the porcelain. Levi’s eyes were always expressive, but you’ve never seen them so sad. Hopeless. Your heart aches for your demon.
“Levi…” you pull him up and he squawks at the sudden movement, finding his head pressed to your chest. A soft, firm hand on the back of his head keeps him there. “Sweet, silly demon. You don’t need to prove yourself to me.”
You can feel the warmth of his cheek bleeding through your shirt. He sniffles again and you hold him closer, your other hand rubbing his back in slow, soothing motions.
“B-because I never had a chance anyway?” he mumbles into your chest, an awful choke in his voice.
“No.” He freezes and you tug at his hair, forcing him to look up to you. “Because you’re already mine.”
His face is open, awed, and so painfully vulnerable. The fish feed on the body once more but neither of you turn to look. All you can think of is the book Satan leant you. Mammon’s strange words.
It is not uncommon for a powerful or high-ranked individual to have multiple partners.
“You’re the master and you can have who you want."
You aren’t the best at magic - not yet, anyway. You don’t have nearly the physical strength these supernatural creatures do. You don’t have the rank or status that would make you their superior.
But your demons have placed you above them anyway, submitted themselves.
It’s time you were good master.
Levi’s expression is still flushed red, but this time you don’t think it’s just from embarrassment. Grinding your hips forward, meeting the crotch of his sweatpants - you’re proven right.
He groans, those beautiful eyes rolling. You can’t say for sure if Levi is a virgin - you know other demons would’ve been interested in him, but whether he’d return that interest is another matter entirely. But he acts as sensitive as one when he whines and his hands grip the rim of the tub so hard you swear you hear it creaking.
“Relax, Levi,” you instruct him. You don’t use the pact - not yet - just guide him to lay back against the tug once more, take his hands in yours and massage them gently.
“You- are you sure you really want-"
“Your hands feel so strong, Levi,” you interrupt him before he can finish the thought. You don’t want him second-guessing this, second-guessing the two of you. “Tell me, where have you wanted to touch?”
“Your chest,” he answers immediately. Levi still looks like he might cry but he’s honest, so open to you, and he deserves a reward.
You put his hands on your chest and he keens, exploring the soft flesh, finding and playing with your nipples. He starts out slow, nervous - but when you don’t pull away, don’t laugh at him, his touches become more firm, more confident.
You watch as his focus shifts from whatever thoughts he was spiraling about to playing with your chest, carefully watching for any reaction. You groan and grind down again - a little exaggerated, maybe, but not a lie. You want to build Levi’s confidence even as you ache to reduce him to cries and pleas.
“I hate to interrupt you,” you say, squeezing his hands against your chest. “But I really need to get that shirt off.”
“Whose?” Levi asks, shy again, and you smile.
“Yours and mine.”
You release his hands and Levi sits up again, awkwardly pulling off his cozy jacket and the shirt underneath, narrowly missing you with his elbows. You wait for him, patient - his skin bared to you, the planes of his chest, the softness of his stomach.
Levi shivers under your gaze and looks away. You don’t let him. Your hand grips his chin, turning him towards you.
In stark contrast to Levi’s fumbling, you smoothly lift your shirt above your head, pausing only a moment to tease.
When you can see again, your shirt tossed somewhere amongst Levi’s anime DVDs, Levi looks vaguely faint.
“Am I dreaming?” he asks you.
You pull him against you again, skin against skin, and this time kiss him. Levi’s lips are a little chapped but quickly slick with saliva, his hands pausing before settling around your back.
His tongue’s movements against yours are clumsy yet you can’t help but feel charmed, his earnestness coming through in every movement. Biting and tugging his lower lip has him groaning and bucking his hips and you’re reminded of just how much he’s enjoying this.
"I... I had a plan, I had a plan of what I was going to give you so I could..."
Levi cuts himself off with a groan and buries his face into the crook of your neck. The friction, even between so many layers, seems to be getting to him.
"What was your plan, hm?" you ask curiously, taking the time to explore the broad expanse of his back, your hand running along his spine. Hunched as he often is, overwhelmed in large and cozy layers, it's easy to mistake Levi as being much narrower than he really is.
"L-Lucifer."
"Lucifer?"
You and Levi both wince at the way your voice rises. The only sound in the following quiet is the aquarium's glub glub glub. It draws your attention back to the body, which has floated in just the right way to appear to be staring judgmentally.
"Please don't say his name when you're on top of me," Leviathan asks and you punch at his shoulder.
"You brought him up first! What was this plan of yours?"
As much as the mood has died down, you still take the opportunity to push him back, return the favour for all the teasing he'd given your chest earlier. Levi squirms but speaks, voice impressively even.
"I... I thought the only way to impress you would be to out do Mammon. And the only thing Mammon can't do is go against Lucifer. So I figured... I'd get Lucifer on a boat, with some excuse, head out to sea, and then..."
"And then...?"
Levi nervously reaches for one of your hands, fidgeting with your fingers. "And then Lotan and I would fight him. In the water, I'd have the advantage, so..."
"What would you have... presented?"
You don't think Levi would murder his own brother to impress you. You're pretty sure he wouldn't.
And yet.
"His wings or something? He would've healed in no time and been so mad at me, but he's always kinda scary with you, so I thought it would be good enough, even if I got hung from the ceiling after. That's if it even worked. I mean, it's Lucifer. I don't even know if I would've had a chance even if we were totally underwater and with Lotan's help-"
You pull him close and silence him with a kiss.
A deep groan rises from his chest and his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, perhaps finally getting the message that he’s allowed to do this, he’s allowed to want.
His lashes flutter rapidly when you pull back, but this time you think the wetness in his eyes might be for an entirely different reason.
“I don’t mind you showing off for me, Levi,” you tell him, keeping your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close even as you lean back enough to properly look at him. “But I don’t want you to do anything nearly so dangerous without a good reason.”
“You are a good reason,” he says, voice so sincere you kiss him again.
“I’m already happy with what you do for me, Levi. You don’t have to go to such lengths to impress me.”
And what you mean is you don’t have to do anything special, I’ll like you anyway but you realise Levi might hear I’m perfectly fine with you murdering lesser demons in my name, you don’t have to fight your own brother.
Before you have a chance to make yourself clear, his lips are on yours again.
You take it slow. Kiss gently, kiss hard, kiss his lips, cheeks, shoulder, chest - you ease Levi into your touch, as he goes from bucking up at your every slightest movement to anticipating and angling his body to give you better access.
You let Levi do some exploring of his own, too. His long arms reach around you and rest on your ass - he’s nervous, but he starts gently playing with the flesh there, tracing his fingertips across the fabric and squeezing occasionally. He explores the line of your spine, finds your belly and rubs slow circles onto the skin, cradles your head gently while your mouth sucks marks into his shoulder blades.
In the aquarium, the little demon fish are having a feast. Neither of you notice.
“Levi.”
He's breathing hard, and even as you give him space to settle you're on top of him. The bathtub doesn't offer either of you a lot of room to distance yourselves.
"I want to see the rest of you, too."
Your hand traces over his stomach, goosebumps rising in its path. You hook your fingers at his waistband, waiting patiently for permission.
Levi glances between your hand and your eyes. His mouth opens and closes.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," you assure him, but before you can remove your hand he grabs it, presses it lower, where it makes him keen and throw his head back. It was hard to see in the shadow of the tub, but now you can feel the odd bumps to it, even through the thick material - how wet it is, far beyond simple pre-cum, and if you're judging by Levi's reactions so far you're certain you would've noticed if he'd actually orgasmed.
Beneath the fabric, something moves.
You lift your gaze from your joined hands, the wet, shifting bulge in his pants, and meet Levi's eyes.
"I want to," Levi begins, and you see that fear again. "But I... I'm not um, normal. There."
You want to be sympathetic to his nervousness - and you are. You know how much Levi worries about how you see him, even as he proudly proclaims himself an otaku and pushes aside anything normie.
But what overwhelms you in the moment is curiosity.
“Levi,” you say. He jumps, hearing the new tone in your voice. The intrigue. “Please, show me.”
Hesitantly, he guides your hand back where it was, hooks your fingers under his waistband. He’s biting his knuckles and you can see how much he wants to look away, but his gaze remains fixed on you, watching for your reaction.
You decide to rip the bandaid off for him - grabbing his waistband firmly and tug.
What you see has you rapt.
At Levi’s crotch, pale skin turns to deep blue and black. There’s an opening - a vent, you think, or a sheath. Pushing it open, moving ever so slightly, is not one, but two cocks.
Or perhaps tentacles would be the most appropriate word. There’s no suckers but they do move more independently than what you’d expect. Fat at the base and narrowing to a small tip, neither of them are too big - which is great, considering that even though you’re sure Levi has lube you’re really not interesting in walking funny during the retreat.
Levi muffles his moan as your fingers trace down one of the tentacles. The tip curls around your fingers. It’s wet, so, so wet - the fluid seems to come from the vent, coating both of Levi’s cocks and you know you’ll slide onto them so easily.
Well, one of them. Two might be an experiment for another time.
“Where do you keep your sex toys?”
Levi sputters and okay, that was a random question, but your thought process was perfectly logical.
“Hey,” you call to catch his attention again. “I can only get one of these inside me, so I want the other to have some friction too. I mean…” You lean in, teasing - Levi is frozen, very much a little fish caught in the sights of a predator. “Don’t tell me you don’t have a collection, Leviachan. You’re an otaku shut-in who spends most of his time in his room, after all.”
“Bottomdrawerontheleft.” You laugh at his rushed answer and he flushes, but you soften the sting by ruffling his hair as you stand.
While out of the tub you take the opportunity to drop your own pants and underwear to the floor. You feel Levi’s gaze on you as you bend over, opening the drawer he directed you to - finally, he has a view on just how wet you are.
“Wait!” he calls and you know why, but it’s far too late. You’ve already seen it.
You’d guessed right. He had a pretty impressive collection. Fleshlights of various shapes and sizes, vibrating cock rings, and dildos that you make a mental note to try out later. Sitting on top of them all though, likely the most used…
You pick up the fleshlight and hold it to your arm, seeing how well the skin tone matched. Even the texture is more realistic, less plastic like the others.
“It’s not what you think!” Levi denies but you walk towards the aquarium, bringing it into the purple-tinged light. The filter still worked to clear the fresh blood from the water.
“Levi, it’s got my name on it.”
Your demon looks like he very much wants the entire bathtub to collapse through the floor and send him to - whatever’s under hell.
You don’t let him hide in the bathtub for long though, joining him, straddling him with your now bare pussy. One of the tenta-dicks reaches for it immediately and you gasp at the sensation, letting it explore your lower lips until it finds your clit.
“Do you control these?” you ask, breathless, and Levi smiles helplessly.
“Not exactly… they move around on their own, but if I want to keep touching somewhere, then they usually do that…”
Levi’s legs are still tangled in the rest of his sweatpants so you help him slide lower into the tub, until his head is resting against the pillow on the wall.
“How long have you had this, Levi?” you ask. You wrap your hands around the other dick, the one not playing with your clit, and gather the wetness there. You tease at the vent and Levi moans and you only have so much you can really do today but you want to explore his body so much more. Find out what makes him cum, what makes him cry, what makes him break.
“It’s… a few weeks. Custom-made.” Levi’s honesty is quickly becoming one of his best qualities in your mind. You use the slick you gathered to lube up the fleshlight, your fingers exploring the soft walls. You’re pretty sure it’s not an exact match to the original, and you wonder how Levi’s going to enjoy having both.
“I’m gonna give you a choice,” you tell him. The fleshlight slides right onto the top cock. Levi moans and tries to buck his hips into it, against you, but you hold him down. “I can either order you not to cum until I do… or you can cum as much as you want, but stay hard for me.”
“Lemme cum,” Levi answers immediately. “Let me - let me inside you, please, gonna cum, I’ll come as many times as you need to but just let me come-“
“Close already?” you tease, but then your voice takes on a commanding tone, one that makes Levi shiver beneath you. “Cum as much as you want, but stay hard until I’m satisfied.”
With that, you sink down onto him.
Your combined wetness makes it easy for you to sit down on his hips, fully taking his cock. The tip moves, explores your insides, makes you clench and rock and groan - the base stretches you out just a little. As much as you talked, you’re not sure you’re gonna last that long.
So you better give Levi a good time, too.
One hand works the fleshlight up and down Levi’s cock, the other grips the tub’s rim to give you leverage as you raise yourself up and drop back down. Levi’s back arches and he moans, his hips strong enough to lift you - and then he’s cumming, you’re sure of it. Your pussy is suddenly soaked as he fills you and cum floods out of the fleshlight.
“Good thing I ordered you to stay hard," you tease.
Levi groans but doesn’t deny anything, hips working much weaker now, tentacle tip still moving desperately inside of you. “Please keep moving.”
“For someone with all those toys, you’re awfully sensitive, Leviachan,” you sing-song. Levi’s face goes slack - from your words, from the rock of your hips, or both? You keep pumping the fleshlight, maintaining a quick pace. “Do you not play with yourself?”
“Haven’t cum.”
Levi’s answer is so abrupt, so startlingly open that you need to know more-
But before you can ask, he’s groaning again. This time it’s only the cock in the fleshlight that comes, the slow pace of your hips drawing out the other for longer.
“For how long, Levi?” you ask him. Levi only whimpers in response. You can see he’s starting to lose it a little - quick, but quite endearing. You grab one of his hands and squeeze, bringing his attention back to you. “Answer me, Levi. How long have you been all pent up?”
How long does it take Levi to become this responsive? How long does it take for him to be all fucked out in a few minutes?
Your demon gets teary, you find, face red and wet, but his moans tell you exactly how much he’s enjoying this.
“A-a month… maybe a - ah! - little longer.” You reward Levi’s effort with a kiss, the both of you gasping at the increased friction between your legs as you lean forward.
“Oh? Is my toy here not good enough?” You squeeze the fleshlight hard around his cock and Levi throws his hard back hard enough to think against the porcelain even with the soft nest on the tub. “Couldn’t satisfy you?”
“No!” The denial or forceful, loud, and comes just as Levi does, adding to the slick friction inside you. The rock of your hips stutters only for an instant. You won’t come until you’ve gotten your curiosity satisfied first.
“Then why, Levi?”
Levi whines and hides his face in the hand not in yours, peeking out at you through long fingers. It’s the first time in a while you’ve seen him look nervous - you’re a little surprised he’s still able to feel nervous, right now.
“Hey, hey,” you coo, slowing your hips to a crawl. “None of that, where are you, my Leviachan?”
You seek out his other hand, holding them both in yours, clasped together. The fleshlight drops to the side.
Tears poor down Levi’s cheeks. You hush and speak softly to him, asking, “What’s going on, Levi? What is my pretty snake so afraid of?”
“I…” Levi trails off but his voice is steady, not choked with tears, which you take as a good sign. “I don’t want you to think I’m… lame. Or a pervert. More than you already do, anyway.”
“Oh, my Levi.” You release his hands to steady yourself as you lean over him, petting his hair and wiping his tears. “Of course I think you’re a pervert.”
You kiss him and smile before he can get upset and Levi shyly smiles back, waiting for you to continue.
“That drawer full of toys… not to mention some of the naughtier manga I’ve noticed on the shelves you try to keep hidden.” Levi sputters but you only wink. “But you know… I am fucking you in your tub right now and jerking you off with one of those toys. I think we’re just as bad as each other.”
“You’re not bad at all!” Levi insists but he does seem to feel better. You rest your forehead against his and smile. “You’re amazing and I… I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Levi, I’m so glad we’re doing this. You’ve been making me feel so good.” You clench around him, letting him get a good view of your gasp, hoping you’re close enough for him to feel your face heat up. “You don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to. But there’s nothing you can say that will make me upset with you… or make me not want to do this again.”
Levi takes a deep breath. “I… I started calling out your name.”
“You were thinking of me when you played with yourself?” you encourage him, sitting up and retrieving the fleshlight. Levi bites his lip when you put it right back where it belongs, on his cock.
"Y-yeah, I, ah-"
You start riding him again, deep, slow rolls of your hips that make Levi stutter and groan. But he keeps talking.
“I couldn’t help it. I would just… I’d watch hentai or read stuff with someone that looked like you. I’d think of you doing all those things to me…”
“Like?” you ask, and this time Levi doesn't hesitate.
“Like… s-sucking my cocks, calling me gross, making me get you off… um, I-I can show you some of the stuff later. If you want.”
“I’d really like that, Levi,” you tell him, a little breathless. “I want to know exactly what you thought about.”
You up the pace of your hand and your hips, driving you both closer to the edge.
“But that still doesn’t answer my first question. Why couldn’t you come, thinking of me? Was it not hot enough for you?”
“No! No, not that, it was-“ Levi cuts himself off with a groan and suddenly he’s reaching for you, hands finally, confidently holding you, pulling you closer even as you ride him. “It was so good, but I- I was afraid of getting caught, moaning out your name - I’d imagine it, what you’d do if you found out-“
“Did i join you?” you ask, resting your chin against his chest. One of his hands rests in your hair- and you can tell how much effort it takes him to keep his grip gentle, not to grip tightly as a way to try and handle the pleasure. His cock is sandwiched between your bodies, the one inside you feeling even bigger as you bend your body.
“Sometimes, but other times…” Levi shakes his head and you don’t push. “And I’d… I’d feel bad, like a terrible friend, that I was violating you like that in my mind.”
“Well, I’m violating you right now,” you point out softly. Levi smiled shakily.
“Yeah and I… I want us both to cum. You haven't yet, so...”
You give him another kiss.
Sitting back up, you adjust yourself to make sure you have enough leverage to keep riding - one hand on the tub, and the other on Levi’s fleshlight. It doesn’t leave you with any stimulation on your clit aside from what you’ll get grinding it against him, but you’ll manage-
“Wait,” Levi says, one hand snaking past his first cock to rest at your entrance. His long fingers explore until you grab them, guiding them to where it’ll feel best. “Let me get you off, too.”
“You’re so sweet, Levi.”
Levi's touches start clumsy but you make your feelings clear - gasping, moaning, grinding down harder when he finds your clit - and Levi is a quick study.
You're both close as you move faster, harder, and you decide to take a cue from Levi's favourite anime genre.
"I'm gonna cum," you tell him, barely resisting the urge to exaggerate and make your voice as high-pitched as possible. "Levi, you're gonna make me cum!"
Levi curses and you're pretty sure that's all he can manage right now - that and your name, chanted out as his fingers slip through your folds and the tip of his tenta-dick rubs against your walls. The tub leaves him with little leverage to thrust his hips up to meet you but he tries, movements uncoordinated, voice cracking.
You throw your head back when he manages to buck his hips at just the right time - accidentally making eye contact with the corpse, the single pale, glassy eye remaining.
It should turn you off. It should disgust you, you know - and the body isn't egging you on, but it's the knowledge, the sign of how devoted Leviathan is to you, how far he would go for you-
You turn your attention right back to your demon. Levi is close, it's obvious, by the way his eyes roll and your name has devolved into choked off sounds and whimpers. His fingers are still working you over so well and you can't tell if it's all his focus or if he's just working on instinct.
"Come for me, Levi," and breathless though it is, it's an order.
The fleshlight slips in you grip as you force it down harder on Levi's cock, making it take all of him - his other cock goes wild inside you, his fingers slip and now his palm is grinding against your clit, and you cum while watching his face twist and his tongue - forked, now - shoot out.
It takes you a moment to realise Levi is in his demon form, the horns forcing Levi's head forward so they don't scrape the sides of the tub, his tail forcing his hips up to keep it from getting squished under the weight of you both.
"S-sensitive..." he whimpers and you're still clenching the fleshlight tight around him. You pull it off his dick with an apology, watching the little tentacle retreat back into his vent until only the tip remains visible, Levi's cum pouring onto his stomach.
Getting yourself off of him takes a bit more effort, and eventually Levi wraps his tail around your waist, helping you raise yourself on shaky legs and settle onto his thighs, where more cum pours out - of you, this time.
It takes a moment for you both to catch your breath enough to speak.
"Um, um, I-" Levi starts. You rub his stomach soothingly. Levi takes a deep breath and tries again. "The tub actually works. If you want to clean up."
"I think that would be a good idea," you agree, and get to work pushing some of the remaining pillows out. Levi helps you slide back so he can pull his pants off the rest of the way - no self-consciousness, you're relieved to see. You throw the cum-covered blankets out of the tub without thinking - only regretting it when they land on your clothes.
"Levi, can I borrow some of your clothes after we wash?" you ask innocently, and grin as he blushes and stutters.
It seems some things won't change between you.
Levi helps you wash the worst of the cum down the drain before he lets the tub fill up, the warm water soothing your tired muscles. You gently crowd Levi into leaning against the tub and settle in his lap, head resting against his chest. His arms wrap around you.
"Can we... can we really do that again?" Levi whispers. You press kisses into his chest.
"I want you, Levi. Do you want me?"
"Of course!" The answer is so forceful Levi's whole body jolts, sending ripples through the water.
"Then we can do that again."
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Later that night, after Levi fetches towels for you both with his tail and you leave the tub for the beanbags, your DDD goes off.
Mammon: Levi feeling better yet?
You: I think so.
You: Thanks, Mammon.
Mammon: Yeah, yeah. Just remember who your first is.
You: Can you get me some fresh underwear tomorrow morning? I'm spending the night in Levi's room
Mammon:
Mammon: What do ya think I am, your errand boy?
You: I'll let you 'borrow' a pair.
Mammon: That's a good human!
Mammon: You can count on me.
"Oh! This one actually has an interesting plot, too!" Levi drops another doujinshi into your lap, this one with a cover showing a shirtless demon cowering before a scantily clad human with a whip. The human bears a striking resemblance to you. "It's about a human who binds a demon into their service, and at first they resent each other, but soon they start to develop feelings and-"
You put your DDD away. Tonight is Levi's night - Mammon can have a treat tomorrow.
PROMPT: While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. A turns to B after a while, and asks, "You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?
AN: Shout out to @mint-leaves-in-coffee for helping me with this. Not proofread, lots of crack.
Up to u to decide if the mc has a strap or a cock
It never occurred to you that Night Raven college would have field trips. Especially overnight ones considering they have magic mirrors to transport you anywhere in the world within a few seconds. Yet here you are in your shared room with your boyfriend, Floyd for the next few days.
After a long day of a boring educational tour of wherever the hell you were, it was time to retreat to your rooms for the night. Floyd convinced (threatened) the original roommate you were assigned to swap rooms with him. Honestly, did Crewel seriously think that giving you separate rooms would stop Floyd? You guessed he might have known but tried to do something anyway to separate the two of you to look good in front of Crowley.
Opening the door to the odd hotel-like room you flop onto bed, Floyd following after. A small 'oof' left your lips as he flopped onto you, cuddling you close. His body ran cold but his arms felt so safe and the rhythmic beating of his heart was your lullaby. You both were about to drift off to sleep after a bit of small talk and complaining about the trip until you heard creaking from above you.
"Aah, Divus just like that-!"
"Shh be patient, Dire, you will get your reward soon."
Usually, your first thought would be 'since when were they a couple' but you were too annoyed to think straight. Why did they have to have the room right above you? Floyd also stirs at the sounds of moaning and creaking from above him. His face was unreadable at first before he started to giggle.
"Ahaha they're so noisy, aren't they Shrimpy?" he said, voice filled with mischief. "Ugh yeah, this sucks," You reply, a bit nervous on where this conversation was going and also a bit baffled (but not surprised) that Crowley was a bottom.
"Heh heh he… what if we're louder than them?"
You froze for a moment, letting the implications wash over you. "Fucking pardon?"
"Come on~ let's show them who's boss."
Well, they do say if you can't beat 'em, join 'em right? It's just like Floyd to be so bold like this. You start to unzip and undress slowly, still a bit groggy. Floyd gets up and snickers as you hear shuffling from the mini kitchen in the room, probably getting a snack.
When you finish undressing you notice Floyd putting various objects, including a pot and pan on the nightstand next to the bed.
"... Floyd what are those for…?"
"Trust me Shrimpy, you'll see."
It was soon after Floyd undressed and went on all fours, for once skipping the usual biting and foreplay. 'He's up to something,' you think before spreading him open. Floyd smirks back at you as the creaking and moaning from above you get louder.
"Let's give them a real show…"
What did you get yourself into? You pull Floyd's ass back towards you and sheath yourself inside of him. Thrusting your hips forward at an easy pace, Floyd began to moan and push himself back to meet yours. "Oh fuck yea!~ Harder!~" the mer moaned obnoxiously.
"Fuck my tight little eel pussy, MC! Just like that!~ Yea! Oh! Fuck yes!"
The eel below you played up his moans, practically yelling for all to hear.You were expecting him to do this, play up his moans and be and say filthy things. You weren't expecting what comes next.
Floyd grabs the pot and pan from the nightstand that he put there beforehand and slams them together, resulting in a loud CLUNK. He continues to bang them together to the rhythm of your hips. The moans and creaking above you stopped.
"Dude, I'm literally inside you right now, what the fuck."
The eel let out a laugh. "C'mon MC, let's mess with them a little, yeah?"
"Oh my fucking God, Floyd"
"Come on, say something funny!"
Floyd continued to bang the pots and pans together rhythmically, mimicking your thrusts. There's no doubt your neighbors are pissed at you.
"Like…?"
"Like this, watch OH FUCK YEAH USE THE APPLESAUCE! SPREAD IT ALL OVER ME OOOHH!~"
You held back a laugh as you continued your thrusts. Oh if this is what he wants, this is what he gets. You knew even if you were to be quiet Floyd wouldn't stop.
"Oh, Floyd! Not the Barbeque sauce! Wait! OH!"
You swear you hear murmuring above you as you both yell out. Below you Floyd drops the pot and shoves the pan onto the nightstand carelessly, knocking over the lamp on top of it. The lamp hits the floor loudly and shatters on impact, echoing throughout the room.
"What the fuck was that Dire?"
"I don't know- should we intervene? The mood is kind of ruined now anyway…"
Floyd laughs at the conversation above him and amps up his moans even more. "Fuck yes, Shrimpy! Lay your weird eggs in me! YES YES YES!"
Floyd's moans become raspy as ruts against you. You guess he got too much into character as he ends up losing his grip on the pan as he waves it around and throws it into the window. The window breaks. You stop your thrusts as you and Floyd look over at the now broken window. "Oops…"
A sudden thud presumably from the pan hitting the ground resonates, the voice that comes after is louder.
"MALLEUS GET DOWN WE ARE UNDER ATTACK SOMEONE IS ATTEMPTING TO ASSASSINATE YOU WITH A PAN. SILVER WE MUST ESCORT MALLEUS-SAMA OUT OF HERE!"
You bury your face into Floyd's back as you let out a laugh, Floyd laughing along with his raspy voice. You have practically forgotten what you were originally doing- fucking the brains out of Floyd. The mer pushes back against you, impatiently as to remind you. Hips move to meet his once again, rougher this time. The sound of slapping skin echoed loudly and you swear you hear the staff members above you groan. Floyd's had his fun for tonight and both of you just want to finish up.
Floyd shifts below you, switching positions so he can face and mark your chest.
Floyd was cut off by the door slamming open, a very angry-looking Leona standing in the doorway. The lion didn't know what was happening at first and his mouth started moving before his brain caught up.
"Can both of you shut the FUCK up? Some of us are trying to sl-"
Floyd came right when Leona burst in. Ribbons of white fluid spray out and decorate your face and his body. You both were frozen, staring at Leona, Floyd having no shame had a smug face that read 'god you wish you were me right now' look to it.
Leona's wide-eyed face contorted from anger to disgust at what he just witnessed, obviously thinking that it was some annoying prank and that the two of you weren't actually fucking.
"Wanna join?" Floyd asks before Leona slams the door shut and leaves.
Fun fact: eels can change gender. Also, u know apparently eels signal wanting to mate by opening their jaws? Anyways here's MC eating out Floyd in eel form.
GN, NSFW below.
Floyd laid back against the sand near the rocky tidepool, his upper torso resting out of the shallow water below him. Obnoxious moans spill out of his lips as you straddle his long tail that rests below the water. You can feel his tail twitch below you and his claws grip your head as you lap at his genital slit, running fingers against it gently.
"Fuck, Shrimpy! That feels good-!" the blue mer spoke from above you in his usual playfully mischievous tone. A lazy grin was on his face showing off sharp fangs. You pull away from his slit, eliciting a whine from the eel.
"Aww come on! Why'd you stop??" You pulled Floyd's face to yours for a kiss, the over-excited mer wasted no time shoving his tongue down your throat and biting at your lips hard enough to draw blood. His tail rubs against the spot between your thighs as you continue to rub his slit. The action makes Floyd moan into your mouth and buck his hips trying to get you to speed up. His tail swaying between you, impatient as ever.
Biting into Floyd's neck, he lets out another moan and words of encouragement for you to continue. "Heh~ Don't be afraid to draw blood! It's only fair with what I do to you heh heh!~" He grins down at you and with another bite to decorate his collarbone, his slit finally begin to open.
You pulled away from his neck admiring all new marks and bits of blood that trickled out. The mer below you looks up with a blitzed smile. Good thing Floyd's sadomasochistic, you guessed, and you pressed your lips against the slit once again.
Licking along the line and shoving your tongue deep inside, you feel it open even more, allowing a small tip to pop out. You let out a small chuckle as you suck on the tip, helping your boyfriend unsheath himself. Floyd's whines and squirms beneath you, rutting into your mouth. You feel the length below you grow.
Pulling off with a pop, you feel the rest of his length slide out into your hand. It writhes and wraps against your fingers, making Floyd buck his hips into your hand, letting out loud whines. The tail between your legs tenses up and twitches along with his slit, begging for stimulation.
Floyd was now grinding against your hand as you massaged his length and dipped back down to his slit, lapping at it once again. The eel gasps and grips onto you, bucking against your tongue and hand. He shoves your face into his slit, trying to quicken the pace of your tongue while your hand works wonders on his cock.
"Fffuuuck yes Shrimpy! Just like that, I'm so close I'm gonna lose it."
You use your free hand to spread his slit open and push your tongue even deeper into him. Hopefully no one was on the beach with how loud Floyd was being. Shameless moans and whines that just grow louder as you tongue fuck him while rubbing his shaft.
Your hips buck and start to grind against Floyd's tail in rhythm with the strokes along the needy tendril wrapping around your fingers, desperate for your own release. The tail bucks up to meet your movements, swaying and splashing erratically in the water below. You feel some of the ocean water hit your back as the mer's squirming continues.
Without warning, the tail wraps around you, squeezing as Floyds walls tighten against your tounge. Floyd practically squeals as he cums, covering your hand and face with slick. The tail around you loosens and Floyd lays back in slack, a dazed smirk across his face.
"Don't think we're done yet, Floyd."
"Heh heh heh~ Of course not Shrimp- nng!"
You cut Floyd off by shoving your fingers into his cunt, shock replacing the lazy, mischievous smirk he had before. This was far from over
May I request Jade, Floyd and Azul with an extremely dominant partner who's also a (much bigger) eel/octopus mer that wants to breed? Eggs go brrr
Mc is a Hermaphrodite, Mc cannot fertilize their own eggs. Also octopus "tentacles" are called arms but I am going to call them tentacles to differentiate between his octopus arms and human arms.
Azul has a monster pussy between his tentacles cause the way octopus mate irl is a bit…
Also, Azul doesn't really have oviposition in it I got a bit too into the foreplay lmao also fun fact I based some of the praise in his part off a poem of my cat 💀
Azul
Azul shuddered underneath you, your tentacles interlacing his own as you pulled him close. The cramped underwater cave forces you both closer together. The Cephalopod below you shifts color, obviously shy, and hides his face behind his hands.
You don't let his nervous look go unnoticed. Azul was always insecure about his octopus form growing up. He was bullied for his beautiful form, wishing that he could have been born any other type of mer. When he met you, he couldn't help but be a bit envious of how you took your own octopus form with pride, wishing he would be just like you.
You frown a bit at his expression, knowing well he's nervous of your judgment. Being bullied for your race and weight can make you feel like that, and it was something that could not easily be undone. You pry his hands off his face and press a small kiss to his lips. Tonight, you were dedicating yourself to him.
"You're so fucking beautiful Azul…" The mer below you flushed brighter, colors shifting to match the rocks below him, trying to disappear. "D.. don't say stuff like that..!" "I mean it, Azul."
You wrap your mating tentacle around his squeezing gently, making Azul jump. Using your own tentacle, you bring his to your lips. "I love your arms here… they're so pretty when they change color and all eight of them are strong, just like you…"
Azul was too embarrassed- no– too in shock to deny your affections as he watched with wide eyes. You take his hand and kiss it. "And these hands, so beautiful, so soft. You've wiped away my tears with them many times. Your fingers are all so perfect… I hope to put a ring on one someday…"
Your mating tentacle pumps his slowly, encouraging his hectocotylus to come out. Azul let out a small gasp, his form trying to disappear and blend in with the rocks below him. "Please Azul, show yourself."
"Are… a-are you sure?" "Of course, my love." You smile down at him as she shifts back to his true colors, looking away nervously. You press a kiss to his chest. "Your heartbeat always calms me down, it is my lullaby every night and I will never tire of it. It reminds me that you are here and well. You make the pain of existence worth living." Another kiss to his neck.
"You always make the cutest expressions when I kiss here- ah, there it is!" You chuckle as the mer turns his face away. "Oh and this precious mole of yours, it decorates you so well… it highlights those lips of yours." Azul shudders at the praise and the stimulation of his mating tentacle, tears welling in his eyes.
A kiss to the lips and he closes his eyes, leaning into it. You take your hand and rub his eyelids, pulling away to place a kiss on them along with the crown of his head. "I'm sure that any devil that would lay their eyes on you would kiss your eyes closed and repent just so they can admire you."
You finally bring yourself down to his stomach, placing a hand across it. You suddenly pull his whole body to yours and pepper his abdomen with kisses. The sudden movement elicits another gasp before it turns into laughter at the assault. "S-to~p! Haha! Stop it! MC!!"
The mer that was cowering below you just a few minutes ago was gone, replaced with a much happier one. You stop and place one last kiss to his navel, relishing in his gasps for breaths as you speak against him. "And you know how I feel about this part of you. Big or small, it's you, and I love you so much Azul, I- I don't think you understand."
You hold his face, wiping away tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I would die for you. I would swim off into the deep end for the illusion of you, my pearl. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You are beautiful, I wish that you can see yourself through my eyes…" you hold him close now letting him cry into your shoulder. "But it's okay, we'll work together on it okay?"
Azul was a flustered mess, not at all used to being so loved. "Do you want to continue, my pearl? Tonight's about you after all." Azul bashfully looked away and smiled a little. "That… that would be nice."
You gently pull away and massage both of your intertwined mating tentacles, his hectocotylus slowly coming out along with yours. They both wrap around and rub against each other, stimulating moans from the both of you. You pull one tentacle off his own, using it to wrap around his abdomen and pressing your clits within your acetabulums together.
You rut against him, taking in his expression as he leans his head back in moans. The tentacle around his abdomen threatens to leave suction marks as you speed the pace up, feeling the suckered walls of Azul press against you.
"Azul… let me take care of you…" Azul flushed and nodded dumbly, body shifting colors again from pleasure. You pulled your acetabulum away from him, making him whine below you. As of now your own release didn't matter, you can deal with it later.
You unwrapped your mating tentacle from his, pressing it between his labia. The hectocotylus squirms, desperate to go into Azul and fill him up with sperm and eggs. You take his own hectocotylus into your mouth and suck on it gently, causing Azul to let out a loud moan.
You slide your hectocotylus into him as you take the appendage deeper into your mouth, by now Azul was loud at your ministrations. Moans kept spilling past his lips as he begged for you. "Please!~ Just like that- please!-"
You feel his walls tighten, the suckers within it pulling you in and squeezing tightly around your hectocotylus and mating tentacle. You start to shove the tentacle in and out a bit more roughly as you lap up all the cum dripping down Azul's mating tentacle. The appendage you lap at squirms violently before tensing up.
White liquid floats through the water above as Azul rides out his orgasm, the fellow octopus convulsing and panting for a bit. "More... please." Azul pants below you. You smirk, feeling the eggs within you pump through your tentacles. It was gonna be a long night dedicated to your lover.
Jade
(Context for these two: when eels open their jaws super-wide it's an invitation to mate, they are also intersex. Also, blood warning cause eels do be kinda rough tho.)
You both wrapped around each other, tails intertwining as you wrestled along the seafloor. The kelp forest danced with your movements as you both playfully tossed and turned amongst the sand, causing a rather large cloud to form. You both smirked at each other, fangs on display before leaning into a kiss.
You coiled around Jade's tail tighter, the excess swaying below you. You are much longer than him, and a bit thicker as well with how jade struggled to fully wrap around you. The eel pulls away before opening his jaw and clamps down on your neck.
You let out a hiss as his fangs cut through your skin easily, blood wafting through the water, staining its path red. Jade pulled away with a cheeky smirk, showing his bloodstained fangs. Eels were naturally rough with each other, you knew well that the bit would heal up in no time. Plus you supposed it's only fair that he can rough you up considering you came out on top.
Your slits are pressed against each other, both of you rutting and squeezing your tails together rhythmically, trying to get them to open. Jade let out a hiss as he felt your cock press into his slit, his own trying to wrap around it. You smirk and guide his cock into your own slit, letting out a groan as it squirms into you. Your walls tighten around him as he tightens around you, his tail practically trying to suffocate you.
You release your tails coil around Jade a bit and put your hands on either side of him, thrusting yourselves into each other. Your pace is quick and rough, just how Jade likes it as it gives him an excuse to mark you. He looks up with you, a dark look in his eyes. You feel his claws scrape along your back, deeper as he goes down.
You feel blood trickle out of your lower back from his marks and you let out a growl that Jade chuckles at. "I don't get why you're growling, the way you tightened around me says that you like it." "Quiet Jade," You said, drawing a 'fufufu' from the eel below you. The water around the both of you had toxic streams of red floating up from where you both lay.
You shove your tongue down Jade's throat, your tail wraps around his, forcing his hips to meet yours with each thrust. Your tongues dance around each other messily, both snarling into each other as your orgasms build. You pull away from his mouth and loosen your tail around him.
Ever so gently, as ironic as that was, you both gently pull out a few inches from within each other. It was a practiced move you both have learned together from years of living through mating cycles together. Your hands dig into the sand below and Jade's hands steady your hips, holding them in place.
You felt your eggs pump into him slowly, one by one. It was a gradual pace that was easy on the body. Jade shifted below you as he felt the eggs pump into him, before you know it you feel some of his own within you. Jade's pace was much different from yours. His eggs were meant to be deposited quickly by a ready partner and wasted no time rocketing into you.
You grunt at the feeling and start to lower your hips gently to his, thrusting into each other yet again as you both got used to the eggs. You feel your cock push the eggs you laid into jade deeper as more push out. Jade grunts and lets out a few snarls of his own before gripping harder on your hips, claws once again breaking skin. You don't know how you would explain these marks when they healed.
You keep your pace, your walls tightening around Jade and cock squirming inside of him. Jade's moans get louder, a telltale sign he's close. "Hah… ah, cmon Jade, cum for me will ya?" Jade grabs your face forcing your lips to his in another battle of tongues.
You both moan Into each other, whines spilling from Jade's throat as you feel a familiar heat filling you up. You throw your head back and relish the feeling of being filled up. You too were close.
The feeling of both your slit being filled and the inside of Jade becoming overwhelming. You pull off of jades mouth, "Shit Jade, I'm cumming- fuck!" You froze as you fill Jade with your seed, pulling out of each other gently as you watch the excess sperm float out of both your slits.
You lay next to each other, chuckling, feeling the eggs press inside of you. You can tell by the way Jade shifts slightly that he feels it too. The blue eel below you looks up at you devious look in his eyes. You have a feeling when you both get your energy back, and when your marks heal up he's gonna pounce on you. After all, you both have to lay your eggs later.
Floyd
Sex with Floyd was always an experience. Sometimes he'll be domming you before getting bored and pulling you on top of him. Other times he's very keen on trying something very experimental and not completely safe. Sometimes in the middle of sex, he would bring up odd conversations and you have to remind him that it may not be the best time to ask if we're having chicken for dinner.
Today was one of more experimental days. Granted, laying eggs inside each other was relatively normal for marine life, but Floyd was in a more wild mood.
"Are you sure you want me to use you like this- like you're a toy? In the shallows?"
"Ooo yeah! It'll be so fun! Oh, and when you lay your eggs in me it's gonna feel so good. I wonder how many I can fit- maybe we can count after!" How enthusiastic of him. You sometimes forget how unhinged and insane Floyd could be.
After a bit of preparation, making sure his slit was aroused and opened, you wrapped your much larger tail around his, resting yourself against the sand. It was extremely shallow here, your upper body out of the water along with Floyd's upper body that you held in between your tail. You lay yourself against a rather large boulder sticking out of the sand and pressed yourself into Floyd's slit.
Floyd let out shameless moans as you thrust into him. His jaw hung open, making your instincts go wild. You gripped onto him tighter, feeling his own tail thrash behind him as you abuse his holes. The way his tongue hangs out makes you realize that he truly enjoys being treated like a glorified fleshlight. His eyes have a darkened hue and he smirks, tongue still hanging as you recognize that expression. He's gonna ask something weird.
"C'mooon~" he whines. "Be rougher! I want to have super cool scars on me that people will ask- ah- where I got it from and I'll get to brag about– ngh– you!" That's oddly sweet considering he just asked you to make him bleed fuck him silly. Of course who were you to not comply?
You coil around Floyd, bringing him closer to you as you roughly thrust onto him. You growl as you hold onto his neck using fangs, your claws in his hair, and pulling it back. Floyd practically screams as you continue, the sadomasochist in him enjoying every second of it. The water around you both splashes violently as you continue.
"Cmon, cmon! Lay your eggs in me I'm ready- I'm so ready!" His eyes rolled back and his speech became incoherent whines as you kept up your punishing pace. "Pleeease! Please please please- pleasepleasepl- oh fuck!"
Your cock twitched within him, eggs slowly entering him as you fuck him roughly, giving no time for him to adjust. Floyd continues to moan as you fill him up, his stomach slightly bulging from the amount of eggs you've lain in him.
With a sudden jerk of Floyd's body, he cums, slit tightening around you as you tease it with your thumb. You release your bite on his nape to let his body rest. A few more thrusts of your own and you cum into him as well, pulling him up closer to shore so you can see cum leak out of him without it washing away.
You pull out of him, watching how his slit prolapses as cum leaks out of him. You teasingly press a thumb in him, spreading him out more. Floyd lets out a whine, seemingly exhausted, before suddenly shooting straight up with excitement.
"Woah I felt a lot of eggs! Oh! Let's push them out and count. And maybe if I lose count we shove them all back in and start aaaaaalllll over from the very beginning~!" Floyd's voice was so innocently excited as if he didn't say something the complete opposite. Floyd's tail curls around you as he props himself up with his arms.
You know the drill by now and wrap around him, massaging the area around his slit to encourage the eggs to come out. Floyd groans as he pushes out egg by egg, slit dripping semen.
"10… 11…12… oh fuck… 14… no wait. Ahhh… I guess we have to start all over!~ heh heh heh~" Floyd picked up the eggs and started shoving them back into himself. This was gonna be a long afternoon.
