cw: sub! mizuki, dom reader, masochism, emotional dependency, praise kink; jealousy, hair-pulling, crying kink, possessiveness, vulnerable behavior, power dynamics.
a/n: i was watching kamisama kiss and couldn't pass up the opportunity to write about the adorable mizuki <33
mizuki is the kind of sub who doesn’t just crave affection he craves intensity, the kind of sensation that lets him feel anchored to someone after a lifetime of loneliness; his masochism isn’t dark or cruel, but emotional, almost tender, because for him a little pain is another form of closeness, another proof that your attention is firmly on him, that you’re touching him with intention instead of pity.
whenever you correct him with real firmness when you pull his hair, grip his jaw, press your fingers into his hips, or leave faint marks along his skin he shivers, not just with arousal but with pure validation; his body reacts too quickly, too easily, trembling under your hands like something delicate that gets stronger the harder you hold it, and every controlled sting makes his breath stutter.
his masochistic streak is tied tightly to his jealousy and his hunger for affection; when he feels ignored or overshadowed by someone else, he becomes even more responsive to pain, almost eager for it, as if earning your attention through sensation; a bite, a slap, a harsh squeeze to his thigh each one draws out a soft, broken sound from him, his eyes shining as if begging you to keep looking only at him.
mizuki is noisy in the most innocent way: he gasps, whines, whimpers, and lets out choked little cries that he absolutely cannot hide; every sharp touch pulls a sound out of him, and each noise reveals exactly how much he feels, how exposed he is, how easily he unravels under the smallest controlled hurt; his voice goes high, breathy, trembling, almost childlike in its sincerity.
he responds better to physical guidance than verbal orders; if you take his wrists and place them where you want them, his whole body relaxes into the pose; if you push him gently to his knees, he melts instantly; hair-pulling makes his spine arch, a hand around his throat makes his eyes flutter shut, and firm hands on his hips make him obey without a single question his body listens even faster than his mind.
he is deeply emotional, a sub who can cry easily when sensation overwhelms him; the tears aren’t from pain, but from the shock of being wanted, the sweetness of your attention, the overwhelming pleasure of finally being seen; his face crumples, his lips tremble, he tries to hide behind his hands or your shoulder, but he never pulls away; he cries into your touch, not away from it.
his confidence depends heavily on continuous affection; harshness without tenderness wounds him fast, making him shut down, doubt himself, or shrink back; but when you mix pain with warmth when your bite is followed by a kiss, when your slap is followed by praise mizuki becomes beautifully obedient, the kind of soft, trembling devotion that molds perfectly to your hands.
he is naturally obedient even outside of anything sexual, which makes his submission feel instinctive; when you give an instruction, he bows his head slightly, blushes, lowers his gaze, and follows you with a kind of quiet eagerness, as if your guidance is the only thing keeping him grounded; a gentle “come here” can undo him completely.
his whole body is expressive; he touches you constantly, clinging to sleeves, kimonos, hands, or arms; his head rests on your lap or shoulder whenever you allow it; during submission he grows even more tactile, needing the reassurance of your skin, your warmth, your presence contact stabilizes him, keeps him from spiraling into insecurity.
ignoring him is far more painful than any slap or bite; if you turn away from him when he’s sensitive, he wilts quiet, sad, casting long, longing glances your way, staying close but not daring to interrupt; to win back your attention, he becomes dramatically obedient, kneeling at your feet, offering his throat, lowering his eyes, showing you through action how desperately he wants you to look at him again.
his innocence blends strangely with his desire for pain; mizuki asks for things he doesn’t fully understand with a voice too sweet to handle, tilting his head in confusion when something hurts and then gasping when the pleasure rushes in after; he discovers his masochism through you, realizing how much he likes pain only when your hands are the ones giving it, trusting you in a way he wouldn’t dare trust anyone else.
in the end, mizuki is a sub who feels too much, wants too deeply, and gives himself away too easily not because he’s weak, but because his heart was built for affection, for loyalty, for emotional surrender; his masochism amplifies that devotion, turning every sting and every whimper into proof of how fully he belongs to you, how thoroughly he wants to be held, guided, hurt just enough to feel alive under your hands.
Deep down, Shun knew that Dark Reunion wasn't real and that everything was all a fantasy but he could never actually accept it. He was sure there was something in this world that could prove magic and superpowers were real but he didn't think he’d be proven right like this.
Shun crawls underneath a tilted rock hoping it'll give him enough coverage to hide from you, the very scary and large monster he encountered. He got carried away while roleplaying on vacation and he ended up in this cave. You couldn't resist his sweet scent so you approached him but he was understandably scared shitless and ran away from you.
He holds his breath and closes his eyes as he thinks of a way to escape. His shirt is tattered thanks to him trying to use his "powers" against you. He thought that, if monsters are real, maybe his power is too. It gave him confidence but it was ripped away from him when your claws sliced his shirt and proved that he's truly helpless against you. He's been running around in this cave with his chest exposed and the sight of that made you crave him more. He's too scared to be embarrassed about it.
He unwraps the red bandages on his hands and uses them to deal with his wounds. He stares at his hand, wondering if his bandages really sealed his powers, then makes another attempt to use them. Nothing. He feels hopeless. How is he supposed to escape?
He jumps and covers his mouth at the sound of heavy footsteps. You lift the rock and toss it aside, it breaks into smaller pieces. His heart drops, so much for being inconspicuous. He bets he'll look just like those pebbles in a minute. He shuts his eyes tight. His heart is beating so fast. Your knees find their places on either side of him and your claws rip off the rest of his clothes. He hopes you're not planning to eat him. You are, but only figuratively.
You flip him onto his back and spread his legs. His body is perfectly curvy with his wide hips and his thick thighs. His pink inverted nipples, his well grown t-cock, and his chubby pussy make him even more sexy. All of it combined makes him perfect for breeding.
He lets out a shaky gasp as you drag your tongue up his pussy. Relief and pleasure washes over him. “Aah~!” His shriek echoes around the cave walls as you slide your tongue into him. It's so big that you might as well be fucking him. Your clawed hands slide up to grope his soft tits and it only takes him seconds to squirt. He bucks up his hips as you continue to take your time with him. He bites down on his lip and grins. He's had many fantasies about this before and if you're not planning to kill him, he has no problem letting you indulge in his body while he does the same. It's overwhelming but he loves it.
He shivers as your tongue departs from his pussy and squirts once again as your mouth wraps around his t-cock. You clean him up then drag your tongue to his chest. He shudders as you help his shy nipples get out of their shells.
Shun moans as you suck on his nipple. He wonders how many times he can have an orgasm before he completely loses his mind. “Hah~” He bites down on his lip and comes once again. His eyes widen and his face reddens even further as you kiss him. Your mouth is almost swallowing his face but somehow, it works. He feels the rest of his body getting warmer and the pain from his injuries are getting less noticeable.
You pull away and finally free your cock.
"Uhn–" He bites down on his lip as you try to force your way inside. It isn't incredibly painful but his body definitely isn't used to something of your size. Your hand is too big and your claws are too sharp to safely touch his t-cock so you use the palm of your hand to rub it. Your effort to pleasure him without hurting him, more than you already are, is successful. His sensitivity triggers another orgasm, earning you an easier entrance into his pussy. He can't believe his body is able to fit your ridiculously large dick. The fact that he hasn't passed out is even more unbelievable.
His toes curl as your cock hits his cervix, your cum filling up his womb. It seems to have an interestingly arousing effect on his body. Your cock soon enters his womb, making him squeak in surprise. "Haah~ so deep~" His voice is trembling. It feels even better now, he's drowning in ecstasy. He moans shamelessly as you fuck him. “Yes– yes–!” His mind is already breaking.
He loves the way you sound. Your deep, growly moans are making him even more aroused. You stare intensely at how well his pussy is taking you. All you can think about is how badly you want to completely stuff it with your cum until it makes his stomach swell as it overflows. Your thrusts become rougher as your heat-addled brain overloads with desire. You're not going to be able to let him go after this.
Your quickened movements only serve to please him more. Shun bites down on his lip again and makes a blissful smile. His eyes roll to the back of his head pornographically as he squirts. He makes a cute, dreamy sound when he feels another load of your cum entering him.
You move your hand away from him and slow your thrusts so you can properly admire the way your cum dribbles out of his cunt every time you move. You're even more excited to see what it looks like when you pull out. That is, if you can even get yourself to leave his wet heat.
Shun, on the other hand, is interested in his bulging stomach and makes an even goofier grin than before, now that he can really see it. “Ssoo guhd~” His lashes flutter.
Drool dribbles down from your chin and onto his torso. He twitches from the feeling, you're so big that it feels like he's being rained on.
Your monstrous clawed hands lose their sharpness as you reach over to gently caress his cheek. You're slowly returning to your normal form, a form that will let you be more gentle to this poor soul…not that he actually wants you to be anyways. Thankfully for Shun, the size of your cock doesn't change.
“Cute...” He mumbles.
You smile and rub your thumbs around his nipples. You don't know how you'll react if he rejects you later. His mind is impaired thanks to your ability, which allows you to soothe and force arousal in your prey when you're going through your heat cycle, but it doesn't last forever. You might have to kidnap him and properly break his mind over time. You won't be able to get over him. You don't even know his name or where he's from but you're obsessed.
You sink your teeth into his neck to mark him and dump one final load into him. He giggles adorably, he's only able to feel a tickle thanks to you. His eyes slowly close as he falls asleep.
currently thinking about men who pack monstrously huge cocks, yet haven’t the faintest idea on how to use them properly...
there’s something ironic in it — the way their size betrays their presence. all that cock, and still so so sensitive, fluttering under the lightest graze of your fingertips.
they can barely last five minutes with you, hips jerking, balls aching with weight, heavy and full, begging for release like it’s a burden they’ve never learned to carry.
its definitely a sight for sore eyes: watching them bounce back on you, the plushness of their ass slamming into your hips with a frantic sort of rhythm, cock flopping hopelessly against their stomach with each thrust.
it’s obscene, ridiculous even, the way it slaps, glossed with so much slick that they’re forced to trail a digit along the underside just to gather the dripping mess of their own arousal.
of course, it’s not about size, most say. it’s about the motion of the ocean.
and yes, they do know how to roll their hips like a filthy little whore for you — that much they’ve mastered. they grind and swivel and moan with every bit of heat they can muster, like they’re performing in front of a large crowd — as if their life depends on it, using you as their own personal dildo.
but truthfully, the only thing they’re good at is taking cock. yours, specifically.
you do have to remind them of this, though — gently at first, and then, less so obvious — especially when they start to get cocky about it, throwing around wild ideas about topping you instead, smacking their cock against your cheek before you're sticking a knuckle up their ass.
it never lasts, or works, for that matter.
you’ve learned to read that devilish glint in their eyes, the one that spells trouble, the one that ends with them face down, ass up, hole exposed to the drafty air, and begging with tears in their eyes.
men with big cocks don’t always carry egos to match, but the ones who do… they tend to get bold, cheeky, and a little bit audacious.
CONTENT ⓘ ████ ﹙ dom bttm afab wriothesley & sub top male reader ﹚ handcuffs / restraints, power dynamics, teasing, praise, pet names, overstimulation, creampie, somnophilia: wc 758
wriothesley wakes you with his cunt wrapped tight around your cock, slick and warm and impossibly wet, his breath shallow above you. your wrists are bound to the headboard in cold alloy cuffs, the metal biting gently into your skin each time he rolls his hips forward — slow, precise, like he’s been at it for a while now. like he’s been using you long before your mind even resurfaced from slumber.
he’s whispering little sighs under his breath, high and sweet, fingers curled into the sheets either side of your waist as he rocks on you, eyes shut in bliss. the room is a quiet save for the rhythmic squelch of his arousal and the faint clink of the cuffs, your cock aching inside him, pulsing in overstimulated surrender.
you stir properly only when the velvety vice of his walls tightens — his cunt flutters, spasms, milks you on instinct, and the small broken noise you make spills out in helpless waves.
his pace doesn't falter. he leans back slightly, palms flat on your knees now, thighs parted lewdly as he lifts himself up and sinks back down with a long breathy sigh, your length gleaming with his arousal. he fucks himself open on your cock like it’s his damn job, soft and sure, flushed and dripping.
you blink, dazed. “w-wha… wrio? why’m i in— a-ah— cuffs? baby?”
he lets out a snort, light and breathless, hips slightly stuttering. he’s amused, almost fond, that you’re asking about the cuffs and not the multiple loads of cum already spilling out of his used hole — evidence of your earlier sleep-taken rut glazed over his thighs.
“only just noticed that, did you?” he drawls, accent lilting soft like warm rain. “not the part where i’ve been fuckin’ myself stupid on you for the last… what, hour?”
you stare. you’re not sure you’re breathing. his clit is flushed and fat, sticky strands webbing from it to your groin each time he lifts up and lets you see how full he is. every drag of your cock inside him earns a flutter of lashes and a high, broken sigh.
“mornin’, sweetheart,” he purrs, shifting just so — so your tip presses up into something that makes him twitch violently and throw his head back, throat bobbing. “sleep well? looks like this guy didn’t.” his palm trails down to stroke along your stomach and navel, resting just above where your cock disappears into him.
“wr-wrio—?” you gasp again, body moving on instinct, thrusting up into his ethereal warmth. he allows it, laughing gently under his breath, even as he keeps your hands pinned above your head.
“that’s it. there you are, finally fuckin’ awake.”
you feel boneless, trapped in the warmth of him. your hips rut up into his greedy little cunt, barely able to keep rhythm as his walls suck you deeper, and his body glows with heat — skin flushed rose gold, hair tousled, sweat pooling at the small of his back. your lashes lower, and all you can do is stare at where you’re joined, mesmerised.
“hmm?” he tilts his head, condescending in the way he leans down to kiss you just beneath the eye, mocking sweetness dripping from his tone. “you gonna cum again? ruin me some more? can’t even help yourself, can you?”
you gasp out a curse and spill inside him again, your whole body arching up to meet his. it’s messy, hot, endless. your chest heaves and your brain blanks. before he can smirk about it again, you throw your weight upward, flipping him onto his back, cuffs still clinging around your wrists.
he lets out a breathless oof as you settle above him, cock still buried in his pulsing cunt, your thighs caging his hips. he moans through gritted teeth when the motion drives you even deeper than before, pussy clenching like a vice around you, desperate for every inch you can offer him.
you’re big, he thinks to himself.
“fuck—” he gasps, curling slightly, one arm thrown over his eyes, body twitching beneath you, tongue slightly lolling out.
you lean in, hot against his cheek. “you’re so mean,” you murmur, breath catching, voice hoarse and thick. “unshackle me now… your fucking dildo isn’t done with you yet.”
he peeks at you from under his arm, smirking through his haze, still short-winded. “bold of you to assume i’m lettin’ you go.”
you roll your hips down slowly, pulling a mewling sob from him, and grin.
“we’ll see about that, duke wriothesley.”
CASEDEVIANT ████ 2025 𖦏 do not translate, plagiarise, redistribute or ai train my writing﹙ all works belong to me ﹚visuals are from the yaoi 'flashlight'
CONTENT ⓘ ████ ﹙ sub bottom alhaitham & dom top male reader ﹚ anal sex, creampie, post-sex cuddles, spooning, cock warming, dirty talk, soft dom reader, bratty alhaitham, post-argument sex, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation: wc 2.7k
﹫ CASEDEVIANT : not sure what this depravity turned into but enjoyy <3 breaking a man like alhaitham is equal parts impossible as it is irresistible... and that’s what makes it so fun 🥺
your hips are flush to alhaitham’s, pressed close with no space to breathe between skin and skin. his palms rest flat against your chest, fingers twitching, fluttering in a half hearted attempt to push you away — but they don’t follow through.
he thinks you’re so big like this — so deep inside, so heavy, stretching him far beyond what he expected to take, and yet he keeps letting you.
the position alone has his thoughts somersaulting in chaos, his mind stuttering as your gaze falls to the flush on his cheeks, his parted lips, his eyes that struggle to meet yours.
he swears he can feel you throb harder inside him when you watch him like that. when you drink him in like he’s art, ruined and perfect.
it’s the nth round now — he’s long since lost track, and you’re no better, lips parted with every pant, sweat slicking your spine.
you’re a mess for him. and you can’t help it — your fingers sink deeper into the soft flesh of his hips, grounding yourself, dragging him closer and using him for your own pleasure. he clings instinctively, legs loose and trembling around your waist, needing the contact to keep from collapsing entirely.
you never realised how beautiful alhaitham could be until now — not when he’s at one of sumeru's library desks or making smug little quips — but here, right now, wrapped around your cock, skin flushed and lips bitten, his usual composure shredded to ribbons.
it’s like time holds its breath just to let you stare.
aloof, precise, unreadable — that version of him feels like a memory.
he still lingers in small ways: the ghost of a smug smile, the snide tone that haunted your mind from earlier. he always gets like that just before provoking you into this kind of mess — taunting you out of frustration, out of curiosity, maybe even longing.
no one else sees him like this. only you. fuck... yes, only you.
this side of him is soft and breakable, definitely bratty — appears only when he trusts you to see it. when he feels bold enough to spark that familiar anger in you, the kind that ends with his knees pinned to his chest and his voice hoarse from moaning.
it always starts this way — with emotion, loud and unpolished.
he never meant to enjoy being manhandled. not at first, at least. but somewhere between your teeth on his throat and your hand guiding his thighs apart, he began to crave it.
the illusion of control has peeled away. his body responding before his brain can catch up.
he’s figured it out now. he likes it.
no — he loves it.
you touching him like he’s yours. you knowing where every sensitive nerve lies beneath the surface. it’s turned into habit. then routine. and now — addiction.
it got so intense, that kaveh nearly walked in and stayed. and the only reason he didn’t was your half hearted protest and alhaitham’s unexpected rage — two weeks of silence that followed, even though he was the one screaming your name that night like his life was ending.
still.
he’s gorgeous like this.
his lips are slick with spit, glistening in the low lamplight, and you can’t help but remember how it all began — how easily he flushed, how easily he snapped, how he threw his full weight onto you in mock-defiance only to crumble seconds later when your mouth found the shell of his ear.
he doesn’t tolerate teasing. not in the slightest. especially not the mocking kind.
he snaps at it, bucks against it, sometimes tries to top you out of spite. sometimes, he plays the brat. other times, like now — he’s small in your arms, pliant and overstimulated, desperate for more but unable to say it.
and you know every weakness. it's quite amusing, and so easy to control him.
he’s a simple man, really — with simple needs. all you’ve ever had to do was make him need you, want you in a way that turns his every breath into your name.
you shift slowly, lean back on your heels, and lift his hips in your hands — he gasps at the change in angle, your cock nudging the spongy heat of his prostate, and his whole body jerks like a live wire.
you stay there a moment, watching him tremble, savouring the way his hands grasp at nothing but thin air.
then you sink back into the bed, arms looping lazily around his waist, your chin brushing the dip of his stomach.
you grin, cock still buried to the hilt, utterly content.
“you’re not going anywhere now,” you murmur, voice thick with heat, “not until i’m done with you.”
he doesn’t even argue.
he’s on top of you now, palms planted firm on either side of your stomach, breath coming quick and shallow.
the glare he gives you could melt glass — sharp and venomous — but the bloom of red across his cheeks betrays him instantly. he looks furious, yes, but also flustered. wrecked. you’d call it adorable if you weren’t too busy enjoying the view.
he knows exactly what you’re doing. exactly the kind of game you’re playing.
“move that slutty little ass for me, haitham,” you growl, voice low and rough, teasing the shape of his name as you speak.
you lift your knees higher, spreading your legs until your thighs meet the curve of his ass halfway. the motion drags him down, takes you deeper, and he gasps sharply, his tongue clicking against his teeth before dissolving into a low, broken grunt. his lashes flutter against his cheeks, wet and heavy.
he starts moving slowly, with uncertainty at first, testing how the angle feels, how your cock presses up inside him, dragging against every tender nerve.
he’s trying to be composed but fails miserably; every shift of his hips earns another soft sound, another tremor through his thighs.
“big,” he mumbles, half dazed, voice slurring into a breath that trembles. he can’t seem to keep his eyes on you — they dart, unfocused, lost in the sensation.
he lifts himself slightly, just enough for your cock to slip halfway out of him, the stretch easing for a heartbeat before he sinks back down, all the way, until the base of you meets the plush of his cheeks.
his legs quake. his lip trembles. you feel the pulse of his asshole clenching tight around you.
you reach down, thumb brushing the leaking tip of his cock, slick and hot, and he flinches. your gaze flicks back up to meet his, and the look you find there unravels something in you — wide-eyed, glassy, fucked-out, desperate.
if only he knew how beautiful he looked like this. maybe then he’d blush harder, maybe he’d stop pretending he wasn’t enjoying every filthy second of it. maybe teasing him wouldn’t be quite so easy.
but teasing him is your favourite part of all of this.
you let him ride you for a while, slow and hesitant, his pace almost torturous. your hands stay folded beneath your head, watching the way he moves on top of you — how his breath hitches when he slides down, how his body tightens each time you twitch inside him. he looks lost, and it’s gorgeous.
but patience was never your strong suit, unfortunately...
you reach forward suddenly, gripping his hips tight, and thrust up hard.
he gasps — a sharp, startled sound — and collapses against your chest. his nose grazes the side of your neck, brushing against your skin where your cologne lingers, and he shudders. the scent has him tense, and quivering. his ear drifts close to your lips, close enough for you to whisper every filthy thought that crosses your mind.
“you can do better than that, baby…” your voice is a low rumble against his skin, making him jolt.
“this little hole of yours — it’s a fucking slut, did you know that? hmm?”
you thrust again, slow, deliberate, your words curling in his ear.
“what was that, darling? you thought we were done? i’ve not even filled this pretty belly of yours yet.”
he whimpers softly, body arching, your name caught somewhere between his teeth.
you smirk against his temple, breath hot. “you look so pathetic like this, y’know? pathetic and clueless. it’s almost… endearing. definitely not the scribe most would view you as.”
he tries to answer but only manages a strangled noise. you grip his hips tighter, forcing him down until he’s fully seated again, cock buried deep.
“stop complaining,” you murmur, voice dark and thick with amusement, “and just take my cock like a good boy.”
you pause for a beat, hand sliding up his spine, fingers curling in his hair.
“use your words.”
his breath catches.
but the only sound that follows is a broken moan. wow... he was completely drenched in this moment.
it doesn’t take long before alhaitham spills across the plane of your stomach and chest, his composure shattering entirely. that fragile thread of dignity finally snaps the moment he realises just how good you can make him feel.
he gasps out half formed words, voice rough and breaking, mumbling about how sensitive his tip feels, how raw his asshole is with your cock still stuffing him to the hilt.
he moves slowly, trembling, bracing his hands against you as he lifts himself upright to look down.
his eyes are heavy lidded, glazed with the afterglow. alhaitham’s a big man — broad chest, sharp jaw, shoulders built for stillness — but here, his weight feels softer somehow.
his need hums through him. he’s all flushed skin and laboured breath, a man caught somewhere between defiance and surrender.
still, there’s authority in his gaze. even ruined like this, he looks at you like he’s assessing something — calculating, almost. the glint of control that never truly leaves him sends a small shiver up your spine.
you can’t tell whether he’s still angry about that argument earlier — the one that ended with him bent over, legs trembling, your cock pushing inside him until words were no longer possible to articulate — but the memory of it curls your lips into a smirk.
it gets your groins going every single fucking time.
he starts to move again before you can think too long, slow rolls of his hips pressing your cock deeper each time, the wet sound of him swallowing you whole filling the space between breaths.
you hiss, sharp and guttural, throwing a hand over his ass to grab a fistful of the flesh. your hips jerk upwards before you can stop yourself, meeting him halfway. he whines from the impact, body jolting forward, muscles tensing deliciously under your touch.
you exhale a hot breath against his skin, pulse racing, and then shift — your arm snakes around his waist, and in one fluid motion you pull him down into a tight mating press.
his knees hit the bed beside your hips and he cries out your name as your cock angles perfectly into him, hitting the spot that makes him break.
“fuck, you bastard — i just came!” alhaitham chokes out, eyes wide and frantic, flicking between the sight of his own cock bouncing helplessly against his stomach and your face above him — sweat-soaked, hungry, unrelenting.
you bite down on your lip, then release it with a slow, deliberate grin. leaning close to his ear, you whisper, voice low and wicked, “would you rather i go slow like this… instead?”
you ease out of him, slow enough that the sound is obscene — a wet pop echoing in the air as his hole twitches around nothing.
he gasps, back arching, face scrunching from the sudden emptiness. before he can catch his breath, you push back in — slow, steady, inch by inch — until you’re buried again.
the way he trembles beneath you feels almost sacred. each small movement draws a broken noise from his throat, tears beginning to shimmer along his lashes. he looks up at you then, locking eyes, that sharp green dulling with something fragile and furious all at once.
the look says everything. fuck you, you asshole. i hate you.
but you both know better.
you hold his gaze until he breaks first, eyes squeezing shut as you find that spot inside him again — dragging your cock along it just right, watching his composure unravel.
then his arms snake around your neck, pulling you down until your nose is pressed into the warm space between his jaw and shoulder.
his breath comes out ragged, trembling.
“please,” he breathes, voice hoarse and thin, “please— if you’re gonna fuck me, do it properly.”
you laugh softly against his skin, half amusement, half adoration, your hips still moving slow, deliberate and teasing.
you pull back just enough to look at him, raising a brow, grin curling at the corners of your mouth. “you don’t like it when i go slow like this?” you murmur. “funny, ‘cause i can feel you twitching like mad. your slutty little hole’s eating me right up, yknow.”
his face goes crimson, the flush spreading down his neck, and he turns his head away — but his body gives him away completely. his hole clenches greedily around you, pulse fluttering, need betraying every shred of pride he’s trying to cling to.
and you think — beautiful. fucking beautiful.
so fucking beautiful when he can’t hide anymore.
your pace quickens, hips snapping harder against him, and finally —finally — the moans begin to spill from alhaitham’s lips without restraint. soft at first, breathless, then thick with need, his voice slurring into a litany of broken words.
“so good… so good… feel so full… right— there— i think i’m gonna cum again…”
he sounds dazed, far gone, voice trembling at the edge of delirium. by now, the number of times he’s come must’ve shattered some unspoken record — his body shaking with overstimulation.
but it’s never quite enough. not when you haven’t even let go once yourself.
and it’s there, heavy in your gut. a tight, desperate coil. you’ve been holding it back for him.
you lean down, voice close to his ear, a wicked whisper against his flushed skin. “you want me to breed this greedy little hole of yours, hmm? fill it so deep it leaks? stuff it back in when it spills out?”
he gasps — chokes — then whines, the sound pathetic and gorgeous, “please… yes, yes— please cum in me. fill me up— want it so bad—”
that’s what undoes you.
you rut into him now with reckless urgency, the slap of skin against skin louder, wetter, faster than before. his body takes it all, pliant and trembling, his nails dragging across your back as you fuck him through another earth shattering orgasm.
your release hits you in one white-hot burst, burying yourself to the hilt with a final, stuttering thrust.
you groan against his neck, pressing your body into his as the pleasure crashes over you, sharp and endless. alhaitham clings to you, his cries softened into sobs, tears hot and wet against your shoulder as he tenses around your cock, wrung out and spent.
you lean back slightly, chest heaving, and pull out of him slow and deliberately. his eyes are closed, expression soft — utterly peaceful, lips parted, cheeks still flushed. you stare down at him in awe.
then you reach with one hand and pull a cheek aside, watching your cum leak from his hole in thick, lazy trails. it makes your stomach tighten with satisfaction.
“what a waste…” you murmur, voice low.
you press your cockhead back to him, still sensitive, still half hard, and slide inside again in one smooth motion. he lets out a whimper in his sleep drunk haze, hips twitching.
you shift him into a little spoon, pulling his back close to your chest, legs tangled. your hand finds his waist while your mouth moves to the curve behind his ear, lips dragging over the damp skin there, kissing softly.
your nose nuzzles the side of his neck, following the slick line of sweat that runs down his spine.
you feel the slow thud of his pulse beneath your lips, steady again, no longer frantic. he’s still warm around you, still holding you tight without meaning to.
you press one final kiss to his shoulder.
“goodnight, my love.”
CASEDEVIANT ████ 2025 𖦏 do not translate, plagiarise, redistribute or ai train my writing﹙ all works belong to me ﹚visuals are from the yaoi 'flashlight'
CONTENT WARNINGS ⓘ ████ ﹙ various bottom genshin impact men & dom top gn reader ﹚ how they handle their 'first time' with you: wc 1.2k
“good… feels nice… mmm.”
his voice is barely there, a quiet flutter beneath you, and it’s hard to gauge his mood until you gaze down. his cheeks are ruddy, almost feverish, and a delicate furrow sits between his brows — like he’s dazed and overwhelmed, unsure how to name this new sensation blooming in the pit of his belly.
you move your hips again, drawn-out and steady, and it makes him clutch instinctively at your lower stomach, fingers pressing into the grooves of your v-line as though it’s the only thing anchoring him to you.
tears are starting to gather along his lashes, fattening at the corners of his eyes, trembling but not yet falling.
you think it’s impossibly sweet, how his body keeps giving him away — squirming each time you sink deeper into his tight heat, even as his legs stay parted and welcoming.
“i can stop, if you’re uncomfortable?”
the suggestion sends a little shockwave through him. his eyes snap up to yours, wide and frantic, but no words come. instead, he pulls you down into a kiss — messy and uncoordinated, all open mouthed and clumsy. he’s kissed you many times before, and somehow his technique never seems to improves, all desperation at heart.
you can’t help but smile into it, returning the gesture before pulling back slightly to press a warm peck to his forehead, your thumbs feathering away a few impulsive tears from the warm apples of his cheeks..
“you try havin’ a fat cock up your ass and see how you like it.”
your eyes go wide the moment the words leave him, and then your chest shakes with laughter you can’t hold back.
“yeah?” you murmur then, exasperated but not really annoyed, rolling your eyes to the side as your laughter settles into a soft breath. “wanna give it a try then, big boy?”
you raise a brow at him playfully, but before you can say more he grabs at your ass, fingers spread over the flesh, firm and eager, guiding you into him again with a small, shaky inhale.
“no— just— keep going. it feels amazing.”
his voice cracks on the last word, shivering slightly, and you watch his face as you start to move again — slow, tender, and careful — letting him feel every inch of your ardent cock, every push, like it means something.
“that— i didn’t know i could even make that noise—”
the words tumble from his lips on a gasp, one hand flying up to cover his mouth as if ashamed of the sound he had just made. he’s touched himself to the thought of you countless times before, but having you here — on your knees, mouth wrapped around him — is a completely different kind of ruination.
it’s harder to hold back like this, harder to pretend he has any control at all — when he doesn't.
you suck him lazy and deliberate, tongue tracing the soft underside of his cock, teasing along the most sensitive vein running up his shaft. each bob of your head makes his hips twitch when you nurse his head with your tongue. one of his hands finds your hair, and he grips the roots hard — then pulls you off him with a desperate little sob.
“s-stop. i’m gonna cum before we even start.”
your lips are wet with his arousal, and you lick the taste of his precum with a small hum of approval, pressing your fingers down against the softness of his eager rim.
“you mean start… down here?”
his breath catches, eyes wide. the blush that spreads across his cheeks and ears is instant and furious.
you lean in closer, voice gentle but laced with mischief. “i’ve got to prepare you, love. if i don’t, you’ll tear…” your finger slides inside with utmost ease, the heat of him clenching around you tight, and his thighs tense.
you glance up at him just as he looks down — eyes falling to your cock, flushed and heavy, twitching with anticipation as you service him.
he swallows thickly. his lips part like he wants to say something, maybe protest. maybe beg. probably both.
“i’ll go easy on you. promise.”
you grin — devilish, but not unkind. it’s his first time, and you know it. part of you wants to wear him out completely, give him the kind of experience he’ll never forget. but you also don’t want to scare him off, don’t want to hurt him when you could just as easily have him shaking, coming undone with nothing but ecstacy.
“you’re a liar,” he mutters, breathless.
you give your cock a few indolent strokes, watching his expression shift as his eyes follow the movement. “i know, baby,” you hum, voice sweet and smooth like sugary syrup. “but i’ll make you feel amazing. okay?”
your finger curls inside him just a little, and he whimpers.
he’s honest, you think. good. you’re glad he knows that having sex with you isn’t dull, isn’t faux or forgettable. but what you didn’t expect to hear — what takes you by surprise in the soft haze of the moment — is that being with you like this has made him feel… confident.
more than he was before. like something inside him had clicked into place.
he says it so casually, like he doesn’t know what he’s admitting. it makes you grin. you’ve always found it endearing, the way he tries to act indifferent about things that clearly mean the world to him.
from the beginning, you knew he wasn’t experienced, but he never ran from you.
he wasn’t afraid to be with you, not really. maybe he was nervous, maybe a bit shy at first, but never unwilling. even that first time, when his fingers were vibrating and his voice shook, he still looked at you with steady eyes and said, i want this.
he was mature enough to know what it might involve — a little pain, vulnerability, a kind of rawness that left him open and aching — but also love. not the sweet, shallow kind, but the sort that takes root in his belly and grows slow, twisting between his ribcage.
that was what you gave him. maybe clumsily, but honestly. always honestly. your movements always were a little sloppy when you serviced him.
you think, maybe that’s why he depends on you this way now. not out of weakness, but because he trusts you to take your time. you didn’t rush him. he lets you explore his body like a map, lets you take each step at his own pace until he wasn’t afraid of getting lost anymore.
you eased him into your rhythm until he found his own. you were patient with him when he flinched, and kind when he cried. you let him feel everything. you wanted him to.
and that, you realise, is probably what built this fragile string of dependence between the two of you — threaded slowly through nights where you held him, let him fall apart, stitched him back together with your touch.
“yeah?” you whisper, voice low and lazy. “how does it feel to finally do it, then?”
he looks at you — eyes still glossy, hair dishevelled, a faint glow warming his cheeks. you cup his face between both hands, your thumbs stroking his skin like it’s the most precious thing you've ever touched.
and then he kisses you. hard. deep. like a man who knows exactly what he wants now, and isn’t afraid to ask for it.
when he pulls back, his voice is rough with certainty.
“it felt fucking amazing,” he breathes, staring into you like a promise. “let’s do it again.”
CASEDEVIANT ████ 2025 𖦏 do not translate, plagiarise, redistribute or ai train my writing﹙ all works belong to me ﹚visuals are from the yaoi 'swallow you whole'
If you can, can you pls write smth w this trope/idea? 😞
flins wakes slow from the wreck of last night’s heated indulgence — the tang of liquor still settling his tastebuds, his throat working a sluggish swallow to wet the dryness at the back of his mouth.
he stirs, languid and boneless, between two bodily furnaces that cradle him in a familiar heat. the air about him hangs thick and heavy, humid with sweat and the faint, fading musk of sex.
you and varka lie on either side of him, enclosing him in the fleshy heat of your bodies — breath and muscle pressing close, slow and unhurried as the morning sun climbs the sky.
amid the tangled sheets, flins catches the faint scent of salt, leather, and something sweeter — a mingled perfume of you both, warm and heady. he stirs beneath it, a soft tremor coursing through him, the ache in his thighs a whispering memory.
he recalls, loosely, the ruins of last night’s excess — the muffled moans, the way you and varka had stuffed him, stretched him open till his voice broke into something wordless.
the sheets beneath still cling damp with the remnants of your pleasure, and when he breathes, the scent of it fills his head, sharp and dizzying. his cunt throbs, tender and raw, ass pulsing with the faint ache of use, each heartbeat stirring the soreness deeper.
the first thing he sees is varka — a full head of thick blond locks brushing his vision, the grand master sprawled beside him, an arm heavy across the marred stretch of his stomach.
behind flins, your hand drapes loosely over them both, thumb idly tracing the dried streaks along his skin, the touch lazy, claiming.
‘fuck…’ he breathes, voice low and rasped, lids fluttering as his throat works another crude swallow. morning light spills through the window in pale gold ribbons, draping the room in quiet splendour.
every inch of him aches — raw, well-used, beautifully marked. the silence hums until you break it with a soft, rumbling chuckle that rolls through your chest. the sound ripples into varka’s slumber, earning a faint snore before fading, and you draw flins back against you, pressing him flush to your warmth as the morning breathes around you all.
‘mmm… mornin’,’ you murmur, voice rough with sleep as you roll your hips into flins, once, then twice, your cock hot and heavy, sliding between the slick softness of his thighs as the tip brushes along the swollen bud of his clit.
he croons low in his throat, the sound a surrender, his back arching in answer. his nipples graze the scarred skin of varka’s back, a shiver running through him.
when your cock slides through his wet folds, flins lets out a low, pornographic moan that cuts through the stillness, enough to stir varka from his sleep. it takes the blond a moment to surface, the haze of alcohol still thick in his blood, eyes a half-lid as he turns towards the sound.
and just as his gaze meets flins, you angle, pushing back into the tight heat of his ass, leaving his cunt feverish — the emptiness there making him whimper, whole body shivering as he’s caught between the two of you once more.
the moment varka’s gaze fully settles on him, flins falters — eyes darting away, lips quivering before the blond captures his mouth in a slow, declaring kiss. their tongues meet, lazy and wet, in a dance.
you move behind him, unhurried, each roll of your hips rocking his body into varka’s. the motion drives a groan from him as the blond’s cock rises, thick and eager, pressing between his slick folds until it parts them — the wet heat of his cunt welcoming the intrusion, the friction sparking another helpless sound against varka’s lips.
‘a–are you fuckers still… ngh… drunk? every muscle in my body hurts,’ flins mutters, voice breaking on a gasp as another roll of motion steals his breath.
varka only hums at the sound, low and amused, his broad hands tightening on flins’ hips as he starts to move, slow and deliberate thrusts that press deep into his folds but not yet intruding.
‘on this pussy, yeh,’ he murmurs cheekily with a grin, voice roughened by pleasure.
flins makes a noise meant to be a scoff, but it melts into a strangled moan as his eyes roll back. his asshole constricts hard around you, drawing a sharp wince from your lips. you still momentarily, one hand splaying across his chest, kneading the sweat-slicked flesh in a soothing rhythm until the tremor eases.
‘n–ngh… y/n, you’re pressing against my stomach—’
‘why? feel like you needa piss, handsome?’ you tease, voice thick with a lazy drawl.
varka lets out a bark of laughter at that, the sound rough and fond as he shifts closer, his chest brushing flins’ nipples.
he angles his hips, the head of his cock nudging at the velvety entrance of flins’ cunt before he pushes in, gradual and leisurely, his rhythm finding the counterpoint to yours — sinking forward when you pull back, drawing out when you press deep enough for your balls to press wetly against his pussy lips.
the motion builds a rhythm that drags breath and thought alike from flins’ body. caught between you both, he can only fall pliant, his slim frame rocked by the push and pull of heat, the stretch, the fullness.
when you lift your head, varka mirrors the motion, his face level with yours above flins’ on the pillow. a grin cuts across his mouth before he grips your jaw, dragging you into a messy make out — mouths colliding, tongues slipping together, rough and wet.
his beard scrapes along your skin, the taste of him and beer bleeding between you as his tongue explores every inch it can reach.
your rhythm falters first, a shudder running through you as your breath breaks into a ragged fuck, eyes squeezing shut. flins trembles beneath, caught tight between your bodies, his own curling instinctively into the tight, thermal space.
varka swallows your curse with another kiss, growling into your mouth as he drives his hips harder, faster, fucking up into flins until the sound turns sloppy and sharp.
‘just like that—’
you can’t tell who varka’s speaking to now, you or the trembling man caught between you, but the moment he finds that spot deep inside flins, the air splits with sound.
flins lets out a sharp, broken whine, his back arching as his toes curl, fingers clutching at the sheets, at varka’s arm, at anything he can reach. every breath he takes shivers apart, his body fluttering around both of you as if the pleasure’s too much to hold.
and then he’s gone, body arching, voice cracking as release wracks over him, slick heat spilling between you both while the room fills with the sound desire.
and then you’re the next to cum, spilling deep into the tight cavity of flins’ asshole, every thrust a pulse of release, slow, heavy, dragged out, and varka follows close behind.
the blond’s hands tighten possessively around flins’ hips, dragging him flush as he pushes in to the hilt, grinding out the last few strokes before his own climax breaks through.
he growls low, voice hoarsey with pleasure, the sound echoing your own as you groan, jaw slack, eyes hazed. flins turns his head up at the sound to you, the flutter of his cunt betraying the way your pleasure undoes him — the lewd expression on his face makes him flush, hard.
your mouth falls open, a tremor chasing down your spine. muscles along your jaw tense as you try to breathe through your nose, and varka chuckles deep in his chest, amused by the sight.
‘lightweight, are we, lad?’ he rumbles, tone teasing.
‘perhaps,’ you manage, voice still unsteady.
your gaze catches his, ocean-blue, still dark with the thrill of it, and beneath you, flins keeps staring, dazed and quiet, until you lower your head to his neck, breathing in the scent of body.
‘let’s not do this again,’ you admit against his skin.
surprisingly, it’s flins who answers first.
‘too much for you?’
‘no,’ you drone, low and hoarse. ‘i just don’t like sharing what’s mine.’
varka scoffs, still buried in flins, a faint twitch running through his cock as he smirks at the challenge. ‘you lost the bet. i outdrank you.’
‘true,’ you sigh, sinking deeper into the sheets, the warmth of flins’ body comforting softness against yours.
flins glances up at varka then, catching the older man’s sharp look, the wide smirk curling across his face as you ignore him, still buried in the scent of the man between you.
‘if you’re not too careful with him, varka,’ flins breathes, voice soft and teasing, ‘you might be in this position instead of me next time.’
‘oh, bloody hardly...’ varka scoffs, the sound melting into a low laugh that lingers in the quiet, thick and satisfied.
Your hydro vision allows you to skip the expenses of bottom surgery with a fully functional hydro dick, you can get all the pleasure you need from that mimic alone
Top!FTM Reader x Ajax, Ifa, Diluc, Wriothesley
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This is semi-related to a future Lyney fic i'm working on ^^
Ajax
🌊 On the night you and Ajax were going to spend your first time together, he showed you his closet full of the most insane sets of dildos, all eligible to be used as strap-ons.
He's a size king and you were more than happy to give him whatever he wanted. His face turned a dark shade of red as you explained your mastery of hydro mimics. You could tell he was getting excited about all the possibilities
Ajax grins with tears falling down his cheeks. Your hand is wrapped around his throat and his nipples are receiving love from your hydro tentacles. His hole is being stretched out beyond compare by your massive octopus inspired hydro cock. He's had so many orgasms at this point but he's still begging for more. He has more stamina than you do but seeing him like this, with his messy hair and his ungodly sexy masochistic expression, is giving you more than enough energy to keep him satisfied.
Diluc
CW: Public Sex
🔥 Diluc told you about one of his kinks and, very shyly, asked you to fuck him at work during the monthly age restricted event where the rules are little more lax than usual. Although, nothing the two of you are planning to do is allowed
Thanks to the help of another employee, all the guests are able to order drinks straight to their tables. There's rarely been anyone who decided to sit at the bar and those who did, were quickly dragged away by the music and the lively crowd. Nobody has any idea that Diluc has a hydro dick up his cunt or that your decision to sit behind the bar as Diluc worked was done with the intention to inconspicuously use your hydro mimic.
Diluc grips the end of the counter and does his best to appear normal as you roughly thrust your cock inside him. You lick your lips and smirk when you hit his sweet spot. His legs tremble dramatically. He looks around before falling to his knees, unable to stop himself from having an orgasm. He could barely last five minutes but you didn't stop until you came.
Ifa
🪶 If there's one thing everyone in Ifa's life can agree with, it's that he works too hard. As his loving boyfriend, it's your job to make sure he doesn't overwork himself.
"I was just gonna go for a walk--" He moans. He's on your lap with his wrists tied behind his back and his legs spread. Your hydro cock is pressing against his stomach while your hands are twisting his nipples. You hum with a "yeah right" tone to your voice. You know he was attempting to get to work early. You knew this would happen, he agreed to your plan way too easily. You got a well loved vet to work as a substitute so Ifa could take a break without worrying about all the animals that need help but you figured he'd try to escape anyway.
"You're going to stay home and let me pamper you. Got it?" You kiss his cheek. Seeing and feeling your dick is more than enough to get him to stay. Ifa nods, rolling his hips to grind against your length. You praise him and give him explicit permission to order you around today. The only thing that's off the table is leaving the house. His first request is to have you inside him while you use your element to create a mimic of your tongue to lick and suck him off. There's nothing you'd rather be doing right now.
Wriothesley
❄️ Wriothesley isn't the type to place importance on his partner's genitalia, he loves anything that belongs to his lover. He's much more interested in making sure they feel just as good as he does. He prefers to bottom but he worried you wouldn't feel satisfied topping him with a plastic strap-on. You reassured him by telling him about your ability and even demonstrated how realistic your mimic is. There was obvious excitement growing on his face and he almost begged you to let him suck you off
He asked a handful of questions, how big it can be, how it feels, what happens with you come. When you told him about your size kink, he was even more excited to try out different sizes with you. His hot, bright red cheeks could've rivaled his cold cryo vision.
His eyes are trained on you to watch your reactions as he drags his tongue up your watery shaft. It's connected to your real dick, allowing you to feel every loving lick of his tongue. He presses a sexy kiss against your tip then wraps his lips around it. He gently bobs his head to make shallow movements, thoroughly enjoying your pre cum. You wish you could've taken a photo and framed his face when you told him you could mimic semen as well. "I love your cock–" He says in between kisses and sucking. "So much– so fucking much~" He groans. He doesn't stop looking at you while the corners of his mouth stretch to accommodate the rest of your girth. You're sure you'll be here for a while.
CONTENT ⓘ ████ ﹙ sub rerir & dom gn reader ﹚sucking on rerir's fat tits, nipple play, overstimulation, cvmming untouched: 624 wc
⟢ i don't know anything about this guys lore apart from his evil aura and fat tits which have enraptured me. enjoy reading <3
currently thinking about having rerir’s weight press you into the mattress from above, your tongue tracing slow and deliberate circles over the soft rosé tint of his nipple while your free hand teases his other breast.
leading up to savouring the taste of his arousal, half of his body was mounted onto you, holding himself up by only the elbows as his chest casted a silhouette over your face. his back was curved inward instead of an arch to allow more of himself as free access for you.
but now, he could barely keep himself up with your provocative ministrations, and his lower half begged to be turned into dead weight the more you sucked on him—it was hard for him to hold back the breathless voice cracks which unfurled from his lips, but your coaxing never ceased for even a second to let him catch his breath or stop his head from spinning.
you never really expected rerir to be this vocal—it was gratifying to have someone like him at your mercy over something so elementary, simple, like this moment of pleasuring him was the only thing that mattered to you.
you also found it comical that a man of his stature and iniquity couldn’t keep up with you over just sucking his nipples... you felt him grinding his feverish cock against you more than five minutes ago, the urgent movements sloppy with intention but finally deciding to pipe up.
when you do, your eyes flutter open as the onyx bandages that draped over 90% of his face clung lightly around his features. a piercing and roseated glare met yours, his opaline-white wolf cut clinging around him as it grazed against your forehead.
“i- don’t… like this anymore.” a deep groan erupts from rerir’s chest in lust-driven irritation as he rolls his hips in a broken motion against your stomach, melodic sighs, whines, following thereafter.
you sneer lightly and quip back at him before gently lowering your eyelids again, bringing both of your arms around his lower back to trace a line up his spine.
“is that so?”
you reach up and feather your lips over the pulse of his neck, and his hips completely halt when you do this, slightly taken aback from your action.
“yeah, you little b-brat- ngh-!? s-stop it- you’re so damn persistent. fuck…”
he leans back slightly, the action detaching your mouth from his chest with a popping sound. he stares down at your ‘innocent’ pout, mouth turned downward when you grin mischievously at him.
“feel like you’re gonna cum, huh?”
you glance up at his swollen chest, flicking his nipple roughly that forces him to unravel in an instant. his cock reels, pre-cum leaking down the crown which quickly dissolves into a shattering orgasm.
“mmm… ngh-”
contrary to the loud and guttural moans of pleasure rerir was making before, the breathless and shaky sigh that left his body poured out of him slowly like his release was crashing over him in tandem—the sated bliss of warmth his body quivered with left him feeling overstimulated and starved of pleasure.
your mind flutters with a multitude of playful jabs, but instead, you remain silent until he was finished, immersing yourself in the noises and body movements he made.
“fuck… don’t you dare say anythi- NGH?! fuck- stop… just stop”
you kiss just in between his breasts.
“you’re so cute rerir.”
“don’t call me that. don’t call me cute, i’m not cute.”
“but you are- look at how swollen your nipples are…”
he glances down at your abuse littered over the expanse of his chest, and he groans before collapsing onto you with arms wrapped around him, cock still impossibly hard.
“did it feel that good?”
“no. it was torture.”
CASEDEVIANT ███████ 2025 𖦏 do not translate, plagiarise, redistribute or ai train my writing﹙ all works belong to me ﹚JOIN THE TAGLIST
(M/n) was a well-known demon in the Devildom, whether it was because of his looks or magic it didn't matter that much. He was powerful, almost as powerful as Lord Diavolo, why? No one knew, but they knew not to mess with him.
Everyone knew of the unspoken rule, but did Mammon care? Not one bit, that's for sure. Even so, it brought him so much fun and... a good fuck every once in a while.
The way they met wasn't extravagant or anything, Mammon was working in Hell's Kitchen after he fucked up and Lucifer scolded him for it, taking his dear Goldie away until he learned from his mistakes... kinda useless, Lucifer should know by now that Mammon would always be Mammon. He met (M/n) there, a man that looked rich, even if he didn't try, his demeanor and behavior screamed "rich bitch" everywhere you looked.
And Mammon just took the chance.
That chance took him to (M/n)'s bed, ending with him thoroughly fucked and almost unable to move on his own.
He kept encountering him, and with time, they just turned into friends with benefits.
But now, Mammon is really questioning the reason he came over, watching through the invisible wall how (M/n) walked closer to him, unbuckling his belt.
I'm fucked...
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(M/n) had received a text from Mammon telling him he had been gambling and lost a lot of money, so he needed to hide from Lucifer and the people he owned money to for a while, just until he was able to get the correct amount, or have someone else pay for it.
He doubted for a few seconds, painfully aware of how Mammon would take someone's expensive belongings to sell and continue gambling, he has a really bad habit of stealing and losing it all, so, even if he's not used to using his powers unless he absolutely needs to, (M/n) went around his apartment, placing spells around anything that could catch Mammon's eye, specifically leaving the expensive stuff in plain view.
He trusted Mammon would never steal from him, he's never done it before, but this time, he was hiding from Lucifer and who knows how many other people, so he couldn't be sure.
The most valuable stuff was in his room, and leaving a good amount of money on the desk, he placed the biggest trap on it. The other spells would only zap him or create a wall of protection, but this? This was gonna trap Mammon until he decided to break the spell.
A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mammon's voice could be heard through the door.
"(M/n), open up~!" He said in a cheerful voice, making the male show a small smile as he rolled his eyes.
He opened the front door, being greeted with a hug from the white-haired male before he made himself at home.
They didn't do much, they watched a movie, a few chapters of a popular series, and talked a bit, unusual behavior for them, since they only met up to have sex, but not this time.
"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me," (M/n) muttered setting his beer down, standing up, and going to his bathroom.
"Sure~ I'll wait," Mammon said looking down at his phone. He heard the bathroom door close and he stood up, searching around to find anything he could take without (M/n) noticing, "Nope, that's too obvious," he whispered while looking at the big black vase holding a bouquet of flowers, "Well... it looks really expensive-"
He bit his tongue and turned around before he decided to take that, and he kept swiftly looking around, soon spotting (M/n)'s bedroom door open. His mind flashed with all the small but valuable things he has seen in there while getting his brains fucked, and taking a deep breath to steady his speeding heartbeat, he walked in.
Mammon didn't have to search around for long, because on top of the desk, very obviously in plain sight, there was a small pile of cash. He didn't think much of how it was placed, it was almost as if it had huge arrows pointing at it, and a megaphone repeating 'Money! Right here, Mammon!' over and over again.
Everyone knows that Mammon isn't the brightest of the bunch, and he's aware of that, and tries to be better, it just... never works.
Rushing without a care in the world, Mammon placed his hands on the money and grabbed it, but before he could react, the trap had been activated, the money disappearing as it was never there, he tried to move closer to look around to find it, but as he bent over the desk, he got trapped in a spell. A magic wall.
Now he realized he fucked up.
(M/n) came out of the bathroom, and saw the living room empty, so he knew his plan might've worked, he just had to find Mammon, and by the sounds coming through the slightly open door of his room, he didn't have to look for long.
There, he saw Mammon struggling to try and break free from the grip the magic wall had on him, but it really wasn't working, even more, since the spell (M/n) used disabled the abilities of who it catches, so Mammon really wasn't getting out of there. And while trashing around, Mammon had seen over his shoulder through the invisible wall.
And that takes us to the present.
"(M/n), how nice it is seeing you! Could you please help me?" The (h/c) haired demon stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the flustered look on Mammon's face after being caught, and soon a smirk grew on his face, reaching his hand down to unbuckle his belt.
"You need punishment, love."
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"M-master, please... I-I can't cu-cum anymore~," Mammon's words were slurred, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every hard thrust inside him, hitting and stimulating his prostate endlessly, his hands gripping the desk, leaving the scratch marks of his nails on the dark wood.
(M/n) kept a tight grip on Mammon's hips, using his magic to create a phantom hand that would grip his white hair, pulling it and keeping his head up.
"You should've thought twice before trying to take my money, darling," (M/n) slowed down his thrusts, his hips flushed against Mammon's, every inch of his cock buried deep inside him.
"Fuck~!" Mammon's voice came out an octave higher, his legs trembling, his dick twitching and oozing cum, "I'm sorry, please! I won't... I won't do it again, Master~"
(M/n) made the phantom hand turn Mammon's head a little toward him, their faces almost pressed together through the wall, "You mean it?" Mammon nodded frantically, tears filling his eyes and drool slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.
"Please, I'm sorry... please please I can't-" his words were mumbled, sounding almost like a babble, and (M/n) was enjoying the view of an overstimulated Mammon, maybe a little too much.
"You want me to let you go?" Mammon whimpered and nodded, whining a small 'yes~' as his hands desperately gripped the desk harder, his legs were trembling so much he was glad (M/n) and the wall was holding him up, "Make me cum then."
(M/n)'s words were followed by hard, deep thrusts, filling every inch of Mammon's pulsating insides, making him cry out with pleasure, cum just leaking from his cock and his body shaking from the feeling of his prostate being pounded. He was fully crying now, tears sliding down his face and neck, some drops falling to the ground he was standing on.
Mammon's mouth was wide open, releasing lewd moans and whines, his eyes closing every few seconds, his eyelashes soaked with his tears.
What a pretty sight~
The phantom hand released Mammon's hair, sticking its fingers in his mouth instead. Mammon moaned around the digits in his mouth, and with slow motions, the hand started finger-fucking his mouth, making the demon choke on his moans and drool.
Knowing about Mammon's small oral fixation was a nice detail (M/n) casually found out, and hearing Mammon's muffled moans, getting louder and louder just made him feel accomplished, especially when he felt Mammon clenching around his cock every time the fingers went to far back in his throat.
He really liked this fucked dumb Mammon, so maybe he'll start leaving money out everywhere where the greedy demon could try and take it. Just maybe.
(What the fuck did I just write 💀 this is the worst)
Certain black-haired demon was walking around the House of Lamentation, a subtle frown adorning his sharp features. He walked into the living room, where a certain exchange student from the human world was with one of his many younger brothers. (M/n) was watching Barbeque Life with the orange-headed demon, Beelzebub, and they seemed to be having a fun time.
Beel was drooling at the food displayed on the screen while the (h/c) haired male dried it away with some tissues he had. The oldest demon stood next to the door, soon a blur of blue hair and white ends walked past him, plopping on the couch next to (M/n) and cuddling to his side, falling asleep.
(M/n) smiled and stroked his hair a few seconds before a purple-haired male ran past Lucifer, sitting between (M/n)’s legs on the ground as he hurried to ask him to play with him since he had a mission to complete. And just like that, demon after demon walked in and stood close to the human, Asmodeus discussed with him what kind of bath bomb he should use next, Mammon tried to convince him to spare him some money and that he’ll give him anything he wants, while Satan was fanboying about cats through their D.D.D.
Lucifer had a permanent scowl on his face, turning around and stumping out of the living. Every single demon -even Belphegor- were able to feel their older brother’s murderous aura, making them flinch and look toward where he was standing just now. (M/n) didn’t feel anything of the sort, but his D.D.D vibrated on his hand, a new private chat available on his screen.
you have other ways to keep solomon away from those pesky demons.
TOP MALE READER -- MINORS DNI
as always, warnings -- angel reader, size difference, implied yandere reader, "cleansing" using cum, bondage + belly bulge
wthe human was an impressive feat no matter how you looked at him. he dwelled in arts that none of his species should ever have been able to. but the most impressive feat was his tattoos, a sigil of all the pacts that he has made over the centuries. each was an intricately coloured and patterned image, he was quite simply breathtaking.
it was exactly the reason why he had to be protected, to remain steadfaced in the presence of demons that could easily corrupt him. luckily for you, you had a foolproof way to ensure that he could balance out the temptations of the devildom with the holiness of grace. and what made it best, was that you were the only one that could do it.
quite frankly, you literally shoot your grace into him, and he loves it. at this exact moment one hand is tracing the sigils on his back, a growl building up in your throat as your other hand held secure his wrists.
"you like that solomon? a big, powerful sorcerer rendered useless by a bit of manpower? you like being held down and bred till your ass is pliable and dripping with me? fuckin' tell me." you kept your eyes on the sigils, the details angering you before you grabbed his white hair, tugging the sweaty locks up as a moan was ripped out of his throat.
solomon was currently pinned down on his bed, ass, legs and waist held down by your thick legs and pelvis. much like the many other times, your thick cock was deeply rooted inside of him, the sound of skin slapping against eachother very present in the room. solomons chest was grabbed by your hands while you tugged on his hair, feeling your hot breath snake around his skin as you grunted into his ear. his entire body was now covered by yours as you made him your plaything, licking his ear and pausing your thrusts. you were waiting for an answer, and you weren't going to continue until you got it.
solomons face bloomed in red as your arms tightened around him, the tip of his ear being licked. "c'mon now babyboy, give me an answer.. you know how far i can go if i want.." there was no aggression in your voice, pure mirth and laziness as you soaked up the warmth from him. your hand let go of his hair, before it sneaked around his waist, grabbing onto his leaking cock as he gasped at the rough touch.
"y-you know you don't need my answer. all of it was intentional.. i missed you.." his voice held no lie.
"so you purposely flirted with those demons, and let pink one touch you? if you wanted to get filled all you had to do was ask.." a deadpanned look crossed your face, bewildering solomon. it was almost as if you weren't pulsing and throbbing inside of his hole.
"s-shush! just continue! i thought you'd be rougher if i flirted with them.." that was the real truth, and you were more than happy to comply.
his toes curled as a lewd moan left his lips again. solomon always blew your mind with how loud and slutty he could be, given at how he presents outwardly.
your teeth grazed his neck as you nibbled, peppering kisses on the skin while your hips met, the creaking of the bed loud and clear as solomon tried to gibber out some undecipherable words. you loved how warm his body got -- was it the same warmth the pink haired demon felt when he clung onto your human?
the possessiveness of calling him your human felt... right in your mind. it made you want to keep him hidden away for his own good, stuffed full of your grace until he was too fucked out to even think about any demons, or any angel other than you.
that thought made you lose control of your form, and solomon could feel the light gust of warm, damp air before he felt the tickle of white, soft feathers tickle his skin. the hands that bound his wrists had grown weak and he was now free to feel your soft, fluffy wings and your sweaty muscles. he could feel you distend his stomach slightly when you don't bother to go soft. when you let the sin of lust that you tried so deeply to shield solomon from fully corrupt you for a moment, the results are truly delicious.
the way that your wings enveloped him in a shield of white made the knot in his stomach develop, the grunts in his ear and the growls when he tightens against you made shivers go down his spine. but when you went right against his ear, and growled out "you're mine solomon, don't fucking forget it." it made the growing knot snap, and he came all over the sheets.
you paused at the sudden release of tension from the man infront of you, watching as he started to doze off with you inside of him. solomons eyes sleepily opened when you started thrusting again, before shooting open when your hand grabbed his cum slicked cock, roughly jerking it off.
"who said you could cum? this was a punishment remember? i think i'll fill you up with me a couple times to really make sure I cleanse those pesky demons touches.."
