sub bottom solomon + dom top male reader | cw. masochist solomon, spanking, choking, degradation, anal sex, dumbification, overstimulation, possessive reader, he calls reader sir, takes place in nightbringer
:: solomon's UR+ is cumming to me fr
"Solomon.. miss you," you hug him from behind. You had just arrived back at Cocytus Hall and instantly went towards Solomon. He lifted his head from his studies and looked at you with a smile, "Tired?"
"Mm," you merely hummed in response burying your face in the crook of Solomon's neck, inhaling sharply. "Didn't realize dealing with the brothers who're acting like that would drive me crazy," you mumble under your breath, Solomon gently patting your head in return.
Your grip on his waist tightens, kissing his neck softly. "Sorry, Sol. Mind if I get some of the stress out?"
Always agreeing to your requests, Solomon was ruined. Face shoved down into the matress, tears streaming on his face as he moans and bucks his hips up to yours. He'd lost count of how many times he's came, how red his ass was from how you slapped it repeatedly and your merciless thrusts.
You've reduced him to the point all he can get out is loud moans and slurred groans of your name.
"Fuck, nothing but my little slut, aren't you, Sol? Oh Great Mighty Sorcerer Solomon, face down and ass up before me is always such a pleasant sight, y'know?" you groan at the way he tightens up at your words, clenching around your cock and moaning helplessly at your words, letting out slurrs of 'yes..yes yes..'
You lean down to kiss his naked back, kissing along his spine as you continue to mercilessly thrust into him. His back arches and he lets out a long drawn moan, throwing his head back.
"Thank Diavolo we don't have neighbors. You're always such a loud slut. But I bet you'd like it if someone were to find out, huh? Mighty Sorcerer Solomon, at the mercy of his puny little apprentice. It should humiliate you," you grip his hair tightly, pulling it back towards you and whispering in his ear, "..But no. You like it. You want the whole world to know how much of a slutty whore you are, don't you, Sol?"
He moans at your words, no words escaping his mouth. You shove him back down on the matress, grabbing his arms and pinning them on his back, using them as a leverage to continue fucking him roughly.
You give him a hard spank on the ass before groaning under your breath, "Maybe I should let some other lowly demons fuck you dumb to their full wish. Then everyone would know how much of a whore you really are, huh Sol?"
Solomon sobs loudly and clenches tightly around your cock, "Y-yes.. yes," he whimpers, making you grimace and slap the mound of flesh on his ass again, dropping your hold on his arms and gripping on his hair again, fucking into him at a rougher pace.
"Well too bad for you. You're mine, Solomon. Don't ever wish for someone else to do you like this, because no one can. I'm the only one for you, Sol," you place your hands on his neck, pressing and cutting his breath circulation, earning a choked moan from him.
The way you called him yours, only yours— the way you're so possessive over him, drives him mad. That feeling itself was enough to send him to the edge, cumming all over the bedsheets once again, clenching his walls around your dick.
"Hnngh s-sirr....." he lets out a slurred moan, grinding his hips back onto yours, trembling from the ecstasy of yet another orgasm. "I'm yours.. o-only yours.. please.. use me."
And fuck, was that hot. He'd do anything for you. Use him, break him, claim him as yours, he'll take it like a good little toy.
thinking about blade and kafka: being a hookup with the two of them. they're a pair, y'know? even when it comes to sex. buy one get two ykwim?
blade is so sweet, so obedient. want him to suck your dick? hell yeah. want him to shut up and let you fuck him? roger that, sir. do you also think blade has some sort of abandonment issues?? i think maybe a little... so as long as you stay, do whatever you want. but no feelings attached, right..?
kafka on the other hand, brat to the maximum. she's gorgeous and she knows it; "can you really say no to me, sir?" what a whore. and yet she adores it when you smother her face on a pillow as you pound her from behind, she's practically drooling at that point.
tough day, just got back from a mission, they're both exhausted... what could make them feel better? sex with you. once blade and kafka see you, they're all over you, evidently begging for you to just fuck them up already.
one on your face and one on your dick, wouldn't that be total heaven?
ur kafka and blade post had my mind running sm. so i had this rlly nasty thought abt fucking them in some tight space while they're on a mission. like, even if the mission was urgent, who were they to say no to your greediness?
anon i love you for this i would 100% grope blade's ass or stare at kafka's crotch while fighting like hello??? sir, ma'am, i'm gonna need some time to control my cock (i got too into this and made it too long mb 💀)
sub bottom blade + sub bottom kafka x dom top gn reader | cw. semi-public sex, groping, reader is a greedy pervert, polyamory relationship, amab reader but cock can be interpreted as strap, riding, squirting, supposedly a quickie.
"enjoying the view, gorgeous?" she gives you a smug smile, right as she killed off an enemy. of course kafka would be the first to notice it. your eyes glued on her crotch while she shoots those antimatter engions and voidrangers. the way her chest bounces when she moves— isn't she just riling you up on purpose at this point?
you shrug in response and follow blade into the next room. you had been appointed by elio to go on a mission in herta's space station, to invade the control room and find some sort of information, to be exact. you didn't really get any of the details, but said yes anyway cuz why would anyone say no to spending time with their not one, but two sexy lovers.
it has been a while since the three of you last fucked, now that you think of it. no wonder you're so pent up... another enemy shows up, blade's taking care of it. the way his ass is just glaring at you from behind, his perfectly curved waist, his chest— why is it so big? he's gotta be at least a D cup.
the enemy dies and you can't help yourself. before you realize it, your hand lands on blade's ass, squeezing the soft, refined mound of flesh. you didn't mean to! you were going to hold his waist and praise him for his technique... really!
blade flinches at your touch, his face heating up while his body tenses. you- right now, seriously? that's basically what's going on in his mind. he wants to react but, your hand on his ass does feel nice.
"ah? having fun without me? that's mean," kafka approaches, closing and locking the door behind her. "you aren't hogging them for yourself, are you bladie?" she hums, looking at the two of you, precisely with your hand still on blade's ass.
blade flushes and looks at her with a frown, attempting to defend himself. "no i-" you cut him off, pulling kafka by her waist and wrapping kissing her neck (which she willingly exposed to you).
"come on, let me have my fun. we haven't done it in ages. i'm suffering out here, y'know?" you groan, it being slightly muffled by the fact that you're basically smothering yourself in kafka's neck. she smells nice.
blade leans into you, pulling your arm from his ass to around his waist as well. kafka smiles at you, ruffling your hair fondly, "yeah? missed us, didn't you?" fuck, she's always so smug. it's so weakening and so.. arousing. makes you want to put her in her place, doesn't it? she knows it and she loves it.
"we're in a secluded area," blade finally lets out his voice, letting out soft breaths, his hand resting on yours while your arm is around his waist. "everyone must have retreated by now. i want to.." he mumbles, a bit quiet but loud enough for you and kafka to hear.
blade had never been so vocal about his wants and needs, so the fact that he's admitting it at all must mean he's been all pent up too. how cute.
"aw, blade," you coo, letting go of your hand on kafka's waist and putting it on blade's cheek, kissing his lips endearingly. he lets out a low moan at your affection, his hand still on yours.
kafka smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing loudly, getting in the middle of you. "no more stalling. i've been waiting on this too. i'm waiting for one of you to fuck me already, you know?"
"sorry bladie, you don't mind me going first, right?" kafka lets out a heavy breath, her walls clamping down on you. she's so warm and tight... oh how you missed this.
it's not really efficient to fuck in the storage room of someone else's space station, but you'll take it. you're sitting down leaning against the wall, kafka with her clothes discarded sitting on your dick, tits looking bouncy and magnificent, her eyes half lidded while she bounces on your cock—blade's leaning on your shoulder, your hand on his dick, he's moaning softly as your hand rubs his leaking slit. fuck, this is heavenly.
kafka is having the time of her life. she absolutely adores riding you, your dick reaches the deepest parts of her, brushing against her cervix everytime you thrust inside. she enjoys the way you're under her, moaning as she makes you feel good.
but you only have a limited size of self control, using your other hand to grip kafka's hip and thrust inside her, making her moan loudly in ecstasy. you're deep inside her, the way your dick drags in and out her soaking pussy— ahh, she can't get enough of this.
"fuck, if- if we weren't on an urgent mission i would've loved to eat you out before this, kaf," you breathe out between moans, she's so warm and welcoming, your dick could melt inside her (or maybe she's just a whore).
kafka laughs breathily, holding your shoulder and groaning as she pushes herself down on you. "ah, y-yeah? what makes you think i'd let you?" always so cocky. dumb brat needs to be put in her place.
you kiss blade's cheek before letting go of his weeping cock, both your hands grabbing kafka's hips and slamming her down on you repeatedly. she lets out loud moans, her legs trembling and her toes curling. "what a fucking brat. so cocky when all you want is my dick. aren't you just my whore, princess?" you groan, continuing to fuck into her like a madman.
she can't even make a snarky reply at that point. her whole body is trembling, her tits bouncing, she's squealing and moaning, drool slipping past her mouth. but then your hand reaches to squeeze one of her breasts before pinching her clit— fuck. she throws her head back and squirts all over you, leaving you soaking wet from her fluids.
you groan at the sight and give her a kiss on the lips before pulling out of her, earning a dissapointed sigh as you lean her down on the wall next to you. kafka's had her fun, now you gotta take care of your neglected sweet boy right beside you. blade's panting at the sight, already stretching himself out for you and mewling when he feels your eyes on him.
he's waited all this long and even prepared himself for you! what a good boy. you kiss blade's swollen lips, poor boy must've been biting back his moans to not disturb you and kafka. he's so sweet.
"blade," you coo, brushing the hair out of his face. he lets out a small 'mm' at your voice, letting you hold his hips while he straddles you. he blushes lightly and holds your still hard dick, aligning it with his stretched out hole. he needs you, he needs you bad.
you rub circles on his hip as he steadily sinks himself down on your cock, breathing heavily and scrunching his eyes at the feeling that he oh so craved. he moans when you're fully inside him, leaning his head on your shoulder and letting out heavy breaths, adjusting to your size.
you kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair, your other hand rubbing circles on his hip. "there we go, good boy. doing so good for me, yeah?" you whisper, soothing him as he moans at your words, lightly rolling his hips against yours. "take your time to adjust, move when you're ready, okay?" you remind him. the mission was urgent; sure, as much as this should be a quickie, you can't just force your dick in someone's hole!
after a short while, blade starts moving, rolling his hips against yours steadily before starting to bounce up and down your cock. he whimpers and moans, trying to keep his voice down— unlike someone who couldn't even bother (not like you could either). this takes you back to the first time you had sex with him, he's so shy, so quiet, holding in his voice. it's so so adoring, you think.
you pepper kisses onto blade's chest and collarbone, letting him fuck himself on you while you hold his hips to help steady him. he looks so pretty when he's breathless above you like this— both him and kafka do.
"so pretty, blade," you groan out, nipping his jaw while he continues to bounce on you, matching your thrusts. he really was ethereal... eyes half lidded, mouth parted open. you can't get enough of this.
you gotta end things fast though, the mission's still important. kafka had gotten you close to your climax already so now you're even closer, feeling your dick twitch in blade.
you kiss blade's shoulder softly, fucking into him while your other hand reaches towards his neglected cock. blade mewls as he feels you stroke his dick, getting him close to his own ejaculation. your hips nor his stop thrusting, your hand stroking his dick at the same pace.
"cumming– hng, i'm c-cumming," blade slurrs, nipping onto your shoulder and moaning, his dick twitching in your hold.
you kiss the shell of his ear, whispering, "cum for me, blade." and with that, he releases in your hand, his walls clenching around you tightly as he moans in ecstasy.
"good boy," you kiss blade's sweaty forehead before getting him off of you, sitting him down next to you and palming yourself, chasing your own release.
"hello?? kafka? blade? [name]? where are you? did you get the stuff?" the voice of a familiar hacker reaches your ears.
kafka teasing blade about having reader all to herself on call while blade is on a mission, and he just hears the loud shouts of pleasure she lets out as you thoroughly breed her,,,
blade's clearly frustrated at the teasing and asks to speak to you,,,
he tells you if you two are able to breed and fuck kafka until she passes out, he wants his reward of getting fucked by you in his ass after his mission.
and, he is a man of promises when it comes to you and kafka, is he?
now goodnight rex
-anon kei.
FUCK KEI THIS IS GOOD AS HELL js imagine him letting out low breaths as he makes that deal with you... ajrhdj
switch vers blade + sub bottom kafka x dom top gn reader | cw. implied poly relationship, amab reader.
a while after that phone call, blade comes back and immediately pounces on kafka and you. pulling the two of you to his room and fucking kafka to no end, letting you pleasure yourself by fucking her face full of you.
blade breathing out and groaning lightly as he pounds into kafka—growling, even. we all know blade growls, right? but then he catches your eyes looking at him, almost like a predator watching it's prey, and he whimpers. his dick getting seemingly harder inside kafka, making her moan deliriously with your throbbing cock still in her mouth.
it didn't even take long for you two to be done with her, cum spurting everywhere out of her. she lets out a pleased exhale and flops onto the bed next to you, knowing blade definitely wants his prize.
"i've been good, haven't i?" blade says beneath his breath, straddling your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck.
you smile and place your hands on his hips, pressing a kiss onto his neck. "yeah, you have," you reply, handing over a glass of water to kafka to ease her sore throat before giving blade your full attention again. "good boy, blade. want your reward now, baby?"
blade lets out a heavy breath at your praise and puts his hand on your still hardened cock. even after wrecking kafka and cumming all over her, you and blade still have the strength to drown eachother in pleasure? that's one hell of a stamina you got. kafka calls it 'perks of being on the battlefield' and that's probably true.
with a low groan, blade aligns your dick with his entrance, slowly sinking himself on your cock. "shit, you even stretched yourself out for me?" you moan at the feeling of his warmth embracing you, digging your nails into his hip. "managed to masturbate even while on a mission.. what a whore," you breathily chuckle, earning a grunt of dissaproval from him and a clench around your dick.
"no? shall i call you a good boy for stretching yourself out for me instead then, bladie?" you whisper, kissing and nibbling on his earlobe while your hands help him sink himself onto your cock. this is supposed to be a reward, after all.
blade lets out a low moan at your words, gripping onto your shoulders as you bottom out inside him. "yes. i'm good," he breaths, resting his head onto your shoulder.
"mm, alright. been away from me for so long... my poor blade," you coo, kissing the top of his head before rolling his hips on top of you, making him let out a small whimper. "i'll serve you well, angel."
dom bottom miguel o'hara x sub top gn reader | cw. bondage, he calls you a mutt, pervert reader kinda, no specified sex for reader, reader's part of the spider society, touching is no no idk, thigh riding
"miguel, let me touch you already," you groan in protest. miguel's straddling your lap, grinding himself on your thigh while your hands are tied to the headboard of your shared bed.
miguel scoffs and tweaks his own nipple, showing his own actions off to you. he looks beautiful; breathless on your lap like this. he's definitely doing this on purpose.
"you couldn't keep your hands to yourself during business. you don't deserve to lay your dirty hands on me now," he spits out. the predatory gaze he has on you seemingly turning you on even more. miguel grinds himself down on your thigh, his lips parted slightly as he lets out breathy moans.
you're dying to touch him at this point. he's been doing this for a good few minutes already— giving you full display of his body whilst not letting you touch him at all. he's not even this cruel to his enemies, you think.
"cariño, please," you breathe out heavily, your hands itching to touch him. "i'm sorry, okay? it's not my fault you were putting your ass out for public display—" you get cut off by miguel pressing his knee on your crotch, making you let out an involuntary moan.
"i was not. don't put the blame on me, you pervert mutt," he nearly growls, grazing his fangs on your collarbone.
you groan, his actions only riling you up even more. your hands start to scratch at the ropes, you could easily untie yourself if you want to...
"don't you dare," miguel growls, his claws lightly digging into your chest, careful enough not to hurt you seriously.
you frown in defeat and let go of that idea, you'd rather not piss off an already furious miguel. you can't imagine what he'd put you through if you did.
he lets go of you and clicks his tongue, putting his hands on your shoulder to steady himself before starting to ride your thigh. throwing his head back and giving you a full show, making sure to not hold in any of his noises. the room is filled with his deep moans, his hands on the bed to steady himself whilst he rides through his high, his chest heaving, the feeling of your eyes on him pushing him further.
"miguel, please," you breathe out. your legs bucking up— you need to touch him. you need him. you need him so fucking terribly.
"don't cum before i do. then i'll untie you," miguel mutters firmly, the tip of his index finger rubbing your sex lightly. he wants you too. but he can't let your behavior go unpunished, can he?
alright listen up.. so as we all know asmo probably likes to sleep around right? so. imagine like reader got jealousy issues and is like really possessive and stuff and like. when they finally fuck reader’s all like “you belong to me” & “this fucking pussy belongs to me” & “only i can fuck you this deep” & “i don’t give a shit what the others think, just rmbr who’s bitch you are” and shit. like babe imagine how hot that wld be goddamn
"You're mine, Asmo."
Asmodeus could only gasp and moan when you said those words, his walls squeezing you and his hips pushing back to yours, attempting to get more of you inside him.
"Y-yours! 'M yours!" he babbles incoherently, turning you on even more. Fucking into him at a rough pace, reaching the deepest parts of him.
God, you're perfect.
The way you fucked him like he was nothing but your personal fucktoy, your personal bitch, your little whore... how you'd reach the deepest parts of him, seemingly hitting his sweet spot at every thrust. You memorized it, didn't you? Fuck, the thought of you doing so much for him, so much to him.. it drives him crazy. ♡
You groan at his tight warmness, grabbing his hips roughly. Your nails are definitely leaving crescent marks on his delicate body. But it's you, so it's fine. He's yours anyway.
"None of those stupid demons could ever fuck you the way I do, isn't that right, Asmo?" you growl lowly into his ear, nipping on his lobe. And Oh, Demon Lord, you were absolutely right. No one, none of those who've fucked him have ever done him the way you do.
With another sharp thrust to his prostate, he cums. "This fuckin' cunt belongs to me, Asmo. This tight pussy was made for me. I've made it mine," you keep pounding into him through his orgasm, making him moan and cry out at the overstimulation.
"I fit perfectly inside you.. I turned you like this, Asmo. Remember that."
Ah, how he'd love for you to spend all eternity keeping him as yours like this. ♡
:: hopefully this is to your liking, nonnie. i intended for this to be longer but oh well
possibly controversial take but obey me! satan is the BIGGEST bottom. like this man would be face down ass up, drooling, sobbing, & thanking mc like-
YOU RIGHT DAWG satan is a full on SLUT. no joke. he's a sweet little kitty cat that just wants your dick in his hole full time, wants you to breed him and fill him up with your babies mmmmnnngghh
he's been waiting for this the whole time... having you touch him, hold him—though he prefers to be affectionate, facing you in a mating press, being shoved face down ass up isn't that bad either.
"m-mc.. please. ngh, i've been good," he whimpers, thrusting his ass back onto your fingers. your pace was so agonizingly slow, plus he's stretched out already! why won't you just fuck him brainless already?!
you hum at his words, curling your fingers towards that spot that feels so good. he mewls, drool slipping past his lips while he arches his back, his claws digging onto the pillow under him. "i didn't say you haven't, baby. i just want to take my time with you," you press your hand down his back and lean beside his ear, your words coming out softly.
he whimpers at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear, clenching his warm hole around you. he looks back at you with teary eyes, his lips pursing. "t-then let me look at you, mc."
