A/n: The CEO finally let me write “a/n” instead of “mother of Klee, Alice’s note” from now on now that the shareholder is missing! Anywaaaayysss… You look well-rested, Producer fox! What’s your secret? Won’t you tell mother Alice?
CW: hypnosis, panic attacks
Yandere 1k Idol Event
“(Y/n)... (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).”
Kamisato Ayato chanted your name, voice dipping into a borderline death threat.
“My dear producer, isn’t this far enough? I am not playing games anymore. Why don’t you reveal yourself before I make you?”
You made no sound inside the closet you’ve claustrophobically folded your knees and arms to fit into. Both hands covered your mouth while your heart beat erratically– but the sensation surely had less friction compared to Ayato’s fingers.
He chuckled darkly. “Not up to it? Oh, but what if I started counting to three?”
You bit your lip, holding back tears.
A moment ago, you saw him rip his pillows in half after realizing you were no longer sleeping in his bed. Cotton materials were littered above his azure sheets and some were swept by the wind, dangerously close to the closet you were hiding in. His elegant demeanor crumbled and you jolted at the sharp sound of torn cloth. Ayato repeatedly clawed through the bed, his breathing guttural and erratic as he fruitlessly threw the rest of the pillows away. Your name no longer sounded right to you. It doesn’t sound like it was yours with the way he mumbles it like a curse or a lost possession.
Although his face couldn't be seen from this perspective, you can still picture his lips being uncannily spread from ear to ear. Your muscles tensed even more at the sound of his feral yet strained laughter. You don’t know where you are but based on how isolated the area was, you’re clued on a bit as to approximately where he’s keeping you hidden.
This is not his estate. This is not any of Teyvat Production’s buildings. The answer is closer to these keywords: Grand Narukami Land Reform Program.
You felt your heart pounding in your chest as his footsteps echoed louder– closer. Nausea started creeping in.
Be quiet… be quiet like a fox, (Y/n)…!
“Come now, Producer (L/n). Do you no longer trust me? I'll start counting. One… Two…”
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“It’s three o clock, sir– where have you been?”
Dressed in fine yet slovenly material, Kamisato Ayato enters the room. Looking from afar tells you what you need to know about him. Yes, he’s a byproduct of an aristocratic family who pursued an artistically sensitive path of politics, but by his smile alone, anyone can tell he's a notable outlier.
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared at you. As always, his lean body stands firm, not unlike a Hinoki tree on a misty morning. This is precisely the reason why your eyes targeted his wet clothing and not his well-versed smile.
Unimpressed by his absence while you were out working for the entire day, you asked as politely as you could. You've been bombarded with tasks as of late, disastrously to the point that you even started managing the Inazuman food supplies in the cafeteria.
"Sir Kamisato, may I inquire as to why you look positively haggard?"
The idol grins wryly at your voice before squeezing some locks of his hair near his scalp. His pursed lip belied both child-like innocence and weariness of a man without youthful aspirations. Some sweat also seeped between his fingers, which only served to amplify your distress.
Ayato averted his gaze, intent on answering you without giving too much of himself away.
"It was a difficult singing session and the space lacked ventilation."
"It's snowing." You deadpanned.
Ayato shrugged "It's a… mixture of both sweat and snow, I suppose."
You snatched the script off his hands.
Needless to say, he was definitely not practicing a song.
"Didn't Thoma or Childe agree to accompany you?"
Before making the switch to idol work, Childe was once known as Tartaglia in the theater industry. You suspect he's the reason behind Ayato's current fixation on acting. It's not a secret that Sir Kamisato had been eyeing the barren sixth and tenth spots of the Commedia Del Arte troupe for quite a while now…
"Thoma attended a talk show with Aether and Zhongli whereas Childe was preoccupied with his training."
Archery training most likely for that man’s next athletic competition, but you're not Producer Sage so you don't particularly care. Your eyebrows furrowed.
"Do you want to stay in ADDICKTZ longer than necessary?"
For a moment, his expression stiffened before it relaxed back into his usual languid smile.
If a well-dressed atheist quietly sits through a mass, most devotees cannot tell whether they're worshipping or attending. The same reasoning can be used to explain Kamisato Ayato's reputation. The juxtaposition of the perfect princely archetype paired with a stressed-out overachiever– that was your opinion on him the first few weeks you worked in Teyvat Productions. And you were right.
Sir Kamisato had always been open to you about his detachment from the idol group. In his eyes, every ADDICKTZ-related activity is a mere play pretend worthy enough for him to generate fabricated happiness to fuel his agendas. His idol works are not so different from the nihonga pieces the Kamisato Clan collected throughout the generations– a beautiful artwork, but not something he's deeply involved in. His career thrived off countless facework and dramaturgical approaches in fan interactions, false but not cheap. He is what the creative director and his assistant made him out to be, and he doesn't seem content or completely dissatisfied with this arrangement.
It’s obvious that he’s not here to satisfy Ayaka’s obsession with the idol industry– he’s your boss simply because there’s a political gain you aren’t privy to know the details to.
You'd wager a guess that this career shift likely had something to do with the Kamisato clan's land reform scandals… but you're not here for politics. Lady Yae always watches your every move to make sure you know little regarding the “real” paperwork Sir Kamisato does.
However, you can’t help but feel as if you were involved with one of these scandals before… you just can’t remember what incident it was.
"My apologies, Producer (L/n). I will not do it again."
"As you should." You pouted. "You caused me a great deal of worry."
Ayato opened his mouth before quickly shutting it. For a supposed political heir, words had failed him. His posture resembled that of an abandoned puppy as he slouched and sighed.
You laughed softly.
Open mind, open arms– you let him hug you gently as Ayato mumbled something about his workload. You’re so used to this that you didn’t mind how uncomfortably damp his back was. This is a normal occurrence between you two. After nearly half a year, Ayato opened up about missing his sister's hug after a long day and you offered to be a substitute. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling him breathing softly near the shell of your ear.
“Producer (L/n)…”
“Yes?”
“I must memorize the script before sundown…”
You shook your head. How surprisingly predictable of him to bring that up.
“I won’t let you pick it up until you have a thirty-minute rest.”
“Why don’t we make this a game then?” He pulled back, a sly smile gloating just a bit to let you know he doubts you’d win. “This will be our second acting game– see which one of us can perform the script best. Win, and I’ll be the one finishing this week’s paperwork.”
As an older brother, Sir Kamisato has a habit of inventing games. The "reading game," "cursive-writing game," and "hotpot game" were all unmistakably created to discipline and make his younger sister Ayaka behave. However, she is now a young adult, and you are unquestionably much older than she is. You're not clear as to why he believed this "acting game" tactic would work.
But the “second” acting game? You’ve never read a script aloud with him before, though.
Oh, well. Picking up a script is worth trading the paperwork you were meant to be doing.
“If it lessens my workload, I don’t see why not…”
Working for the idol industry can be very demanding, after all. If you win, you'll probably squander your spare time to snack on sweets... and work on a few chores– okay, so you're not the best at being still. You’ll probably multitask working on Ayato’s theater work either way. That, or you'd plan a new deck for your next 25-minute TCG game with him.
He grabbed the script from behind you as his smile got bigger. Ayato handed the pages back after swiftly leafing through them and pointing at the highlighted passages.
“Scene IV – Act IV,” he said, his excitement subtly infecting his tone. “This is where my character helps Emperor Edel relax.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “I was under the impression that Hubert was Kaeya’s role.”
“Ah, I’ve forgotten to inform you but I’ve replaced Alberich since the eye incident.”
You know little about this “We Will Be Reunited” play 4/8 of ADDICKTZ are involved in but based on word-of-mouth, it appeared to be about an emperor and a retainer who had to betray former classmates to win a continental war. Seems like he wanted you to read the emperor’s lines.
He dimmed the lights to set the scene. Thankfully, only the two of you occupied his TeyPro's room. There's no one else lingering in the east wing, including Dr. Albedo's room next door.
“I see…” You muttered. “So, I shall be the first to start, correct?”
Sir Kamisato nodded. “Yes, you can begin with the ‘you think this can help me?’ line.”
You cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with much fervor.
“– I mean, I trust you Hubert, but I’d rather not face another disappointment in life again.”
Just like that, Kamisato Ayato’s demeanor shifted.
“My emperor (Y/n), I know that trusting another person isn’t easy, especially for someone like you with high status,” he spoke, voice laced with compassionate conviction. “But you have placed your trust in me, and of course, I will not let you down.”
As you listened to his delivery, you struggled to contain your grin of pride. For someone who looked ready to sleep on the floor when he entered the room, his voice carried the emotional weight worthy of becoming a professional theater actor. Hence, you decided not to comment on how he used your name instead of “Emperor Edel” for the sake of momentum. He knows what he's doing. This is the first time he called you by your first name– he's trying to fluster you.
“Hubert…” You muttered melodramatically, not knowing how the character should act or sound. “Fine, do what you must.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
You took another glance at the script and noticed that there weren't as many lines left for your character, which annoyed you. It seemed that Sir Kamisato deliberately set you up to fail. How can you win when he hasn't even gotten through one-third of his lines and you have already finished yours?
“Edel, I need you to look at me,” he spoke softly. “I need you to listen to the sound of my voice and follow my lead, understood?"
Since you weren't sure what to say in the first place, you didn't improvise any lines. You continued to sit next to him. He raised his hand near your face while he reads his lines. Your eyes naturally focus on his index and middle fingers as he points them up in the air. You don't understand the reasoning behind it, but there would be consequences if you check the script to see if that's written down. He would make up some nonsensical justification to deduct your points for this "acting game.” It's obvious. He’s not the only person in the world who can plot things like these.
“Are you still listening?” He muttered in a crisp yet low voice.
Your eyes squinted a little in an unsuccessful attempt to focus on his hazy image. You were naturally more inclined to focus on the two fingers between your faces, struggling to keep yourself awake.
… Struggling to keep yourself awake?
He moved his fingers slowly to the left.
“My liege, the pressure you’re carrying is an unimaginably heavy burden…” He slowly shifted his fingers to the right. His voice was barely above a whisper, and you were this siren’s only listener.
There’s a rhythm in his delivery. The charisma that his singing voice would convey remained present in his speaking voice, “even the smallest of tasks have been assigned to you– each minor inconvenience stacking up stress you do not need to carry alone. But you must continue to trust me. Focus on no one else but me and my voice alone. Only I can help you relax.”
… Were you so tired from work that this acting is actually working on you?
His fingers moved to the left again. For unexplainable reasons, your breathing wasn’t as shallow as it was earlier. You’ve made a mental note of how deeper it was compared to when Ayato first entered the room. Still, it’s too much of a draining challenge to focus on his face that you allow yourself to become absorbed in watching his slender fingers instead. You can no longer see his blue hair or face clearly.
Unbeknownst to you, your mouth was slightly agape–
and Ayato had been clenching his other hand tight in an attempt to resist the urge to capture your lips.
He dryly cleared his throat in a nearly inaudible sound.
Ayato needs to take this slowly.
He won't repeat the same mistake twice.
“T-This… ‘method’ may not be as comfortable as I would’ve hoped, perhaps a tad bit extreme, but I assure you that it is effective (Y/– Edel.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Please, follow my lead…”
Of course.
“Left… Right… Left… Right…”
Your eyes moved as commanded.
“Left… Right… Left… Right…”
He chanted those words thrice and more.
… Why do you feel like you’ve done this several times before?
Sir Kamisato kept talking and talking…
His features blurred and the outline of his lips and nose disappeared, but his lilac eyes were clear. Eerily clear. As if it was the only feature of his visage left. You held back a yawn. You're sloppily reminded that the room remained dark, lulling you without questioning his face’s uncanny emptiness.
Nearly faceless.
You blinked laconically.
What’s going…?
“Sir Kamisato I…” You yawned, unable to keep it in for much longer. “I-I think I might have to take a break…”
Kamisato Ayato smiled, but you couldn’t see that.
“An important dimens… to the concept of hyp…. thera… is how the therap… and their …ient perceive their environment. One impor… set of beliefs the patient must hold is their concepti… of trust they have for their therapi… and the safet… that co… along… with it.”
You could no longer follow his string of words.
Was that… from the script? Or is he talking to you?…
He continued, his grin growing wider.
“It warms my heart to know that you trust me, my b…ved. Trust me enough to beli… I would receive the… lead role– trust me enough to mindlessly believe that there’s a scene in …. that requires hypnosis therapy.”
“Take a break. You deserve the rest more than I do.”
That was the only full sentence you understood.
“Promise…” You yawned again, fluttering your eyes shut. “Promise you’ll wake me up?”
He laughed.
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Kamisato Ayato opened the door to the closet and your heart finally sank. You gasped as a pair of empty lilac eyes towered and stared down at you. He bent down and roughly grabbed you by the arm like one of his sister's stuffed animals, leaving you with nowhere to run. Your perception of an upstanding nobleman was shattered and stepped on as his twitching hands yanked you by the collar.
His fingertips were red. His fingertips were warm– and it was all because of the mess he made with the torn-up pillows earlier.
He found you.
The first game concluded, and much like the second game with “Edel” and “Hubert” in the present, Kamisato Ayato won this round.
“There you are. Why, I never would’ve guessed that you’re a sleepwalker–... (L/n)...? (L/n)? Why are you…”
Kamisato Ayato, a broken boy, hugged you. You can’t hear him– you can’t breathe enough– you can’t feel his warmth– all you feel is a restricting pain in your chest that screams this was the end of the line. You could no longer function.
He can't have that. He doesn't want to see you like this.
He loves you. Don't you understand that?
Then why were you shaking?
“No. No, no– b-breathe, breathe… W-Why do you look so terrified? P-Please… “ His hands trembled as he held you. No longer from anger, but from fear.
He doesn't want to break you.
“Please don’t be scared of me, (Y/n),” he whimpered desperately.
"T-Thoma! I need help, right now!" Ayato bit his lip, as he rubbed circles on your shoulders. He doesn't know what to do, but there's only one objective left in his mind–
Kamisato Ayato needed to find a way to put you back together.
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He nodded, playing with your hair.
It's been months since that incident now. Thanks to Lady Yae's help, you would've likely forgotten all about it. You're back, almost brand new, and your health had became his priority.
Kamisato Ayato, idol and heir of the Kamisato Clan, will not repeat the same mistake twice.
“Promise, I won't forget to wake you up, (Y/n). After all, it seems I'm close to mastering my skills on 'E█M█ th██apy'.”
Ayato cooed and kissed your forehead, but you were already deep in sleep to know that.
“I promise I will no longer break you, unlike last time, my beloved.”
Ansytea: thank you, 🦊 anon for joining the match-ups~ and hehe happy holidays to you as well!!!
No AFAB language ver (AO3)
posting this on the first was definitely intentional...uh huh
Contains: Cunnilingus, Fluffy Smut, Handjobs
Words: 1,146
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You and Tighnari have been dating for almost a year. Always kissing and touching each other but stopping before it gets too heavy due to not being ready to take the next step.
At some point, you were ready to do it but Tighnari still wasn't. You waited patiently though.
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You and Tighnari's schedule matched today, both ending class at the same time, so you drove him to your place.
Tighnari scurries over to the bathroom to take his binder off, already tired of wearing it for 6 hours. You go to your room to do the same, both of you feeling that long awaited relief.
Since you two are comfortable with each other, neither of you mind unbinding. Plus with the amount of time you spend together it'd be a pretty bad idea not to.
You step out first and lie down on the couch, Tighnari entering the room moments later. You outstretch your arms and he lays his body over yours.
He plants kisses all over you, starting from your collarbone and ending at your lips. You slip your tongue past them and kiss him passionately.
Tighnari takes your hand and brings it to his tail, letting you touch it. You take advantage of the new opportunity and run your fingers through his fur, the soft movements making him whimper into your mouth.
You pull away and smile at Tighnari's cute face.
"I...I'm ready." He says softly. "To do it."
"Oh." You feel your face grow warm. "You're sure?"
He nods.
You pick Tighnari up, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist. He nips at your neck as you bring him to your room.
You gently place him onto your bed and take the strap-on you bought a few weeks ago in preparation. You put it next to him, planning on doing something else first.
"Tell me if you don't like it or if it's too much, okay?" You look for a nod before pulling his pants and briefs off. "Tighnari...can I eat you out?"
His face turns red. "Ye- yeah.."
You kneel down and bring Tighnari's body close to your face, you plant a kiss on his little dick before parting his folds. You swipe your tongue along his pussy, getting a taste of all the slick he's accumulated.
Tighnari watches, ears tilted and tail curled as you stick your tongue inside his entrance and fondle his bottom growth. He mewls as your tongue hits a sensitive area.
"The- there~" He gasps and moans your name. "'S go- good-"
You continue working his cunt, relieved to hear that you're doing well seeing as you've only learned this from porn.
Tighnari lets out small noises of pleasure, 'ah's and 'oh's filling the room. "(Na- Name)- Gon- gonna- 'm gonna come~!"
You go harder with the encouragement of hearing Tighnari when he's close and wanting to make him feel good. Tighnari comes with a squeal, pussy pulsing and excreting white liquid onto your tongue.
He covers his face in embarrassment, spreading two fingers apart to eye you diligently consuming his fluids.
You pull away and wipe your face before taking your clothes off. Tighnari does the same with his remaining clothes.
After putting on the strap-on, you climb onto the bed and spread Tighnari's legs. "I'll go slow." You reassure, slowly easing the plastic inside him.
Thanks to you eating him out and his arousal, the slide isn't all too painful for the half fox.
"Ah-" Tighnari's eyes open when you bottom out. "It's all in?" He asks quietly.
"All in." You nibble on his neck and give him time to get comfortable with it inside him. "Tell me when you're ready, okay?"
"Mm.." Tighnari nods, processing the new feeling inside him. He mumbles your name and turns to face you. He places a finger on his lips to ask for a kiss.
You join your lips together, biting his bottom lip before sticking your tongue inside his mouth. You rub his thigh lovingly whilst exploring his warmth.
Tighnari parts from the kiss to regain his breath and to tell you he's ready.
You move away from him and gently hold his sides. "Make sure to tell me if you're uncomfortable." You say, slowly pulling out before pushing back inside.
Tighnari nods. He quickly gets used to your slow and gentle thrusts and quietly asks for you to go faster.
You pick up the pace, watching Tighnari slowly unravel. "Your moans are so cute." You look at him fondly.
Tighnari feels his cheeks grow hotter than before. "I love you~"
Now it's your turn to get flustered. "I love you too, Tighnari." You manage to angle your dick at his g-spot, his reaction to the first thrust telling you to keep thrusting there. "You like it here, Nari?"
He nods, gasping every time you hit it. "'S gh~ good~" His tail and toes curl.
You grin, happy to see your boyfriend enjoying himself. "You're so cute."
"Gon- gonna co- come~" Tighnari arches his back and moans, walls fluttering around your strap. "Ah- I should...I should help you get off.."
"Shh." You kiss his forehead. "You don't need to." You pull out slowly.
"Let me at least jerk you off?" He pouts.
You sigh, smiling. "Alright." You take the strap on off and put it to the side, making a mental note to wash it later. You lie down next to Tighnari on your side and let him snuggle up with you.
He spits on his hand and moves it down to your crotch, gently grabbing your bottom growth and moving his fist along it back and forth.
You bury your head in his shoulder, not surprised that having someone else touch you feels better than doing it on your own. "That's good...yeah-"
Tighnari's ears twitch at the low and pleased sounds coming out of your mouth. He's always loved your voice so hearing it while you're being jerked off is so arousing.
You notice his increasing horniness and bring your hand to his small cock, dragging your hand along it at the same pace as him.
"Ye- yes~" Tighnari moans in approval. "Fuck..."
The space between you gets warmer as the two of you bring each other to your peak.
"Gonna come Nari-" You groan.
Since he's sensitive from coming twice, he's close as well. "Me too-"
Uneven breathing, moans, and wet noises are the only sounds in the room. The both of you come at the same time.
You look at Tighnari's exhausted face with a soft smile. You pull him closer to you and wrap your arm around him. "Rest now."
You don't have to tell Tighnari twice, it's only a mere seconds before he falls asleep.
You rest your chin on his head and fall asleep with him. You can't wait to shower with him in the morning.
I had more work to do today, so I had less time and less brain power to write this. Enjoy what is 5% of my will to function.
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TW : Tentacle, Choking, Aphrodisiac, Mentions of Overstim
Character : Rengoku Kyojuro
Demon GN Reader
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You dodged a sword slash bathed in fire. A grin pulled across your face, you haven’t played with a hashira before, and this is fun. He overextended himself in one slash and you grabbed his arm, throwing him into the ground. You ran across the small clearing and into the nearby ruined house before he recovered.
Slipping above the door before he entered. He took a few steps before you dropped down behind him.
He turned, swinging his sword at you. You swatted his hand, hard enough to force him to drop his sword. Grabbing his neck hard and slamming him into the ground. Straddling his chest. He clawed at your hands, growling at you. The kicks hitting your back felt like nothing.
You watched calmly as his motions slowly weakened and slowed. The Flame hashira’ s Yellow and Red eyes became unfocused. His breathing slowed. You loosened your grip, allowing him to breath and giving you time to reveal your extra limbs.
Thick fleshy dripping tendrils pushed out your back, gripping his arms and legs. Another reached out and flung his sword away. Your grin never fading.
“So, what’s a Hashira like you doing out here? It’s rare for people to come for me.” You grinned as he started to struggle
“I have nothing to say!”
He struggles to fling you off, he didn’t even fling you off. You just stood up and walked away. Your tendrils wriggled under his uniform, pulling and tearing it off. The slick of your appendages staining his torso and legs. Only his haori was untouched, fluttering to the floor.
“What’s your name?”
“I am the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro! And I will slay you!”
You huffed as he kicked out, escaping one of your tentacles. You simply added more to hold him, pulling him down to a kneeling position, arms above his head. He yanked, doing his best to escape.
Leaning closer to his face, you stared into his eyes.
“Your eyes are really pretty. Too bad you are human.” You purred
“Yomoya.”
You closed the gap, kissing him. Forcing the liquid into his mouth, making him swallow. The liquid you excrete is an aphrodisiac. Pulling away before he could bite.
“Now, time for me to have fun. I plan on making you my bitch.”
You wrapped a hand around his bruising neck again, leaving a bite against his collar bone. Drinking from him.
A wheeze pushed past his lips as two of your smaller tendrils nudged into him, pushing his undergarments to the side. Slowly stretching him out, another tendril joined them.
“Such a slutty Hashira. You are leaking.”
“Shut up.”
Slick dripping from his ass, down his thighs, and into a puddle on the floor. Pulling off his fundoshi stained, you tugged at his dick, other hand rubbing his chest and rubbing the aphrodisiacs into his muscles. Releasing his neck.
“You won’t win” Kyojuro glared
“I will pet, I always do.”
You made your tendrils force itself against his prostate. An animalistic noise tore out his throat. Ropes of white splattering onto the old tatami.
“So Pet, lets see how long you can resist. The night is still young after all.”
A thicker tentacle forced past the smaller ones, thoroughly filling him and pressing the smaller ones into his walls. Tears start to fall from his eyes. Bitten off squeaks and moans accompanied by the lewd sound of you playing with his ass. He rested his head against your shoulder.
“Pet? Is it too much for you.” You coo “do you want more?”
He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.
“You do want more! Good slut!” A tendril wrapped around his dick and started to jack him off.
“NO! ST-STOP!” His voice hitched as he jerked back
Shoving a tendril into his mouth when he tried to make demands. Fucking his face and ass. His eyes rolled back and tongue slipping out as he came again. A low moan leaving his throat.
A few hours have passed and his eyes become fully unfocused. Allowing his arms to be free, he slumped into your arms.
“I can’t wait to fully break you, my pretty little pet.”
A smirk on your face, holding the fucked out Hashira close. You left his clothes, haori, and bloodstains in the house for people to find. Now time to get him home.
death and rebirth
ASMO: there are only 2 rules. don't be boring, and dress cute wherever you go ♡
It is odd writing for a kink I find weird, but it is a good excercise
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TW : Daddy Kink(duh), Brat Taming, Choking, Hair pulling, Spanking, Praise
Character : Uzui Tenma
GN!Reader (read as dick or strapless strap)
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“Call me daddy.”
“No”
“Call me daddy!”
“No.”
This is a, currently, normal conversation between you and your Olympic gold medalist boyfriend. Uzui Tenma, descendant of Uzui Tengen, a demon slayer. Tenma is a gymnast and he has a bit of a rude streak, flipping off photographers and choking reporters.
Recently he has been trying to get you to call him Daddy. You have been together for a while now and these last few weeks his urging has only gotten more aggressive. From simply asking to straight up demanding you. This is the most aggressive he has been with you.
His hand gripped yours as his face turned into a pout. His silver hair that never went past his ears, fell into his face. Violet eyes staring into yours.
“Call me daddy.”
You simply sighed, Tenma is being a brat. An annoying one at that. As tempting as it is to put him in his place, you don’t really want to waste your energy. Especially on a hot summer day like today. Japan is humid as FUCK.
But if he keeps this up your anger will make you act.
“Do it.”
You poured yourself a glass of ice water, straight up chugging it to cool off. This is not the first time he wanted attention or sex. This is, however, the first time he has been such a brat.
“Call me daddy.”
Your temper is wearing thin. A worn rope at this point. A rope holding your sanity together. A rope that is fraying and held on by threads.
“Do it already!” He is whining at this point
Tenma childishly tugged at you, pulling your arm. Pressing himself onto you, making it warmer than it already was. Sweat dripped down your face.
The heat is starting to piss you off too.
“Stop Ignoring me”
The rope snapped.
“Call-Hrk.”
Your hand found its way to his throat. Dragging him to your shared room and throwing him onto the bed. You straddled him, he was already hard.
“I fucking had enough. You are SUCH a Brat, Tenma. Would you shut up already?” Growling as you gripped his face
“Make me.” A sly grin stretched across his face
“Fine.”
Wrestling his pants and underwear off and laying him across your lap, you gripped his hair. Smacking his ass hard, he yelped.
“The fuck was that for?”
“Count” You tugged at his hair when he glared, landing another slap on his ass
“…. One…”
“Louder.” Another slap
“AH! TWO!”
Another slap.
“THREE!”
Time passes and the number higher
SMACK
“Tw-twent- twenty.” Tenma hiccups
By the time you were done, his ass was a brilliant red. Fat tears dripped down his cheeks. You gently put him onto the bed, lightly rubbing the red skin. His hard hadn’t ceased, it simply dripped with pre cum.
“Are you sorry for being a naughty brat?”
“Ye- yes… I’m sorry.”
“Good boy. I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. You took your punishment well.” You kissed his tear soaked cheek
“Please. Please take care of me.”
“I will.”
Lube soaked fingers plunging in and out of his hole, forcing him to bite his shirt collar to hold back his sounds. Stretching him open as his eyes screw shut.
He lays on his back, pillow under his shoulders. Tears drying. Legs open with his knees bent. Cock standing proudly, drooling
“Ready?”
“Mhn.”
“I need to hear it baby.”
“Yes… I’m ready.”
With Tenma’ s confirmation, you entered him. Slowly bottoming out and slowly rocking your hips, grinding against his prostate.
“Mo-move.”
Starting with slow and long movements. Pulling out to the tip and fully sheathing again. Motion repeating, slowly speeding up.
He opened his arms, almost as if he is demanding that you get closer to him.
“Please…. Daddy?”
“Is this a new kink of yours?~” you cooed as you leaned into his grip, stilling as his hands burying themselves into your tank top and his face into your neck
“Darling?”
“…..yes” his voice muffled from pressing himself into you
“You could have just told me.” Pressing a kiss into his hair
He pulled away, his red face said everything. Eyes looking away from you as tears started to fall again. He chewed at his lip.
“Where you embarrassed?”
He nods
“Baby.”
The amethyst crystals that are his eyes finally meeting yours
“Let daddy take care of you now, baby boy~”
He moans as you purred into his ear.
You move. Your hips meet his red ass at every thrust. He cries as you piston into him at a rough pace. Fast, but not harsh nor punishing. Just fast.
“D- Daddy!” He gasps out “Da- daddy Please!”
“Yes, baby?” You kiss his cheeks
“Kiss. I wanna kiss.”
“Of course.”
Pressing your lips together gently, he closed his eyes. His muscular legs wrapped around your waist. His arms that are just as strong pull you closer as his eyes shut. You pulled away, Tenma cries out louder when your hand starts to jerk him off.
“Gonn- gonna cum.” He chokes out
“You cumming baby? You cumming?”
You bite his neck
“Daddy”
“Cum.”
You both released at the same time. His staining the front of his shirt. Sweat making your clothes stick to your skin.
“We need a shower.” You leaned on him
“Together?”
“Yeah.”
Manipulating pantalone into betraying the fatui and the tsaritsa, make him youre slut, youre slave for you to use at youre beck and call, tell him to stay at the fatui because his only use is that power and money backing him, make him unable to push you away.
Oh you need something? Dont worry Pantalone has it covered, want to destroy a fatui camp? He will gladly tell you where and how, want to use his body as a cocksleeve? Hes already undressed with his ass up in the air.
"oh... traveller... I told you I can help you." you smirk at the traveller while pantalone was covered in his own fluids twitching, sobbing, drooling and begging to be bred by you.
How pathetically cute.
human!Mammon x m!demon!reader
smut; Mammon brings home a special toy he wants to show you from one of his shopping trips, sponsored by you.
sugar daddy reader, top!dom!reader, daddy kink, vibrating cock ring, overstimulation, mentions of multiple orgasms, anal
Mammon enters your flat with a bright grin on his face and flashy sunglasses over his eyes. His arms carry an arrangement of bags, each from a different brand in a different color.
"Daddy! I'm home!"
You turn your head to the entrance hall, beckoning the human to your lap. Mammon hums to himself while approaching you, quickly letting his bags drop, and puts his sunglasses on the table. One of the smaller bags stays in his hand before he finally finds his place on your lap, a pleasantly satisfied scent dripping off of him.
"How much did you spend, baby?"
Your core sin reflects in Mammon's eyes, shining bright as he reveals the 7k left in brand-name clothes and designer jewelry. Your hands find their place on his hips, squeezing encouragingly.
"So, tell me what that means, honey."
His bright demeanor switches, a familiar blush invading his cheeks and his still glowing eyes cast down, shy to tell you what you want to hear.
"It means I owe ya seven," Mammon says reluctantly, hiding his face in your neck as you inquire seven of what. "Seven orgasms, daddy."
You praise your shy human by patting his head with a low chuckle in your throat, grabbing his hair after to pull him away from your neck. Your eyes are devouring him already, and the shiver it evokes is cutely obvious.
"I actually- I got somethin', so it's easier to repay my debts," Mammon reveals, glancing at you through his lashes.
"Are you saying my cock isn't enough?"
Mammon quickly shakes his head, a flash of fear spiking through him at your tone.
"Just thought it'd be more fun like this, ya know?" his confidence is back after pulling a small package from the bag he put next to you.
"What's that?" you bluntly question while inspecting the "cock-ring" given to you by Mammon. You're not familiar with human technology, especially nothing in the erotic realm. As a demon, traditional skin-on-sin contact is best. But you're willing to make an exception for Mammon.
"I'll just show ya, 'kay??"
Mammon's excitement is bleeding off of him as he jumps up from your lap and starts undressing, and in the blink of an eye, his tongue cutely pokes the inside of his cheek as he stretches himself for you. You watch with starving eyes, the toy almost forgotten under the stunning visual of your human getting ready for your demon cock.
Mammon pulls his fingers out of himself, quickly stroking his dick a few times to get the also newly bought lube smeared over it. Almost theatrically, he gets the toy out of its box, twirls it between his fingers a few times, and finally slips it over his cock. His bright grin reaches your face, but you're not sure what to make of this thing wrapped around the human you own, and only you're allowed to touch there.
He suddenly hands you another smaller device, which glows in the same color as the thing around his dick. He mentions it as a remote and cheekily tempts you to press one of the buttons. You lean back into the couch's cushions before doing as he told you.
His sudden twitch and the strange buzzing make you jump a little before you finally figure out the toy's function. You sit back again, curiously watching Mammon's reactions to each of the settings on the remote. You settle onto a simple one, praising him for picking such a fun little thing.
You don't even have to give him the order to finally get your dick in his hole. Mammon does it all by himself, and you can't help but wonder what an obedient human you've pulled yourself in with him. His warmth nicely wraps around you, and you can't help but smirk at his adorable attempts at riding you.
The vibrations have his hips twitch constantly, making it close to impossible to keep a steady pace, and you find it more entertaining than the actual stimulation on your cock. You coo at him while reaching out, taking the cock ring to slide it along his shaft. Mammon courses shamelessly, his body quivering as he tries to stay stable on top of you. His nails dig deep into his own thighs, threatening to leave long-lasting bruises, which you can't wait to admire later,
You enjoy watching his build-up to his first orgasm, a warmth spreading under your skin as white ropes of his semen stain your torso. You quickly switch to a different setting on your remote, barely letting the human come down from his orgasm.
"Make sure to count, baby boy," you remind playfully, grinning at Mammon's pathetic whine.
-I just noticed that I never said it, but most of the time (if not every time) the reader is taller than the character. I may be a bit dumb, okay?
I have never written something like that in my life before, so I'm unsure if it's good enough. But food is here anyway-
a.n: I finished this at 5 am and fall asleep before publishing it, I hate myself sometimes, I just had to press one button and I forgot, please don't hate me angels
Part.2 - Part.4
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔, 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥! ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 '𝕤𝕚𝕣', 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜
-𝟝𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-
(𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣)
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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚
You were a banker, and Pantalone was your special client if you could call him that way. He was a particular rich man, really intelligent and with a charm that nobody could deny. He was someone you really admired, he was clever, and it was not uncommon that you would end up enjoying a cup of tea after work.
After some time being Pantalone's personal banker, you ended up being a part of the Fatui. The reason? The salary. You weren't interested in their motivations, you were just doing your work and going back to your house after. You weren't fond of the Fatui or Harbingers, most of them were just crazy guys wanting to kill people under a god's orders. So… puppets.
The only other Harbingers you were in contact with, except Pantalone obviously, was Pulcinella. The older man was quite easy to rely on, always calm and smart, you knew he was taking care of Childe's family whenever he was doing a mission, even sending sweets to his brothers and sisters. It became a habit for the older man and you to leave some sweets or tea boxes inside each other's office while the other was away.
This week has been hellish, nobody was doing their work right and money suddenly started to disappear. You were losing your mind over the matter, who was dumb enough to steal from the Fatui? You spend days and nights searching in every registers a flaw, something you could have missed.
But you were an intelligent man, and you knew you haven't made any mistake. You were glad to keep everything in the archives, even after months and months, as you could, in case, prove that you haven't done anything. And with tons of papers under your arms, you leave your office to meet with the 1st Harbinger. You could yourself sweat a little at the thought of being alone with this man, with other people around, no problem. Alone? No way in hell.
Thankfully for you, he called you while a meeting was held. As you enter the room, all Harbingers were there. There were the ones who didn't care one bit about you, the 'I want to kill you' vibe the second you stepped in and the two you were comfortable with. You place the documents in front of Pierro, classed by month as you explain every flaw you have found, even before you were hired. Immediately, you confirm it was none of the 9 people standing around this table as you checked everything personally.
You see from the corner of your eyes that Arlecchino and Pulcinella were nodding at you as thanks, as you knew it was annoying for them if someone else was going to do it. After all, most people weren't trustworthy with money as the Fatui were greedy people. It was nice to know that even people like them could trust you.
Even if they weren't saying it, as the Harbingers were listening to you, they were impressed. Not only did you check everything from the last past months in detail in less than a week, but you also wrote down any issue, name of the person, addresses, absolutely everything, going to the extent of doing a background check. As Pierro dismissed you, you're surprised when he ruffles your hair, saying you did a good job. You leave with a discreet smile, ignoring the raising voices when the door closed behind you.
As you were half-asleep in your chair, head resting on your desk, your door opens in a silent creak. This week's work worn you out, and you only wanted to sleep. You yawn as you feel a warm hand touches your cheek, rubbing gently your jaw as the comforting touch lull you to sleep. You thought it was just your imagination as you fall asleep until a soft chuckle reaches your ears. You shot up from your seat, grabbing instantly the weapon at your side, the shining blade pressing against the intruder's neck.
Pantalone stands there, waiting for you to lower your weapon. With how fast you moved, you still made a small cut on his neck, the blood dripping slowly as it get to disappear in the fur of his coat.
“Why are so stressed today?”
His sweet voice calms you down as you put back the weapon to its original place, for an unknown reason, you were on the edge and someone suddenly standing next to you didn't help. Pantalone steps closer, redoing your hair and placing your coat correctly on your shoulders as he observes you. You could see his usual sly little smirk on his face as he kisses you quickly on the jaw.
“You were impressive.”
You would have heard that from anybody else, you would have thought they were making fun of you. But the way his eyes lit up, even just a bit, could tell he was genuinely impressed. You and Pantalone grew closer over the months, being the only two people approximately sane, that was something rare these days. Pantalone was the really smart one, talking about everything he knew while you were the curious and understanding one, sitting there and listening avidly about his recent favourite book and newfound knowledge.
Surprisingly, he was someone who liked physical contact, and it wasn't rare to find him nuzzling into your neck or resting his head on your shoulder. It took you by surprise at first but got used to it, you noticed how your coat or turtleneck would always have his perfume on it with how many times he was resting against you. When he was not giving that cold glare and fake sympathy to everyone, he was quite cute. He was either behaving like a snake or, around you, like a cute puppy.
Suddenly, before you could open your mouth to say something, you see him rummage through his pocket. He takes out a small box, a purple one wrapped in silky tissue, just the box itself looked so expensive. Gently, he gave it to you with a small smile, his prying eyes observing your reaction as you unwrap it conscientiously. As you open it, a small and discreet ring was carefully placed in the middle of the jewellery box. This ring seemed familiar, but you could not manage to remember where.
“Do you like it? It's a reward since you did such a good job.
I am certain you spend hours looking at those awful reports.”
He moved behind you, massaging softly your shoulders as you lean into him, your body giving up under the soft touch. It was unexpected that a member of the Harbingers could be this gentle and kind. You shiver as he moved to your head, massaging your temples, cold fingertips sending little shocks through your body. You yawn as you lean more into him, head lolling back as it rests on his shoulder. Pantalone felt his mouth water as the soft skin was so exposed, as he wonders what you would say if he bit you right now.
You were trusting him, and this feeling alone was making him have butterflies in his stomach. He was itching to let his hands wander, but he knew he could not. It was so tempting, as you rest against him, your warmth spreading onto his cold body, it always amazed him how hot your body was compared to him. He wanted to stay there forever against you, snuggle into your warmth as you do something else. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair to untangle it was always making him relax, being around you was a blessing. You were the only worthy person here, the other Fatui being useless and incompetent.
Whenever he was asking for something difficult or not, you would lend a hand or explain to him where he was wrong. And something that surprised him, was that you weren't after his money. Anytime he would try to pay for something, whenever it was the tea or dinner, you had already your money out. It was frustrating him to no end, he was the richest here, and you never asked him anything. How was he supposed to court you if you weren't accepting any of his gifts?
He knew you would refuse the ring, he knew it, but he still tried. And when you put it in your coat's pockets, his heart skipped a beat, as you finally accepted him. His mind was telling him that you were just accepting a gift, nothing more, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. He was so mad when Pierro ruffled your hair, and he was not the only one, but nobody was close to you except him. He could be the only one for you, those simpletons had no chance against him. Were they even able to buy a gift as grandiose as his? No way.
His smile widens as he sees your body temperature rise up, seems like it was starting to work. The aphrodisiac he asked Dottore to make in exchange for a good amount of money was working, he could feel himself being affected too. Imbibing the jewellery box was a good idea. He could hear you pant, his hands holding your side moving to the front of your torso, feeling the muscles with bliss. Your hips thrusted up as you grab his wrist, trying to stop him, but he knew your mind should already be fuzzy by now. You were too weak to stop his hand from sneaking under your shirt, pinching the skin. Each groan of yours could make him cum on the spot, but he wasn't satisfied.
He was glad to see you react to his touch, but you would usually put up a fight with him, forcing him to submit without knowing it. Everyone was treating him as royalty, as a genius so nobody dared to put him back into his place. But you weren't anybody, your sharp tongue breaking his ego whenever he was acting too pretentious. He wanted you to force him to kneel and apologize, lick your shoes and make him choke on your dick. But you were too docile, almost as an obedient dog, that's not what he wanted.
He remembers Dottore telling him that the effects would wear off nearly immediately after the first orgasm, and instantly, without a second thought, he was unbuttoning your pants. When you'll be back to normal, you would be mad at him, right? So you could potentially punish him for what he did. The thought of you glaring at him like you did whenever you were annoyed made his legs quiver. He needed the mean man that would put him back in his place, slap him and degrade him.
He thought he could just jerk you off quickly, but he may have underestimated you a bit. When he unbuttoned your pants and just slid down your underwear a little to take your dick out, the size left him stunned. He knew you would be big, you were taller and buffer than him after all, but this, that was too much, even for a greedy man like him. He was rendered speechless, staring dumbly as he didn't know what to do. His hand shakes as he was hesitant to touch it, legs closing involuntarily.
Unfortunately for him, the effects of the aphrodisiac were a tad stronger than he thought they would be, and when you grabbed his neck with a mean smile, he froze on the spot. Surely he was turned on to see this side of you, but something inside your eyes made him shiver in fear. Your hold was tightening around his neck, and when he tried to stop you by grabbing your hand, you caught his wrist, twisting it in the wrong direction. The cracking noise was so strong, that Pantalone thought it could have been heard outside, the sudden pain made him moan, the delicious feeling of raw strength breaking him.
He was used to getting hurt, he was a Harbinger after all, but never he felt so good after one of his bones was broken. He could cry from the pleasure of this, he wanted it to leave a bruise, so he could remember it. With a crazy smile, he placed his hands over the one that was choking him, asking you to break his neck. He trembled as he could feel your fingertips dig into his skin, legs quivering as his knees finally gave out. He was held up by your grip only, legs swinging uselessly into the air, but before you could really break his pretty neck, you let go.
A wicked smile on your face as you watch him struggle to stand up, whenever he was pushing himself up with his arms, you would kick into them, making him fall again. He was sniffling, humiliation filling his mind. He looked up at you with teary eyes, glasses sliding down his nose as he sees you turn your back to him. He was going to protest, call your name until he saw you sit back down on your chair, legs crossed, your elbow resting on top of your thigh as you watch him in amusement.
He called out your name weakly, never did he felt this powerless. He was just something useless clinging to you, some dirt under your shoe. You motioned for him to get closer, his eyes widened as he put all his strength in his arms to get up, he was so close to crying with happiness. Until you clicked your tongue, he goes rigid, blood run cold.
“Who told you to get up? Crawl.”
He was paralysed, you wanted him to crawl? He looked down as he did so, he heard you click your tongue again, and he hurried to get closer to you. As he was on his knees in front of you, your hand appear in his field of vision as you hold his jaw gently, almost lovingly. You slid your thumb over his lower lip, bringing it down softly as Pantalone opens his mouth. And you spat into his wide open mouth. He moans as he swallowed, letting his tongue loll out to ask for more.
“Aren't you satisfied with what I just gave you?
Are you so greedy that you can't even say 'thank you, sir'?”
He fumbled over his words, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. His thoughts were scattered until you slapped him, immediately he started to thank you over and over, tears sliding down his cheeks as he blushed crazily. It was as if the spot you slapped was on fire, he would have enjoyed it more if you weren't so disappointed in him right now. He needed to apologize for his behaviour.
You could see him panic, one of the smartest men panicking because he did not know how to apologize. You teasingly moved your feet in front of his face, testing if he was that desperate for you. Almost immediately, his hands hold your shoe as he kissed it, moving to your ankle as he was licking and sucking on any unmarked spot.
With a smile, you watched as your shoe got more and more covered in drool, he was lapping at it like a dog, panting and whining as his tongue met the leather. You hear a noise suddenly outside, and you grabbed his long hair, hiding him under your desk as your legs were caging him. You took the first document you saw, acting as if you were reading it. And that's when someone knocked on the door, you looked down to see Pantalone resting his head on your thigh, droopy eyes looking right back at you. You run your hand through his hair before telling the person to enter.
And you froze when Pierro opened the door, closing it immediately behind him. He sat on the chair in front of you, handing out some documents to you, you guessed it was about the issue from earlier and started to read immediately. Everything was going fine until your dear rich friend thought it would be a good idea to start jerking you off while sucking the tip of your dick. As you continue to act like nothing was happening, you're glad the subordinates outside are making so much noise to conceal the wet ones coming from under the desk.
You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes off his gloves with difficulty, as one of his wrists was broken, sliding them into your pocket before using your precum to wet his hand a bit. And before you knew it, he was choking around your cock, the tip scratching the back of his throat as you watch his eyes roll back. You weren't even able to move your hand without the man in front of you noticing, you could feel his tears and drool mix together as it slides to the base of your dick, wetting your pants.
You stuttered once before focusing and speaking normally to Pierro, explaining where it looked suspicious and how you did not have the same data. He looked satisfied with your answer and only asked some more questions, you barely managed to conceal one of your groans with a cough before he could see how sweaty and twitching your hands were. As he left the room, he complimented you on your good work and ruffled your hair before leaving your office.
Pantalone was looking at you betrayed when he felt your cock twitched suddenly when Pierro talked to you like this. Unbeknown to him, it was because his teeth grazed one of the veins on the underside, sending the most powerful shiver through your body. You feel him pull back from your dick to complain, but you grabbed his hair, slamming his face down. You forcefully made him speed up the pace, listening to the choking and slurping sounds he was emitting.
At this point, you were just fucking his face, he was unable to breathe correctly, and he felt like he was going to pass out. So when he taps your thigh hoping you would let him breathe, he almost moaned when you pulled your dick out of his mouth. But when he tried to ask you to be gentle, you laugh out loud, tugging his hair roughly before being rougher than before. You were watching with bliss as his teary eyes lost their focus, metaphorical hearts forming into them when your hips stilled suddenly, as you shot your load into his throat. The warm cum covered the inside of his mouth, it tasted so strong he was sure it would alter his taste buds forever.
Any of his complaints from earlier left his mind as you were marking him, and his heart burst when you praised him, calling him your good boy as he was being the perfect pet. You pulled him off your dick as he was not doing it himself, still swallowing your load with a big dumb smile. But when he noticed how there was still some left on your shaft, you did not have the time to make a move before he was lapping at it, collecting every last drop of your release with whimpers and moans.
“I've been good, right sir?
Thank you so much for being so nice to someone like me.
Please can I have more, I'll do anything sir”
He looked high because of your cum, and you weren't so far away from the truth. The taste was addicting, the feeling even more, that he wanted to be filled by you. He did not mind walking around with a butt plug, he would even choose one with a tail at the end, so he would really be your dog, you could use him whenever you want, he will never complain, as long as he's your favourite.
But it seems like you were hesitating, and before Pantalone started to suck you off again, he gave you bills, thanking you over and over. The amount you had in your hand was more than your salary in two months as you watch Pantalone mouth at your underwear, licking the fabric and kissing it.
His head shot up when he heard you open a drawer, and let a tube of lube fall on his face along with a condom. You moved your chair back as you watch him spread his legs apart, but it was a too difficult position for him to insert his fingers, so he ended up on all fours, face on the ground as his ass was up in the air. You could observe in satisfaction his fingers disappearing inside of him, the wet noises filling the room as his whimpers get louder. With a sigh, you place your shoe in front of his face again, watching as he focuses on licking it instead of making too many noises. And honestly, if he kept being this loud and cute, you would have taken him now and not waited for his hole to be stretched. After all, your dick could do this too instead of his fingers.
Your patience almost snapped when he started to moan loudly, he was not using his fingers to stretch himself anymore as they were just slamming into his hole, as if he has gone crazy, he was not even moaning your name anymore but only 'sir'. Angrily, you tug his hair, watching as his mouth has fallen open at the pain, eyes rolling back as he cums on you, staining your shoes and pants. He was smiling at you happily, as he has still not processed what he did. When his mind clouded by his orgasm cleared up, he was left staring at your clothes in shock, eyes widening as he felt your murderous aura.
“S-sir I did not mean to! I'll clean it up!
I'm so sorry, I promise it will not happen ag-”
And his head was slammed onto your pile of documents, you fully pull his pants down, tearing off his underwear before slamming your dick into him, not caring anymore. You let out a shaky sign at the tight heat that surrounded you, almost hugging your cock so sweetly.
“If you dare drool on my work, you are dead.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Did I asked you to talk?”
“No-”
“Then shut the fuck up. Your voice is annoying me.
At least Childe knew when to stay quiet.”
You could see his eyes filling up with tears but when you pronounced Childe's name, there was only hatred in them. Pantalone had a disgusting feeling of jealously spreading through his body, the thought that Childe got you first drove him mad. He moved his hand back, spreading his cheeks apart for you as he placed his forehead against the wooden table, certain he will be able to keep his noises in.
“Baby, do you want me to breed you?
You'll be by my side forever that way.”
He was flustered at the words, pushing his face into the papers on the table, hiding his turned-on face. You can't help but groan at the way he was tightening around you while you were swiftly pounding into him at a fast pace. You clench your jaw as his ass comes in contact with your pelvis each time you go deeper, the force makes him shudder as he feels like you were forcing his walls to mould to your size. He never felt that good in this life, he was sure nothing could make him feel as good as this.
You were pulling out slowly to slam back roughly, your tip hitting his prostate each time you bottom out, shooting some precum in the deepest part of his ass. His tongue lolls out at the feeling, hands scratching against the table as he moves his ass back, back arching to coax you into being rougher and go harder on him. Your hand was itching to spank him, to dig your nails into his ass, leave your handprint onto his soft flesh. You were groping and slapping his ass just a second later, watching as he moves one of his hands back to grip one of your hand.
He was so close to cumming, some more thrusts, and he would do it. He tried to warn you, but he was unable to let any words out, he was crying as he tried to keep it in since you did not give him permission. His hand gripping at the edge of the desk as you were ruthlessly fucking him. You were pounding into the pretty man, raw skin clapping being the only thing heard in the room. His ass was a cherry red as your hand kept slamming down and with how hard you were going on him.
He slurred, trying to get some words out, but it was impossible. He almost screamed when he came, fluids covering the desk and papers just under him in a white mess. He shook when you stopped moving, flipping him over, resting on his back as you watched with angry eyes your ruined work. He was babbling, apologizing to you, gripping your shoulders with tears in his eyes as he was kissing your lips, claiming his love for you.
You moved your hand to his neck, choking him as the other was holding up his leg, and you slammed back inside. You did not care if he was screaming as overstimulation took over his body, clawing at your back in the hope it would stop you. The man was ruined, glasses falling off his nose and hitting the table, dampened eyelashes and black liner smudging over his face. You spat on him, dipping your fingers into the mess he left on the table before smearing it over his cheek.
You could feel yourself getting closer, heat pooling in your stomach as you prevented Pantalone from breathing, watching as his face turned red. You rested your forearms on each side of his head, rocking your hips back and forth, burying yourself deeper and deeper as you keep tightening your hold on him. You groaned, jaw hanging loose.
Pantalone has lost his mind, your thick cock bullying your way into him, stretching him to an impossible extent as he feels something filling him up, the hand around his throat making him unable to breathe. He wailed with the rest of his breath he had, as you shoot your load in him, filling him up perfectly, his stomach warmed up by the hot cum. You never stopped moving, prolonging your orgasm as he reached his high suddenly, head slamming back against the hard wood, dizzy under the pain and pleasure as he cum all over himself.
It was never stopping, you keep cumming in him, mind going blank as you were breeding him. He placed his hands on his bulging stomach, hearts in his eyes as he knew he was yours, you choose him over everyone else.
“Whose hole is this?”
“Yours… yours only”
He did not care if someone could see him like that, he finally got everything he wanted. Tears of happiness wet his cheeks as it ruins his makeup even more. You pulled out gently, ignoring his whimpers as you rummage through your drawer, getting out a butt plug before sliding it into him delicately. Your hand massaged his stomach as you watch his eyes crossing, hips jerking up as he was still hard.
He has been so good for you, you could not leave him like that, and with that, you wrapped your warm hand around his pitiful cock, jerking him off. The red tip was burning under your fingertips, cock twitching as hard as the rest of his body, panting harshly when you let go of his neck, watching as he pissed himself.
You sat on your chair, lifting him up to place him on your lap, rubbing small circles on his hips as you let him calm down. Kissing softly his neck and jaw as his mind cleared up, instantly hiding into your neck in embarrassment. Flustered as he sees the mess he made out of your paperwork, guilt bubbling up into his throat, he has really done it, didn't he?
“They are just duplicates, I don't care.”
They weren't, but he did not need to know that, especially when his dark eyes looked up at you with so much love. As he hugs you tightly, kissing you like a starving man. Sadly, the gentle moment was ruined by one of the subordinates knocking on the door, saying there was an emergency meeting. You both got up, Pantalone running to dress back up as you just buttoned your pants and placed your coat back onto your shoulders.
You place Pantalone's glasses on his nose as you kiss the tip of it before redoing his hair and removing his makeup. Both your turtleneck hiding the suspicious marks as you head to the door, waiting for Pantalone to follow you. You turn around, seeing how his legs were shaking, not being able to hold himself up correctly. With a sigh, you let him lean on your body as you walk into the corridor, and enter the room, accompany him to his seat. He motions for you to stay beside him, ignoring some Harbingers openly glaring at him.
As Pierro was talking, he gripped your hand, putting his gloves on your hands and slid the ring he offered you onto your ring finger and one of the rings he was currently wearing on your index. He intertwined your hands, showing off to the others with a smug face. Went as far as pulling down his turtleneck a little to show off the bruise you left while you choked him earlier.
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a.n: I'm only able to see Pantalone as a person who would court someone else, like courtship but no dating, and after that, straight up marriage. I can't see him as someone who would eventually let someone pursue the one he loves. This man is like 'you like them too? Then die. You are in the way.', nothing else. This man is courting by buying expensive gifts and fuck with the person, he has no idea how to show love without physical touch or gifts and has no understanding of humans in general. But he's smart for everything else at least. And bro, no way in hell he's a top, this man would love getting destroyed literally anywhere.
been thinking about diluc being a good little religious son who would absolutely never have sex before marriage with a man and then reader comes and reduces him to a cum-hungry slut for a demon🤤
Diluc who’s been saving himself before getting married to his special one, suddenly being defiled on his childhood bed, thrashing around for you to stop while you’re pushing your thick cock inside of him :( Imagine how pretty he’d sob and mumble incoherent prayers trying to convince himself that his stupid God would save him from the hell you’re putting him through :( <3
Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)
Contains: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Corruption, Group Sex, Reader Has Clones, Triple Penetration
Words: 527
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Venti should've paid more attention to his drink. He should've made sure no one could lace it with anything. He should've been more careful.
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You offered to bring Venti to your place to sober up and thankfully no one found it suspicious. Everybody trusts you after all.
You drop Venti onto your bed, smirking at the passed out bard as you make quick work of his clothes. "Fuck, did you make yourself look this slutty on purpose?" You grope his chest. "Of all the forms you could've chosen..."
Venti groans sleepily.
"Ah, and you're already wet." You use your other hand to rub his cunt. "Having a nice dream, Barbatos?" Your hand wanders to his ass and uses his slick to stretch him out.
He writhes around in uncomfortableness, it's likely that he's never taken anything in his ass before.
Once you've decided he's been prepped enough, you create a clone of yourself. You pick Venti up while the clone lies down on the bed. You put Venti on top of your clone, his back flush against the clones chest.
While he slowly guides your dick inside Venti's ass, you create two other clones. Both at either side of the bed.
"ah..nngh-" Venti grimaces unconsciously. "ugh.."
You climb onto the bed and gently push your dick inside his cunt. Venti makes strained noises and moans in response.
One of your clones shoves his dick in Venti's mouth, shutting him up. He still manages to make noises though, albeit muffled. The other puts Venti's hand on his length, moving it and forcing him to jerk his dick.
Once you and your clone bottom out, Venti jolts awake. He makes muffled screams and tries to squirm around but fails, the pain of having two cocks inside him stops him from moving. He's still affected by the drugs and unable to use his powers.
All four of you ignore his desperate screams, the sounds only turning you on more. You and the clone on the bed start fucking Venti in perfect sync.
Venti tries to fight back the pleasure but ultimately fails, letting you and your clones fuck him stupid. He weakly jerks off one of them and relaxes his mouth.
"Look at this slut, so willing to get all his holes fucked." You laugh, rubbing his clit.
Venti moans as his eyes roll back, instant waves of pleasure flow through him as he squirts around your length. He clenches around you and your clone desperately.
"I think he wants us to come." You smirk.
Venti tries to nod his head yes, already feeling another orgasm approaching at the thought.
You and your clones speed up as you start to reach your climaxes, releasing your spend inside the Archon all at the same time.
It's like a water dam broke, all your cum spilling inside him and filling him to the brim. Venti tries to swallow everything he can, choking on most of it.
Your clone pulls away from his mouth, letting him catch his breath and calm down. He looks at you with his face drenched in cum, a drunken smile gracing his features.
"More..?" He asks sweetly.