Biting More Than You Can Chew

yours

nanami kento

photo by ShuOuma me thinks 

WARNINGS: IMPLIED KINDAPPING, YANDERE NANAMI, COLLARS, SHOCK COLLARS, PAIN / TORTURE, MIND BREAK, DARK THEMES, BELLY BULGE, WORSHIPPING, OBSESSION AND MANIPULATION, OVERSTIM, FERAL READER

MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI

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╰─➤ dom! reader x sub! albedo, teasing, orgasm denial, handjob

⌗ pairings :: sub! albedo & dom gn! reader

the cold air sent a shiver down albedo’s spine, it was either that or the way you teased his aching cock; denying him any release. “please y/n !” he begged, his face flushed red, the same shade as his tip. “hm ? mr. albedo, you should be careful you won’t break anything.” you chuckled as you pulled on his hair, bringing his head back. he moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. “oh my..i should record that for later.” you whisper by his ear with a teasing smirk. “mmh..need to cum.” albedo’s words came out slurred; drool escaping and dripping onto the wooden table. “what a mess mr. albedo !” you commented, letting his head flop back down, his disheveled hair falling to the sides of his face.

“ah ! o-oh–need to cum..!” he couldn’t count how many times it has been that you’ve cruelly ruined his orgasms. this time felt so close; you kept stroking him but right at the last second you took it away again. “no no no !” albedo sobbed; fat tears falling down his cheeks. “mr. albedo ? would you like me to stop ?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder, and gave him gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder. “no ! i..i want you to continue.” taking a moment to let him catch his breath you sucked hickeys onto his neck, slowly stroking and using his building pre cum as lube. his breathing grew heavy again, much closer to panting now. your hand skillfully jacked him off, focusing on the tip a lot more than usual. “w-wait–oh archons !” albedo’s tears streamed down like a waterfall; hiccups being hear every few seconds. his hips thrusted into your hand, chasing for his release. you laughed at him, pulling your hand away once you noticed the way his thighs twitched and stomach flexed.

“you know..you’re supposed to be working and yet here you are fucking my hand.” you tone was mocking but you knew just how much he loved it. “was working..‘n you interrupted m–fuck !” you interrupted him again, jacking him off again with much more speed than last. “what was that ?” you teased, nibbling on his neck; making sure to leave a mark. he moaned and squirmed, each time he got closer to cumming until he would feel like it’d just happen. “mr. albedo you know the rules.” you reminded, your hot breath tickling his ear and the squelching noises surrounding the room only brought him closer. his mind felt so fuzzy he couldn’t think. his only thoughts were you. you. you. he moved his head onto your shoulder, giving you a lot more room to mark him. “wan’ cum.”

his comments and responses got shorter and shorter as time went on. at first he was confident in his ability to be able to last multiple ruining orgasms but now you’ve went too far and he was brain fried. the only things he could possibly be thinking about was you and cumming. “i bet you wanna cum so bad, hm ? is that right mr. albedo ?” you questioned the blonde to get no response. you frowned in displeasure and gripped the base of his dick. “i asked a question ’bedo.” he let out a choked gasp as his eyes went wide. “yes ! ’m just wan’ cum.” his cries were delicious; oh how lucky you were to have someone so perfect and pretty as albedo.

“just give me one more yeah ? can you do one more ’bedo ?” you peppered kisses anywhere you could reach while you waited for his answer. accepting the small nod he gave you as you still pumped his dick. it looked like it was almost turning purple with all the edging. “close !” albedo suddenly warned, gripping your arm or any part of you he could. you only let it slide because he probably didn’t even know what he was doing himself. pulling away, you watched albedo thrash against you for a little; even crying once again.

“almost there.” you remarked in an attempt to cheer him up. the only difference this time is that you made sure to make him cum, focusing on his sensitive spots as you had him blanking out and seeing white. his moans were loud and whorish, you thought he could possibly cause an avalanche. “g-gonna–hah–cum !” the tear streaks made him look even more beautiful. “cum for me ’bedo.” the words alone triggered him to spurt cum all over your hand, his stomach, and going down his thighs. “good job ! you came so much, your so good for me.” you praised albedo, kissing him with such softness.

you grabbed a towel and made sure to clean albedo up before helping him dress again. he was silent the whole time, too tired and brain fried to speak. “looks like i’ll have to carry you home.” a soft smile graced his lips as he watched you turn everything off, put things away and pick him up in your arms bridal style. giving one more kiss on albedo’s forehead you both made your way back home.

A ring for your heart

-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.

Subject #666

scientist!gn!reader x Leviathan

smut; you need a semen sample from the newly captured demon, but he has troubles giving you one. Why not help him out?

sub!Leviathan, handjob, sadism/masochism

"I'll need a semen sample."

The demon looks at you, completely bewildered, and you can see the red on his face progressing as he processes your words.

"H-hell no!"

His voice is high, his hands nervously beginning to fidget. You can only smile at him while turning back to your computer, documenting his reaction.

"I'll, of course, give you some privacy. Please use this for the sample," you hand him a small, clear cup which had been sitting on your desk for some time now, "and let me know if you need something to get you going."

"Get me going?" Leviathan swallows heavily while accepting the cup through the magic bars, miserably looking at it.

"You know, like porn. You've heard of that, right?"

The blush on the demon's cheeks deepens as he bashfully nods, a hint of disappointment in his shy eyes. You've noticed the way he looks at you, reserved glances spared for your body when he wasn't just sulking in his cell, mumbling to himself, and you felt like it would be a waste not to take advantage of his small obsession.

He's only a demon after all, and you've had quite a few of those in these labs already. No one would care for a few hours of undocumented time spent with Leviathan. You consider all this while turning the cameras off and packing your important things to leave the demon to his business.

"You know which button to press if you're done... or need help," you add a wink to your last statement, and you barely see Leviathan's eyes widen before the high-security door closes before your eyes.

To your surprise, Leviathan does not call for your help, and the device on your belt is still silent after two hours. Out of worry, you decide to get back into the lab with his cell in it, opening the door slowly in case he was still at it.

Under the loud sound of the security deactivating for your entrance, you hear the hectic shuffling of clothes and loud sniffling before you're met with a fitting image. Leviathan is sitting in the corner of his cell, his jeans messily and barely pulled up to cover his crotch, and he's holding a turned hand in front of his shocked face, hiding some of the tears, which are clearly visible in his eyes.

You offer him a scolding look before telling him he could have just called you if something was wrong. He starts stuttering, pressing himself further against the wall when you squat down in front of his cage, moving to eye-level with him.

"What do you need, hm?"

The demon shakes his head subtly, the panicked expression in his eyes rising. "I don't know?" he squeaks, more tears falling.

You sigh while getting back up and slowly start opening the high-security door to his cell, confidently stepping into it. Leviathan looks up, and you can see the smallest bit of excitement building in his optics. You kneel in front of him, putting your hand on his pulled-up knee.

"C'mon, tell me what you need."

Leviathan needs a moment to comprehend the situation before letting his hands sink to the floor and legs fall apart under your slight push.

"B-be mean to me, please."

You chuckle a little while your hands move to his waist, squeezing the soft flesh before pulling his jeans down, revealing his otherwordly demon cock. Small ridges line the light blue-colored shaft, which bleeds into a dark marine tip, which is slightly bigger than his cock.

You've seen it before, during his basic anatomical documentation routine when he was first brought in, but touching it now feels entirely new. Your fingers explore the texture while you ask him if every demon has such a small cock.

Leviathan gasps at your statement, the sound followed by a whimper and his hips shyly pushing up into your grip. Your hand strokes his cock a few times, easily finding the sensitive sports and getting used to its shape. Leviathan's tears started flowing again, his cock sensitive and hurtful after two hours of trying to get off.

"You're such a pathetic demon, Leviathan," you smile, your fingers tightening around his cock; tightening to a painful degree.

He cries out, his hand gripping your wrist but not stopping you. His body shakes, and his face looks utterly ruined, red, twisted, and glistening by tears.

"Gonna cum from having your dick strangled?" your words are laced in gentle whispering, right next to his ear.

Your lips are suddenly on his, the surprisingly gentle kiss contrasting your nails digging into Leviathan's most sensitive parts. He whimpers into your mouth, the sound pitiful until he cums. His semen shoots out of his swollen cock, pulsating against the pain you're inflicting on him.

You quietly laugh at him for cumming from this, watching the blue gooey cum drip over his torso. As the demon comes down heavily breathing, you allow yourself to scoop some of his release into the sample cup you gave him.

(Cw of edging,and implied pegging.) I've been thinking (I don't know if this is sexy or if its just me but), barbatos probably wears a LOT of layers for his clothes, so it's the thought that you bring him back to your room and try to get those layers off, he's got so many so to tease him you say you won't let him cum if hes not full naked, the pure shock in his eyes as he struggles to get the outfit off, but to make it harder for him you fuck him while he's struggling, so now he's struggling to either edge himself and allow you to fuck him senseless or get his clothes off to cum and possibly not get a full experience of being immersed. (Sorry it's a bit long and might not be good, I just thought of it 5 minutes ago)

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I love this!!!

Yes Barbatos does wear a lot, I think he does it to be formal?? But also, it must take a while to get them all off, so just imagine rubbing him through his clothes and he can barely feel it, it’s frustrating because he can see you touching him but he can’t feel it.

Then, you edge him like that and he’s already desperately trying to get the clothes off but he can’t, he can’t focus enough to undo his clothes and continue.

He is whimpering and begging you to please just help him get undressed, he needs to cum, it hurts!

Barbatos is so relived when you finally start to help him. But you don’t get him fully undressed, just enough you could start pegging him and having fun teasing hom

Ashe x Male Reader

Content Warning!-Deepthroating, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, sex with a demon.

People probably won’t know who this little man is, but I’ll still post this.

(I made this really late so this might not make sense lol)

Ashe puts his head down on your cock and keeps it there while he struggles to fit you in his throat. “Your taking me so good baby.” His hands grip onto the base of your hips, holding you steady as you pump him up and down. He starts to gag as you thrust your hips deeper down his throat, your dick hitting the back of his throat. You suddenly cum and watch as he swallows some of your seed, pulling off to catch some air. The rest of your seed spilt all over his face, some even getting in his hair.

You pull back slightly from Ashe to kiss his neck, nipping at his skin, then biting it. Drops of thick blood falling as you lick it up. As you let go, he immediately grabs your dick, covering it with some precum. He lines himself on your dick and immediately slams himself down on it. You take control of the situation and flip him onto his back, thrusting harshly into him.

He grunts out and looks at you, his empty eyes are wide with surprise. Your thrusts are quick and rough, your breath harsh against his neck. He digs his nails into you the skin on your back. Staring intensely at you with lovestruck eyes, clawing your back hard enough to bleed.

After a few seconds, Ashe is panting and groaning beneath you. Cockdrunk and unable to process anything that’s going on.

You have to do this more often.

𖤐 SINFUL. heizou !

🗯️ :: masterlist. reblogs are appreciated.

warning : priest!heizou ⊹ gn!dom reader, toys, humiliation, worshipping

“no, i can’t do it there..” heizou would plead, not liking the idea of doing such a sinful act, in church? he’d giving you hundreds of fucking reasons why he shouldn’t do such a thing, but you’d have your way through him anyway.

forcefully make him wear a vibrator and a cockring on a sunday mass. it hasn’t even started yet he’s already a mess, more afraid to mess up because he knows the toy will eventually get in his way. everyone would be there including you, both having a different purpose. you’d be there... to see him struggling to hold back his sinful yet addicting noises.

the poor boy would try to speak up even a few words, only to replace out a huff or a small whine. few people would be confused on why he’s been doing that, thinking oh! maybe he has a fever, maybe tired or haven't got any sleep yet..? and you’ll be in your spot, a grin plastered on your face as you toy with the remote. beads of sweat will form on the sides of his forehead, body feeling hot, as he tries to cover another whimper with a cough.

he’d look at the rows of people, like a lost puppy, and once he spots you he’ll plead you with his doe eyes, begging you to stop but also give him more. who knows he will be turned on by this? not him definitely.

and after making heizou suffering from the mass for who knows how long, make love with the poor boy. fuck him till he can’t think straight. give him praises, tell him how good he was out there, make him fuck you but boy, heizou can’t even thrust up his hips without his hips jittering.

he would take anything you give him even it it's all sinful. he’s your slut that he’d let you do anything to him if it makes you happy. pepper him with kisses as he tells you “you’re the only one i’d worship.”

Lustful Sex

Reader x fem character (insert your own!)

Content warning: Unsafe sex,kinda on the soft side, not finished and probably never will be lol ♡

“You look so pretty princess” You whispered lowly in her ear. Her legs automatically wrapped around your waist as you pressed deeper into her pussy and her moans filled the room. Your lips met hers in a hard kiss and she deepened it. She was already slick from all of the lube you used to get ready.

Your thrusts got deeper as you rubbed yourself against her clit which started throbbing beneath your fingers. As soon as your tip touched her entrance, she shot up into your hand. You smirked at how wet she is. You were still dripping precum, leaving a trail of drops behind you. You knew exactly what to do, you always did. With one swift movement, you pushed forward and entered her slowly. Her body instantly clenched around you. She let out soft whimpers as you began to move in and out. “God you feel so good, baby.” You growled as she grabbed on to your shoulders. You slammed down onto her once more but kept going. You felt a knot building in your stomach as your dick brushed against her walls.

“Oh god.. ohhh, Y/n I need you” She whimpered desperately as she squeezed around your cock. You pulled off of her and kissed her passionately. Your hips started moving more urgently as she gripped onto your shoulders tighter. Her hands began running through your hair as she tried desperately to ride your cock. She threw her head back and you saw stars in front of you. She began moaning louder as she bucked around in your hold. A loud growl escaped your throat and you came, coating her insides. You collapsed beside her as you took heavy breaths. She ran her hand through your hair before planting sloppy kisses all over your face.

imagine this, strapping venti into a fucking machine because he was a brat while you were working ♡

“This is it? This is my punishment? Pfft- do something better than this.”

His sass was showing up to get you all riled up but in truth he regretted saying that and now his anxiety was building up waiting for something bad to happen.

“Heh- don’t cum then.”

It was all you said before turning on the machine and turning it into the highest setting.

Almost immediately, Venti screamed.

His wails and cries filled the room, with you listening to all his pretty moans and form.

Sadly you had to leave to finish up your work.

Before you went back to your workplace you went over to Venti carrying a scarf, blindfolding him.

His hands tied on his back and his legs forcibly spread open for the dildo to fuck him.

“This is your punishment dear, don’t cum.”

And at that you left.

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After finishing with work you went back to the room where Venti was and checked up on him.

There he was.. prettily laying on his pool of cum, his voice hoarse and gone, unable to speak but only whimper and cry.

He was so pretty, at some point even you wished you were the machine fucking Venti.

You’ve left him on this state for what? 4 hours? Yeah 4 hours.

You went over to him as you caressed his back, as he moaned and jolted at the action.

“So sensitive.. ♡”

Up In The Mountains

cw: sub!sucrose, dom!reader, amab!reader, use of aphrodisiac, mild pet play, exhibitionism (albedo watches), overstimulation

a/n: i want to fuck sucrose dumb

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The coldness of Dragonspine was no match for the heat that Sucrose was feeling right now. Her shoes pressed onto the snow while you eat her cunt out.

“(Name)!” Sucrose squeaked out as she felt your tongue tasting her whole.

Her ass sat nicely on the crafting bench, juices leaking onto it.

Her cheeks flushed as you continued, loving the amount of noises she kept making.

“Did the potion take any effect yet?”

“N-No… I d-don’t think it worked!” She struggled to say, your mouth now sucking on her clit.

Her ears twitched each time you added more pressure, hands placed on your head while she tried to restrain herself.

“Well that’s a waste, isn’t it? Come on, I know you don’t want to disappoint me.”

You urged her to turn around, taking out your cock waiting for the alchemist to position herself. The poor bench was soaked due to Sucrose, yet she still laid upon it despite it cooling down a little.

She hungered for you. She couldn’t wait for you to pound her existence.

Slowly pushing yourself into her, Sucrose rolled her head back with her mouth agape and shivering not from the cold, but how you fit inside her.

Her cunt clenched tightly on you, almost like fucking a dog. Sucrose’s whines started to get louder, her hips clashed against yours as you went faster. Your hands held onto her sides.

“What? You also want a pat on the head?” You questioned the green-haired woman, and almost saw hearts in her eyes.

“M-Mhm! P-Please! A-ah!”

When your hand patted her head, Sucrose had an orgasm. Her panting became more obvious after a few seconds.

“(N-Name)! I-I think it’s working… Ngh!” She shyly confessed, unable to resist the feeling of your cock and trying to hump herself against you.

You remove yourself from the girl, earning an annoyed whine. “W-What?”

“I think we’re done.”

Huh. That couldn’t be. Sucrose looked horrified, it felt like her cunt was throbbing and feeling empty without you. How was she supposed to go back to Monstadt like this?

Her clothes felt so tight against her skin, nipples showing through her uniform. “I-I can’t–I can’t! Please, I’ll do anything.” She said begging for you to do something.

Tongue, Fingers, A Toy. It was fine. As long as you did it, Sucrose was alright with it.

“Fine, starting from now. No more talking. If you want to talk… Bark.”

“O-Okay…” Sucrose didn’t even consider the humiliation that came with it. When she heard you agree, she instantly nodded and ignored all the consequences together.

The potion made her so sensitive, much more sensitive even if she was in heat. She could feel each tiny movement you do, you were thrusting into her whole as if she was a doll and all she could do was let out whimpers.

Sucrose could hear ringing in her ears as she bounced from you pounding against her. “Mm! A-ah!”

How many times had she come already? Sucrose couldn’t tell but it didn’t hurt. The overstimulation made it all the better. Was she some kind of masochist? Surely, not.

“Aahhn! Mmpf!”

“What’s going on here?” A deep voice reached her ears only to notice Albedo standing right behind you.

You weren’t stopping and the noises coming out of her mouth wouldn’t either.

“M-Mr. Albedo! Ngh! Aah!”

Sucrose was taken by surprise when you slapped her out of nowhere. That’s right. She wasn’t supposed to speak.

“W-Woof! Aa-h! (Name), We can continue this l-later!”

“Now, now. Weren’t you the one begging for it?”

Albedo stood not showing any emotion on his face, only watching his loyal assistant beneath you. “Is this urgent?”

You questioned him, not even bothering to stop for a second while Sucrose neared her nth orgasm.

“Yes.”

“Just sit tight then, let me just ruin this puppy of mine.”

The feeling of Albedo watching Sucrose turned her on more than it shouldn’t. She forced her hands to cover her mouth, not wanting to make any noise in front of the Chief Alchemist but you threw them away and pinned it with your hand.

“Aah! Aah! Aah! (N-Name)! I-I’m close!”

“Good. Why don’t you scream for our little visitor over there?”

She tried to hold it but to no avail. Sucrose was to your mercy and you weren’t giving it to her.

She came once again when she felt your seed inside her, warming her insides. Her stomach felt so full of you for hours. Even when you pulled out, she still felt as if you were inside her.

Her eyes met Albedo’s and all she could feel was shame as her pussy throbbed from the feeling of humiliation.