Hedonist (44-3)

Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom amab reader, sub Michael Myers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, handjobs, virgin michael, written with '78 mikey in mind

Michael loves lurking around the house.

He stands in doorways of the rooms you hang out in, he watches you through windows and through cracked doors, and even if you close and lock a door you can see his feet under the door frame- giving away how he’s looming outside and waiting for you. He’s like a particularly evasive and aloof cat, except instead of leaving you dead mice you sometimes stumble upon a decapitated head. 

You've heightened your senses to pick up on his presence better, first as a way of survival, yet now due to an interest in the large, quiet, distant man.

He really is like a cat, with the way you feed and house him. You'd never call him a roommate considering he doesn’t pay rent like a roommate would. Though you wish he would, because feeding and covering for him should be a bit financially rewarding. You’d broached the topic once and Michael had just stared at you until you’d awkwardly laughed and left it at that, knowing you were getting nowhere (but sometimes you find random people’s wallets on the bedside table. You take the money and forget you saw anything).

A lot of “conversations” end like that, with him staring at you, like maybe you’re stupid for getting this comfortable with a killer in your home. Maybe you are, because you are getting really comfortable with a killer in your home.

You’ve gotten him to sit with you- instead of him standing for sometimes hours- more and more, every once in a while you hear him grunt when you talk to- or rather, at- him, and you know he’s getting comfortable with you too. So comfortable that he likes to stand outside the door and watch when you masturbate. 

You don't mind it, obviously, otherwise you would've told him off, but it is a bit disappointing. He never enters, nor does anything to make himself known to you. The tension grows between the two of you as you continue to touch yourself to the thought of him, and he continues to watch. 

It occurs to you one night, laying on your back propped against your pillows with your lubed hand fisting your cock, that maybe Mikey- he’d kill you (maybe actually, really kill you) if you called him that to his face- is waiting for permission. It wouldn’t be the first time that his lack of communication has led to you needing to call all the shots in your arrangement. 

You've called out his name before, of course to no answer, but tonight you try again. 

"Michael," you groan, and of course, no answer. "You can, ah, come in," it's worth a try, but you doubt he'll make any moves. 

You squeeze your dick in shock as the door creaks open. The light from the window illuminates his mask, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you think you can see how he eyes you up hungrily. It makes a shiver go down your back, and your cock twitches in your hand. 

He steps forward just enough to close the door behind him, and stares at you, just watching. You slow down your pace, staring back at him. The two of you look at each other for a moment, the slick sound of the lube and heavy breathing being the only noises in the room. 

“You can take a closer look,” you finally suggest playfully, quickly adding, “if you want.” Michael shifts from one heavy boot-clad foot to another, then steps closer. 

He stands, tall and stiff, at the edge of your bed. His thighs touch the bed but he makes no move to get onto it. With him hovering over you like this, watching you so intently, you briefly wonder if maybe this isn’t a good idea. 

Michael's hands are empty, but there’s no saying that he couldn’t have a knife in his pocket. He might just be waiting for the very last second to stab you to death- killing you for your hubris and sinful nature- as he’s done to so many before you. Strangely enough, the thought of that doesn’t make you any less turned on. In fact, you think, if it’s even possible, maybe more blood rushed down to your cock at the idea of him straddling you with a knife.

Despite your grim fantasies, you can tell Michael is at least a little interested in the scene before him. With him so close to you, you can easily see how his coveralls are tented by his erection. And if he hasn’t killed you yet, maybe he never will. 

“Do-” Michael, who’s been staring at your dick, watching you stroke yourself, snaps his head up to look at your face at the sound of your voice. “Do you want to touch me?” you ask carefully, knowing that you look as flustered as you feel. Michael waits for a moment and you can’t tell if he’s really thinking about your question or just teasing you. Then he nods.

You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding, spreading your legs. “Come sit,” Michael follows orders surprisingly well (and you wonder if it’s just because it’s you who’s doing the ordering), getting between your legs slowly. 

As soon as you remove your hand Michael goes to touch your cock, “wait-” he pauses, looking up at you expectantly. You grab the lube, pouring some onto his hand. Michael flexes it, grunting softly at the feel of it coating his fingers and palm.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Michael?” you ask as he wraps his hand around you. He nods, slowly jerking you off in a similar fashion to how you were stroking yourself not minutes ago. You fist your hands into the bed sheets, trying to ground yourself as Michael Myers, the shape that’s been haunting Haddonfield for years, strokes your cock. 

“Do you- yeah, just like that- do you touch yourself when you watch me?” Michael nods again, staring at your cock as he plays with the tip of it in a way that could best be described as curious.

You let him mess around with you for a bit, let him get used to touching another person, let him learn what you like and don’t like, before you start talking again. 

“Can I- ah- touch you?” Michael freezes, slowly looking up at you. “I wouldn’t touch the mask, promise,” he seems relieved hearing that, so he continues jerking you off and nods. You slowly start unzipping his coveralls, revealing the black t-shirt he has on underneath. Getting it opened up a bit more you slip your hands under his shirt and run your hands along his chest, feeling him up and not missing the way his breath hitches as your fingers come in contact with his nipples. 

You’re starting to get a little fuzzy headed as he continues stroking you, like your climax is steadily approaching. You don’t want him to stop touching you, but you also want this to last for as long as possible. 

“Michael,” he looks up at you, squeezing your dick at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I want to see you with your clothes off,” you tell him honestly. He seems to consider this for a moment, and then he’s removing his hand from you backing up off of you. He gets off the bed, and you’re a bit scared for a second that you may have scared him away. Those thoughts dissipate when he starts to undress for you. 

You’re salivating by the time he’s naked. Of course the mask is still on, you would have been shocked if he took it off. His body is littered in scars, fresh and old, and they remind you of who he is and what he's done. You brush off the reminder that he's a murderer easily, so easily it should be beyond concerning. Instead of worrying about all that you let your eyes wander more. Seeing his pretty pink nipples makes you want to suck on his chest and kiss your way down his happy trail to his cock. 

Speaking of his dick, he's uncut and currently so hard and red it looks like it hurts. You coo softly and pat your lap, “c’mere baby,” with him undressed you can see the way the pet name makes his chest flush. 

He plops himself down in your lap like he’s meant to be there. His thick thighs, which are stationed at either side of you, have you drooling. You have to hold his hand to stop him from touching you again. Michael cutely cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

“Can I touch you more?” you ask, adjusting so your dicks are touching one another. Michael nods quickly, like he’s eager for it. You hum, quickly lubing up your hand again, and then slowly you wrap your hand around both his and your dick.

Though it’s muffled by the mask, you can hear Michael gasp at the feeling of your hand on his skin. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whine and a grunt, squeezing your hand that’s been holding his, hard. You get the message he’s trying to send, and begin stroking the two of you off. 

“Has anyone touched you like- nngh- this?” you ask, picking up the pace, because you don’t think either of you will last long. Michael shakes his head no, jerking his hips against yours. His breathing is heavy behind the mask, and every so often you hear a quiet moan or whimper come from him. You feel yourself throb at the fact that Michael is a virgin. 

“I wanna- ah- I wanna make you cum Michael,” you tell him, leaning in to kiss his now sweaty chest. Michael arches slightly into your kisses, starved for any touches you give him. “Been such a good boy waiting for permission,” you murmur against his chest. You notice the way his breath hitches when you call him a good boy. Michael’s cock is leaking pre, and with the way he’s jerking into your hand, frotting his dick against yours, you can tell he’s close. 

“Cum for me baby boy, cum- oh,” it catches you off guard, because he’s so quiet, but just like that he’s cumming. He again squeezes your hand- and for a brief moment you worry he’s going to break it. He shakes and twitches atop of you, cum shooting from him and dirtying your hand and his chest. You watch spurt after spurt shoot out, and come to the realization that though he may touch himself when watching you, he’s been pent up for a while now. 

“Good boy, fuck lookit you,” you groan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. You up your pace, working him through his climax while you bring yourself closer with each second. “Michael,” you cum with his name on your lips, as you have so many times before. The difference being that he’s right here with you and not 15ft away, watching through a crack. 

You’re still catching your breath when Michael leans his entire weight on you, painfully smushing his plastic mask into your skin. You make a noise of discomfort, but he’s too far gone to do anything. 

Once you regain your strength you carefully ease him off of you, and help him get comfortable in the bed next to you. You’re about to go grab a washcloth and a glass of water, but Michael's hand, rough and steady (and a bit moist with lube) around your arm stops you. “I’ll be right back,” you smile, “I promise. Just lay back, I’ll get you cleaned up, baby.” 

Michael blinks a few times, still holding you tight in his grip, before letting you go. You fulfill your promise, returning with the items necessary for a decent aftercare.

He’s observing your every move, like if you make a wrong one it’s over for you. Despite his watchful gaze you clean yourself and him up, then offer the glass of water to him. Michael shakes his head and you shrug before gulping it down. Then, you make yourself comfortable in the bed next to him, pulling up the covers.

Though it feels entirely awkward you press a kiss to the cheek of the plastic mask, wrapping an arm around Michael. He snorts, likely amused by your attempt at affection.

“I’m glad you came in this time,” you tell him honestly, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I’m gonna want to touch you a whole lot more, is that okay? Would you want that?” Michael is nodding before you even fully get the question out. You laugh, delighted by the strange, spontaneous, and exciting turn of events that occurred tonight. 

“Okay, we can… talk more in the morning,” you yawn, the adrenaline from getting off with the Michael Myers finally wearing you down. 

You turn off your light and pull him a little closer, smiling to yourself when you feel him cuddle up to you. The mask pressed against you is uncomfortable, but you don’t mind it if it means Michael is close to you.

“Goodnight,” you mumble, and receive a hum from him that you could get very used to hearing.

Saiki Kusuo x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

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As Saiki’s best friend, it was impossible for him to hide anything from (M/n). The male knew about his powers, only because they’ve known each other since he remembers. (M/n) was always there for him, to cover his mishaps and help him express himself.

Although that never worked with those classmates that called themselves his friends.

Specially, Nendo and Kaido, it was hard to refuse anything they said, but (M/n) somehow found the way… some times.

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Hgnnn i just read your Simeon emeto and am now going feral at the thought of bathing him after he pukes. You carrying him in your arms and sitting him in your lap while you prepare his bath. He's reluctant, but his head is still fuzzy and he can't help but to cling to you and whisper endless "thank you"s. You help him in the bathtub so he doesn't slip and gently cleans the aftermath of his episode and the various other fluids sticking to him, and you praise him for being such a good boy by letting you help him.

You rub his belly and he relaxes before looking a bit sick again, so you try to go get him something sweet for his glucose (i have no idea if angels work this way but they're made in human's image, right? So it may be something like that). Yet, he tightens his grip in your arm and begs you to stay with his stupidly cute pleading eyes and you obligue.

You wash his hair and massage his head and when you finish he's fast asleep, too exhausted to fight the fatigue. You let him and carry him to bed, giving him a kiss before starting to wash yourself.

This is so long i'm So sorry hsngsksgsjsvxsi😭 - 🍞

Wahh!! First of all don't apologize for how long this is! I love it 😳🥰

I'm obsessed with bathing as a form of aftercare (which I am not subtle about 💀). It's just so intimate!! I'll bet that during this Simeon is trying to remember the last time he was taken care of like this. He's been busy attending and caring for Luke for ages, and he's not spent much time on himself. Having someone carry him makes his heart flutter and his palms sweat. And when you start washing him down he has to hold back tears!!!

He'd look so lovestruck as you tend to him, and he can't hide it because he feels like he'll pass out at any second. He eventually does pass out, only because he trusts you so much and knows you'll continue to take care of him 🥺😭🥰

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╰─➤ dom! reader x sub! xiao, handjob, teasing, use of pet names, grinding, praise, cum eating, mention of over stimulation

⌗ pairings :: virgin! xiao & dom gn! reader

“f-fuck !” xiao was never really someone to curse so loudly but whenever it came to you, everything would change. “shh, don’t be so loud darling, you wouldn’t want others to hear you; right ?” your smirk said otherwise, you could care less how loud he was. you wanted everyone to hear how you turn the vigilant yaksha into a moaning mess.

it was funny seeing as you weren’t even touching him. neither of you were even undressed. grinding on his clothed cock seemed to already get him closed to the edge. his brows were furrowed, bottom lip red, swollen from all the biting, making out, and he was already sweating profusely.

“your so cute xiao.” you whispered in his ear and licking the shell of ear before nibbling his earlobe with your fangs. he let out a whine before bucking his hips up and gaining the smallest bit of friction against his crotch.

“p-please i-i can’t- hngk !—do this !” xiao whined as he squirmed against you. “of course, vigilant yaksha anything you want.” your tone was so sweet and promising. you were completely different than how he normally sees you but how could he trust you when your being so cruel.

before xiao even realized he was already sobbing fat salty tears. disgraceful, seeing as he’s a yaksha but you’re being so mean to him. why won’t you just help him ? he’s been doing everything you’ve asked of him !

you smile softly as you wipe away his tears with your thumb and give him a kiss; distracting him as you undressed him. you removed whatever clothing he had left, now seeing him bare. xiao’s face flushed crimson in embarrassment as realization hits. no one’s ever seen him like this and he felt so vulnerable.

he quickly tried to cover himself once the kiss was broken but you quick to catch him. “no need to be shy my love, it’s only me.” you whisper and kiss his face as you slowly moved lower, and lower, and lower before stopping at his stomach.

it was so soft and smooth, you wonder how it’d bulge when you fuck him but that’s a thought for another day. you glide your hands to his waist, feeling him shiver from your cold hands. you smile and redirect your dominant hand towards his cock. it was so small and cute, like a little bunny almost. you began stroking slow and soft, just to see how’d be react. “ g-go faster please..”

“what was that ?” you knew what he said but you just wanted to tease him a little longer. “f-faster please.” xiao repeated but this time a little louder. you shrugged, it was acceptable. you picked up speed, now using your thumb to collect his precum and use it as lube. looking up to check on him, the sight was oh-so beautiful.

his head thrown back against the pillows, with his hand covering his mouth to subdued his noises-even though it was futile-drool escaped from the side of his mouth, and his eyes glossed over. he was so reactive and you weren’t even fucking him. you almost started drooling, imagining how pretty he’d look getting his guts rearranged.

“your so pretty xiao.” “n-no i-ack !—i’m not !” he tried to argue but he couldn’t help the tingly feeling that went straight to his dick when you complimented him. “but you are, and your such a good boy.” you didn’t expect a loud moan to escape him, his back to arch so beautifully, his eyes to roll to back of his head as he drooled, and for spurts of cum to shoot out of his dick.

“all of this from just a little bit of praise my love ?” you question, using your fingers to scoop up his cum. “come on, clean up your mess dear.” you held your hand by his mouth, waiting patiently. slightly hesitant xiao wrapped his mouth around your fingers, licked, and sucked on them until they were clean. “good boy.” you praised him, and heard him let out a whimper. “don’t call me that.” he mumbled, blushing furiously.

“and why not ?” you tilted your head slightly, a confused look on your face until you felt something poke against your thigh. “oh ? seems like someone’s up for another round ?” your smirked. your smug look left him slightly worried what would come next. “don’t worry my love, i’ll take good care of you.” that’s how xiao knew it was going to be a long night.

Replacing the One and Oni

You take Itto's place as the boss of the Arataki Gang

FTM!Itto x Top!Male Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Double Penetration/Spit Roasting, Voyeurism

Words: 1051 (Bonus Included)

A while ago, Itto had made a bet with you. If you beat him 100 times in a beetle fight he'd make you the boss of the Arataki Gang. He was drunk when he said that but Arataki Itto was a man of his word, he just added a condition. You'd have to beat him by the end of the year, meaning you had 6 months.

No one believed you could do it. Especially with your busy schedule, you'd barely have the time. But you made the time and you got rewarded for it. Months later, you became the leader of the Arataki Gang.

"So...Unfortunately, I lost." Itto pouts. The gang bursts into tears.

"Does this mean you're leaving us?" One member asks in between sobs.

"No. Just stepping down." He shakes his head.

"So I can tell you guys to do anything and you'll do it?" You ask. Itto nods. Your smirk and go to whisper in his ear. "Even if I tell you to let me fuck you?"

Itto turns a deep shade of red and nods. Truth be told, Itto found you extremely attractive and often found himself masturbating to you. So why would he deny that request? Of course, he had no idea what it meant to agree to that.

"You two." You point to the two people in front of you. "Get me a table. Not something short like this thing." You kicked the coffee table in front of you. They nodded and scrambled to find a table.

"What are you doing, man?" Itto asks, trying to keep his composure.

"You'll see."

Moments later the two men come carrying a table and place it in front of you.

"Do...do you need chairs too, sir?" They ask.

"No need." You moved Itto to stand in front of you. He looked back at you in confusion but immediately understood when you bent him over the table.

The group starts to freak out.

"Hey." You silence them. "Don't speak anymore." You pull down Itto's pants and you roll your eyes at everyone's gasps.

"Wa- wait- can't...can't we do it in-"

"Shut up." You smack his ass. He immediately shuts his mouth. "Your body doesn't seem to care where you get fucked, so don't pretend you do." You put a finger in his wet cunt. He squirms around as you start to finger him, the gang looking at you two with multiple different expressions on their faces.

"You're so cute submitting to me." You kiss his ear. He moans. "That's right, moan for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel."

Itto blocks out all the eyes that were staring at him and pretends that you and him are the only people in the room. He whines as you remove your fingers. He turns to look at you and blushes when he sees you lick his slick off your fingers.

You notice the men in the room getting boners. "I'll allow you guys to have a turn with that loud mouth of his." You smirk. The men decide the order of who gets to go with rock-paper-scissors. Itto notices how desperate they are to be the first one to get a blowjob from him.

"Meanwhile..." You pull your cock out and thrust into Itto's pussy.

"Ah!" Itto moans, feeling completely filled when you bottom out. "B-big~"

"You like that don't ya? A whore like you must love this big fucking cock." You thrust into him, turning all your attention to Itto.

"Mm~ yes~!" Itto nodded. "Luh- Love~ it~"

You marveled at the fact that you got the "One and Oni" Arataki Itto to submit to you. He was the perfect cock sleeve.

"Fuck- It's like you were made to take my cock." You slammed into him roughly, not being able to get enough of him. After a long game of R-P-S, a gang member nervously walks up to Itto.

"Go on, Itto. Suck his cock." You slow down your thrusts for a moment.

Itto pulls the member's pants and underwear down, his hard dick hitting Itto in the face. Right after Itto puts the dick in his mouth, you pick up the pace, making Itto deep throat on the gang member's dick.

"Just take it like the whore you are." You grinned. You felt Itto squeeze around your cock. "Cumming already little oni?" You fucked him through his orgasm. His moans made vibrations on the other man's dick, causing him to groan and inched him closer to ejaculating.

"Looks like he likes your mouth, Itto. Be a dear and make sure to take everything he gives you."

"Shit-" The man comes inside of Itto's mouth and he struggles to swallow all of his cum. He licks up the rest that landed on his mouth. The next one comes in and Itto gets throat fucked by every guy in the gang, by the end of it he was drenched in cum. He had so much dripping from his pussy you ended up plugging it in to prevent a bigger mess.

Itto went from the boss to your personal little toy and he loved it.

Bonus:

"This is a pretty nice office." You look around Itto's old office and sit in his old chair. "Pretty nice chair too." You relax into the seat.

You notice Itto staring at you. "Come." You pat your lap. He quickly climbs onto your lap. Before you can do anything, he starts to grind on your lap.

"It was only a day ago and you want to do it again?"

He looks up at you, trying to be as cute as possible.

You smile. "Alright...go ahead."

Itto grins and quickly goes to take your dick out of its confines. He spits in his hand and jerks you off to full mast.

He pulls his own pants down and hovers over your dick.

"It's gonna hurt- ugh~" You groan as he sinks onto your dick. You can feel how wet he is, it's probably enough for him to ride you comfortably.

"(Name)~!" Itto moans, starting to move. You pull away his straps and circle your thumbs around his nipples. The way he reacts lets you know he's got sensitive nipples.

"You're so soft, Itto." You compliment him, groping his big soft tits. "Glad I won that bet."

"Ya...Ya coulda- ah~! juh- just asked~!"

"Yeah? You were hoping for this?"

"Y-Yes~!" He nods.

"You're adorable." You bring him into a kiss. You loved the way he moaned into your mouth. He continued bouncing up and down on your cock, feeling himself reaching his peak.

You parted from the kiss and went to suck on his breast, your hand groping the other one. Itto moaned loudly as he came.

"Ooh~! Yes~ more~!" Itto put his hand on your head, urging you to keep sucking. He managed to be able to continue moving so he could please you.

You moan as you feel your orgasm coming. Itto speeds up, wanting to milk your cock dry.

You take your mouth off Itto's tit. "Fuck-" You let out a dragged out moan as you cum inside his pussy.

𖤐 SINFUL. heizou !

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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.”

Nagito x Male reader

MINORS DNI

Content Warning ♡: Blood,rough sex, semi public sex?, lots of cum, biting, pain (mentioned once or twice idk) first work don’t judge I wrote this at 1am 😖not proofread, 3.7k words♡

Bending Nagito over the kitchen island, your hands pressed to his body. Your lips felt rough against Nagito as you bit him harshly, seeing drops of blood trickle down his neck. The sound of a gasp escaped Nagito’s throat and your grip on his waist was tight. His breath hitching and panting through his mouth, you watched his face contort in pain at each touch.

“Y’know, I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you Nagi~” you said, watching as he grew flustered. His hands were gripping tightly onto the sides of the countertop. Your smile grew bigger. He turns your head back at you, eyes filled with lust. You pull down his pants, looking at his checkered underwear. You quickly remove his boxers and insert two lubed up fingers. “a-ah!” Nagito cries out and moans loudly. His back arched against you, hands gripping the table. His breathing becomes heavy and ragged as he cums. You watch him with a small smirk on your face. “You liked that huh? Slut.” You say and start fingering him faster, watching how his body shuddered as you hit a certain spot inside of him. You lean down slightly when you see how flushed Nagito gets. “Fucking cum for me Nagi. ” You said roughly.

“a-ah! o-okay!” Nagito stutters and you hear the slap of his ass and you grunt in response, pushing harder into his hole. He moans once more, feeling how your hand rub up against his prostate and he clenches around your fingers.

You hastily remove your fingers from his ass and replace it with your dick. His mouth hangs open as you move yourself closer, leaning down to his ear. “Tell me you love me Nagi.” You whisper and then you begin thrusting your hips hard.

Nagito lets go of the counter top, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Mmmm” You slap him harshly on his back. “Say it Nagi.”

“I…love you…m/n…”

He says between short breaths. You smirk. “That wasn’t very good Nagi. Try again.” You speed up your pace.

Nagito swallows thickly before saying it again. “I LOVE YOU m/n!!!!”

You grin widely as you continue to pound away inside of him. “Good boy Nagito~”

You both let out loud groans, cum splattering on the side of the kitchen island. Nagito slides off of the countertop and collapses next to you. You look down at Nagito. He has sweat coating his skin, hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. It makes your lips curve upwards even further as you push a few locks of hair behind his ears. “look at your little stomach, so full with my cum.” You grab his left leg and raise it, spreading his legs apart. You lean down and bite his inner thigh, sucking lightly on it. “Mmm m/n..” Nagito moans loudly and squirms underneath you. He removes himself from your dick and moves to your crotch, giving kitten licks to the tip of your cock.

You close your eyes and lean back. “Fuck Nagito~” You moan, feeling his tongue work his down your length. He kisses along your shaft. He slowly opens his mouth and tries to take in your entire length, only managing to get half of it in. You tilt your hips back and forth, allowing him better access. You watch as Nagito takes his time working your length, working a little too slowly. You buck your hips up, stuffing his mouth with your cock. He starts gagging on your cock.

Nagito moans as you shove your entire cock all the way down his throat. You can see his face flush red, saliva dripping out of the corner of his mouth. His tongue licks at your dick desperately as you feel your own orgasm build up within you. Your eyes flutter shut as you hold back your moans as much as you could.

Nagito grabs your balls and massages them gently. You open one eye just enough to see Nagito moving his mouth down your length. You both cum at the same time. “A-ah m/n” Nagito says before passing out lightly. You kiss him on the forehead before falling asleep with him.

Don't Tell Me The Camera's On?

Bottom!FTM!Vil Schoenheit x Top!Masc Reader

[Series: LGP!, S!YOC] | AFAB language used

Contains: Semi-Public Sex, Recording, Degrading

Words: 1,260

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The director for an upcoming movie casted Vil as the main character along with you as the love interest. You and Vil didn't get along well but that's what makes the casting so good.

The movie is about two rivals falling for each other and the real tension between the two of you is why the director chose you.

Vil was okay with it, albeit annoyed, until the director told him about the sex scenes. He's never done an explicit scene before, let alone had sex at all. He doesn't have the time to engage in pointless activities, at least that's how he views it.

The director was willing to make the scenes less explicit for Vil's comfort, thankfully for him.

So the only thing he had to worry about was not killing you on set.

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Some of the scenes were so intense and sexual that it frustrated Vil. He started to actually find you attractive, making the scenes even more realistic.

Vil's character was supposed to fall for yours first and so far it was affecting him out of character.

It got worse when you and Vil were arguing about his uncharacteristically poor line delivery, he was so nervous about the up coming sex scene that he missed the proper queues. Even if it's not extremely explicit he still has to be in very close proximity to you and even make out with you.

He was trying to defend himself without saying why but it was such a weak argument on his side that it sounded like he was arguing just to argue.

The director decided to end filming and left the two of you alone to argue about whatever comes to mind.

The two of you eventually stop arguing, both of you out of breath and tired of the pointless argument. You stare at him as he tries to calm down, an odd urge to kiss him creeps into your mind.

You grab his collar and slam your lips together, roughly and messily kissing him. He stays in shock for a moment but kisses back and lets you lead him to the couch.

Neither of you notice that the camera was accidentally left on.

You pull away from the kiss and look down at his flushed and lustful expression with a smirk on your face.

You whisper taunts into his ear as you unbutton his shirt, your cool breath hitting his ear and the tone of your voice gave him chills.

Vil grinds against your clothed dick. "Shut up," He says breathlessly. "And get my pants off already."

"Quite the needy one, aren't you? This desperate from just a kiss." You smirk, unzipping his slacks. "Perhaps you were hoping for this?"

Vil glares at you. "Don't flatter yourself."

"You already doing it for me." You run your finger up his wet underwear. Vil shivers and shuts his mouth. "You want me this bad?"

"...No! I just...I just need you to finish what you started. Okay?" He swats your hand away and pulls his underwear off. "Get on with it. Though I doubt you'll even satisfy me."

You laugh, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants off. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" You pull your underwear down and let your hard length flop out.

"Shit." Vil mutters under his breath.

"Why don't you open yourself up for me?" You grin and bring his hand towards his sex. "It'll hurt otherwise."

Vil looks at you with disdain but complies, knowing that if he tells you to do it you'll say something smart.

He closes his eyes as he fingers himself, ignoring your burning gaze. Vil purses his lips when he hits a certain spot, almost tempted to moan but having no intention of embarrassing himself any more than he has.

"You're so obedient, sweetheart." You muse.

"Shut up." He pulls his fingers out. "Get on with it."

"So impatient." You tease and ease yourself into him.

Vil gasps and covers his mouth, he wasn't expecting the stretch to be this difficult.

You pause. "Too big for you?" You grin.

"I've taken bigger." He lies. "It's just been a while."

"Really?" You ask, unconvinced. "You act more like a prude virgin to me."

"Shut up."

"My apologies your highness." You wink, gently pushing yourself further in.

Vil covers his eyes with his arm, breathing heavily as you continue your entrance and eventually bottom out.

"Damn," You breathe out, finally reveling in the feeling of being inside Vil. "You feel amazing."

Vil laughs haughtily. "Did you expect anything less?"

"Of course not. You know I'm always so rude to you but," You lean into his ear. "You really are a gorgeous piece of work, Vil." You nip on the outer part of his ear.

Vil shivers. "Don't...Don't say that." He says shakily, his cheeks red.

"You prefer being degraded then? I assumed you preferred to be worshipped, what with you acting like a princess all the time." You grin and pull his head back with his hair, Vil's mouth hanging open slightly. "I'll keep that in mind though."

Before Vil can say anything you begin thrusting into him, knocking the thought out of his head.

"Fuck, listen to yourself. You sound like a dirty whore, moaning so loudly just from my cock."

Vil moans and blushes harder. He can't think of anything to say since you're fucking him like there's no tomorrow.

"Fuck- fuck~!" Vil rolls his back when your grip on his hair gets tighter. "Gon- gonna fuck- fucking rip my ha~ hair out~!" Thankfully they used Vil's real hair for the role, meaning whatever wig they could've used is safe from your death grip.

"I'll keep it as a memento from when I fucked your slutty little pussy." You make a particularly hard and deep thrust to emphasize your words. You let go of his hair and flip him over before pulling on his hair, forcing his head upwards as you fuck him faster, harder, and deeper.

Vil's mouth stays wide open, constant pretty but slutty moans leave his soft lips. "Yo- you brute-"

"You like it though, don't you? I can feel you tightening around me, your pussy's begging for more. More of my cock."

"Don- don't flatter y- hh~ yourself~! Ah-" Vil arches his back as a sudden wave crashes down on him, squirt gushing down and onto the couch.

"Your pretty cunt is doing all that for me, princess." You grin, thrusting into him a few more times before pulling out. Vil feels weirdly upset when he loses the feeling of you inside him.

You turn him around. "Mind taking care of it?" You lift his chin and imply that you want him to finish you off.

Vil frowns but jerks you off to completion. When he looks up at you with an incredibly sexy expression you almost burst right then and there.

"You better not do it on my face." Vil warns. "Tell me when you're about to finish."

You brush his hair out of his face and smile. "You'd look so cute with my cum on your face though."

Vil looks at you sternly.

"I won't." You promise.

You warn Vil before you come, his hand catching your spend.

You and Vil get yourselves somewhat presentable so you can go take a shower without any odd looks...or criminal charges.

You glance over at the director's camera and decide to double check something you failed to earlier. "Oh."

"What?" Vil turns to you then understands. "Don't tell me the camera's on?"

All Yours

Lucifer/AMAB Reader

☞. . . Another kofi request filled! This was a gore request, so please heed the warning and tags! Requester (candle anon) wanted something based off the first luci gore drabble I did and wanted the reader finishing onto his heart. I hope you enjoy! (1.7k words)

Lucifer was always known for his beauty. Even up in the Celestial Realm he was Michael's favorite, the apple of his eye. Asmodeus may have been the jewel of heavens, but Lucifer was the whole damn necklace.

Even now, his halo a pair of horns and two wings shorter, he’s gorgeous. Truly he was a piece of art.

Tonight, he’s a brand new canvas. You’ve spread him wide, bound his limbs to each post on the bed with strong red silks. Your paintbrush tonight is more precise than any hair; it takes the form of sharp metal, a collection of blades sharp enough to hurt just looking at them.

You pour a glass of aged demonus from his ornate decanter, swirling it in its glass. Lucifer watched your every move, lips parting with a sigh as you sit beside him. “Drink, baby.” You support your hand under his head and lift so he can drink from the glass, acidic alcohol flowing down his tongue and warming his chest from the inside out. “So messy.” You tut, pulling the glass away and wiping the dribbles from his lips with your thumb.

“Only for you.” He says, tongue darting past his lips to catch the lingering taste. “Only ever for you.”

It makes your heart warm and possessiveness fester under your ribcage. “So sweet, such a sweet boy. So well mannered and polite.” You give his cheek a pinch and he reddens under your fingers. “I ought to reward you,” you straddle his hips, unrolling the cloth of beautiful tools. The tarp crinkles under every movement.

Lucifer turns his head and watches you pick your tools. “Aht, eyes forward, look at me,” you pull him back by his chin and Lucifer’s gorgeous red eyes lock with yours. “Good boy.” He shivers, lips parting as he stares up at you. “Do you want a treat? Tell me, does my good boy want something special?”

Very slowly, he nods. “I want you to cut me open.” He says, every word calculated and honest, like he was utterly bewitched with your entire being—controlled in your grasp like a puppet on strings.

You smile, a gentle yet wolfish smile that makes his heart beat faster. “That's what I want to hear.”

Each touch of your fingers on his chest is chilling, sending little sparks under his flesh as you make invisible lines where you’ll cut. Once satisfied, you pick up the blade.

It’s a sharp silver blade with an elegantly curved handle. The first time Lucifer confessed his desires he knelt before you, presenting the dagger in his hand like an offering to the altar of your soul. And he would be the pliant lamb you cut into.

You press the point of the blade under his collarbone and Lucifer squeezes the drop ball tighter in his fist. “Breathe in,” you press hard. “And out.” Lucifer’s deep sigh trembles as you cut in, dragging the blade down his abdomen.

It catches on his belly button and you have to take a moment to work through the cartilage. Lucifer’s breaking. He’s red in the face and trembling, biting down on his lips so hard his fangs threaten to pierce through. “Demon skin is so tough compared to human skin.” You say as a passing thought, the blade ending above his pubic mound.

There’s a poking on your ass and you move to sit on his thighs instead. His dick tents his underwear, an obscene peak tainted with his bubbling blood. “Hah, sorry,” he sighs, hot tears passing over his cheeks. “Don’t apologize. I know you can’t help being a needy little thing. I’ll just have to take care of you, won’t I?” You coo, tapping the peak of his tented underwear. Lucifer hisses, eyes clenching shut as his hips rock up.

You don’t chastise him. Instead, you resume cutting, making horizontal lines at the ends of each slice.

Lucifer’s so patient through it all, breathing heavily with each pass of your blade. Blood continues to pour in steady streams from the wounds; thick black blood that pools under his body on the tarp and stains your hands. It’s a bitter stench of pure debauchery and neither of you can get enough of it.

You set the dagger aside and grab the split skin, pulling the slabs of his abdomen aside until you can see his undulating organs below the abdominal wall. A few slices and that’s moved aside, glistening intestine and thick rib bones on display—all for you.

“So pretty, Luci.” You sigh, gently stroking your fingers over his bunched small intestine. Lucifer keens under your touch, finally, finally, making the sounds you’ve been waiting for. Truly, it’s surprising how much he can hold back when he’s determined enough. “So very gorgeous. Don’t you know that?”

He swallows shakily, eyelids fluttering with each caress of your fingers. “I-I..”

You settle back by his hips again, press your own arousal against his. “Do you feel that, Lucifer? Do you feel how hard I am for you? You did this to me- you’re so beautiful I can’t help it.”

Lucifer looks down, down past his flayed chest, down his exposed organs, down to his pre stained underwear where he sees the swell of your erection strained in your jeans. You grind against him, a little roll of your hips that has him gasping like a fish out of water. It’s unbelievably hot. Lucifer’s brain is melting into a slurry of good and more.

“I can see your heart, Lucifer. And it’s all mine, right? Your heart is mine?” Blood smears your face from where you wiped off the sweat and Lucifer swears he’s never seen something so beautiful. He nods, quickly and urgently. “Y-yours, wheeze, all yours,”

You smile, giving his cheek a pat. “Of course it is. Something so pretty is obviously a gift for me, huh?” You feel Lucifer’s cock throb against yours. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you pretty? It’s true, you’re so pretty, especially like this. Your beating heart exposed for me…such a beautiful red. Just like your eyes.” You rock your hips against him, rub your erection against his.

Lucifer’s exposed heart beats faster, contracting and expanding with fresh oxygen. “Maybe I should take those eyes next, what do you think?” You tap the bloodied blade on his cheekbone, the flat end making a sticky splat against his skin. He gives a firm shake, hot tears bubbling up into those enchanting eyes of his. “That’s ok, you need those eyes to see what I’m doing, don’t you?” And he nods, and to your delight and surprise, bats his sticky wet eyelashes at you.

You groan in pure need, rutting against him harder, enough to make him jostle under the force of your hips. “So fuckin pretty, that’s right, my pretty boy.” You lean down, sucking your face into his exposed cavity and press a kiss to his heart.

Lucifer wheezes, a loud moan tearing through his chest—ragged enough you see his organs contract and then relax. “You’re all mine, all mine. Your heart's mine too, isn’t it?” You look up your lashes at him, lips smeared with rich blood. “Yess,” he gasps, cock twitching and throbbing in his underwear. “It’s yours, it’s- fuck, all yours,” he pushes his hips up, grinds his cock against yours.

You curse, your pants far too tight and uncomfortable. “Shit, baby,” you reach down, unbuttoning your jeans as you pepper kisses over his ribcage. Lucifer audibly moans at the realization, a low whining in his throat as you push your pants and underwear down and straddle his hips. “I wanna cum on you,” you breathe, kiss up his neck with your dick in your fist. You give a few pumps, panting against the hollow of his throat. “I wanna cum on your pretty heart.”

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, do it- do it,” Lucifer pleads, his dignity utterly destroyed by a pretty knife and a few kisses. He’s tugging at his restraints, yet the drop ball remains closed in his iron grip. You scoot up higher, knees framed under his ribcage. “You’re so gorgeous, Hah, so pretty and mine.”

You pump your cock, hissing with each pass of your thumb over the leaking head. Lucifer’s heart thump thumps below you, his fangs digging into his bottom lip with how tightly he sets his jaw. “Next time, I should fuck your pretty insides, huh?” You pant, pre dripping down from the head and threatening to drop onto his beating heart.

Lucifer can’t hold back the open moan at the thought, eyelids fluttering. “Fuck me,” he gasps, arching his back and pushing his chest up closer to your throbbing dick. “Fuck my heart, fuck my guts,”

So vulgar, so obscene. It makes you want to ravage him, it makes you want to tear him to shreds and put him back together to do it all over again.

Lucifer’s hands itch to be free so he can guide your cock down into his gooey insides, so he can jerk you off right into his blood pumping heart. The fact alone that he can’t touch you makes him burn with frustration and desperation.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna claim you, I’m gonna make you mine,” it doesn’t take you long for your orgasm to bud closer, the obscene display of trust and vulnerability getting you close before you even began.

“Yours, yours- cum on me, cum in me,” Lucifer babbles, crimson eyes wide and blown as they train on your twitching cock, excitement and anticipation flooding through his veins.

That knot grows tighter, tighter, until it bursts, until your dick jumps in your hand and thick, hot ropes of cum splatter onto his open heart. And it burns on his heart, it burns so deliciously. He cums in that moment, hot wetness seeping through his underwear. He’s been claimed, and that thought makes him dizzy.

The last of your cum drips into a puddle on his frantically beating heart, mixing with the sheen of blood keeping him moist. “I love you,” he says, so genuine and whole. “I love you, I love you,” he repeats as you untie the binds on his wrists.

Lucifer brings a shaky hand down, rubs his trembling fingers over his cum splattered heart. You bite your lip, eyes wide as you watch him smear it in. “Lucifer..”

He brings his hand back up to his face- and licks the mix of blood and cum off his fingers. “You’ve claimed me,” he says with a loopy smile, so fucked out despite not being fucked at all.

“All yours.” Lucifer sighs and you couldn’t agree more.

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