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dark-omegaverse · 2 months

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Omega!Itachi x Alpha!reader

Summary: As the leader of your country, finding a husband was a big deal. Itachi was from a strong, loyal family, devastatingly pretty, and versed in literature and art. He was perfect. The only thing left before you signed the contract was his medical exam. You were sure he wouldn't mind if watched. Sub!Itachi x Dom!reader.

Warnings: Mean!reader, non-con situations, but no sex, power difference, watersports (pissing in container), reader bullies and humiliates Itachi for their own personal pleasure. (The first part of this was posted on my other blog, I didn't steal it 😉)

“His heartbeat is strong,” your head medic said, moving the stethoscope away from Itachi’s bare chest. “There’s no issue I can hear.”

“Excellent news,” you said idly, not even slightly surprised. As the son of such an important family, he would have gone through these sorts of medical exams before they put him up to compete to marry you.

The doctor left the examination table and went to note down the results of this test. Itachi’s parents were standing stoically in the corner of the room, personally chaperoning the exam to ensure their son was treated fairly and his innocence kept in tact until you had signed the marriage contracts. You paid them no mind; there were better things to be looking at, mainly the beauty on the examination table, who looked like he was doing everything in his power to refrain from fidgeting.

His robe was still tied at the waist, but his chest was completely bare, having removed his arms from the sleeves at your instruction. Unsurprisingly, his nipples were pebbled. You had to suppress a smirk; you set up this examination in a room without a fireplace for a reason. You weren’t allowed to touch him, not yet, but you could still have your fun.

He was simply the sweetest little thing, how could you resist?

The doctor returned to the examination table and crouched down so that his face was level with Itachi’s chest. Itachi stiffened imperceptibly before attempting to at least appear relaxed. The poor darling was clearly uncomfortable.

“It is not ideal for your nipples to be hard at this moment,” the doctor said, exactly as you’d instructed him to. “It will interfere with my examination.”

Itachi jolted, looking over to his parents for a moment, before swallowing nervously.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in a soft voice. He cleared his throat awkwardly and the next words came out a little stronger. “It is very cold in this room.”

“Perhaps we can-” Fugaku started, but you cut him off with a hand, standing from your chair.

“I have a solution, don’t worry,” you said, heading over to the door. You pulled it open widely, and while you couldn’t see him, you could hear the little gasp from the sweet man on the examination table at the thought of his body being on display for whoever happened to walk past. You addressed the servant waiting outside in a low voice.

"Fetch what I have requested, quickly."

She nodded, and then quickly disappeared around the corner, the echoes of her feet slapping against the stone following.

With that taken care of, you entered back into the room, purposefully leaving the door wide open. The position of the examination table had him as the first thing anyone would see if they happened to walk past.

“My servant will be back shortly, but she is not allowed to knock on doors like these, lest she interrupt something important, so the door will remain open until her return.”

This time you got to watch Itachi react. The little bit of panic in his eyes, the way his breathing was increasing at the thought of being seen. You watched him subtly lean forward, attempting to hide his bare chest with his hair. How adorable. He would have to get over such compulsions once you were married though; you had a bad habit of flaunting your beautiful lovers for everyone to see, and you had no intention of stopping even if this lover would be your husband.

“Your majesty,” the servant said, announcing himself as he walked back in with a bowl of hot water and some cloths. She had been extraordinarily rapid, but of course, you had instructed her to be prepared in advance.

“Thank you, you are excused, please shut the door on your way out.”

“This will help relax your nipples,” the doctor said, taking on the the cloths and dipping it into the hot water. He made a show of draining the excess water, but you had explicitly asked him to leave the cloth as wet as he could.

With the cloth in hand, the doctor walked over to Itachi and pressed it firmly against his left nipple. Itachi sucked in a breath at the temperature change, but your favourite part came a few moments later. Droplets of warm water started to run down his chest, finding their way down to his stomach before soaking into the robe tied around his waist. Itachi’s stomach jumped at the ticklish feeling of the water but both you and the doctor pretended not to notice.

A minute later, the doctor removed the cloth, revealing the glistening, soft nipple to the air. Quickly, before the cold air pebbled it once more, the doctor instructed Itachi to put his left arm up and began prodding, poking and squeezing at his chest.

Itachi’s breath quickened and his eyes closed. You wondered if he was feeling good or embarrassed, perhaps both. The little squeaks he was letting out were music to your ears, though, regardless of their cause.

Over in the corner, his parents shuffled uncomfortably and his father averted his eyes.

The doctor repeated the process with the other nipple before speaking.

“Everything feels in order,” he said, moving away to wipe his hands on a towel before jotting down his findings. “No abnormalities nor anything that would suggest he will have trouble providing milk for any children in the case that you decide against a wet nurse.”

“That is wonderful,” you demurred, eyes fixed on Itachi even though he wouldn’t look at you. “I’ve always wanted my husband to feed our children himself. It is uncommon in high society, but I think there are many… benefits… to that sort of arrangement.”

No one in the room responded, so you carried on.

“However, my dearest doctor, you seem to have neglected to drain the cloths sufficiently, you’ve left poor Itachi soaking.”

“Ah,” the doctor said, as if he’d just noticed the massive wet patch on Itachi's lap. “My apologies. On the bright side, I was just about to ask you to remove your robe, anyway.”

“Of course,” Itachi said quietly. He looked to his parents for support, and at their encouraging nods he slipped off the table and tentatively untied the robe from his waist, revealing everything to your eager eyes. The doctor quietly took the robe while you busied yourself taking in the sights.

His thighs were very delicate looking, and pale in a way that suggested they had never seen the sun. You wouldn’t be surprised if that were in fact the case. The divots in his hips drew your eyes next; they looked like perfect places to grab. But of course, the star of the show was the little, soft cock sitting between his legs.

Itachi could see where you were staring and immediately flushed bright red, his thighs and arms twitching as though he were having to consciously refrain from hiding himself from your admittedly predatory gaze.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad though… It was in the nature of a tiger to prey on the little lambs.

The doctor wasted no time in grabbing the tape measure from his desk and getting to work measuring around his hips, thighs and waist, and everywhere he needed. It would be great to finally have his exact measurements to send off to your seamstress. You had a frankly impressive collection of sketches and ideas of outfits you were going to fill your husbands new wardrobe with. The Uchiha were such a modest clan, and so you couldn’t imagine any of his current wardrobe would be suitable.

The first outfit that came to mind was the one you’d been sketching last night. The base of the outfit was similar to a purple bikini, although the fabric designed to run between the legs was actually two pieces of fabric held together with a couple of tiny buttons that could be undone at any time. On top, you designed a silver body chain, although looking at Itachi naked here in front of you, you made a note to change it to gold; it would suit him better. Finally, on top would be a dress made of gauze. It would give the illusion of a proper outfit, a classy silhouette, while of course being entirely see through.

It was not your most creative idea, but still one of your favourites. Perhaps you would get him to wear that to the birthday party you were throwing for him a few weeks after your marriage date.

“Just under 3 inches soft,” the doctor announced, delicately measuring Itachi’s limp penis.

Ah, that was another measurement you needed. You wouldn’t want his first chastity cage to be ill fitting.

You looked up to Itachi’s face to see that he was no longer attempting to close his eyes, but had now seemingly picked a random spot on the wall to focus on instead.

“Right,” the doctor said, standing up and jolting Itachi’s attention to him. “There’s only one more thing we need to do before we get you up onto the table and into the stirrups.”

Itachi visibly gulped, but your stomach lurched. This was one of your favourite parts.

The doctor pulled out an unassuming container, about five cm deep and 10 cm wide, and placed it on the floor in front of Itachi.

“We need a urine sample.”

There was silence in the room before Mikoto spoke up.

“Is there a private room for him provide it?”

“Unfortunately not,” the doctor said with fake sadness. “We had issues last year with a man who managed to fake the sample once he was alone, so it is pertinent that the sample be collected with witnesses.”

The dark haired beauty in front of you was almost shaking. How cute.

His parents did not look happy, but ultimately this wouldn’t be worth fighting the reigning monarch over, so they backed down.

“I know this can be difficult, but we have other tests to proceed with, so please try to be as fast as you can,” the doctor said. He placed the plastic container on the floor at Itachi's feet and then stepped back to his desk.

You could hardly contain your excitement as you watched the panic quickly build in Itachi's eyes as he realised he'd be getting no privacy. He didn't seem to know what to do, and you certainly didn't provide instructions. You wanted to see what his natural inclination was. Would he pick up the container or would he squat over it?

The silence continued, and the omega made no move to do as he was asked.

"Itachi," a rosy-cheeked Fugaku said. Itachi startled and looked up at his father. "Go on."

"If you need some help, I'm sure my doctor can-"

"No!" Itachi cut you off immediately. You smirked at the response. So shy. "I - I can do it."

With the threat of another person coming to help him, Itachi gingerly picked the plastic container off the floor and held it at his crotch height. He slightly opened his thighs to make room for the pot, and used his free hand to gently point his little cock. His head was hanging down, covering his face with his hair, and his thighs were shaking with humiliation.

You tilted your head, watching as he struggled to pee, but refusing to interrupt. You heard a couple of quiet sniffles and you wondered if he was crying. This was another thing he would have to get more comfortable with if he wanted to be married to you. You loved making them perform like this. Perhaps at your wedding you would have him wet his wedding outfit?

You considered it for a moment. Yes, you liked that. It would be symbolic to have him ruin the last piece of Uchiha clothing that he would be allowed.

Right now though, he would have to piss in the container.

So gently that you weren't even sure if you were imagining it at first, a tiny trickle flowed out of Itachi and down into the container. Clearly, once he had forced the first little bit out, the floodgates opened.

You hid your grin as you watched him piss, the loud spattering sound ricocheting off the stone walls and making it seem louder than it was. Slowly, the container filled up, and for a glorious twenty seconds, everyone in the room watched in silence at the beautiful spectacle, until his stream slowly petered off.

With his legs shaking so much, you were surprised (and slightly disappointed) that he hadn't made more of a mess.

"There," your doctor said, voice condescending. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He took the pot and put it on his desk.

Itachi said nothing as he tried to discreetly wipe his eyes.

"Now, it's time to get you in the stirrups. Hop back onto the table for me."

#itachi #itachi x reader #a/b/o #omegaverse #n-sfw #p/iss #alpha!reader #alpha reader

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chaos-monkeyy · 3 months

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The inevitable baldur's gate piss fic from yours truly 💦

Gale/Halsin smut: Stealth, or a Lack Thereof on AO3

~2k, contains accidental/nonconsensual voyeurism but also porn logic (i.e. everyone is into it, it's fiiine). Full tags on AO3, short excerpt below!

…Gale turned his head, raising a hand and blinking against the sudden bright flare of magic— and when he looked back… Sure enough, where the bear had been only a moment before, there now stood Halsin.

In his human form, naked as the day he was born.

In addition to being nude, though, he also looked… pained? Gale dragged his eyes off a rather enticing, broad expanse of bare, hairy, sun-dappled skin and felt his brow furrow in sudden concern. Though the bear hadn’t seemed injured in any way, Halsin had immediately curled forward on himself after transforming, dropping heavily down onto his hands and knees with a strained groan.

Gale was, once again, just about to push to his feet and call out— to offer help, this time— when the source of Halsin’s obvious discomfort became rather suddenly and very readily apparent.

While magic could account for a great many things— something Gale well knew— that did not, apparently, include handling a sudden and major change in a body’s bladder capacity…

#chaosfic #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin #gale of waterdeep #gale x halsin #smut #(kink)#p/iss

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peedpanties · 1 year

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Hi! can you write a fic with Levi and a male reader that loves to make Levi sit in his lap cock warm him and make him hold :)

w/ lots of praise and kisses ofc

Hes just to cute how could you not torture him a bit? making him keep his legs open as you rub your hands over his soft tummy pressing on his bladder and playing with his pretty cock that so nicely came out of his vent

live laugh Leviathan 🥰🥰🥰

Live laugh Leviathan!!

I hope this is good, I'm not as practiced with writing as i am with making art. I'm used to writing really fluffy stuff so idk how tortured he is lol, it's really soft imo.

Levi had only been sitting in your lap for maybe twenty minutes, your cock buried in his ass the entire time while he faced you. He was getting squirmy. You had watched while he sat on your cock, gulping down the 2 bottles of water you pressed to his lips.

"Settle down." You command, placing a firm hand on his bladder that definitely does not help and has him clenching around you.

"I-i…" he gives you a pathetic look. You exchange it with one that reassures him he's allowed to speak. Never in your time with Leviathan have you ever discouraged him from speaking up, but he was just so shy still. Even though this wasn't your first time together, Leviathan still hadn't gotten used to it. It worked out, you loved reassuring him all that he needed. "My tummy is so full, I can't." He finished whining.

"Yes you can, pretty baby. All you have to do is ask for help!" You said, readjusting his bangs. The personal attention only made him squirm more.

He glances away, as if there will be something there that can help him.

"I'm right here, Leviathan, don't you want my help? I know you're so full, I can feel it right here." You emphasize your statement with a light press to his bladder that has him yelping. "But look," you continue when he looks back at you, "these poor cocks of yours are here all neglected. They need my attention, don't they?"

Levi makes a strangled noise as you run your finger from base to tip along one of his cocks. The lips to his vent quiver and release more slick. He ruts a little into the touch. You press your hands down on his hips.

"Try and stay still for me, okay baby?"

You scoop up a little bit of that warm slick onto your hands and work it down one of his shafts. The noises he makes are delicious. You use your other hand to tug on his chin and bring him in for a kiss, a reward for being so vocal.

Giving Leviathan a few pumps, he mostly manages to stay still until you swipe your thumb across the slit. You hold it there a moment until his shiver stops, a reminder that he's not allowed to let go yet.

"MC, i ha-have to go, please, pretty please??" You've barely started fucking him and he's already begging.

You give him another kiss and squeeze him lightly at the base of his cocks.

"Alright," you grin, "you can start moving at your own pace, sweetie."

Leviathan sighs in relief and places his hands on your shoulders to ground himself as he lifts himself off of your cock. Very slowly, and wobbly. His legs must be feeling weak from being so aroused and so full of piss. He swears he can feel the liquid in him slosh when he lets himself fall back down onto your length.

You're still playing with his cocks, paying special attention to the heads, lightly squeezing and pumping the tips of his cocks.

A couple more thrusts and then you feel a spurt against your fingers.

"Leviathan, you're leaking."

He moans in response; he stops fucking himself on you.

"'m sorry, didn't mean to, so full, i can- can feel you all the way- in my belly."

It's incredibly hot, the way he gasps in between phrases; so worked up. He's not even trying to stay still at this point. He's grinding down against you, hard against your hips, as if he is trying to be even closer to you.

The next time he lifts himself off of you, you pull out a little more, and buck up into his ass before he's fully ready, more of your cock sliding against his walls. More spurts dribble from his tips, and you begin fucking the piss out of him.

He doesn't make it through very many thrusts until you feel two warm streams pressed against your own stomach, coming in bursts each time your hips connect with the flesh of Leviathan's ass. He's moaning and whining nonstop.

"Look at this puddle, baby," you say, calling his attention to the floor. "You really did have so much inside you. My poor, poor baby." You coo at him. "You did so good for me, you held it for me even longer than last time! I'm so proud of you!"

He melts at the praise, unable to help the way he's clenching around you. He's still squirming, but no longer because he needs to pee.

"Thank you." he says, sounding exhausted. You hook your arms under his hips and he instinctively links his hands around your neck, ready to be carried.

You waddle over to the bed with your cock still inside, willing yourself not to come yet. You gently lay Levi down on the bed, letting his hands fall beside his head. You cage him in with your arms, making him feel so protected and loved.

"Can I move, sweetheart?"

He nods, giving you a look that says he might cry if you don't start moving soon. He's laying back and letting you do the work, but he's earned it. Besides, you both love it when he just lets himself be taken and used.

Leviathan is already such a fucked out mess, the slide is easy. The wet squelching sounds of your lube-and-piss-soaked dick fill the room, driving each of you crazy.

You give him no warning when you come inside, balling the sheets in your fists. He comes soon after, satisfied to watch from below you as you pump him full.

#obey me omo #obey me omorashi #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me leviathan #om leviathan #levi #obey me x reader #male reader #p/iss

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knoxmares · 1 year

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April Showers Day 1 - Leaking

MINORS DNI

tags: gn dom reader, sub ftm trans idia, piss, implied snz kink, a dash of dumbification, possibly ooc idia

Eyes focused on the movie playing on the laptop in front of you, you grab another handful of chips, picking out one to offer to Idia who is currently resting his head on your shoulder. This is more or less what you’ve done all day, enjoying the epitome of a lazy day as you alternate between playing video games and watching movies. He happily accepts slipping the straw of his drink out of his lips so he can open his mouth for you.

As he crunches the chip you think how something like that would have flustered your boyfriend before, but he’s become much more confident in navigating all the different aspects of your relationship now. You give the top of his hand two little taps to express your fondness and leave your hand on top of his, absentmindedly tracing shapes on his cool skin as your attention shifts back to the movie.

You’re only reminded of the prolonged contact when his hand is ripped away from you, his head also leaving your shoulder as he lets out a loud sneeze. He stays frozen for a moment, hand still over his face and you gaze at him with piqued curiosity. Wide yellow eyes shift to you and the faintest shade of pink flickers in the tips of his hair.

“What’s wrong? Need a tissue?” You do your best to keep your expression neutral as to not betray your excitement at the prospect.

“Oh! No” He’s quick to answer, eyes quickly flitting to the hand he takes off his face as if to confirm he doesn’t need one. He rubs the palm on his shirt anyway, which turns into anxiously playing with the neckline. “I just…um…nevermind.”

“Okay…” you’ve never been one to push Idia, so you give him a moment, alleviating the pressure by facing the movie again. You can’t become fully invested again, however, all too aware of how Idia has shifted his body away from you. Previously he sat cross legged but now his legs are pressed together, knees pointing away from you, and the rosy tendrils of his hair grow increasingly vibrant. You’re only allowed to sneak glances at him because his eyes are very deliberately pointed to the screen although you’re positive his mind is racing elsewhere. This is confirmed when he suddenly speaks up.

“I…uh…didn’t need the tissue” he chews on his lip before continuing. “But when I sneezed…I..there was something…that happened…came out….I mean” He closes his eyes as if bracing for your reaction. Your lips part in surprise but quickly twist into a smile. You have a very good idea of what he means, but you’d much rather hear it from his lips.

“What happened, baby?” You gently prod.

“I didn’t realize that I had to… that it was full…” yellow eyes finally glance at you again, but they quickly shift to the opposite corner of the room so he can finish his sentence. “I peed a little…”

“Oh…did you?” Your tone is one of pleasant surprise.

“I guess my bladder could use some more EXP” He mumbles. It’s only the slightest movement, but you don’t miss how he rubs his thighs together.

“Perhaps it’s time for another boss encounter then” you tuck a piece of Idia’s hair behind his ear letting your fingertips trail down his neck as you enjoy his subtle shiver under your touch. “Feeling up to it?”

He nods quickly, licking his lips in anticipation. Moving the laptop you position yourself in front of him. “Let’s get these off, yeah” He nods again.

“Can’t speak, baby? Are you too excited or too distracted by how full you are, huh?” He lets out a soft moan at your words.

“Which is it?” You tease the band of his sweats, letting them snap back onto his skin and watch as he tries his best not to squirm.

“Both. Please just take them off” He manages to get out. His desperation shows as he clumsily tries to help you, panting lightly afterwards as he allows you to guide his legs apart. You tsk at the sight that awaits you.

“I thought you said it was a little leak… I was expecting a spot maybe this big” You tease him by tracing a small circle over his underwear, intentionally avoiding his small, swollen cock. He mewls at the contact just barely shifting.

“But your underwear is soaked baby. Why don’t you feel how wet you are.” You take his hand in yours and guide his fingertips over the outline of the damp stain on his grey briefs. When they graze over his tip, he muffles a gasp, bucking his hips into his own hand. You help him apply more pressure to the sensitive area, delighting in the way he moans and tries to squeeze his thighs together.

“Can’t make it too easy for you” You keep his legs apart, continuing to stroke his length through his underwear when his own hand stops. You can tell he’s building up to a climax so you slow your motions, teasing him. Your other hand drifts under his shirt finding the bulge of his bladder.

“Look at that” you slightly press on it causing Idia to whimper. “No wonder you had such a big leak. You’re so full, baby. Practically bursting and you didn’t even know. I bet it’d feel nice to let it all go”

“Please” he begs. You hadn’t intended to let him gain relief so easily, but the way he writhed under the small pressure of your hand was too hard to resist. You pressed down further, massaging his bladder, and pinch his tip at the same time, making him release a strangled moan. The piss comes first, stain growing quickly and leaking out onto his thighs. He twitches under your touch, climax coming soon after.

After you help him ride out his orgasm, you place a soft kiss on his still sensitive tip, eliciting a weak whine from his lips.

“Gained 100 EXP” he mutters.

You chuckle moving up to place another kiss on his lips this time. “Very deserved. Now let’s focus on that HP.”

#april showers event #p/iss #snz #cw dumbification #stuck being my number one hater for my writing lately but i’m on vacation so i’m trying to get out of my rut #cant decide if i like this or not but i’m posting it anyway #:p

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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Finally, Always, & Forever ~Dark!Miss Peregrine xFem Immortal!Reader

@athenodora-sulpicia-writer Request- Miss Peregrine; If you do can you write a one shot with the numbers, 2, 60 and 62 from your Mummy Masterlist all for a female reader/character? And if you write it about Miss Peregrine can you make it dark Miss P?

Hey @athenodora-sulpicia-writer !! Thanks for the request and your patience 😊 I had fun researching Miss P and now I’m happy to say that I can write for her! I got some inspiration from @valentineisrotting on this one 🙃 And I also found a Stela Cole song to go along with it! To me, Love Like Mine appeals to the dark and sacrificial nature of Miss P’s love in this plus the “I’m so good that I’ll make you wanna stay up” line😫 (and much more but that’s the main point). Hope you Enjoy 💋

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

#60. “You broke the rules…”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, little fluff, forbidden love (sort of but not really), kissing, eating out, fingering, punishment, overstimulation, gagging, mistress kink, praise kink, implied degrading kink, implied age gap (all legal), etc.

Enjoy (;

She’d told you to never visit. Not that she didn’t want you to… Hell, she longed for you to. No, because she was afraid they’d catch you.

See, you had what the scientists longed for… True Immortality. That was your peculiarity. You weren’t a simple child anymore, and if had gotten harder and harder to conceal with time. So out of preservation of both your lives, Alma had forbid you from coming to see her in her loops. It was letters only.

But once you’d heard of her loop nearly being damn near destroyed… You couldn’t help the urge to run into the arms of your lover to see if all was well.

You had heard from a friend that Miss Peregrine and her peculiar children had found a new home near New Zealand. So you travelled there and lo and behold, you found the rumored loop and house corresponding with it. You entered and walked through the front gate.

And next to the front door, talking to one of her children, stood the one and only, Alma Peregrine. You suddenly felt all childish again. You’d broken her only rule. But you didn’t care enough about that right now.

As you stood there from afar, mouth agape at your lover, Alma sensed something in the air had changed. You had started to walk up the front path to the house, when her gaze caught yours. A myriad of emotions washed over face.

Anger. Sadness. Pure joy. A little lust…?

As you walked up the house steps, Alma sent her child inside.

Before she could say anything, you began, “I know you told me… not to come… but…” you found yourself a stuttering mess, “but then I heard about you almost getting killed…?! And I just thought that I needed to know you were alright…”

Your gaze met hers as you hit your lips and blushed, unsure what she would do. Suddenly, it was like something broke inside the raven haired goddesses eyes. You gasped lightly as you were suddenly in her tight embrace.

“I was so worried for you…” she whispered.

Your eagerly returned her hug. Her lips peppering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Me? I was worried for you… Are you safe now…?” You whispered.

She nodded and pulled away slightly, growing more distant all of a sudden. Her gaze becoming darker.

“Love…?”

“Even though we’re safe now… You still broke the rules, my dear…”

Your breath hitched slightly. Light blush crept up your cheeks as you apprehensively nodded in recognition of your disobedience.

“I might do something I’ll regret…” She warily warned you.

Afterall, she hadn’t seen you in ages. And now she was getting a chance to lay hands on you once more. At her full Control. She wanted to check in with you first.

“I don’t care.” You whispered, “Use me. Fuck me. Edge me. I’m yours.”

At that, she smirked and nodded, her hand crept up your shoulder, as she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.

“Second floor, last door on the right…” she husked, “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts…”

Your breath hitched yet again.

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered, scurrying into the house and up the stairs.

You didn’t even register to explain your presence to her children, whom you passed along the way. Luckily, Alma had you covered on that front. As you stripped and dug around her closet for her signature black lace ties, Alma explained to her children a bit about you and your presence here.

When she came into her room, you were struggling in tying your second wrist to the bedposts. You’d already ties both your feet and your left wrist. The raven haired beauty chuckled lightly, and shutting the door, she came over to you.

“Let me help you, dear…” she purred, easily tying your wrist to the bedpost.

You and she both knew this was the nicest she was going to get tonight. After that, her tone and gaze went straight dark. The kind of darkness that made your thighs clench and your breath shallow… She then moved to the edge of the bed, taking in your entire form.

“You broke the rules…” she repeated, this time with an sharp edge to her tone.

You gulped.

“I did, mistress.” You whimpered, squirming under your restraints.

She hummed in satisfaction of your recognition.

“I haven’t touched you in ages…” she wickedly purred, licking her lips.

Even after all this time, it wasn’t hard to remember that she liked verbal answers…

“No, you haven’t, mistress…” you breathily whimpered.

“Safe words?”

“Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop, and three taps for stop if I can’t speak.”

The raven haired woman hummed in recognition and then began stripping in front of you without another word. You whimpered lightly at the sight of her body, adorning a jaw-dropping sleek, black lingerie set. Your little sounds did not go unnoticed by the other woman. She then climbed on the bed, crawling on top of you.

“You’ll have to be quiet. I won’t have the children hearing your leud sounds.” She warned, “I will gag you if you can’t keep those pretty lips closed.”

You nodded vigorously, pursing your lips together tightly.

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You knew she would punish you for breaking her rules, but fuck…

Why did she have to be so fucking skilled at it…?!

Her tongue dipped into your precious cunt tasting the juices of yet another orgasm which she had pulled out of you. You were a shaking, stuttering mess, who was desperately trying to stay quiet. But your head fell back in pure bliss as her tongue slotted itself inside your core once more.

“Fuck yessssss…” you hissed, tugging on your restraints.

At this, Alma cocked her head up and removed her tongue fully from your heated center. You hit back the whimper which was bound to try and escape you. The raven haired goddess then got up without another word and grabbed your knickers, shoving them in your mouth and effectively gagging you.

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The stamina of this woman, you couldn’t…

She’d been bringing you over the edge for hours, punishing you with the double edged sword of overstimulation. One particular lick to your sensitive and puffy clit, sent you spiraling and spasming. Your back arched and you screamed into your knickers in response.

“Yes, sweet girl, I know your mistresses tongue feels so good. But why are you crying, sweet thing…?” She taunted.

She wasn’t wrong… Your mascara was running down your face. All from the pure utter, overstimulating bliss the woman as bringing you.

“You asked for this when you decided to break the rules…” she wickedly purred, attaching her hot mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.

A desperate cry of painful pleasure left your throat.

“Is this too much for you…?” She taunted, attaching her mouth back quickly on your clit.

You nodded vigorously, pulling tightly against your ties, your body spasming at her touch. But she firmly held your thighs for her easy access.

“That’s odd… look at how your dripping on my tongue…” She chuckled wickedly.

You let out a particularly desperate whine, which was easily muffled by your make shift gag.

“But that’s ok, sweet thing…” She lustfully purred, “If you keep crying like that your mistress will let you cum in her mouth however many times you’d like…”

New tears of pleasure streamed down your face as she brought you to yet another climax, leaving your throat sore and your legs trembling.

“My pretty crybaby…” she cooed while cleaning you up only to go down on your dripping cunt once more.

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Aftercare was a staple for Alma. So when she was done with you, she gently scooped your fragile form up and carried you to her bathtub. She ran the water and then promptly joined you, making sure to live on you and clean you up proper. Then, the two of you snuggled in the water for a while. You nuzzled into her form lovingly.

“Missed you so much…” you murmered into the crook of her neck.

“I missed you too…” Alma whispered, kissing your nose affectionately, “You don’t ever have to leave again, my Dear…”

“I’m yours. Always and Forever…” you murmured, drifting off into a light slumber in Alma’s arms.

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yank-a-ton · 1 year

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[FULL IMAGE piss/docking warning]

#my art #gtav #trevor philips #michael de santa #trikey #gta v #gta 5 #I know lots of people dont like p/iss so no hard feelings if you hate this one

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evakant · 11 days

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vaccinated against piss kink (<- has read disco elysium fanfiction)

#is this anything #fra.txt #disco elysium #edit: actually i still remember the very first fic i read that had p/iss kink included #it was a sup.ernatural one #and you can't waterboard any more information about it out of me.#which.... as i hit send on that tag i realize is a poor choice of word #in this instance.

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daylighteclipsed · 2 years

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Riku taking Xemnas’ laser blade for Sora in KH2 is iconic and meaningful but Sora beating the crap out of Xemnas after that is pretty great too

#he was P issed #soriku

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thegoldenelite · 6 months

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I fuckin knew it. I knew they were gonna do this. I wanted Bucks vs. Kenny and Hangman 2 or Bucks vs. Golden Lovers 2, BUT NO THEY DID THIS INSTEAD. I'M PISSED THIS STORY SHOULDN'T HAVE J*RICHO. FUCK!

#I'M MAD.#i bet they're gonna get the b elts #then they'll have a r ematch before all these otheer 2 #fck j*richo #wanna know why those m atches worked why they're talked a bout all thw bc the long h istory #time*#i hope they l ose #and to have i bushi in a m atch RIGHT BEFORE THE BIG M ATCH THE D ISRESPECT #i love k enny but i feel very strongly strongly a bout ib ushi. guys I'm p issed #this is FCKED #rin posting #im not wa tching the rest just fuck #we should be pissed

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Purr-egnancy mood swings

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top dom amab reader, trans man sub bottom pregnant Satan, pet play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, piss, anal, dumbification, (nonverbal) subspace, little spit

Terms used for Satan: chest, tits, cunt, pussy, entrance, hole, asshole, vagina

Thank you to @arloheart for the commission!! and thank u for trusting me enough to let me have creative control over most of this <3

One second you’re peacefully holding Satan in your arms, cuddling him like you’ve been doing for the past couple hours while he reads. The next, he’s flinging his book halfway across the room, startling you with the loud crash that occurs from the action.

He’s huffing angrily, the tips of his ears red, gritting his teeth like the book committed an atrocity against him.

“Um… how’s the book?” you ask, regretting the question as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“Not. Good,” he spits out each word, coating them with a venomous tone. You bring your hands to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles.

Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, and his pregnancy has made him more moody than ever. He turns around in your lap straddling you to keep himself steady, being careful of his swollen belly, curling his fists into your shirt tightly. He looks close to tears with how upset he is.

He’s one trimester in, and has most of his family walking around on eggshells. It’s not something Satan takes delight in, but he truly cannot control the violent oscillations between his emotional states. You move your hands from his shoulders up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Let's think about something other than the book?” you propose when he is unable to calm down. “Or,” you tug softly at the hair on the back of his skull, making him look up at you, “maybe you shouldn’t think about anything at all, huh kitty?”

You watch in real time how the tension he’d been holding so tightly onto melts from his body. His pupils dilate with excitement, and a smile works its way across his face.

“Yes,” he sighs happily, his mood again swings, this time from angered to blissed out in record time. His legs clench around your waist, and he grinds himself against you.

“Do you want to dress up, kitten?” he nods, clenching his fists tighter into your shirt, but due to excitement rather than anger now. “Okay,” you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “go get your things, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Satan nods, leaning in to kiss you again, “don’t keep me waiting too long, beloved,” he tells you with that faux-innocent smile of his. His words could be misunderstood as a warning, but you know him well enough to know it’s a plea. With that, he hauls himself off your lap, holding onto his belly gently as he heads to where he keeps his things. You’re next to leave, hurrying out of his room, hoping no one runs into you while your dick is half hard.

You grab a glass of water and some snacks for later, knowing he’ll want them but won’t want you to leave once you’re with him. Then, you rush back to his room, hoping that you haven’t kept him waiting for long.

When you return, you find Satan sitting with several items strewn across the bed. He’s curled in on himself, sniffling softly.

“Satan?” you attempt to get his attention softly, setting down what you’d grabbed on the bedside table. He lifts his head, revealing he’d been crying. You’re by his side in an instant, hauling him into your lap again, so you can embrace him.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask, placing a hand gently against his belly.

“No, I-” he hiccups, “I didn’t think you’d come back is all,” he explains, his tears subsiding as he returns your embrace. You let out a startled laugh, relief flooding through your body that this is just the result of another mood swing. Bringing your other hand to his face, you wipe his tears from his flushed cheeks.

“Well I’m here, and I want to see you with some pretty cat ears, how’s that sound?” you ask, removing your hand and reaching for said accessory. Satan gives you a wobbly grin, nodding his head eagerly.

Carefully you help him clip them onto his head, “so cute,” you finish with a kiss to the tip of his nose, and Satan flushes.

“Okay to keep going?” you ask, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. He nods,

“Yes,” he sounds both breathless and soothed, “if you stopped now I think I’d have a fit,” he jokes. Except the both of you know there’s more truth than he’d like to admit in his words.

With a grin, you help him out of his shirt, revealing his swollen belly and his perky tits that have been gradually filling with milk as his pregnancy continues. You take them into your hands, rubbing his nipples with your thumbs as you massage them. Satan lets out a quiet moan, arching his chest into your hands while squirming on your lap.

He’s rubbing himself against your dick, and he’s unintentionally (though knowing Satan, it’s likely actually intentional) teasing you in the most agonizing way possible. You want to take your sweet time with him, but you know if you don’t get your pants off soon, you’re going to go crazy.

Looking over, you take a second to see what other items he picked out. Your eyes lock on the pink fabric collar adorned with lace, bows, and a little bell at the front. Your hands leave his chest as you go to pick it up, and Satan drops his head back, presenting his neck to you.

An appreciative noise leaves you at his sign of submission, and he smiles smugly. It takes you a moment to get the collar on, but once you do, Satan lets out a slow breath, looking at you through his lashes. He’s calmer now that he has it on, making you delighted and unbelievably aroused.

You tug on the front of the collar, and Satan falls forward, stabilizing himself by putting his hands on your shoulders. Still holding onto the collar, you press your lips against his, and with him sinking into his headspace, the kiss is languid and wanton.

“Open,” you mumble against his lips. Satan’s response is immediate, and he parts his lips so you can press your tongue inside his mouth. He lets you tongue fuck his mouth, moaning at the sensation and sounds that come from it. Drool seeps from his mouth, because his thoughts and senses are filled with you, and he can’t focus on simple things like swallowing.

When you pull away from the filthy kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. Satan bobs forward, trying to follow you for another kiss. You stop him, pressing your fingers against his mouth.

“Please-” he starts to whine. You cut him off by clicking your tongue.

“My kitty doesn’t talk,” you remind him. Satan melts, letting out a loud moan, and squeezing your shoulders with excitement. “Do you remember your nonverbal signals?” you ask. He goes to open his mouth, but recalls what you’d just said and simply nods. “Good boy,” you coo, looking at what other toys he’d gotten out.

“Ooh,” you pick up the pair of white, lace, crotchless panties that Satan laid next to his tail. “You wanna put these on for me?” He nods, so you ease him off of your lap and onto his back on the bed. Hovering over him, you pull down his new maternity pants and the underwear he’s been wearing today- catching sight of the noticeable wet spot from his arousal- before you toss them off the bed.

Satan preens under your gaze, spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go so you can get a good look at his soaked pussy. “Pretty kitty,” you muse softly, rubbing his erect clit gently. Satan lets out a whimper, bucking his hips as best as he can into your touch. Your other hand rubs and massages his belly affectionately.

You touch him for a moment longer, drinking up the sounds he makes as you tease him. When you pull your hand away from between his legs, Satan whines, loud and very disappointed. Your hand that was rubbing his belly goes to pinch his inner thigh as you mumble,

“Behave,” as a warning. He huffs, but doesn’t have the time to get too upset when he sees you pick up the panties. You help him into them, pulling the fabric through one leg, then the other. Slowly, you pull them up until the garment sits nicely on his hips, framing his pussy for you. You let out a low whistle at the sight.

“God, you look so good,” you practically moan. A proud smirk works its way onto Satan’s face; he’s obviously very pleased with the fact that a simple article of clothing could have such an effect on you.

“Tail next,” you hum, grabbing the buttplug that’s affixed with a furry white tail. Satan practically wiggles with giddiness, gnawing on his puffy lips.

You grab the lube next, popping it open and lathering your fingers with it. The slick from his pussy has dribbled downwards, so Satan’s asshole is already wet when your fingers come in contact with it. You rub his rim gently,

“Relax for me kitten,” his eyes flutter shut as he focuses on doing what he’s told. With him lax under you, you’re able to press a finger into him with little resistance. Satan lets out a half pained, half pleasured moan. “Oh, taking me so well kitten, good boy,” you groan, and he practically purrs under the praise, sinking further into his headspace.

With him soothed and submissive, you’re able to easily get two fingers into him in no time. You stretch and fuck his ass with your fingers until you know he’ll be able to take the plug. Satan’s been moaning, groaning, and whimpering under you, making all sorts of sweet noises. Then, to hear him more you continue to finger fuck him, savoring the way he twitches and squeezes around your fingers.

“Guh- Muh- Puh- nghh-” his noises have shifted to sounding like syllables of something. He wants to talk so badly, and each sound comes out like he’s biting the words before they leave his mouth.

“What’s on your silly little mind, kitty?” you ask, giving him permission to speak.

“Please fuck my vagina, fuh-fill me, breed me again, I- ah- I wanna give you a litter please, please,” he blurts.

“Oh sweet boy,” you moan, delicately pulling your fingers from his hole. You take the plug, lube it up, and slip it into him easily. Satan knocks his head back and moans when his ass is filled with the plug.

“That feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer. He nods, his eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the new intrusion.

“Fuck me,” he pleads after a moment, like you would have forgotten about what he wants already. Feeling your own patience thinning, you quickly strip yourself of your clothes, letting out a relieved sigh when your dick is finally free from the confines of your pants.

“Have to stretch you,” you remind him, and you watch him turn red.

“No!” he wails, “I can take it, fuck me now,” he glares at you, his eyes bright and wild. You shake your head, not allowing his temper tantrum to affect your judgment.

“If you talk like that I’ll gag you,” you warn, and Satan bites his lip as you brush your lubed fingers against his cunt. “I’ll be quick, but I’m not going to fuck you until you’re stretched,” you decide. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but doesn’t talk back.

With how turned on and relaxed he is, it doesn’t take you long to have two fingers stretching and fucking open his pussy. Satan practically sobbed with relief when your digits entered him. Now he squirms and pants as your fingers curl upwards and press against his most sensitive spots. By the time you ease in a third finger, he’s close to cumming- yet refusing to admit that- so you pull your fingers out and give his lips a kiss to muffle his complaints.

Spreading the mix of lube and his juices onto your cock, you let out a soft moan at the sensation. Though you’ve been inside of him so many times before, you’ll always get excited for the heavenly pleasure that will overcome you when you slide into Satan’s pussy.

“Condom?” you ask, mostly out of habit. Instantly Satan’s brows furrow, a scowl forming on his lips. “Okay, okay, calm down kitten, I’ll fill you up with my cum,” you promise, doing your best to avoid frustrating him, kissing the glare away from his face.

When you pull back he looks content, and his disposition continues to improve when you line yourself up with his pussy.

“Good,” he purrs, outright moaning when the head of your cock presses against his entrance. You slowly push your hips forward, successfully popping yourself into his hot, wet, sticky cunt.

“Oh-” he moans, arching his back upwards, pressing his ever-growing belly against you. A moan leaves your lips as you think about the time you knocked him up. Satan didn’t have to do any convincing, but that didn’t stop him from explaining all the pros (in meticulous detail) of getting him pregnant. His presentation had turned you on like an aphrodisiac, and you’d fucked him into the early morning.

The way he scratches his nails into your shoulders brings you back to the present, and you press yourself further into him. You watch carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort, but he looks pleased as a peach under you.

As soon as your cock is fully inside of him, with your skin pressing against his and his legs wrapping around your waist, Satan lets out a startled noise. You feel it within the next second- the warm liquid gushing from his pussy. Your hips jerk against your will as you realize Satan is pissing himself, and absolutely soaking the panties he has on.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he relieves himself, and you bring a hand down to pass your fingers through his stream.

“Got too full having both my baby and cock in your belly, huh? Just couldn’t hold it in?” Satan nods lazily, squeezing around your length at your words. “The plug up your ass probably didn’t help,” you muse as you move your hips back then forward, “you love getting the piss fucked out of you, isn’t that right?” He nods again, and you feel his stream dying down.

“Say it,” you urge, slowly rocking your hips as you start to fuck him in earnest.

“It feels so good,” he slurs. You groan softly, then stick your piss covered fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them immediately, cleaning you up obediently.

Spurred on by the sight before you- with Satan drooling and slobbering on your fingers, his tits bouncing each time your hips snap against his, his eyes rolling up when you adjust to fuck him better- you can’t help but pick up the pace, fucking him harder with each thrust.

“Such a good kitty,” you praise breathlessly, and Satan digs his nails into your skin, meowing and moaning as best as he can around your fingers.

It’s when you nearly choke him that you decide to finally pull your hand away from his face. He pants for breath, drool running down his chin. You bring your now spit covered fingers to Satan’s pussy, circling and rubbing his clit.

“Close,” he tells you urgently after a moment. You’re surprised he’s still able to speak coherently, but it’s nice that he gave you a warning.

Re-angling your hips once again, you make sure your cock hits all the right spots inside of him. Your reward is the way that Satan’s cunt clenches like a vice around you,

“Fuck,” you grunt, feeling your own orgasm barrel towards you.

Satan cums first, choking out your name as he claws at your shoulders. You fuck him through it, following soon after and, as promised, pumping him full of your cum.

He lets out a soft whimper, going limp as you fuck him through your climax. You let him clench and squeeze around you, riding out any aftershocks, until it’s painful to do so. Leaning down and kissing him lovingly, you slowly pull yourself out of him.

Satan whines against your lips, but is otherwise in a state of euphoria. Laying next to him, you pull him into your arms. You mindlessly rub his belly, kissing his sweaty forehead, then his flushed cheeks, down to his jaw, his chin, and finally you sweetly kiss his lips. Satan sighs contently as you do, snuggling closer to you.

“Clean me up?” he requests softly, peeking an eye open to gauge your response. You kiss him again,

“Of course,” you reply, pulling away only enough to reach the wipes on the bedside table. Carefully, you go through the slow and dutiful process of pulling his tail plug from him, taking off all his accessories, and wiping down his body. As you do so, Satan effortlessly mutters a spell that voids the pee from the bed, making things much more comfortable for himself. With a kiss to his belly, you dispose of the dirty wipes, and return to Satan’s side.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” he says softly, humming appreciatively when you run your hands through his hair, “I enjoyed myself a lot, and feel much better,” he continues.

“I had a lot of fun too!” you assure him, “I’m always happy to take your mind off things, Satan,” he snorts.

“Yes, that’s true, and it’s part of why I love you so,” he’s told you this thousands of times now, but it still makes your heart flutter and ache happily. Satan pulls you in for a kiss, and just before your lips meet you catch the way his green eyes glitter with delight.

His stomach rumbles seconds later, and you huff out a laugh when his mood swivels from loving to serious as he pulls away to bluntly state, “I’m hungry.”

You’re glad you thought ahead, because neither of you want to leave each others embrace as you reach for the snacks you’d left on the bedside table.

#well i think the title is funny so i dont care if you guys think its lame !#cw pregnancy #cw breeding kink #p/iss #cw pet play #cw dumbification #sub satan #sub obey me #spice

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memento-mori-memories · 2 years

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80:12:00 - How to Safely Bury Your Friend

#unus annus #memento mori #memento mori memories #day 285 #how to safely bury your friend #camp unus annus #be extra careful with (the) ultra b(p)iss

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peedpanties · 8 months

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I'm imagining a three person kink scenario where two people sit side by side with the legs between them touching. The third person sits on one of each of their legs, the ones that are together. Now, the first two people serve the person on their laps things to drink, until they're squirming. They would probably try and lean onto one leg or the other to get more pressure against their crotch to keep the flood in, only for one of the other people to pull on their thigh and yank them back to the middle. Maybe they try playing nice and begging for the other two to please let them go to the bathroom, but they just toy with them more. Person in the middle gets felt up by two pairs of hands while they try not to wet themselves

#cw piss #p/iss #i love it when the two people sharing their laps are jealous and possessive and vying to make the person in the middle wet on THEIR lap #and not the other person's #maybe it's just a game and middle person is just their toy and is going to end up spitroasted and 'winner' gets their puck of hole #aqua talk #pick* not puck wtf

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knoxmares · 1 year

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April Showers Day 2 - Pissing on Someone

MINORS DNI

✩ a/n: i expanded a drabble i wrote for leona last year, so some parts may seem familiar~

tags: dom amab top reader, sub bottom leona, piss, hate sex, degradation, spanking ( once ), overstimulation, slightly under negotiated kink, leona in minor subspace

“Can’t you just get on with it?” Leona growls clearly getting impatient. “You’re not that big. Probably not even worth the prep” laying flat on his stomach he makes a clear point to glance back at you, a haughty smirk on his face.

Brat.

With your fingers still buried in him, you use your other hand to give him a single hard slap on the ass. Following the quick blow, you tightly grip the base of his tail, immediately drawing a hiss out of the spoiled prince.

“If that’s the case, maybe you can find someone else to satisfy your needs, your highness” Your words are coated in loathing. You’re not even sure how you ended up in this position with someone you only ever bicker with, but like clockwork, you and Leona hook up for a few days toward the end of each month.

Actually, you do know how you end up here. Leona deliberately riles you up. Snide remarks are exchanged frequently, but when it gets close to the end of the month he takes things up a notch: shoulder-checking you in the hallways, purposefully napping in your favorite study spots, actually trying in PE just to surpass your own performance, and other small annoyances that eventually cause you to boil over and confront him.

It always ends like this, however, anger and lust becoming blurred together.

“Don’t forget who asked for it” you add another finger while simultaneously jerking Leona’s tail in gentle rhythmic movements. He strategically hides his reaction, burying his face in his arms, but his arousal is too obvious in the way that he tried to subtly grind his growing erection on his mattress.

“Ya know you’re kinda cute Leona… laying there, just taking what I give you” that makes him pick up his head again, ears twitching in agitation. “Just being the perfect pillow princess for me” That makes him push himself up. He pivots his shoulders just enough to fully glare at you, lips curling up in a snarl.

“Watch your tongue herbivore..”

“Or what?” You sneer abandoning the grip on his tail to grab one of his braids. He’s forced to follow it as you yank it towards yourself, bringing him up on his knees. With your faces mere inches apart you make a point to look down at his canines.

“You’ll eat me?” You echo his favored threat. “Maybe you should bite me. That might make me hard enough to fuck you, princess” You smile wickedly as his emerald eyes blow wide. It’s that spark of anger that makes your dick twitch.

“You bast-“ you cut him off, finding it too easy to wipe that menacing look off his face by curling your fingers to brush against his prostate.

“Nngh” he falters from pleasure, actually letting out a whisper of a whimper when you pull your fingers completely out of him. If he wanted to cum he was going to have to work for it. Leona should serve someone else for a change, and what better way to start than making him get you off by fucking himself on your cock?

Once you’ve pushed yourself fully into him, you make him do just that, a smug look on your face as your hands cradle the back of your head. The movement of his hips was reluctant at first, but the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room now, Leona chasing his own pleasure. He gets so lost in it, he even lets out audible moans, which you graciously stay quiet about for now.

“I’m so close, princess. Keep going.” Surprisingly Leona doesn’t comment on the title, grinding his hips into yours with more fervor until you spill your seed into him. You moan loudly at the release, and you finally begin to rock your hips into him. It’s faint, but you hear Leona mewl as a reaction to your thrusts, easily being guided fully onto his stomach as you continue to pump into him.

“Mmm, you feel so good squeezing around me. Does it turn you on serving someone else?”

“Tch” he makes an annoyed noise. “The only person I serve is myself, herbivore. You’re only a tool for my pleasure.”

“Is that so?” you put your smiling lips on the skin of his neck, enjoying the gasp he lets out as you bite him. He quivers under you, letting out a shaky exhale of pleasure as you suck harshly on his skin. Pulling out of him, he allows you to turn him onto his back, revealing that he did in fact cum while you were marking him.

“You came so easily” you tease, straddling his thighs. You expect a sharp glare to pierce you, but instead, Leona looks rather dazed, chest rising with shallow breaths. “Did you enjoy being marked that much? And here I thought I was the tool”

When he doesn’t respond immediately you take both your cocks in your hand, stroking them both together. Leona hisses but slowly bucks himself into your hand.

“I’m not an idiot ya know. If all you wanted was pleasure, I’m sure you could find a surplus of volunteers, and yet you, the laziest person I know, goes out of your way to rile me up just so that I’ll fuck you.”

“I think…” you use your other hand to rub your tips, further overstimulating Leona whose cock is already hard again. “You want me and only me. And you get off on the thought that I’d only want you.” His hips squirm at your words and actions, eyes screwed shut and teeth biting his lip as he attempts to hold in a moan.

“Is that it? Do you want to be mine, princess?” His eyes open again, emerald eyes landing on you and his expression resembles one of full submission, a slight nod of his head almost pushing you over the edge.

“I want to hear you say it” Your dick twitches on the brink of release, but you wait for the words.

“Yes..” He pants. “I want to be yours” the declaration is just what you needed, but instead of cum, it’s piss that you release all over Leona’s stomach. You moan at the sight and Leona has a similar reaction, his dick spasming in your hand before letting out a thin spurt of cum that mixes with your piss.

You smile down at him, taking a piece of his hair and fondly twisting it around your finger. “I’d say that makes you mine.”

#april showers event #p/iss #sub leona #this is the only fic in the event not centered around p/iss so dw more to come !

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