Halloween Oshi

Like my guy definitely wants to be in Ashley’s lap, cuddling up to her while being called a good boy

What do you think?

I think so too. I also think that Andrew quickly discovered that when he's in full-on Sadistic Dom mode that the usual methods of getting a sub to break and beg for it doesn't work with her. Spanking, hair pulling, biting, scratching, she relishes that.

honey drinks his tea all the time. as much as he can, wherever he can, whenever he can. kyoya is beginning to complain about how much of the host club’s profits are going towards fresh lemons and honey.

but there’s one problem: honey can’t go to the toilet.

he’s a hit with the princesses, and he’s always being asked for, so there’s no time to go to the toilet !! he has to stay in the club-room when they’re open, no matter how badly he needs to pee !!!

and he does have to pee. really, really badly.

mori notices, because he always does. he notices that honey’s been stress-drinking — tea, fizzy-drinks, commoner’s coffee, whatever he can get his hands on. and when he drinks more, he gets squirmy. the next time that mori sees honey squirming, he drags him onto his lap, sits him down, and presses one large hand to his tummy, full and round.

honey squirms more, trying to keep his conversation with the cooing princesses, even as mori presses down on his tummy.

mori is just teasing. he’d never make honey pee himself in front of the princesses. kyoya would never forgive them. so, instead he presses his hand down, gently, and rubs honey’s full tummy. it relaxes him a little, stops the squirming, though mori had been enjoying that.

kyoya does end-up getting mad at them; as soon as all of the princesses leave, mori presses his hand down, just to hear honey whimper in relief as he wets himself and stains both mori and the couch below.

{full fanfic here}

And looking into it, the school was actually real and legit. Credited everywhere in the country. You were a bit more on the cautious side so you called the school just to make sure it was actually them and not some scam. They confirmed it for you in that same call and you’d never seen a school so productive.

It was a full ride, there was no way you could pass up an offer like that. Especially not when it came with free housing too— so long as you lived on campus and very very close to the teacher’s quarters on campus. It sounded fair to you and before you knew it you were leaving your old school and saying hello to this new one.

Everything seemed perfectly normal at first. When you were moving your things in, sure the guys at the moving company and a lot of the students gave you looks. You were new, why wouldn’t they? Yet they threw a welcome party for you on the first night you arrived so you knew they liked you. And when you just so happened to stumble into bed with a hot Orc who lives just down the hall you didn’t think anything of it. Just your normal college experience.

But then… things started to get a bit strange. Your teachers began taking a specific interest in you. All of them asking about your scholarship and which one exactly it was again. You told them honestly, not understanding the gleam that would take over each and every single one of their expressions.

The first time one of your teachers came onto you was only a few weeks after you first started there. Your Fox Hybrid History Professor had asked you to stay after class, telling you he needed you to help him with his big load. You thought you had misheard him, expecting to be spending the afternoon grading papers. But when he plops you down on his desk, sliding between your thick thighs, you’re almost not fast enough to stop the sly Professor.

“Woah, what are you doing?” You ask him in alarm, despite the way your heart is nearly racing out of your chest. Your entire body very aware of the way his strong hands caress your curves.

“Just cashing in on some of the benefits we teachers get from cute students with scholarships like yourself,” he murmurs in your ear, voice as smooth as silk. Making you shiver from a mixture of anticipation and confusion.

You still don’t understand what he’s talking about at first. You read over the terms and conditions of your scholarship through and through.

But your Fox Hybrid History Professor quickly proves you wrong. Bending you over the desk with his thick cock slamming inside you, fucking into you like a beast. As if he’s been waiting for this since the day you arrived. His hand tightly wrapping around the nape of your neck as he forces you to read out of the guidelines of your scholarship.

Stopping his thrusts whenever you pause in your reading. Even if it’s just to moan or whimper. Only starting up again when you continue reading. His cock swirling around your walls and mixing up your insides. It stuffs you completely, making you feel so full that you swear he’s rearranging your guts.

“There,” he grunts out as soon as you get to the point where scholarship students must aid their teachers in any school matters that could help assist with the class or the teachers needs. “That’s, nngh, f-fucking it, sweetheart. So take it. Help a teacher out o-ah-ok?”

You’re not sure if this is what the conditions meant exactly when they added this bit in. But fuck, who were you to complain when your Professor was rutting into you so good, his girth stretching your walls perfectly to his shape. In fact, you wouldn’t complain at all as he fucks you into one orgasm after the next till he’s shooting nothing but blanks inside of you. Afterwards even granting you an extension on an essay due tomorrow.

[God or the devil?] Whatever it is, it overwhelms.