#sub!dottore

you tilt your head at the doctor, watching from your desk with a stifled laugh as he tries his best to keep his boner down. there is no doubt in your mind that he must be frustrated, but there is also no doubt in your mind that dottore is extremely stubborn when it comes to his pride - until he's sobbing and fucked out of his mind of course.

imagine him eventually breaking as you start packing up your things to go to sleep, tucking your books away and sliding your papers into a drawer. dottore gets up from his seat with a little too much urgency to just be any slight annoyance. he stomps over to you in a way that looks oh so tantalizing now instead of intimidating with how his dress slides up enough to reveal his balls and the base of his dick.

"what is your problem?" he snaps at you suddenly, slamming his hands down onto the desk in front of you. "you practically beg me to wear this dress only to what? have me sit there like some doll?!"

you stifle the smirk fighting to break out on your lips and place your sweater back down. it sends shivers down your spine watching dottore try to keep a firm expression as you round the table to approach him only to shrink under your gaze like a delicate little thing. your hands reach out, sliding down his arms slowly before moving them to his waist.

"i'm sorry, what else were you expecting? i mean, you look so gorgeous like this... i wouldn't wanna ruin it." you practically whispered to him, leaning in close to him and watching the way his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, to your body, then back up. desperate.

"what if i want you to ruin it?" the doctor asks, tilting his head at you and trying to keep some type of upper hand in this game you've created. however, instead of falling for his bait, you simply shake your head slowly.

"that just won't do..." your hands glide up his sides, teasing him before sliding down more firmly along his silk slip dress. you lean closer on purpose, hovering your lips above his, "delicate things need to be treated as such, no?"

"i guess..." he mutters, barely audible as his eyes flicker down to your lips again and he prays that you'll hurry up and make a move so that he won't have to.

the archons seem to be on his side for once as your lips press against his, softer and gentler than you've ever been with him before as you slip your tongue inside of his mouth. your hands move to his hips excruciatingly slow.

he's a piece of crystal glass in your eyes right now. beautifully clad in the tiny dress you picked out for him, dottore seemed to fall into the role. he felt delicate--just like you said. you were making him feel so precious and it was making his back arch into you and his hands grip your arms desperately for support. support from what? he didn’t know. your innocent kisses moving down to his jaw and neck just felt so intense combined with your hands rubbing soothing circles into his hips.

dottore felt soft. he didn’t feel like a deadly harbinger. he felt like a doll, a toy, a trophy, a girl. and you weren't helping by whispering sweet things into his ears like-

"my beautiful girl... all for me."

"you look so pretty like this dottore."

"never gonna let anything happen to you, you know that?"

it was like once you realized he needed soft, loving care in his pretty dress, you let the floodgates open. he was stuck there, standing in your study, in a dress, with his knees close to giving out from how you were touching him. you wouldn't stop. even as he told you to just fuck him already, you simply shook your head against his neck covered in your kisses and pulled him flush against you, holding your pretty little thing.

"shhhh, my sweet girl." you cooed when he whined, squirming in your hold. "i've got you. let me take care of you, princess."

"i-i'm not a princess..." dottore complained, only to feel you nip at his neck, making him whimper involuntarily.

"yes, you are. you're my princess."

if dottore had a pussy right now, he'd be sopping wet and leaking down his thighs. but, his dick was practically doing the same thing anyways.

you moved your hands down to the hem of his dress and slid them up to cup his ass. "my gorgeous princess." his eyes rolled back that time, arms wrapping around your neck and keeping your mouth against his skin. the doctor was craving your stupidly gentle touches more and more.

he should have agreed to wear this stupid dress sooner.

as harbingers of the tsaritsa and a group of very unlovable, twisted, evil and just genuinely not-so-good people, disturbance at workplace was common. of course, said disturbance ranges from a simple hiss of “i fucking hate you. i hope your next mission goes so unwell that the only casualty will be your tattered corpse” to whatever this is. this could have easily been called as something that most people would call as ‘hate sex’ if only the both of you were not fully clothed.

so technically, this would be counted as ‘hate masturbating’? ah, fuck the labels or those things. right now, the only focus on your mind was to put this annoying bastard in his place.

he really thought he was the shit, didn’t he? the absolute galls of this motherfucker to even dare to put you down and insult you in front of your own subordinates. not just that, he went ahead and put aphrodisiacs into your coffee and his own like the absolute lunatic he was.

how badly you wanted to crush his windpipes in. that would oh so easy with your current position of your hand wrapped nicely around his neck like those beautiful chokers you see on some certain accessory shops. or even one that resembles a collar that is bound tightly around the neck of a rabies infested animal. but with a deranged doctor like dottore, the latter description seem to fit well with how he was moaning and wheezing, clothed cock humping your boots as he panted like a dog.

“you really are a detestable creature, you know that?” you hiss in sheer and utter anger, your other hand joining the other to wrap around his throat more forcefully. both hands on his neck, ready to crush his windpipes in if you wanted.

you had the power. a harbinger who’s currently in the position of tenth may be considered weak amongst fellow harbingers but even then, the tenth fatui harbinger is more than capable to shake an entire nation and to be seen as a threat to an archon.

and that tenth harbinger is you.

so even if dottore may be the second, one of the few who has the capacity to rival a god, right now he was nothing more than a pathetic dog who was humping your shoe. panting and whining loudly with his tongue stuck out, the mad doctor only focuses on the feeling of your hands choking him and the hardened leather of your shoes.

“y-yes.. yes yessshh yesyesyesyesyes oh archons, yes. i am. i’m a detestable creature. your detestable creature” dottore chokes on his spit, a wheezing shrill moan escaping his open mouth as his drool drips down his chin. he seems to like being degraded like this, the movements of his humping becoming more and more frantic on your shoe.

red eyes rolling to the back of his skull, sharp gasps and squeals following until he swore he could see black dots in his vision. he didn’t wanted to have the black spots dancing in his vision! because if so, how was he going to see you? he wanted to see you. that look of just pure anger on your face as you choke the daylights out of him and let him hump you like a dog in heat. no, he needed to see you.

“aaANGH—! kyuuck hhang♡︎♡︎ gck! ♡︎♡︎” a loud intake of breath is heard as your hands let go of the position around his neck, allowing him to breathe for a moment. not too long after, without even allowing him to catch a full breath, his head lolls to the side with a stinging feeling on the side of his cheek. did you just…?

“eyes on me. who said you could go around tearing your gaze away from me, rat” he could briefly hear your voice hiss through the ringing in his ears. muffled, faint, hard to tell if the voice was truly falling from your lips or if it was one of his manic episode voices talking.

either way, it was still your voice that was blessing his ears. it was your shoe that was now stepping on his clothed, weeping cock and he was thankful. maniac and downright insane but dottore knows a holy being when he sees and hears one. he may have not worshipped any of the archons, but for you? the mad doctor would gladly kiss the soles of your shoes over and over. hell, he would even thank you just for being in the same room as you.

call him unstable as much as you would like and he knows that. he even revels in the title and he would gladly wear that title for his entire life if he could be with you. dottore always had this odd obsession with you. since your titling of becoming the tenth fatui harbinger, he had developed this odd sense of fascination.

fascination to dottore, but unhealthy obsession to others.

not like the doctor cares. he had long since gave up trying to reason with other beings and had lost almost all contact with social interaction if not for the harbingers gathering or his experiments with his lab rats. until you joined his ranks.

“i said eyes on me, doctor” you grunt, slapping him across his face again. on the other cheek this time. that seemed to have done the work to catch his attention successfully as his hazy blood eyes focus on you. his cheeks were the same shade of red as his eyes, however it was hard to tell whether it was from your forceful hits or his blushing.

“ougck—! yess.. ye-es yes yesyesyesyes, eyes on you♡︎eyes solely on you♡︎” the blue haired man nods frantically, slight twitch and wince in his eyes showing that the added pressure to his cock was just a tad bit painful for him. even a masochist has their limits. but did he care? no. no he absolutely did not care. if anything, the crazy doctor wanted it to hurt since it was you who was delivering these delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain. he wanted it to hurt. he wanted it to feel good.

with another slap to his cheek for his continued disobedience — for constantly trying to look down at where your shoe was stepping on his stained pants — the doctor lets out a choked noise akin to a mewl before his entire body spasms. thighs shaking and twitching before a strangled noise is let out as the stain in his pants become darker and darker. the stain moving and spreading, some of it even seeping through the fabrics of his clothes as it drips onto the floor below.

“did you… just cum untouched?” you ask, doing a double take as you lift up your shoe to stare at the white translucent juice drip down onto the floor, leaving a tiny puddle. dottore only giggles, almost as if he was in a drunken haze, as he slowly lifts up his face to stare at you. he looked positively fucked up.

Dottore’s in tears as he tries to take in your entire length, not even halfway. The edges of his mouth hurt, he can’t breathe, and worse of all, you’re judging him while he pathetically gags, saliva dripping all over his legs.

“Teeth, Dottore.” You say.

He sobs even more, the fact that he has to adjust and open up wider due to his sharp teeth is agonizing. He needs air, he wants to breathe deeper but he knows that’ll only mess things up, pulling you even deeper into his throat.

He uses his hand, pulling down his jaw. He can take you—he can—he can—he will!

Dottore practically almost faints once you’re all the way to his throat, he rolls his eyes, he can’t say anything or think at this point. His groaning is vibrating on your skin, if he tries to speak, he’ll die.

You drag your finger down his throat, you’re bulging, the soft skin barely doing anything to hide your curve.

“Such a perfect sleeve, my love.”

He can’t hear you anymore.

2. Always Be Ready! An onahole must always be ready for its owner’s use. Make sure you’re always lubed up and stretched out!

Dottore shudders as the vibrator shakes inside his walls, he wants to buckle over, it’s been so long since he’s taken it out. He wants to, but he can’t. What if you were to pull him away right now? He can’t be caught unprepared and dry! He has to please you after all.

His wetness damps his pants and he hastily tries to cover it with his laboratory gown. Each step ruins him, sending the vibrator even deeper. He breathes out his moans, it’s embarrassing. Climaxing due to walking like this in public? Dottore shivers as he thinks.

He needs a release, please. He begs silently, in whimpers, hoping that you were able to somehow magically hear them.

He has to assist himself on a wall, walking and finding somewhere he won’t be seen. The Doctor ends up in an alley, collapsing on his knees as he finishes, his legs shaking against one another. The vibrator ruthlessly pounds into him even after that, making him remember that he can’t turn it off. He trembles as he stands up, he can’t stay here.

Dottore licks his lips and smiles.

3. Be Quiet! As an onahole, you have no right to argue with your owner. Whether they fill you up or thrust ruthlessly, that is up to them!

Dottore’s body is limping as you keep pushing. He’s exhausted, how many hours…? The aphrodisiac has made it hard to tell.

His lab is ruined, secretions everywhere due to the different positions he has been in. Right now, he’s flipped over, unable to see your face, not even for comfort. He swallows down a cry, anybody could walk in right now. It’s been hours of gasping and panting, just so he avoids specific lewd noises that may come out of his mouth.

“W-When will we finish?” He asks.

“Be patient.”

Another vial is forced into his mouth. The immediate effects are already showing. His skin burns, touch him, please.

“Oh god…” He yearns.

He agreed to this, he tells himself. Still, he’s barely able to do anything except lay down on the laboratory table, on top of his very important studies, cumming all over them.

“S-Stomach’s full…I can’t—”

4. Stay Still! Where are you going? You aren’t done until your owner says so, silly! An onahole lets their holes be used in any way they want.

Dottore flushes in embarrassment. The bathroom stall had such a limited space, and yet he still grinds down on you. He silently cries, begging you to be done.

You don’t even bother to close the door. His reputation would be at risk here! He’s warm. When you called him here, he did not expect for such a thing to happen, and yet, here he is, bouncing up and down, liquids audibly mixing and painting his walls.

The toilet is clean and he may as well replace that instead with how much you’ve excreted into him. He does a far better job than that.

This is not for his pleasure, he allows his body to be used by you like this. Yet, he still wallows in it, as if it was him using you instead.

Dottore yelps once his body is pushed down by his waist. He chants out your name, pleading for no more due to how tired he is.

He hopes no one hears that.

Unfortunately for him, the sound of a toilet flushing follows.

5. Keep Practicing! In order to achieve perfection, you must have lots and lots of experience first. Once you’re confident in your skills, that’s when you can truly call yourself the perfect onahole.

Dottore’s insides have been carved out just for your shape. His body knows just what to do to please you.

Starting with his mouth, which can now open wide. Not gagging anymore as it’s filled to the brim. He uses his throat to his advantage, learning how he can effectively control it by studying the folds that move whenever he speaks. He still cries in pain, but he promises to do better next time! He’ll get there!

Then his thighs, you’ve used them so much to the point it feels as if nerves of pleasure have started to sprout there. His body arching just from a simple pinch of his skin. He can’t get enough of it.

Finally, his hole. Unclenching and clenching at the right rhythm, now knowing how to keep everything you give him inside, not letting a single drop spill. He can take you whole now, his guts having the pleasure to remember you well.

Such a perfect cocksleeve.

No matter how many times you’ve used him, it never gets old. Like every single time is perfect, a repeating cycle of pure pleasure for each of you.

Tighnari

•He tends to avoid people and focus on his job as a Forest Ranger

•So after spending days trying to find him, Collei tells you he came back a few minutes ago and he wasn't feeling good

•You go to his house looking for him

•Only to see him trembling on his bed

•"Tighnari?"

•You get closer to him, and before you realize it, you're under him while he pins you to his bed

•"You shouldn't... be here, (M/n)~"

Collei knew (M/n) had been looking for Tighnari for days now, so when she saw him walk in the ville again she headed his way before he could go around and ask others if they had seen Tighnari.

"(M/n)?" The male turned around when he heard his name being called, and he smiled at the green-haired girl in front of him. He was gonna greet her like usual but she stopped him, "Tighnari came back a few minutes ago," he was about to thank her and head Tighnari's way when Collei continued talking, "He didn't look too good though..."

Her words made (M/n) feel slightly worried, thinking he might've gotten hurt clearing a Withering Zone, but he simply nodded at Collei and started heading toward Tighnari's house.

"Thank you, Collei!" She smiled and fidgeted with her fingers, watching (M/n) running away from her sight before deciding on getting back to work.

After running for a bit, (M/n) opened the door and closed it behind him, heading toward his boyfriend's room, moving the curtain hanging over the door frame.

"Tighnari?" The curtain swayed as he released it, observing the male's trembling body laying on the bed. (M/n) took a step closer and stood next to his bed, noticing how Tighnari glanced at him over his shoulder, and all of the sudden, he was the one laying on the bed, Tighnari straddling his hips and holding his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, "Tig...?"

(M/n)'s voice got quiet when Tighnari leaned down closer to his face, their breaths mixing.

"You shouldn't be here, (M/n)~," said male only blinked at him in confusion, before he felt Tighnari's hips grinding down on his and he realized it was his boyfriend's heat cycle, that heat that only occurred once a year, "I told Collei to keep everyone away for the next couple of days~."

Well, that was new, the always hardworking Tighnari taking days off... his heat must be really strong this time around.

Tighnari's green eyes observed (M/n)'s expression closely, realizing he was most likely spacing out, so licking his lips he moved down slowly, reaching for the waistband of (M/n)'s and pulling them down.

Flinching at the sudden touch, (M/n) placed his elbows on the bed, raising his upper half, making eye contact with Tighnari, who was placing small kisses on the tip of his dick, smirking with half-lidded eyes before wrapping his lips around the head, his tongue lapping at his slit. Tilting his head back, (M/n) released a shaky breath, realizing how pent up he was when he felt his orgasm approaching a little too fast.

"Fuck- 'Nari, wait..." Tighnari only hummed a negative response, taking more of his twitching cock in his mouth, moaning when it reached his throat, "I'm gonna... c-cum, please, wait-"

Closing his eyes and arching his back, (M/n)'s cum filled Tighnari's mouth, who moaned as he savoured his cum, feeling its thickness and warmth on his tongue and sliding down his throat. He whined at the thought of his small body being stuffed with every drop of (M/n)'s cum.

He could cum just by thinking about it, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum, dampening his underwear.

"You're staying here with me~" with a swift motion, Tighnari pulled his bottom clothes down, just enough to be able to align (M/n)'s cock with his pulsating hole, "I want you to breed me, (M/n), I..." Slowly lowering his hips, Tighnari gripped (M/n)'s shirt in his hand, taking a deep breath as he cursed quietly to himself, "I want you... to fill me up with your cum~."

His green eyes were glossy, his cheeks flushed red and his ears pressed back, flickering every few seconds. (M/n) clenched his jaw, and silently nodded, holding Tighnari's hips in his hands. The hybrid male smirked at his boyfriend's obedience, but the sudden hard thrust inside him made him go wide-eyed, soon rolling back as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again, his body now limp on top of (M/n)'s, releasing high-pitched moans and whimpers every time he felt his insides overflowing with cum.

Alhaitham

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•He's more obvious about it than you'll think

•He has a serious look on his face and a sort of mysterious aura around him, making him hard to read

•But to you? He's an open book

•He would constantly glance at you whenever you were near, sometimes even stare

•He thinks he's being slick and that you don't realize

•But nope, he's way too obvious~

•Occassionally, you give in right away, but there are other times when you like to watch

•Observe how he desperately tries to get your attention, almost begging you

After finishing the third book in a row, (M/n) decided to exit the library for a short while to get a drink and maybe something to eat. He didn't have to look behind to know Alhaitham was following behind him in complete silence, and hearing everything around him wasn't doing much to calm him down, it was just making his ears ring, as they were sensitive to loud noises, but canceling the noise from the world didn't do anything either, so he was struggling to keep his composure.

With drink and food in hand, (M/n) found a bench and sat down, glancing at Alhaitham when he sat next to him. His legs were pressed together and bouncing up and down slightly, very uncharacteristic of him.

Well, (M/n) was enjoying seeing the subtle pink blush coating his face, both of them knew that if Kaveh saw his roommate he would never let him live it down.

(M/n) kept walking around Sumeru City, ignoring how Alhaitham seemed to be losing his cool the longer it passed. And when he decided to head back home, the scribe was still right behind him. He saw (M/n) opening the front door to his house and he panicked, thinking his partner was just gonna leave him like that, horny and needy.

Without even thinking, he reached his hand to grip the back of (M/n)'s shirt, causing him to halt and turn around to look at him.

Damn, his green eyes filled with unspilled tears sure did something to him. But he hasn't heard Alhaitham beg yet-

"Please, don't leave..." Well, there it is.

(M/n) held the scribe's hand and dragged him to his room, glad that his roommate was gone on some sort of expedition or something like that and he was left alone with his boyfriend.

God... He was more than glad they were alone...

He hadn't even realized how much he had been teasing and playing with Alhaitham's body.

Tears blurred his sight and ran down his face, his cock was dripping cum, his nipples were swollen and covered with saliva, and his hole leaked hot cum, hearing his whines and cries whenever he was called "princess".

"You're such a good girl, aren't you~?" He nodded with a whimper, holding tightly onto (M/n)'s forearms, "You love it when I fill your pussy with my cum, don't you?" Alhaitham's thighs trembled at his words, releasing a cute shriek of embarrassment.

(M/n) leaned down and gently held his face, kissing him slowly, conveying all his love and adoration for him in that kiss. His hand moved to interlock their fingers together, causing more tears to gather in Alhaitham's eyes when his thrust went deep inside him at an even, slow pace.

"Such a good girl," he whispered against his lips, "Taking my cock so well, and keeping all my cum stuffed inside you~."

(M/n)'s kisses moved down to his neck, continuing to praise him about how beautifully lewd and erotic his noises were and how majestic he looked under him.

"Completely at my mercy, baby... you're all mine," Alhaitham closed his eyes tightly, his back arching slightly off the bed as he felt (M/n)'s thrusts stopping, every inch of his cock throbbing inside him.

"I'm... all yours~" he mumbled slowly opening his eyes, a smile growing on his face, his mind thoroughly fucked and stimulated by words and actions alike, "No one else's, only yours."

Damn, (M/n) really couldn't be more in love with him...

Cyno

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•Cyno is hard to understand

•He's hyperaware of his surroundings and his senses are heightened 

•Nose, smell, touch, everything that goes around him has him on edge

•He's also easily irritable, everything and anything annoys him

•But when he's near you or with you, he doesn't say a word

•His starting is so intense, you think he's mad at you

•Fortunaly, you've known him for quite a while and you're able to pick apart different expressions on his face (as subtle as they may be)

"Oh, (M/n), you're here," he sat his empty glass down when he heard the distinctive voice of Candace approaching his table.

He smiled at her and saw Dehya coming behind her. They looked concerned.

"Hey, ladies, is everything alright?" He asked them, and they looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Do you know what's wrong with Cyno?" Well, now he was concerned as well.

He frowned and looked at them, "No... what happened? Is he okay?"

Now Dehya crossed her arms in front of her and proceed to explain what has been happening to the matra. Apparently, he was having quite the attitude, Cyno had been recurring to violence rather than just threats more often than usual. He tsks at the smallest of sounds, complaining that his hearing is sensitive and that they should keep quiet.

All in all, he's irritable and fidgety, which is weird coming from Cyno out of everyone.

With that, (M/n) paid for his food and left the building, deciding on going to find Cyno and maybe ask him what was wrong, so he started wandering around Aaru Village trying to spot his partner somewhere, and eventually, he did.

Cyno was arguing with Alhaitham about something, Aether and Paimon were there too, staring at the white-haired male with defeated expressions on their faces, it seemed like they had been trying to calm Cyno down but, clearly, it didn't work.

(M/n) sighed and walked closer to them, "Cyno!"

At the call of his name, the matra immediately stopped talking, turning around to look at his boyfriend as he walked to them.

He would've flinched at the way Cyno was glaring at him. If he didn't know better (M/n) would've believed he was at him, but there was a subtle crease in his eyebrows, even if part of his face was covered, the corners of his lips were twitching and his adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. And (M/n) understood Cyno's moody attitude.

Oh~, so that's what's bothering him so much.

Holding back his smirk, (M/n) stepped closer and Cyno moved aside, standing slightly behind the (h/c) haired male.

While he gave a dumb excuse and apologized to Alhaitham for Cyno's behavior, (M/n) felt said male reach and hold onto the back of his shirt, tugging on it and releasing it a second after.

"Let's go, Cyno," (M/n) smiled at the group of three still standing in place while the two of them walked away to a more... secluded place.

And well, they found it.

Gently holding Cyno's face, (M/n) kissed him, placing his knee in between Cyno's, letting him grind on his thigh, hearing his muffled whines, crying out that it wasn't enough.

"M-more... I want- more~," Cyno's legs trembled as he struggled to keep moving on (M/n)'s thigh, "I wanna cum, please..." His hands held onto (M/n) desperately, raising his leg further up.

"Fucking hell, Cyno..." Mumbling against his lips, (M/n) lifted his boyfriend in his arms, pinning him to the wall behind him. Instinctively, Cyno wrapped his legs around him, moaning as his leaking cock pressed on (M/n)'s abdomen.

(M/n) stared into Cyno's red eyes, glossy with tears, and the matra whimpered when they made eye contact, gulping and tilting his chin up, exposing his neck slightly.

Licking his lips, (M/n) raised his hand and wrapped it around Cyno's neck, the tips of his fingers applying a small amount of pressure, observing how tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as drool dripped down the corners of his mouth.

Cyno's thighs trembled as he came, his nails digging into (M/n)'s skin through his clothes, "(M/n)~," he mumbled in a high-pitched moan, having a bit of trouble breathing normally as the pressure on his neck increased, "F-fuck me..."

Thankfully, (M/n) knew a shortcut to his house.

Scaramouche

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•Oh. Oh

•He doesn't want to acknowledge it and won't tell you about it

•He never thought that you were able to tell something was up with him

•Even if he didn't show it or mention it, he's quite obvious

•Probably because he gets too tsundere with you

•He ignores you but blushes when you grace his hand

•He curses you between stutters when you flirted with him

•In the end, he doesn't tell you he's horny

•But you know and tease him about it

Scara has been feeling on edge and anxious for a few days now, but he didn't pay any mind to it, he guessed he was still getting used to everything so he decided to ignore the feeling until it goes away on its own, surely it wouldn't take too long.

He has been convincing himself that there was nothing wrong with his body or mind, and he had been handling himself pretty well for a while, but the moment he saw (M/n)...

That feeling only intensified and he finally realized what that sensation was.

Especially because he felt his mouth watering at the thought of having 'something' in his mouth, or better yet, inside his significantly smaller body.

Now he was actively ignoring his horny thoughts, deciding on keeping them to himself, fully convinced that (M/n) wouldn't realize. Well, he was wrong.

His lover definitely knew, or he at least had an idea of what was going on with Scaramouche, especially since he had been getting more defensive than usual, but only toward him.

He doesn't do a good job at hiding it, making it quite obvious when he blushes whenever (M/n) graces his hand -intentionally or by accident-, Scara just pretends he didn't notice, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Or when he stutters a curse at (M/n) whenever he would flirt with him or compliment him. He's still getting used to feeling love, but he doesn't hate the fuzziness when he's with his lover. When they make eye contact and he can feel his stomach tingling, when (M/n) kisses him and he can feel his heart beating faster, and that sort of reminded him that he's alive.

All of those tales and signs Scaramouche has when he's horny are obvious to (M/n), but he likes teasing him, so he purposely holds his waist for longer than needed, or deepens their kiss just enough to have Scara chase after his lips with a whine after he pulls away.

He snaps when that happens too often and his confident demeanor returns.

"If you're gonna do it, then do it properly," he mutters and holds (M/n)'s collar to pull him down to his height.

The (h/c) haired male gasps and holds onto Scaramouche's hips, bending down to relieve the strain on his legs as he was on his tippy toes to reach his height, and his hand lifts to gently hold his face.

"What is it that you want me to do?" (M/n) saw how Scaramouche's expression changed to a pleading one, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

"Just-" his hands held (M/n)'s shirt, swallowing before continuing, "Touch me, p-please..."

And (M/n) didn't say no to those words muttered by those pretty lips...

Scaramouche was now gripping the bedsheets in his fists, his body trembling as he struggled to decide if he wanted to get away from the stimulation or get more of it, he didn't know, his mind was a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts, all he could think about was how (M/n)'s cock bulged his lower abdomen and that made him go crazy. Hearing him mutter how good he was for enduring the overstimulation, how well he was holding up to his pace, and how he loved seeing him fucked to tears.

"Pl... please, p-please please..." He had no idea what he pleading for, he knew he liked it, how much he loved it.

"'Please' what? Use your words, pup~," of course, (M/n) liked teasing him, he just enjoyed hearing him say all the filthy things Scara wanted him to do to his petite frame.

"Please..." He opened his eyes and looked at (M/n) through the tears blurring his sight, "Please, d-don't stop~ I... I need more..." With shaky hands, Scaramouche reached to caress (M/n)'s face, "I need more of y-you, (M/n)."

And this is exactly why (M/n) like teasing his lover so much.

"That's my good puppy~."

Kaveh

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•There are two occasions when he gets horny

•One; Alhaitham said/did something that annoyed him and now he need to release his anger some way

•So he drags you over and enjoys every second your dick is deep inside him

•And two; when he's spacing out, dreaming of a married life with you, living in that house he has been designing

•And bam, a graphic image of you fucking him on every corner of the house has him blushing a dark red

•Now he will certainly pay attention to the design of certain places in the house

•So, he's either confident and determined, or he's shy and hesitant

•Either way, you are more than glad to be there when he's feeling a little naughty

[1st scenario]

Kaveh watched how Alhaitham left the house nonchalantly, as if he didn't just make Kaveh's blood boil with rage. The blond let out a huff in annoyance and frowned while taking a deep breath.

He needed release, and he knew where to find it and how to get it.

He went out to look for (M/n), and he found him in the Grand Bazaar dancing with Nilou, laughing and having fun with his cousin.

"(M/n)!" The male hears his name being called and he looks at Kaveh from the stage. His expression is enough to let him know he needed him, so he says bye to Nilou and rushes toward the blond after exclaiming a loud 'Goodbye, everyone!' before following Kaveh out.

On the way, (M/n) doesn't ask, he just assumes it has something to do with Alhaitham and his attitude, so he just follows his boyfriend silently to his shared house.

As soon as they walk through the door, they're on each other, and (M/n) wastes no time bending Kaveh over the armrest of the living room couch, drinking in the lewd moans and cries of his name every time Kaveh came all over the furniture.

"Fuck yes~!" With his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his mouth open, Kaveh has no inhibitions, he doesn't care about being quiet at that moment, he's enjoying being able to only think about how good (M/n)'s cock is stretching his insides, filling him up to the point of making his legs shake.

(M/n) holds Kaveh's slim waist in his hands, stroking his soft skin with his thumbs as he continuously pounds into him, one of his hands slithering up his back until his finger interlock with his blond strands and pulls on his hair, effectively making him whine as cum spurts out of his cock, his back arched as he's only being held up by (M/n)'s strength alone. And he loves it. Every second of it.

[2nd scenario] (okay but like, I wanted to make this one afab!kaveh so bad 😭😭 I'll write it next time)

(M/n) had decided to stop by to give Kaveh a surprise visit, knowing his boyfriend was probably overworking himself with various projects he was working on, so he wanted to check up on him, make sure he was okay, drinking water and eating properly, and maybe, go out on a date together.

He knocked on the door a few times with no response, so he ended up using the spare key Kaveh gave him a few months back. As soon as walked in, he saw Kaveh's working room -or his 'office' as he liked to call it- had the door slightly open. He closed the door behind him and approached Kaveh's office, peeking inside to see if he was busy or not.

He was there, sitting on his work stool, spaced out as he usually got, daydreaming about his next and/or current design he was working on.

Which he was, but it was something a little more specific than just a design.

Kaveh was too busy imagining a married life with (M/n), his dear boyfriend. Living together and maybe, if possible, having a family with him. How? Well-

Some ideas came to his mind, and even though he could never get pregnant, the thought of "working on it" made him blush, his eyes opening wide as he started fidgeting in place.

He pressed his thighs together, and took a deep shaky breath in. His hands trembled as he slowly reached the waistband of his pants, slipping his slim fingers into his underwear, taking his erect cock out as he lifted his shirt to his mouth, biting it to muffle his moans and whimpers.

His hand wrapped around his dick and he applied a bit of pressure, just like how (M/n) does when he wants to cum together.

"(M/n)~," fuck, he couldn't hold in his whine, his eyes closed tightly as he started stroking his cock up and down, teasing his tip and wetting his fingers with his pre-cum.

And (M/n) was right there, standing by the door while holding his breath, feeling his cock throb inside his clothes as he observed Kaveh's expression change ever so slightly, watching his body squirm around and his hips trembling as he tried to thrust up into his hand.

(M/n) just couldn't stand there and watch how Kaveh pleasure himself thinking of him.

Dottore

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•Alright, he's most of the time in his office/lab doing who knows what

•So you have no idea honestly

•Except when he requests that you come over to see him

•He makes you sit on his chair, and suddenly, you're chained to it

•"Zandrik?"

•He grabs a flask in his hand and drinks its content, leaning down to your height to kiss you

•You end up swallowing the liquid, feeling it burn you from the inside out

•He removes his mask with a smirk, his face flushed as he stands in between your spread legs

•"Be a good boy~"

(M/n) was escorted to Dottore's office, where he waiting for him. The guard knocked on the door and waited for approval to come in, which she did as soon as she got it.

"I brought Mr.(M/n) over, sir," I complete silence, Dottore dismissed the guard with a simple hand motion and he stood up from his chair once the door closed.

The masked male walked up to him with his hands behind him, making eye contact with (M/n) as he locked the door. That made him a little worried, he was well aware that his boyfriend loved experimenting in private, for hours and hours, even days.

But it didn't look like it this time.

Standing next to him, Dottore place his hand on the small of (M/n)'s back, taking him to his chair, the same chair he was just sitting on.

"Sit down, (M/n)," his arm reached out, signaling him to do as told. Awkwardly stiff, he sat on the chair and observed closely how Dottore walked toward a shelf containing flasks of different sizes and shapes. He grabbed a rather small cylinder-shaped one, a bright pink liquid swaying inside it.

"Zandik?" The male looked at him briefly through his mask, before lifting his hand to his mouth.

(M/n) saw Dottore drinking it and walking up to him with big steps, the masked male held him by the chin and kissed him, pressing his fingertips on his jaw to make him open his mouth. (M/n) almost choked on what he swallowed, feeling how it burned his throat and everything on its way down, even so, it had a rather sweet taste.

"Enjoy~," Dottore said in a teasing voice, and suddenly, (M/n) was chained to the chair, his wrists bound to the armrests and his ankles bound to the legs of the chair.

A moment after, he felt his body heating up and his breathing became rapid and ragged, the same as Dottore's.

He took his mask off with a smirk and (M/n) saw his red eyes shining with tears, his cheeks colored red and some drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, moving to stand in between his spread open legs.

Without saying a word, Dottore leaned down to kiss (M/n) again, this time a longer and deeper kiss, his hands reaching down south to his pants and pulling them just enough for his cock to spring out. Breaking the kiss, he giggled at the sight of (M/n)'s cock already twitching.

He had only kissed him and he was already going crazy, how adorable~.

(M/n)'s whole body was trembling from pleasure, all because of that damn aphrodisiac Dottore made him drink. Well, said male was content with the effects of it, it was obvious by the smirk that hadn't faded from his face yet.

Dottore turned around, pulling his pants and underwear down, exposing his wet and twitching hole, clenching around nothing, greedily awaiting something to fill it up. The sight made (M/n)'s cock throb, pre-cum oozing from his slit.

"Be a good boy~," he muttered before slowly sinking his weight down on (M/n)'s dick.

(M/n) felt his body shaking as he climaxed, but no cum came out. Whilst Dottore stayed still and focused on a paper in front of him, he kept having dry orgasms over and over, relentlessly, so was Dottore, but he was doing a better job at keeping his composure, although it might've been because the drank significantly less aphrodisiac than (M/n).

But he knew something that will drive both of them crazy.

Dottore reached a hand under his desk and pressed a small button hidden in the wood, immediately, (M/n) released a loud moan, reduced to a blabbering, incoherent mess as shocks of electricity ran through his whole body. His hips were thrusting up involuntarily, chasing his orgasm but never having enough.

Feeling the electricity reaching his body too, Dottore gripped tightly onto his desk, as if he was desperately holding onto the little bit of sanity he had left. The electricity may not be as strong surging through his body, but he also had (M/n) drilling his insides, his eyes crossing momentarily with each hit to his prostate.

That aphrodisiac seemed to have worked better than he anticipated~.

(The whole process of me writing this was;

[I fucked it][it got fixed][I fucked it][it got fixed] over and over again 😂😂)