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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 boothill x m!reader — 3.3k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: mechanic!reader, sub!reader, reader gives boothill a dick, reader takes away his censorship, mean dom!boothill, maybe ooc!boothill, fingering, heavy heavy dirty talk, boothill calls reader a whore & slut, boothill steps on reader's dick, blowjobs (boothill receiving), degradation. lmk if i missed anything!!

KAI SAYS: boy am i down bad for this little space cowboy (140 wishes in two weeks, up 35 tl levels in two weeks, main story fully finished in two weeks, all for his wishes)

As a hardworking mechanic, you often pride yourself on your accomplishments. You—like any decent one—had many. From what you worked with to what you managed to fix, there were many things that could be considered impressive to a crowd.

None of them, however, were as impressive as the time you managed to remove Boothill’s censorship and give him back what he called: “a missing piece of his heart.”

Your dimly lit mechanic shop is cluttered with tools amongst other sharp things. Scattered about every flat surface usable is a screw, nail, wire, metal board—anything you could make use of. In the centre of the workshop is the only real space you kept clean.

Sitting in the middle of the room is a large, metallic workbench. It’s impressive, to say the least. Hooked up to an uncountable number of wires, switches and knobs decorating the sides, tools hanging from hooks, everything about it is a sight to behold.

What’s more impressive—even more magnificent—is the man sitting on top of it.

With his legs sprawled out and his head idly lolling from side to side, Boothill himself is a man to bless the eyes. The way his body worked, how each wire and sensor inside his cyborg body worked in tandem with each other to create the masterpiece that was him.

Of course, you only think like that because you’re a mechanic. You know how hard it is to put together a synesthetic body part, let alone a whole human being.

To people who don’t know the complexities of machinery, they might just think he’s a handsome cyborg. And really, they weren’t wrong. Whoever created his body, whether it was Boothill himself or another person, was quite the artist with the way they’d managed to create Boothill as a cyborg and still leave in his human charm.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Boothill grumbles, pulling you very quickly out of your thoughts. “Ya gonna continue starin’ or ya gonna actually help a guy out?” He waved at the dent in his hip, a noticeable cave to the metal plate.

“Yes, yes.” You huff. While you did find the cyborg part of Boothill impressive, his personality… not so much. He was endearing at times, but mostly he could be a pain in the ass.

A lot of the time, he’d get himself scratched and broken just to come back to you only when he’s on the brink of shutting down. Or, he’d either only come to you with the smallest, most irrelevant and easy-to-fix problems known to man.

His current state being the latter.

You make your way carefully over to Boothill, dropping to your knees beside the workbench to inspect the minimal damage done to his hip. “It’s… not even that bad.” You murmur, eyes darting up to his. “You could probably play it off as a hip dip or something.”

“Nope!” Boothill grunts, moving his metallic hand to tap against the metal of his hip. “Not happenin’ cutie. Need this body o’ mine to be in tip-top condition for my next bounty.” He grins widely, stretching his legs in front of him as he rests his arms back behind his head.

You only roll your eyes in response, already pulling out your screwdriver to replace Boothill’s so-called “broken” hip. “Whatever you say then…” You grumble, working away at the screws on the plate.

“Thanks, sweet cheeks.” Boothill hums, absentmindedly picking at the metal of his shoulder.

You wince at the nickname, your eyes shifting from where you’re working to Boothill’s face. “What’s with the nicknames…?” You say, voicing your curiosity. “We’ve known each other for what, six months now?” I raise an eyebrow at him before I continue. “Six months, and we're not even dating yet you always seem to use some form of a nickname.”

“Well,” Boothill hums, “the guy that made this good ol’ body of mine decided I would benefit from losing a thing or two. Those bein’ my ability to swear and of course my clock.”

“Your… clock?” You give him a confused look as you screw the metal back into place, finishing off his new hip.

“No, no, cutie, not an actual clock.” Boothill rolls his eyes. “My, uh, manhood, ya know?”

“Your…” You trail off. “Oh.”

He grins at you, opening his legs widely on the table. “Look if ya want, I got nothin’ to hide down there.” He gives you a wink before leaning further into your workbench.

You glance down at his crotch and see that it is, indeed, very flat. I guess what he said is true then…

You’re about to pick up your tools when you hear Boothill call for you, his name dropping from his lips. “Hey, uh, you don’t happen to have any o’ those synesthetic clocks, do ya?”

You give Boothill a blank look. While you did have a few lying around, as per a customer who was willing to pay a hefty price of seven million credits for one, you didn’t think Boothill would want one.

“Yeah…” You eventually respond. “I do.”

Boothill’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes. “Oh, mother fudgin’!” He says before eagerly jumping off the workbench. “Please,” he begs, “ya gotta hook me up with one! Haven’t felt it in so long, ‘s like a piece of my heart’s been missing!”

You cringe at his choice of terminology before looking up at the pleading man. “Well, they cost a hefty price—”

“I’m willin’ t’pay!” Boothill cries, the same pleading tone still present in his voice. “Please, anythin’ for my clock back!”

“I—y’know what, fine.” You grumble, not having the energy to think up an argument. You wave your hand at your workbench. “Sit on the edge while I grab one. I’m just gonna assume you want the biggest size.”

You hear the faint rumble of Boothills laugh. ��Oh, darlin’ you know me so well!”

You roll your eyes, pulling out a key to unlock a drawer where you kept your synesthetic… manhoods. You eye them all, cautiously taking one on the very left end before closing the drawer and going back up to Boothill.

“So.” You say, holding the synesthetic member awkwardly in front of Boothill. “Eight inches, pretty thick, the colour an’ design of the metal goes pretty well with your cyborg parts, I think it matches you.”

“Oh-ho-ho!” Boothill grins, his sharp teeth shining under the light. “Now that's what I’m talking about. Can’t wait to have my fudgin’ shift back.”

You roll your eyes at the censorship before tapping Boothill’s knee. “Spread your legs, gotta get to you if you want me to actually put this on.”

Boothill gives you a teasing look and you already know what he’s about to comment on. “If you wanted to see my neck duck in action, ya could’ve jus’ asked.” He grins and you roll your eyes again. Just what you predicted.

“Shut up and spread your legs.” You say, a harsh tone evident in your voice. This time Boothill complies, his knees spreading as you once again take your place, kneeling on the floor, this time between his legs.

Slowly, you unscrew the metal panel on Boohill’s crotch area.

Once it’s fully out, you take a peek into the hole you just opened, trying to grasp what you’re working with. You puff out your cheeks, sighing as you peer into the hole between Boothill’s legs.

There’s an assortment of jumbled wires, a few switches, and—is that a remote control? With two fingers, you manage to pry your way into the cavity in Boothill’s crotch. Lithly and carefully, you pull the remote from the little clasp it was stuck in before sliding it out.

You inspect it carefully, taking note of how there’s only one singular switch on the flat of it. You contemplate flipping it, but then it crosses your mind that touching random things that came from inside Boothill’s body wasn’t the best idea.

Setting the remote to the side for later, you continue your work with Boothill’s new member.

Carefully, very, very carefully, you attach each wire to the base of Boothill’s new appendage, making sure everything is kept neat and tidy. With a quick glance up at Boothill, you can instantly tell he’s at least somewhat relaxed.

“Boothill.” You call, tapping the inside of his metal thigh. “I’m gonna connect the synesthesia now, so you might get a bit…” You cough awkwardly, “Aroused… But just ignore it and try not to like—y’know, cum all over my face.”

Boothill grins down at you, once again flashing you his sharp teeth. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’ve got some self-control.”

You nod your head, cautiously pushing the two wires together. The instant you twist them into place, you hear Boothill let out a loud groan. “Fudge, I missed this.” He murmurs, his dick twitching to life right in front of your face.

The sight, being able to watch as the new tip of his metal cock twitches and lifts, sends a shiver down your spine—one you chose to ignore as much as possible. Your hands go back to his shaft, gently pressing a screw in and Boothill lets out a loud hiss, his dick twitching in your hand.

“Darlin’ you’re teasin’ me.” He grunts before peering down at you through half-lidded eyes.

You don’t say anything, making sure to work carefully at his dick, making sure everything is functioning. As you trail your hand along the underside of his shaft, Boothill’s thigh twitches, pushing against your head and forcing your face closer to his cock.

You let out a squeal of surprise, eyes darting up to Boothill, whose face is flushed a warm pink with his teeth pulled between his lips. “Didn’t know this would affect you this much.” You murmur, a playful edge in your voice. You hate to admit it, but you’re already half-hard from being so close to Boothill and working on him in such an… intimate way.

“Shut it, darling.’” The cyborg grunts, and you laugh at the way his hands curl into fists beside him. “Haven’t felt like this in a while.”

“I can tell.” You hum, tapping his tip a few times and smirking at the loud moan that leaves his lips.

“Fudging—” Boothill grunts, his hand grabbing tightly at your shoulder as you stand up. “Such a fudgin’ tease, aren’t ya, sweetie?”

“Dunno what you're talking about Boothill.” You say, feigning innocence. “Sitting up from your kneeling position you grab the remote. “Any idea what this is?” You question, showing it to Boothill.

He eyes it carefully before shrugging. “Nah, got no clue.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You huff. “Cause I found it inside you.”

Boothill gapes at you, his jaw going slack. “Inside me!?” He roars. “And you just—just took it out!? What if I need that to live?!”

“Relax, cowboy,” you groan, his loud voice getting on your nerves slightly, “it wasn’t connected to anything, and you seem pretty fine now.”

Boothill glares at you seemingly having forgotten about his rock-hard erection standing tall against his metal abs. “Give it here.” He says, making a ‘give’ motion with his fingers. He practically snatches it from your hand the instant you’re within arm's reach, his hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer as he grabs at the remote. “Hmm…” He hums, inspecting it in his hands. Slowly, he slides the panel down, revealing two short words that make the two of you gasp.

“Censorship… Control.” Boothill reads, and you instantly snatch the remote into your hands.

“Hey!” Boothill yells! “Wait a darn minute—I need that!”

“No,” you respond flatly, “you don’t. Whoever built in that censorship must’ve done it for a reason—”

“Yeah!” Boothill grunts. “To annoy the fudge outa me!” He growls again, desperately trying to reach for the remote again. “Oh, fudgin’ give it! What’ll it take for you to give me the darn thing.”

You grin.

Finally, he asked.

“I think a good enough payment would be to test out this new dick of yours.”

Boothill’s expression turns from anger and annoyance to a smirk in the blink of an eye. His hands are no longer grabbing at the remote, and instead resting on your waist. “Oh?” He coos. “Didn’t know you liked me that much.” He smirks, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “But a test drive would be so much more fun if I had my swearin’ back. Think of all the dirty lil’ things I could say to you, hm?”

Your face flushes as you feel Boothill’s cool breath fan over your ear. “I bet you'd really like if I turned it off, be able to swear to your heart’s content” You do your best to stand your ground, ignoring the blood that rushes to your cock and the way your pants grow tight. “But I think I can think of a better way to put your mouth to use.”

Boothill growls lowly, his grip moving from your waist to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze. “Turn it off and I might just show you what this mouth of mine is capable of.”

“Hmph.” You grunt. “Fine. Let's see how dirty this mouth of yours can get, Boothill." You whisper, your warm breath fanning over his chest. With that, you’re flicking his censorship off, once again leaving Boothill free to say whatever he wants.

“Atta boy.” He growls.

Boothill’s eyes narrow as you flick the remote, effectively ending his censorship. Your face flushes, watching his lips pull into a wide grin as he grips your ass, tugging down your pants and leaving them dropped at your ankles. “Don’t worry whore, I’ll show you just how good I am.” Boothill growls, his voice dropping an octave. “I’ll have you screaming my name while you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”

You don’t say anything, only pressing your face further into his neck.

“I’ll tell you every dirty word, every filthy thought that crosses my mind while I pound into your tight fucking hole.” Boothill groans, starting to tug down your boxers too.

And suddenly, like he only now could process the extent that he could speak, Boothill is tugging you away from him only to press his lips harshly into you, murmuring into the kiss as he does. “You little slut, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re stuffed fuckin’ full of my dick. You’ll be drenched in your own cum, worshiping my cock, begging for more.” He lets out a loud groan, pulling away. “And don’t think you can fuckin’ hide, ‘cause I’ll take you right here an’ now, on your stupid workbench.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, watching the sight of your absolute arousal dripping down your dick.

“Look at you, so fuckin’ hard.” He wraps his palm around your cock, giving it a sharp tug before pulling his hand away only to return with a sharp slap against your tip. “Bet you’d pull your pants down for anyone on the street, like a common whore.”

You whine, knees buckling at the slap. You collapse onto Boothill’s chest, letting out a plethora of pathetic sounds as you do.

“Aww.” Boothill coos, lifting your chin to face him. “This weak already?”

He grips your body, getting off your workbench only to lay you on top of it. You lay flat on your tummy, with you face pressed into the thin padding of the workbench.

“You’re gonna be a good boy now, an’ take what I give you, ‘kay?” Boothil says, bending your knees to push your ass into the air. His finger teases your puckered hole, tracing your rim, but never pushing anything in,

“Boothill.” You whine. “Put it in already!”

“What’d I say?” Boothill growls, bringing down a hand against your ass in a harsh spank. “That you’re gonna take what?”

“T-Take what you give me!” You whine, pressing your face into the cushion in embarrassment.

You can’t believe what’s currently happening. Here you are, face down and your ass in the air as Boothill eases a finger into your tight hole, occasionally giving mean spanks against your balls and ass.

Eventually, Boothill presses his first finger in. The feeling makes you gasp out, your back arching against the workbench. His fingers are so thick. You whine out, instinctively rocking your hips against his fingers.

“That’s it.” Boothill praises, bringing a hand to rub your back gently. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, like a good lil’ whore.” He presses in another finger, beginning to match the pace of your hips as he curls them.

He thrusts them in and out, and in and out until you’re seeing stars. Your eyes are rolled back, drool slipping from your lips as you moan and writhe against Boothill’s hand. He curls his fingers, easily finding your prostate and laughing cruelly when your dick twitches.

“Fuck, you’re so easy.” He moans, watching you fuck against his fingers. Slowly, he grabs his new metal dick, dragging the cool tip across the crack of your ass. You whine, your eyes squeezing shut at the cold sensation.

“Boothill!” You moan out. “D-Don’t stop, I—I’m so close!”

“Oh?” He questions. “And who told you that you had any right to tell me what to do?”

Just like that, he’s pulling his fingers away from you. You’re a whining, crying mess at that. Sobbing about how you needed his fingers, his dick, his anything to make you come. “Please!” You beg. “Need t’cum so badly!”

“Really?” Boothill smirks. “If that’s really what you want…” He tugs you off the workbench, watching you fall to the floor into a pathetic heap. “Then beg me for it.”

You nod eagerly, instantly getting on your knees and kissing against Boothill’s hard cock. The rough concrete of the floor is painful against your bare knees, but you can make due.

You’re quick to take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool metal before pressing your lips slightly lower. Your tongue presses down, forced to drag along his underside the more you take him in.

You blink up at Boothill, tears welling in your eyes as you plead with him to help you. Help you. Use you. It didn’t matter.

Boothill lets out a tsk before grabbing your hair harshly. “What happened to the smart mechanic I knew so well? When’d he get replaced by this cock-hungry bitch who can’t even suck dick to save his life?”

At that, Boothill’s pressing your face all the way down. Your nose pokes at the cold metal of his pelvis before he’s pulling you back and thrusting his dick deep down your throat. He sets a quick pace, fucking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a fleshlight for him to use and throw away at his disposal.

Your jaw hangs slack, tongue forcefully dragging along the metal of his cock. Drool slips from your lips but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when your mouth is being stuffed full. Boothill’s pace quickens and you moan weakly around his cock, feeling something poke at your own.

From what you manage to see through the corner of your eye, Boothill is stepping on your dick, rubbing the sole of his dirty shoe against your tip as it leaks precum all over the rough concrete. The feeling of his shoe on your dick, his cock stuffing your mouth—it’s all enough to send you over the edge.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your cock twitching pathetically under Boothill’s shoe as you shoot ropes of cum from your tip. Some of it sticks to the bottom of his shoe, and some squirts farther. Boothill laughs, rubbing his shoe harder into your dick, watching you whine around his cock.

“C’mon slut, you can take it. This is the payment you wanted, so don’t go crying on me now.”

#oh my god #this is so good #boothill x male reader #huff huff #v good

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hhhh-blade-takeitall · 8 months ago

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some of my geshulin drawings:)

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hhhh-blade-takeitall · 8 months ago

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doodle

There’s no WAY he’d wear these. But I do.

I put Enmu in my clothes. He’s my little dress up doll lol xp

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hhhh-blade-takeitall · 8 months ago

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This was just supposed to be a few sentences but it spiraled oh gods orz cw Pluto likes the reader, humps her in the woods while they're hiding from some goons, Sebastian tells the reader to reward Pluto for dealing with the men and it's insinuated that he knows what's up between the two, reader fucks Pluto, Pluto has a knot. Reader has fem pronouns and a vagina ok thats all

Black butler Pluto thoughts Uh Oh!

He starts paying a lot of attention to you, a phantomhive maid, wanting you to play with him, feed him, pet him bathe him...sleep with him, curled up at the foot of your bed. You've told Sebastian a handful of times that you think Pluto needs something more, better enrichment maybe? He's not liking being kept on manor grounds. And Sebastian just brushes off your concerns, saying he'll deal with it with a smirk on his lips.

Your chores start changing, more and more chores pertaining to Pluto show up until he's basically all you see.

You huff, trying not to stumble as he runs faster. Sebastian said if he's going to be let outside the grounds of the Phantomhive Manor, he must be in his human form...and on a leash. You are strictly to stay within the woods surrounding the estate, which technically is still the young masters property, but it's letting Pluto have more space.

"Pluto be careful! You're going to make me fall!" He stands instead, picks you up, and starts running. You hold on for dear life as trees rush by and small creatures scurry away.

He slows to a stop and sets you down at a tree with overgrown berry bushes beside it. He pushes you to sit and lays his head on your lap with a big happy huff. Fine, you can sit and relax for a bit. You brush your fingers through his hair, picking out leaves and branches. You scritch his ears and he pants happily.

You stare off into the distance over the top of the bushes and absentmindedly bring your hand down to scratch under his chin. You think you hear something but keep petting him, lightly scratching with your nails down his chest, to his stomach. You can feel him shake as his leg kicks. You keep staring over the bushes until you see a silhouette. Your eyes widen,

Sebastian is going to kill you if he finds out someone spotted a Phantomhive maid out in the woods with her hands on the body of a naked man. Then, a gun fires.

You scurry onto your hands and knees while Pluto sits up. You pull his leash clumsily. "Pluto get down!" You whisper. The men walk close enough that you can hear them, though they aren't being quiet.

"Idiot! Get a hold o' yer gun! If we get found out before we kill the brat the boss'll have our heads!"

Shit, you don't have anything on you, they're headed for the manor. Pluto shifts beside you. Sebastian and the others are still there, so it's fine, but you were hired for this and you can do nothing!

"Now...where are we going?" You've got to be joking, they're stupid?! "Uh...I don't know. Where's the map." There's the distant sound of fumbling, and behind you Pluto shifts. You pay him no mind. He leans on your back and you feel his breath on your ear. The men in the distance groan. "How are we supposed to read this now?! The inks all smudged!"

"Pluto what are you doing?!" He pushes against you and you almost become unsteady. You look up at him and his cheeks are flushed. He shifts between your legs and pushes against you again and you freeze. He's...aroused, and...and humping you. Is it because you were petting him? Because of how you're kneeling? Did you do something? You slap your hand over your mouth when a whimper arises.

"Just go this way, we'll figure it out." The men retreat in a direction away from you and when you're sure they're gone you scramble into the bushes and stumble out the other side. You look over them at Pluto who looks...confused. You look away quickly. "Let's go Pluto, we should get back before they do."

And you do. You, at least. By the time you pass the treeline, Pluto is furry and monstrous and snarling. He nudges you towards the manor before turning and watching the woods. You take the hint and rush inside.

You hurry down corridors in search of-you knock into him. "Sebastian!" "(Y/n)..." "There's two men in the woods, they're coming here. They're trying to, they went the wrong way but Pluto's outside watching the treeline, so I think they've figured out." He looks at your face then your disheveled uniform. "I see...did something happen while out on your walk?" His tone makes you anxious. There's no way he could know. You look down.

Your apron is covered in splotches of blue and purple. "Oh, yes! I fell into a berry bush, it's fine, I'm fine!" You hurry off to your quarters, wishing to end all conversation there.

It's night soon. The others and winding down for the night and you've just finished getting the berry stains out of your apron. You squeeze it once more, watching the small droplets of water fall to the grass. You toss it over the clothesline and pin it down.

You place the last pin on the line and smooth the cloth. Your shadow, illuminated by the moon behind you, morphs as the wind shifts the line. When it settles, theres a much taller shadow beside you. You don't even have time to be scared when their hand lands on your shoulder and you feel them lower themself to your height.

"Pluto did very well today, reward him a little extra won't you? It would mean more coming from you than from anyone else. He's already waiting outside your room." You can hear the smile on Sebastian's lips as he speaks. You try not to shiver, and by the time you can think of an answer, he's already left.

He knows...he has to. You hide your face in your hands, ready to die of embarrassment.

Pluto turns his head when you approach, barking in greeting. "Shh! The others are sleeping!" He smiles and let's out a small quiet bark instead, his tail wagging behind him. Your lips purse. You don't know if this is a good idea, but...

You open the door to your room at he enters before you. You close the door behind you and exhale. Pluto watches you with a smile as you go around your room, gathering your night clothes. You set them down and undo the buttons on your dress and hold it your chest as it falls. You rub the back of your leg with your foot nervously. You drop your dress and remove the rest of your clothes, but don't grab your night clothes.

Pluto looks up from where he kneels on the ground, wanting up onto the bed. "Down." He looks confused but lies down on the floor anyway. You get on your bed, choosing not to lay under the sheets. Laying on your side, you bite your lip, wondering if you want to do this. Your hand slips between your thighs. You're already wet, thinking about earlier today, and when Sebastian mentioned 'rewarding' Pluto. He said nothing else but you shiver as you remember his tone. It was suggestive, insanely so. And it got you thinking about this.

You slip a finger inside and keep your voice down and begin to finger yourself. By the time you add a second finger you've made up your mind. You stop and get on your knees, lowering your upper body onto the bed. "Pluto?"

He perks up immediately, sitting up straight and looking at you with a smile. He looks from your face down your body and the smile falls to parted lips. He doesn't move, so you wiggle your hips a little, and that seems to do it. He hurries up and gets on your bed behind you, just like he was earlier.

He humps you clumsily, failing to achieve anything besides sliding his hardening cock against your lips. You hesitate, not that it matters, you're not going to back out now. "Pluto, hold on..." He does, looking you in the eye with that happy smile. You reach between your legs and hold his cock, guiding it to your entrance. His eyes close and he pants happily, so you stroke his length a bit, then push back until he's almost inside.

You keep your hand there and take a deep breath. "Ok Pluto, gentle..." He is, he's slow as he pushes his hips forward and his tip enters you. He stays slow as he pushes deeper, whining at the feeling. You whimper at the stretch and moan quietly when he settles. You bring you hand near your chest and grab the sheets tightly. "o...ok Pluto..., go ahead"

And he does. You quickly hide your face in your pillow to hopefully muffle your sounds as he...fucks you like an animal, to be crass yet honest. "Oh god...!" It's loud, the sounds happening inside your room. You pray to whoever will listen that it's not so loud that it wakes the others, or worse, travels to the end of the halls to Sebastian's room. You'd simply die if you discovered he knew you were doing this.

It's not that you shouldn't be, or that you would rather not be doing this, but that being heard engaging in such an act is embarrassing. Someone like Bard, or Mey-Rin aren't going and seeking out 'company' like this, and you certainly aren't going to each other for it. You dread being seen as some desperate tramp who doesn't even have the decency to leave the manor for this.

Pluto's thrusts change, they slow in pace but increase in intensity and it feels like a pressure being pressed at your entrance. After a moment you understand that it definitely is a pressure, and he's trying to push inside. It's painful but you don't want him to stop. Whimpering with tears beginning to well in your eyes you shift your legs wider and try to relax. Pluto seems to appreciate the attempt, panting harder and whining deep in his throat.

You bite the pillow in anticipation, and you couldn't have done it a moment sooner, because as your teeth clench the fabric, Pluto's knot pops into you wetly, firmly. Oh,

It's hot and filling; his cum flooding inside you. You try and tug away but it's not budging. You...really hope whatever he is isn't compatible with humans...

Pluto's face in smushed into your breasts when you wake up the next morning. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, you have to get up.

"Pluto" nudge "Pluto..." nudge. His eyes open and look at you from your chest. He doesn't look happy. "Pluto I have work to do." He wraps his arms around your waist tighter. His nails dig into your fat. "Pluto, let go. We have to work!" He growls but let's go, pushing you down with a pout. He opens his mouth and you think he's going to lay a slobbery kiss on your face, so you shut your eyes and scrunch your face. A thud and crash next door pulls Pluto's attention away and you use the opportunity to push him up and off to the side. He drops to your bed with a huff and a glare, but his tail wags anyway.

It's Mey-Rin's room. You throw on your night dress and step outside, but someone's already there.

Sebastian.

Mey-Rin stumbles through a sentence then closes her door. You can't duck back into yours fast enough, and Sebastian turns to you, but doesn't look at you. He looks at your door. You turn.

Pluto is halfway out your door, curious as to what's happening. You turn back to Sebastian who looks at you with a smirk. You turn back to your room once more and shove Pluto back inside and slam the door. You look nervously back at Sebastian.

Neither of you say a word, you don't have to. He knows. You know he knows. You hope the others don't. "Get dressed, make sure Pluto is presentable. And," he adjusts the strap of your night dress, "make sure that is covered." You're too scared to look, you just nod and fumble for the doorknob and escape into the privacy of your room.

When your heart stops racing, you cautiously look at your shoulder.

Bruised teeth marks. BRUISED TEETH MARKS.

"Pluto!"

#kuroshitsuji nsfw #pluto kuroshitsuji #nsfw #nice #v nice

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hhhh-blade-takeitall · 9 months ago

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thigh fucking with ayato to relieve his stress from work so he bends the reader in his desk while degrading him (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

ayato x reader

cw: domtop character, subbottom reader, degradation, minor feminization (use of the word cunt), minor voyeurism, minor sir kink, petnames

lmk if i miss anything!

“sir.. please,” you squirm under ayato as his body keeps you bent over his desk, hand on the small of your back as he feels around for a small bottle in his desk.

“what? this where you want it?” he smiles as he traces a finger up your exposed hole watching as it winks back up at him, leaning back to spread the lube all over it, “in this slutty cunt a yours?”

“‘m not a slut..” you slur, biting back a moan as he laughs, your face too cute to ignore. i mean your body is practically jumping at his touch while your poor cunt tries to take his fingers in, desperate to be filled.

it had been another regular day in the office before you were called up for another one of your lil “private meetings”, the angst on his face clear as day the moment you stepped through those grand doors.

the man is in desperate need of an actual break, what with the commission beating down his door 24/7, and ayato couldn't think no one better than his favorite boy..

his boy, to give it to him.

you were just made to take him. your desperate whines and moans music to his ears as he slowly jerks off your sad cock, spreading the lube all between your thighs and back up to your eager hole. honestly, he can't imagine how he ever makes it through the day without you

if he could just pay you to look all pretty bent over his desk, filling that pretty boycunt a yours up like it deserves to be filled, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

“oh, puppy, look at you,” he coos sweetly in your ear, his dick jerking against the curve of your ass as he bends over to take your dick in his hands, dirtying it with your precum, “this is all it takes to get you wet? a whore like u cant go two minutes without having his hole stuffed, hmm?”

your ass perks up to his touch on instinct, rutting against him for some friction on your rim. you needed him inside you so bad.

“no baby,” ayato hums, small frown on his face as he presses his finger into the skin of your hip to hold you still, “none of that,”

his hard cock slides in between the warmth of your lube slick thighs, groan escaping his lips as you clench around him from the sensation. your hips stutter as you rock against him, the feeling of his cock against yours just too much to handle.

“what a slutty little ass you’ve got,” he gropes, “what did i tell you?”

“please,” you shake your head, hole winking up at him everytime he prods, begging for any sort of attention, “please put it in, please sir,”

and you make it so hard to resist what with the sweet way his name falls off your tongue.. but only good dogs get treats he reminds you, all gentle smiles as he runs his hands down your back and squeezes at your thigh, finally starting to fuck you in earnest.

“stay tight. don't let up till i finish,” he grunts, keeping you bent over his desk as your hands grip onto the edges of the table in an attempt to keep balance against the smack of his hips against your ass. the tip of his dick pokes through your thighs as he uses them like a fleshlight, spreading his pre all over you and the underside of your abandoned cock.

ayato's all up on you, chest pressed against your back as he groans in your ear so you can know personally just what you do to him. it has you fucking yourself back on his hard cock, begging for him to just touch you already, but the sudden ringing of his old desk phone distracts you.

ayato reaches for it, your eyes widening as you glance up at him shaking your head, but he just holds a single finger to his lips before sliding the phone onto his shoulder, giving his fingers full freedom to slide back into position on the small of your back as he slows his thrusts to a slow grind of his dick. you've got nothing to worry about, really. he's gonna make sure to fuck all those useless thoughts out your pretty little head all the same.

“yes?” he doesn't do much to hide the annoyance in his tone, his hands pressing into your warm skin, using you like some cheap toy as he forces you to stay down and take it.

“two pm? no, cancel that, thank you. yes i’m sure,”

it feels like his stupid talk could go on for forever, but he still manages to stay cool on call as he draws the softest moans out of you, pulling out from your thighs to see how you flinch when he slaps his dick across your unused hole, lightly tapping the side of ur ass so you can arch for him some more just like a good toy should. it all has your mind falling away, uselessly rutting yourself back onto his cock as he plays with you, making sure to stay all pretty laid out on the desk for him.

“i’m a little busy at the moment,” he leans down to press a kiss on your shoulder as he squeezes at your ass, voice almost a low whisper, “isn't that right?”

all you can do is nod your head, body too hot and aching to say no. so thoroughly fucked out you don't even notice hes ended the call already, phone disgarded somewhere on his desk as he picks up his pace again, watching his cock dissapear into the folds of your thighs as his free hand reaches around your middle.

“gods, youre so fucking filthy, look at you,” he laughs, pinching at the head of your cock, spreading your pre all over his fingers, “you really get off from being used like that?”

“‘m not,” your words break off what with the way your body betrays you, thighs clenching as he starts jerking off your pathetic cock,

“i wonder how everyone would react,” he leans down to your level, lips warm on your ear as he keeps his hand tight around you, “if they saw how wet you get from just the touch of my fingers,”

you rut back into his hand, silently begging, but he keeps his touches light, laughing at how desperate you get.

"use your words, puppy," he gently hums before squeezing your chin in his hands and forcing your mouth open with his fingers. his face is so close to yours you can feel his words on the skin of your neck, but his body keeps you pinned against the desk stuck from facing him, "cmon, tell me what you want,"

“please, sir,,” your body jerks as you cry, way too focused on chasing his hand. the feel of his fingers tracing over your tip, the rhythmic sound of his skin on yours, it leaves your head too empty to think of anything but release.

“a slut like you can do better than that”, he moves his hand from your dick, the smile on his lips clear as day as he listens to your incoherent moans, rubbing your mess all over your tummy.

“please let me cum, please,”

you can feel the smile on his lips as he takes your wrists in one hand, lifting you from his desk and exposing your fucked out body to the empty office.

your head falls back against his chest, body almost giving out when he finally takes your cock in his hand and finally gives you what you've been begging so prettily for.

“that’s it, let it all out,” your legs shake as you jerk your hips to try and match his pace, head too dumb to do anything but whine as you finally cum, voice caught all up in your throat, ayato's lips on yours silencing you as he finishes all over your thighs, and you all over his hand.

#ayato kamisato x male reader #genshin nsfw #0w0 #niceeeee

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