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The shy ones are always the kinkiest
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König x Fem!Reader
Part 1, Part 2
König transfers over to task force 141, looking for a bit of a fresh start. He’s equal parts nervous and excited (mostly nervous, let’s not lie) about meeting a new team. He finds himself unable to control his thoughts when he meets you, as they tend to stray in a more “adult” direction.
So here are the 4 times he didn’t get caught and the 1 time he does, thinking about you
1. Meeting the team
König had been looking for a new job for a while before being given the opportunity to join TF141. He was a little hesitant at first, some part of him not wanting to leave the KorTac behind, but another part of him was excited about the idea of something slightly different.
It’s a day in late April when he arrives, air still ever so slightly cold with a post winter chill. Captain Price is standing outside, waiting for him, arms crossed and hat tilted down slightly to shield his eyes from the sun.
“Good to see you’ve arrived on time, everyone else is inside,” he speaks in a gruff voice, not unkind but definitely strict.
König follows the older man inside, careful of the fact that he’s got a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He can’t help but try and shrink in on himself, nerves prickling in the new atmosphere.
He’s greeted with the sight of Soap’s and Gaz’s backs, shielding him from looking at a small table in the corner of the rec room. There’s a large commotion surrounding the table, cheering from the two who he can see.
“Break it up, we’ve got someone here.” Price interrupts the situation, making Soap whip around and Gaz jump slightly.
As soon as the other two are out of the way, König is met with you and Ghost, locked in an arm wrestle. Your brows are furrowed as you try and push Ghost’s arm down, the hand that isn’t clasped in his is gripping the side of the table.
König can’t help but stare at your hand, the white knuckle grip you have on the table causing your hand to look so good. He can’t stop his mind from wondering, going places it really shouldn’t. He couldn’t help but think about how pretty your hand would look wrapped around his neck.
A loud bang interrupts the wondering of his mind, forcing him to come back to reality. You’ve been defeated, hand and upper arm pinned to the table under Ghost’s.
“Wonderful, now you children have done, this is König, he’s joining 141, as you all know,” Price speaks again with that gruff voice, gesturing to König.
“Don’t scare him off.” Is the last thing Price says before he grumbles something about needing do sort something out and leaving.
“Nice to meet you big guy.” You’re on your feet almost immediately, approaching König and holding out hand out.
He takes it, noticing just how much bigger his hand is compared to yours. König’s face burns hot with embarrassment from his previous thoughts.
“Nice to meet you too.”
2. Sparring with Soap
The next time König meets you, it’s in the gym. It’s less of a meeting and more of a chance encounter considering he had been going out of his way to avoid you as much as he could without it getting suspicious.
He was just going to work out, trying to go later in the day to avoid anyone else. But his plan didn’t work, as both you and Soap were in the gym.
The second he walks in, his ears are met with your sounds of distress. It almost sends him into panic mode, heart starting to race at the thought that you might be in trouble.
You are in trouble, but not in the way that he thought you were. Instead, he finds you pinned under Soap. His chest is pressed to your back while yours is pressed to the mat you’re both on. Your hips are raised slightly, causing your ass to push back into Soap’s crotch. He pins your arms above your head, thighs on the outside of yours. He’s caging you completely in place, and your sounds of “distress” are actually just you growling and muttering things while you try to get him off.
König immediately finds that same blush from before rising to his face, bringing a burning redness with it that he can just feel. With the burning come the thoughts. The ideas of pressing you down like that, intentionally grinding himself against you while you struggle and squirm to get free. How small and fragile you’d look, pinned under him, held down by his much larger hands.
“Ok! Ok fine! I tap out!” He hears you shout, sharply grounding him in reality again. The shout is accompanied by a rapid slapping sound - you beating your open hand against the mat.
Soap gets off you, letting you roll onto your back. With splayed arms, you stare up at the Scot, a disapproving look plastered on your face.
“I did nothing wrong!” Soap proclaims through poorly veiled laughter, reaching down to help you up. He pulls you a bit too hard, causing you to colapse forwards into his chest.
“Whatever,” you grumble, pushing yourself off of him and crossing your arms.
“Don’t be bitter cuz you lost!” Soap practically squeaks as he says it, fake hurt laced in his voice as you turn your back to him.
As you do, you’re met with the image of König stood with his hand in the still open door, frozen perfectly walking into the room. The Austrian had never been so glad to be wearing a thick hoodie as he is now.
“Hey big guy, nice to see you again.” You smile at him, walking over.
He swallows hard, dreading trying to hold a conversation but far too nervous to run away.
3. Joining a meeting
Despite his best efforts, König finds it harder and harder to try and avoid you. With such a bubbly and outgoing personality, you seem to be practically everywhere all of the time. And it doesn’t get any easier when Price calls a meeting about something or other midway through a rather hot day in May.
König isn’t paying attention to his Captain at all, however, as you’re sat across from him wearing a pair of workout shorts and a vest that sits a little too low.
He can’t help his mind wondering, trying his best to conceal the fact that his eyes are doing the same. They’re tracing down your body, looking from your partially exposed cleavage to the way your shorts pull in on the fat of your thighs ever so slightly.
The image of getting his hands on your pops into his head. Soft, warm flesh giving way under his hands, so tender when he grips it. Pulling you out of the meeting, pushing your top up and pawing at your breasts. Watching the way your squirm at the roughness of the fabric on your delicate skin.
How well your thighs would mould to the shape of his hands if he just reached over and grabbed them. How nice it might be to hold you up by them, have them wrapped around his waist with his hands on the underside.
“Are you paying attention solider?” Price snaps, immediately drawing König back to reality.
“Yes- Yes sir,” he stammers out, pupils constricting and head snapping towards Price, who stands at the head of the table looking extremely disappointed.
“I doubt that.” Price pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I’ll talk to you later. The rest of you are dismissed, continue with your day.”
And with that, everyone but König is leaving the room. His eyes catch a glimpse of you leaving and he can’t help but think of an English saying he’s heard before - ‘hate to see you leave but love to watch you go’. He’s pretty sure it applies right now.
4. Watching you cook
Early in the morning, König wakes from a nightmare that he can’t remember at all. It’s stresses him out enough that he can’t go back sleep, no matter how much he tosses and turns. Instead of continuing to suffer in his bed, he opts to get up and go to get a drink.
The base is almost completely silent, apart from a sizzling sound coming from the shared kitchen. As soon as he hears the sound, he can smell something too - cooking bacon. Whoever is up this early has decided it’s time for breakfast.
He sneaks his way to the door, leaning on it slightly, surprisingly quiet for his massive size. The door creaks slightly as he opens it, but the noise doesn’t disturb the people inside.
Ghost is sat at the table, arms crossed and head placed on top of them. He seems like he’s sleeping, hunched over himself in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position. While you’re stood at the stove, a small stack of pancakes stood on a plate next to you while you cook bacon.
“Hey, it’s ready,” you call over your shoulder, using the spatula that you had been using to flip the bacon to place it on the plate. Ghost picks his head up at the sound of your voice, still wearing his balaclava.
“That’s way too much for me,” he grumbles, tired voice catching in his throat.
“Ok, I’ll split it, but I don’t really want any.” You split the pancakes in half, along with the bacon. What’s left is still a rather large stack.
“But it’ll be wasted.” Ghost sits up, picking up the maple syrup you had previously placed on the table.
“I’m sure someone will have it.” You place the plate on the side, covering it with a piece of tinfoil.
You hoist yourself onto the counter, sitting with your legs parted ever so slightly. It’s not they König can see that you’re wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and a pair of short shorts. The shorts leave little to the imagination, showing off your inner thighs.
Once again, König finds himself having dirty thoughts. The idea of sliding in between your thighs, spreading them apart with his body, having them open to give him room.
Before his thoughts can go any further, he notices the problem that’s started to arise in his pants. König knows he can’t hang around any longer and so turns back to his room, deciding to take care of himself.
5. Alone in the rec room
König finds a rest bite from your constant presence in the rec room. Everyone else seems to be taking advantage of the sun and the pleasant heat outside, including you. All while he sits alone, splayed out on the couch, letting his body rest.
He’s counting on you not coming inside, but luck doesn’t seem to be on his side. You make your way into the rec room, flipping down onto the couch right beside him.
“Too hot out there for you?” He tries not to look at you as you speak. But puf if the corner of his eye he can see you, splayed out, legs spread.
“Ja, just a little,” he gets out, tilting his head backwards, facing the ceiling and letting his eyes fall closed.
“Yeah, I’m surprised the others can stay out there this long. ‘Specially considering that Soap is refusing to wear sunscreen,” you chuckle lightly, looking at König. “He’s gonna burn like a marshmallow.”
König only gives a short chuff in response to your comment, keeping his eyes shut, desperately trying to stop myself from looking at you. He knows if he does, he won’t be able to hide his thoughts this time.
Despite his best efforts, his mind starts to wonder. The idea of pulling you into his lap clouds his mind, making his skin prickle with more heat than if he was bathed in direct sunlight. Hair on his arms and the back of his neck stands on end, causing him to shiver despite the heat.
“You ok?” Your hand comes to rest on his knee as you lean forwards, looking at him in concern. He snaps his head forwards, looking at you, eyes wide and pupils dilated.
“I… Cannot stop thinking about you…” he can’t hold his tongue it seems. Nor his hands, as one comes to rest over the top of yours.
He sees the look on your face, the red flush, the way your eyes flicker down his body for a fraction of a second. Suddenly, he’s sure that you’re having the same thoughts.
“Mein liebling… if you feel the same, all you must do is say…” his hands squeezes over yours, holding it against his thigh.
You chuckle, squeezing his thigh on your own before slipping your hand out form under his. You haul yourself up, putting your hands in your pockets and rocking on the balls of your feet slightly.
“Well… I’ll see you in my room later,” your voice drips with something König didn’t know he wanted so badly. He doesn’t get a chance to respond as you walk out if the rec room, most likely wanting to join the others outside again.
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Tears of a Trickster
Sub!TVA Loki x Afab!Dom!Reader
Warning: 18+ sub/dom elements, trauma, slightly out of character (probably)
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When it came to sex, Loki has always needed it rough, hard, and quick. It did help that you always had the energy that seemed to even out Loki’s chaotic nature, so whenever he had the urges or needs most adults would, you happily obliged and took care of him…but today felt different. After your usual rough session, Loki seemed more…sensitive and emotional. As you began to clean up and remove the strap, he clung to your arm.
“Loki, what’s wrong?”
“…Mommy…”
You smiled softly as you laid down next to him, setting the strap down at the end of the bed.
“Yes baby, Mommy’s here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face in your chest, soft gasps of relief spewing from him as Loki began to cry. It was common knowledge in the TVA that Loki was a traumatized god, but the extent of his trauma was unknown to everyone but you and Loki. Not even Mobius knows just how true his statement of Loki being a ‘scared little boy’ was. Between his treatment at the TVA, his treatment from Odin, and all the bullshit he went through, it amazed you just how Loki was able to simply exist without having a mental breakdown every 20 seconds. It hurt you to see him so upset.
His crying became more and more intense as his entire body began to shake, gripping onto you as he bawled his eyes out. All you could do was hold him in your arms and comfort him…
“Shhh…sh sh sh…I think someone’s experiencing subdrop…”
And he was. Loki’s subdrops we’re horrendous and have only gotten more frequent within the last few days or so. The sight of a god of trickery and mischief sobbing and wailing would normally make anyone uncomfortable or embarrassed, but to you it was normal. You continued to hold him as Loki continued to cry, simply clinging to you like a child as you rubbed his back. It was only until he latched onto your nipple and began to suck, almost as a form of self-soothing.
He was so precious like this. To see his beautiful blue eyes shimmer like stars as his soft pink lips wrapped around your nipple…it both warmed and broke your heart to see such a rare scene. Quite a rare sight, indeed…
“Loki…my sweet little prince…”
He blushed harshly as he began to tear up once more.
“I-I…I feel…”
You gently pulled him away from your chest as you cradled him, his soft sniffles and shaky arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to soothe him.
“I…I feel…small…”
“I know…”
“Super small…”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm…”
He stared up at you with a sense of innocence that he never usually showed. The poor little trickster was so distraught that he stayed quiet. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up.
“Anything else you want to talk about?”
“…”
You two began to sit and snuggle in silence as he stared into your sparkling eyes. It’s quite obvious that Loki was enjoying himself before he began to stare of to space, flashbacks coming to his mind as his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.
"Loki?"
Startled, Loki snaps out of the flashback and looks over at you.
"Loki, is everything okay?"
His face falls as he is once again faced with the reality of his traumas, and he can't bring himself to speak. All he can do is shake his head and look away as you watched. You gently cupped his face as you laid the both of you down on the bed as he grabbed your wrist.
“Loki…”
“Y-yeah?”
“How can I help you feel better?”
“C-cuddle?”
You smiled softly as you gently rubbed his cheek. He’s such a sweet little trickster. Loki clung to you as he took a deep breath, letting his tears fall as he buried his head in your chest. His tears fell harder and harder as he began to slowly snuggled up against your chest. This only made you want to kiss him more and more as he began to coo while you pulled him closer to you.
His cooing was so adorable as you continued to hold him. The cuddling continued as he began to whine and pull away.
“Whaaa!! Owie!!”
You quickly sat up and grabbed the TVA medkit as you examined his body. A few old faded scars and scuffs from battles and childhood. Some innocent and some not so much. The poor god was shivering as he hesitantly let you touch him, gently shivering as he let you hold him and examine his body before noticing a massive bruise on his ankle.
“Honey…what’s this?”
Loki whimpered as he began to tear up.
“I got my foot caught in a trip wire trap while on the field today…”
You noticed his tear-filled eyes as he tried to brush it off as nothing. His pale gentle skin shimmering under the lights as the red and blue bruise on his ankle showed more and more speckles of purple. Such a sight upset you as you began to clean him up and patched up his ankle.
“There we go…don’t worry, I’m here for you.”
Loki panted and whined as his member began to slowly harden as you finished patching him up and kissed his inner thigh. This made you smile as you gently rubbed his belly. He’s such a cutie!
“Y/N…”
“Hmm?”
“Hard…”
“Ah, I see…ok, how about this?”
You gently grabbed his member and jacked him off, earning a small burst of cum and a low groan from Loki while he laid on his back. The poor little god was tired and overwhelmed. You let him go and rubbed his torso as he whimpered.
“Are you ok?”
Loki nodded as he turned to his side and closed his eyes as he dozed off to sleep. Welp, looks like he was done for the night. You smiled softly as you patted his bottom and decided to address his trauma at a later date, not wanting him to hurt himself trying to explain. You smiled softly as you rubbed his back.
“Sleep tight, my little prince.”
And so…the tears of the trickster stopped as a smile grew more pronounced on his face.
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❌ NSFW Warning: This post contains explicit sexual content. If you are a minor or that kind of content makes you uncomfortable please do not read under the cut! ❌
Yuma x Female Reader Smut
Handcuffs, teasing, begging, vulgar language, oral, fingering
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The sound of the handcuffs snapping onto the bed's headboard went straight to your core, intensifying the aching in between your legs. Yuma trailed his hand down the valley of your breasts and stomach, chuckling. "I like seeing ya all tied up, Sow." You giggled. "You see this sight often enough." He kissed your breast and you let out a sigh of pleasure. He lifted his head again and said, "I won't ever be able to get enough of ya." Despite the fact you and Yuma have been together so long, you felt a blush form on your cheeks and your body filled with warmth.
Yuma leaned down, pressing kiss after kiss on your breasts, trailing his tongue down your stomach. Reaching your core he flicked his tongue over your clit briefly. Your thighs jerked. He looked up at you and chuckled. "I can't get enough of your taste." "Taste me more, please." He grinned and obeyed, burying his face inside your thighs and began to eat you out. "Ohhhh...." you moaned, your legs already twitching at the delicious sensations his tongue gave you. "Mmm..." your legs jerked again and he held them down with his strong hands.
It felt amazing as his tongue stroked your folds expertly, loving every inch of you. He kissed the insides of your thigh and you giggled until he bit your flesh lightly and you yelled. He chuckled again. He pressed a kiss to your clit before circling his tongue with it. "Yuma!" You bucked your hips. "Fuck, I love your taste." "More." It was a demand, but your pleading tone took any force out of it. Nevertheless, Yuma complied with your wishes.
You felt yourself approaching release and you twisted and writhed on the bed, moaning as your body heated up and your sex pulsed. Normally you would've grabbed onto Yuma's hair, or maybe the bedsheets, but you were handcuffed to the bed and all you could do was thrash as your lover's tongue brought your closer to the edge. The inability to grab onto something was frustrating but it aroused you beyond words that you had to be entirely focused on the pleasure, with no way to alleviate your tension.
It built until you shattered, crying out. Yuma licked his lips. He kissed up your stomach and inserted one of his fingers. "Mm!" Yuma watched through half-lidded eyes as his finger pumped in and out of you. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet." You giggled, even as the pleasure increased in intensity. "Well, you certainly made sure of that." You teased and Yuma grinned, still eyeing your womanhood. "Trust me, you were wet for me on your own, Sow." Heat flushed your cheeks.
Yuma climbed over you, naked, strong and tall. You admired his abs, his eyes, his broad shoulders and your toes curled in delight. "You like what you see, huh?" He asked in a deep voice. "Yeah." You breathed out the same time he kissed you. He settled in between your legs on his knees.
With a wicked grin, he began to rub his length against you, close enough to your entrance, but never penetrating you. "Yuma!" You whined in complaint. The aching down there was almost unbearable, you needed him to fill you. This time Yuma didn't cooperate. He kept rocking his hips, so close to your entrance, ghosting over it but never actually inserting himself. "Yuma!" You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He exhaled, definitely aroused by that. "Not yet, Sow." "Don't you want to be inside me?" You tried, making a pleading face and arching your back, making sure the movement would move your breasts. Yuma's eyes raked over you.
He stretched out, never breaking eye contact, guided himself to your entrance and slowly pushed in. Your jaw dropped and you couldn't help but moan as he filled you up. Yuma, too, couldn't hide his pleasure. His eyes closed and he let out a sexy groan. He filled you to the brim and began to thrust slowly. "Uhhh...Yuma..." you moaned. "Fuck." He breathed out and moaned your name, before dipping his head down and kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, whimpering against his mouth, which made him smile against yours.
He sped up a little and got off his forearms, holding himself up with his hands, his muscles flexing beautifully. "Fuck, you feel so goddamn good around my dick." You moaned in response, again your twisting was futile, the handcuffs making sure your wrists stayed put. Yuma got on his knees and wrapped his hands around your breasts. He went harder and faster and you kept crying out in ecstasy. He growled, fangs glinting. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Take my cock inside you, Sow." Your legs fell open, now completely wide apart. And you bucked your hips to grind against him, loving as he rammed into you.
His shoulders tensed and his breathing quickened, you knew he was getting close, and so did he. He continued fondling your breasts with one hand and moved the other one down to flick your clit. The combination of his length pumping inside you and him circling your clit made you close to your release faster than normal. Yuma growled again before reaching releasing, cumming inside you and moaning loudly. You shattered as well. Yours lasted longer than his and his eyes closed as he enjoyed your walls clamping down on him. "Fuck..." he breathed out. "I love it when you cum on my dick." He caught his breath. "Feels so fuckin' good." He kissed you and you eagerly responded. He pulled out and stretched out next to you, wrapping in his arms and pressing a kiss to your neck. You smiled. "Yuma, didn't you forget something?" You nodded up to your arms. His gaze followed your nod. He looked back at you. "Nah."
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SHU + ALBAN & S/O WITH CHRONIC BODY PAIN
fluff + nsfw headcanons | tw: none :) fluffy fluff
Shu
— shu has some spells that soothe your pain, though they don’t get rid of it entirely and for that he feels slightly guilty.. you tell him you’re used to the constant aching of your body, but he still feels bad yknow? seeing you hurting makes him hurt too
— offers to give you massages whenever the pain is affecting you more than usual. his fingers must be magic too, because they always manage to soothe your aching limbs
— shu doesn’t want to make you feel incapable of doing things on your own, so he tends not to do anything special to help you unless you explicitly ask for it/are in danger of injuring yourself without his aid
— he 100% helps with lifting absolutely everything by the way. he may not look particularly buff, but shu is pretty strong despite this. more “sorcerer magics,” you guess
— he’s very goofy when he helps you move/walk around btw. shu knows how frustrating your disability is for you to navigate, so he tries his best to help lighten the mood whenever possible
— “oh, hey! did ya need help with anything? ah, your legs are giving you trouble again..? don’t worry, i have just the thing! i’ve been practicing enchanting this carpet to fly, and i was thinking-”
— ^ speaking of, he definitely makes puns about him being the mischievous, charming aladdin to your distressed yet gorgeous prince/princess/royalty whenever he can
— ^ (though perhaps he’s just trying to say that he thinks a magic carpet ride would be not only soothing for your aching limbs, but also a tad bit romantic… who knows?)
— on the topic of helping you shower/bathe, shu doesn’t really mind. he does blush up a storm all the while, but he absolutely does not attempt to push for anything sexual when he’s helping you get clean
— shu views bathing/showering as softer intimacy. when he washes your hair or rinses the soap suds from your body, he wants to see you relaxed and comfortable
— ^ to him, it’s priceless to see you for once being able to ignore the way your body is constantly hurting
— also goes out of his way to look for resources outside of the home for you. if physical therapy helps with your disability and you want to try it, he’s sure to point out some specific places that are available for it!
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— prefers to hold you in his lap, resting your back against his chest. it’s comfortable for you, and it’s close- close enough that if you have any pain spikes, shu can stop everything and take care of you properly
— he keeps his hands pressed firmly into your hips, his nails digging into the skin of your lower stomach ever so slightly
— ^ it’s never enough to cause any pain, but it’s always just the perfect amount of pressure to let you know that shu isn’t letting go anytime soon
— ^^ of course, this position also makes it very easy for shu to lift your hips and assist you with riding him.. (i say assist, but tbh he finds it rather hot when you simply allow him to control the way your body moves against him lmao)
— shu is one who has a body worship kink, though he’s not really vocal about it. instead, he tends to lavish your skin in loving kisses and bites; he’ll leave hickies on every part of you that he can reach, though he favors your stomach, hips, and your clavicle
— ^ seriously, he’ll leave hickies on your arms and legs too if you don’t tell him not to.. he has absolutely zero shame!
— ^^ words often fail him, so shu tries his best to show you just how deeply he adores every single part of you, body and mind, which is where the body worship comes in. your disability doesn’t make him love you any less, and he wants to make sure you’re aware of that
— will never get off on seeing you cry, even if it’s from pleasure. he just doesn’t like the sight of tears on your darling face :( even if they’re not tears of pain, he wouldn’t want to make you cry
— ^ in that same vein, shu will not try overstimulation with you. he worries that if he goes too far, you’ll end up getting hurt and not realizing it right away due to your senses being overloaded
— he does enjoy teasing you a bit, however. making you squirm and gasp as he kneads your hips/thighs under his fingers, whispering in your ear about how precious you are, getting so needy for him-
— “you look so breathtaking like this already.. i bet you could cum just from me touching you like this, right? haha, that would be really cute. would you let me do that to you, if i asked nicely..?”
Alban
— at first, alban is extremely concerned with the fact that your body is always hurting in some way. he doesn’t outright ask why that is until one day your legs are in so much pain you can’t even bear to move them
— “oh fuck- babe, it’s not usually this bad is it? should we go to the ER?”
— when you explain that this sort of pain is just a part of your daily life, he’s calmer, but still worried about you :(
— baby absolutely helps with anything you need. he doesn’t smother you, but he’s going to ask at least 5 times daily if you need assistance with anything
— whenever you need to go up/down the stairs and your legs are in particularly bad shape that day, alban will be there! usually he just holds your hand and guides you, making sure he’s positioned so that he can catch you if you stumble
— if you’re struggling to walk up/down the stairs very significantly, his hands are supporting your waist and back, one of your arms slung around his shoulders so he can carry most of your weight
— helping you bathe/shower was something that took a bit of getting used to; alban blushes very easily, so he may pass out the first few times… but he doesn’t give up! eventually, he’s able to help you without getting flustered
— i imagine that he tries to be calm and relaxed whilst helping you bathe, but sometimes he can’t help but go overboard when trying to comfort you and he ends up just absolutely drowning the bath in bubbles 😭
— also if you don’t mind him doing so, alban will give piggyback rides when your pain is making it difficult to move too much
— ^ doesn’t want to baby you or make you think he sees you as incapable, he just likes to be a bit silly with the ways that he helps you
— “huh? you don’t think you’ll be able to walk around much today..? don’t worry, your beloved alban knox is here to save the day!“ he proceeds to pick you up like a sack of potatoes lmao
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— due to his concern for your condition, alban prefers positions where you’re lying on your back or stomach. he’ll do whatever you want to do, but he’s most comfortable knowing that you’re not in a position that will hurt you
— alban’s so so sweet to you, he’s incredibly gentle not only when you’re having sex, but all the time. when you two are intimate it’s somehow so much more sweet though
— ^ his touches are featherlight, his voice soft and eyes shimmering with an almost reverential gaze and a blush traveling from the tips of his ears down to his chest
— refuses to pin you down or hold you in place during sex at all. your body is in constant pain as is, and he doesn’t even want to think about accidentally hurting you while he’s getting too lost in his own pleasure
— praise kink (giving.) he just wants you to know that he sees how much you struggle every day and he wants to reward you for being so strong
— ^ ahh imagine him like kneeling between your legs and looking up at you, his cheek pressed against your thigh as he tells you how absolutely perfect you are, how good you are for letting him take care of you <333
— ^ adding to that. he’s aware that you have a few insecurities due to your disability, and he tries his best to stomp out those feelings both during and outside of sex
— you are genuinely perfect to him, no matter what, and he tells you as much whilst his fingers stroke along every inch of sensitive skin he can reach
— “my love.. my perfect, wonderful, gorgeous angel. you are my most precious treasure; not even the most expensive items in the world could even begin to measure up to what you mean to me.”
— alban prefers to go slowly so as not to injure you, so a lot of the time sex with him can last for hours; he could spend the entire night on foreplay alone, honestly..
— the first time you two had sex was when alban began the whole praise and body worshipping thing. it was entirely for you, at first
— then along the way alban realized that he kind of got off on making you squirm with his adoring praises and barely-there touches
— he was kissing along your thighs and leaning up to nip at the jut of your hips, his voice low as he told you how gorgeous you looked while whining his name..
— didn’t realize he was grinding against the bed until he came in his boxers in under 15 minutes, burying his face against your thighs and choking on a gasp 💀
— poor boy was really embarrassed and almost cried.. you ended up having to comfort him until he was ready to try again
— ^ he didn’t disappoint of course, but he’s always slightly flustered whenever you bring up you two’s first time together :)
#x reader#fanfic x reader#nijisanji x reader#alban knox x reader#shu yamino x reader#nsft fanfic#x reader nsft#disabled reader#gender nuetral reader#no pronouns
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Reward (Tartaglia/Childe x Recruit! Reader)(NSFW)
A/N: This is my first smut fic! TBH I was a little shy about it, but I'm glad I wrote it. It was quite fun, and I will expand upon other characters soon. Also, reader has AFAB parts. Until then, enjoy getting spoiled by your Lord Tartaglia! ;)
Warnings: Oral, AFAB reader receiving, kinda shy and sensitive reader😈
The Harbinger legions. The most vied-for position, second only to the Harbingers themselves. You recall excitedly chatting along with your (at the time) fellow cadets over which one you'd like to be in, fantasizing about all the benefits that come with it.
"Can you imagine being in Lord Pantalone's team? The amount of cash I'd make would be enough to retire early!".
"I must train hard for Lord Capitano to notice me before graduation!".
Among the reasons this position is so desired is the unique rewards that come with its work. A huge salary and added prestige were the least of them. Exclusive parties, excursions throughout Teyvat, even the chance of becoming the next Harbinger. Of course, bonus points if you keep up the work ethic that got you into the legion in the first place.
Though now, you couldn't help but wonder whether all Harbingers summoned their recruits into their personal headquarters to reward upstanding deeds. Also whether any of them used the method Lord Tartaglia was using.
You were guessing not, as he coyly whispered: "Now, Y/N, I asked of you to keep quiet so I can keep going~".
"Yes, b-but!!".
Another wet shock stopped you. You weren't expecting the reward to have you so open and exposed to him, nor he between your legs, almost refusing to get out if it wasn't to tease you. His grip on your hips kept you in place as his tongue relentlessly licked up and down your sensitive slit.
To say your cheeks were on fire would be an understatement.
He chuckled at your expression, before moving to nip at your inner thigh. Your reflex almost made you squirm away.
"Ah, you've always been so cute, ever since the day I got you.".
You could never tell if the next was going to be a nip or a kiss. Either way, it didn't matter much; It still sent you into the haywire state he was enjoying so much. If you didn't know any better, you'd feel as if you weren't the only one being 'rewarded' here. So much for protecting your teammates from that Cryovishap.
"You should have seen your comrades when you all returned.".
Was he about to say something? You were hanging on to his words, until he licked at your clit while gripping your hips. Your Lord has never been one to relent on praise or scolding; He almost had the nub between his lips, going between sucking and licking. Any attempt to squirm away or relieve yourself of his sensory overload turned null. He wasn't going to let you off so easily, so all you could do was moan below a certain volume.
"Wha...? What d-did they s... Oh fuck!".
You couldn't handle it for much longer. It's not that it didn't feel nice. On the contrary, the pleasure was growing too strong and quick for you. Being with Lord Tartaglia taught you the importance of adapting fast, but this... This could defeat your already sensitive self. Yet despite the overload, something in you cried out for more from your handsome leader. He wasn't kidding he said he'd take good care of you upon joining.
"What did they say? Hehe, still persevering I see. That's why I picked you for the squad.".
You tried to look down without being too bashful. You were so wet, you could mess up his bedsheets. He didn't think much of it, instead lapping it up every now and then.
"They were all so scared when that Cryovishap attacked you It could have killed you all, but you... Our overachiever, you distracted it and took it on by yourself. All to protect them, right?".
He lowered his head again. Your pleasure had dissipated for a minute, then came back with a stronger vengeance.
"Aaaah~ yes, my Lord! I did it to protect them!".
Whatever little edging he wanted to keep going was over. He loved the idea of you being a protector, the way it motivated him to keep your pleasure going.
"Waaait! Wait, I-"
Between the sucking and kissing on your clit, his grib on your thighs and the switch to his strong licks, you just couldn't. Your endurance was trained for many things, but not this. You couldn't help clenching and shaking. Tingly bliss spread out into the nerves of your core, then your thighs.
You weren't sure whether to recoil away or dive into it, but in the end, you wanted more of this feeling. You opened your legs more and pushed your pussy into his face.
"Mmmmfh... Yes, good little recruit...".
It came out muffled, but the praise left you glowing. If only time could stop here... Your Lord praising you in all the ways he could was the little heaven you wanted to have eternally. With the way he dug his mouth further in, you wanted to feel like he thought so too.
Way sooner than you wanted, your orgasm faded, but you knew you were okay. Your deeds were much more worth than one. He knew it too after a minute of rest.
"You ready? Come back here. Good recruits deserve greater rewards, after all~".
The grip on your hip was even stronger than before. You weren't leaving for a while.
#childe x reader#genshin impact brainrot#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin nsft#nsft fanfic#childe x reader smut
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Just Friends
Dork squad (Jervis Tetch x Johnathan Crane x Edward Nygma)
Something to keep in mind when reading this is that these are actually my AU version's of the characters! Both John and Jervis and transmasc, and Jervis's physical appearance changes slightly when he's excited :3
Minors, turn away now!!!
CW, TW: anatomy mentions, passing mention of pregnancy (thinking of how one of the characters can't get pregnant), literally them having a threesome on the couch, pure filth ngl <3
Word count: 6,290 | layout completely inspired by @finniestoncrane (who also wanted to be tagged. Please ignore any spelling errors 😭😭)
I was sat on the couch, reading.
That was all I was doing.
Then when John came home, I hardly even gave him a passing glance. “Dr. Crane,” I said in acknowledgement of his presence, and then I went back to reading my book.
He stopped, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as he set his bag down and turned to me. The man hummed lowly, his Georgian accent audible even through noises.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Nygma,” He said.
I looked up at him over my glasses, his face a blurry mess of flesh, blinking eyes and dark hair.
He never spoke with me unless he needed or wanted something— or if he was in a good mood for some horrible reason or another.
“… how are you?” I asked, slightly hesitant.
Through the blur of my eyesight, I watched what I believed to be a wide, toothy grin slowly creeping into his expression. “I’m good,” He whispered, and with that he took a long step forward; now standing at the front of the couch.
I let out a slightly shaky breath as I set my book down, not looking away from him. “And why is that?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
“Where’s Tetch?” He asked.
“Your room,” I said. “Asleep,”
John nodded, and then stood still, staring at me.
I accidentally looked away, cursing myself as when I looked up he was already gone.
I heard the slide of his bedroom door opening, and I looked over. I caught the slightest glimpse of his hair and back, but he was gone before it could even register in my brain.
After that, I tried to focus again on my book, but the soft chatter of Jervis’s voice kept pulling me out of rhythm.
After a bit, the door opened again, and I heard the familiar click of Jervis’s shoes on the hardwood floor. I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to seem interested in whatever the hell was happening.
“Eddie,” I heard whispered in my ear, and I jumped slightly. It was Jervis, but I heard Johnathan let out a soft laugh in response to me being startled.
I turned to Jervis.
“What do you want now?” I asked.
“Oh—Oh! Well, I—“ He couldn’t even get the words out before he burst into a fit of giggles, his already pink cheeks turning an even deeper shade as he cartoonishly waved at his face, glancing away. His large teeth rested gently against his bottom lip, his tongue visibly swiveling against his sharp canines.
“The Crane can explain,” He said softly, trying to lean forward as his hand reached into his own hair, coiling a thick silver strand around one of his gloved fingers, his other hand resting against the arm of the couch.
I turned to John, who moved away just as I tried to look at him. He walked behind the couch, his large hand moving to my shoulder, and then lightly tracing downward.
I swallowed, shifting my weight as his warm breath slowly dripped down the shell of my ear. “Y’know…” John began, his voice low and husky. “Been a while since we last… “ He hand travelled lower, and then gently gripped on my belt, lightly pulling on it.
I tried and failed to suppress the shaky whimper that left my mouth, my face becoming warm with embarrassment. I shifted again, letting out a breath.
“Care to—Care to explain a bit more than that?” I said, attempting to look behind me. Before I could, his other hand gently rested against my other shoulder, moving down and tracing the buttons on my shirt.
He hummed, the sound low and vibrating through my body, sending chills down my spine. “Mmm, well, as Jervis so lovingly puts it… ‘played’,” John said, beginning to unbutton my shirt.
I closed my eyes, nodding. I knew what that meant.
They wanted to have sex.
It was a thing that had started a while ago.
I don’t remember really when it happened first, but somewhere around the time that I started living with Johnathan, Jervis came along and one thing led to the next and I guess we all somehow managed to become friends with benefits.
Mainly what would happen was that two of us would… the word is fuck, Eddie, just say it— do things, and one would watch. Usually that person would be Johnathan, as he enjoyed sitting in complete silence and making us unnerved— that or he’d praise and guide us the entire time.
“If you’d like, of course,” Jervis said, gently placing his hand on my arm, leaning closer. There was too much affection and attention now, and the tones of their voices were making me feel nearly ill with how, unfortunately, aroused I was getting.
I swallowed, nodding.
“O-okay, yeah, I-I uhm,” I let out, stopping as my breath caught in my throat as Jervis climbed on top of the couch, and began helping John with the buttons on my shirt.
“Over the hill, or here or there—“ Jervis began singing quietly. I leaned forward without thinking, and stopped him before he could start actually singing, placing a soft, gentle kiss on his lips before simply pulling away.
His eyes lit up as his face seemed to fall a bit, his body language stuck in what looked like the middle of an exaggerated conversation. He paused, his cheeks turning even darker, now a red, as he sat up straight, turning away. “Oh… Oh, my,” His voice, soft as ever, seemed strained and shaking.
I went to say something, I don’t know what, but he placed his gloved hands on my face. “Do it again,” He whispered.
I kissed his lips, this time a bit more roughly, and then pulled away again; my body getting covered in chills as I felt John’s breath on the back of my neck again. Jervis’s eyes shut, his hands flapping excitedly as he turned away, a nervous half-smirk cracking across his lips.
Before anything else could happen, John hummed.
“You two need to be separated at least once,” He whispered. “I should have him today, don’t you think?”
Jervis nodded, as did I.
He as in likely Jervis.
I leaned back, startled slightly by the warmth and movement of a chest behind me; I didn’t know that Johnathan had sat down.
I gasped as John’s hand slid up to my chest, pressing down and pulling me closer to him. “Now,” He whispered, voice low and gravelly. “Are you gonna be a good sex toy and let me use you for a while?”
I started trembling, nodding before I could even fully register what was happening. All the blood in my body rushed to a… certain piece of my anatomy, making me shift my weight in a thinly veiled attempt at covering it.
“Aww,” Jervis let out a soft laugh as he worked to undo my belt buckle. “Look how desperate he is now,”
My entire body felt warm as I looked away, embarrassed. I shouldn’t have enjoyed this as much as I was, my stomach doing flips as I heard Johnathan hum in agreement.
My heart skipped a couple beats as I felt John’s large hand travel up my chest and rest on my throat. “W-What uh, what’s— what are you going to uh—“
“I thought it was clear,” John whispered, voice nearly a growl in my ear. I shivered as my belt was removed from my pants’ loops; I heard as it landed on the floor with a soft clinking sound.
“I’ll explain now,” Jervis said softly, his eyelids looking heavy as he undid his own shirt. “I’m going to watch…”
John nodded, removing my shirt.
“While I fuck you,” He whispered, finishing Jervis’s sentence.
My face warmed up even more, and I began to nod without thinking about what I was doing. He hardly ever would be the one doing anything to me, usually watching or having sex with Jervis instead.
Something in my body ached for him, craving him desperately. The way he’d move his hips so harshly, so fast. The way he looked so calm, the way he held Jervis down by his hair as he practically drooled and cried from how good he was getting fucked, John praising and guiding him the entire time.
I started whining, the idea of being fucked so good that I’d start drooling made me feel nearly like fainting; I wanted it so badly now, and I couldn’t even focus on anything other than the memory of how much ecstasy Jervis always looked like he was in when John would…
“Please,” I whimpered involuntarily, and John let out a soft laugh.
“Please what?”
I shook my head, embarrassed that I had said anything. He hummed, nodding as his rough, callused fingers dragged down my chest. His fingernails were painted black, and my brain instantly began playing an image of his fingers buried inside of me, stretching me out, getting me ready for his—
One hand focused on my chest, his thumb rubbing circles around my left nipple, his other hand gliding down my exposed side, fingers hooking around the waistband of my pants.
“Hatter,” He said, looking up at Jervis (who I now noticed seemed to have either spaced out or was just very entertained by what was happening, as he was drooling).
“Yes?”
“Help me remove this,” He said. “Won’t you please, hon?”
Jervis nodded, reaching forward and pulling my slacks off from my hips. “He’s so excited…” He whispered, lightly touching my inner thigh.
I felt lightheaded and nearly dizzy, my heart slamming in my chest as I watched him, the silver streaks in his hair beginning to fade to a soft purple. I glanced up, attempting to look at John.
My glasses were removed before I could, being set on the coffee table and out of my reach as my vision blurred. All I could really make out on John’s face were his eyes and the dark scars on his face.
Before I could really say anything about it, John hummed, and I watched the dark shape of his mouth move as he spoke: “You wanna do this out here? Now, we cou’d always go int’a the bedroom, honey, if you’d like,”
His accent was so thick, it always got like that when he was excited about something. I couldn’t really imagine him being excited to do something like this, but maybe he was.
“We can stay out here,” I whispered, unable to fathom the idea of having to wait any longer than I’d have to already.
He nodded, humming.
“Can— uh, can we pl-please—?” I stammered out, involuntarily bucking my hips up a bit.
John chuckled, his hand— God his hands were so big. They were so wide and his fingers were long and— his hand moved to the waistband of my boxers, his thumb hooking underneath and snapping the elastic material against my flesh, making me jump slightly.
“Ain’t’cha jus’ so eager?” He asked, low and steady.
I was painfully erect, my member twitching in my underwear every time John said anything or moved at all, and what he said was making it worse.
I nodded, the shame leaving my body when I felt gloved fingers pulling at my underwear, pulling it off of my body. I looked back at Jervis, who was the one who had removed it, as he set it on the floor and began to undo his own pants.
“Aww,” John whispered in my ear, one hand resting a my waist, teasing me. “You’re pathetic, y’know that?” He asked, turning his head and biting lightly on my neck. I whimpered as I felt him sucking at my flesh, my exposed member twitching and leaking at the feeling.
“J-John~,” I let out, practically shaking with how badly I wanted anything at this point. Any sort of pleasure, literally any sort of touch.
He nipped at my neck sharply before pulling away, his hands sliding down my thighs and moving under them, pulling me up onto his lap.
“Jervi,” I heard, and I watched as Jervis looked up from what he was doing.
“Hm?”
“Could you go get the lubricant? I left it in the bedroom,” John said, to which Jervis nodded and left to get it.
The moment he left the room, John’s hand went to my throat, gripping tightly as he pushed my chin up so I was forced to look at him. I gulped as his eye came into focus.
“Look at me, sweetie— that’s it… now, we’re gonna have a safe word, okay? I get real rough, even if I don’t intend to do so, okay?” He asked, and I nodded.
“Good boy,” He praised, and my mouth felt dry. “Now, ‘aphorism’ is the word, okay?” He said, and I nodded.
His hand gently went to my hair and he began to pet me. “Such a good boy, ain’t you?”
I couldn’t even say anything. I felt like my brain had melted, the praise getting to me too quickly.
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“You haven’t hurt him, I trust?” I heard, and Jervis sat back down on the couch, handing John the bottle of lube.
“He’s fine,” John answered, taking the bottle. “Thank you, hon,”
Jervis giggled slightly, letting out a hum, as he looked down at me. “Aren’t you so pretty,” He said, to which my heart rate skyrocketed.
Jervis leaned forward, the soft fabric of his gloves on my chest as he kissed me again. I reached up and lightly grabbed his face, pulling him in a bit more.
“My heart, never depart, if you turn out to be untrue, your flesh will be left sickly pale and blue—“
I ignored him, my hand travelling absently downward, resting on his chest. I felt how quickly his heart beat, thinking distantly about how it felt maybe a bit too fast for a human.
I kissed him again, and he pulled back slightly, smiling crookedly as his teeth dug in his bottom lip. “I had such a curious dream; it started just like this… Please,” He began in a whisper as I looked him over again, watching as his hair seemed to coil too much like a spiral. “Please kiss me yet again,”
His eyes didn’t seem too brown anymore…
“Jerv—“ I began, but my hair was suddenly yanked, my entire body being pulled back as I gasped, feeling the burning of the stretch from one of Johnathan’s fingers inside of me.
I began to whimper, the suddenness of the feeling made it hurt a bit more than I was used to.
“J-John!” I yelped, turning back to face him as his grip in my hair loosened. He buried his face into my neck, and began to gently kiss where he’d bitten previously.
“M’sorry,” He said. “Just got a bit jealous from you an’ Jerv,”
My entire body flushed, which Jervis noticed and giggled in reaction, running his hands down my stomach, the smooth glide of fabric making me feel lightheaded.
I whined as John’s fingers worked me open, him adding a second one not too long after; my arms trembling as I moved my hand to my mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to leave me.
As I did, Jervis reached up and pulled my hand down, tutting. “No, no,” He smiled. “No, you must make noise, pretty, otherwise we won’t enjoy it,”
I looked away, face practically engulfed in flames with how warm I felt. “O-Oh…” I let out softly.
Jervis leaned back on the arm of the couch, completely removing his shirt. I let out a moan as John’s fingers found a rhythm, hitting an all-too-sensitive part inside me which made my body tremble.
“You’re doing so well, honey,” John said, his accent heavy and his voice a soft growl in my ear. Chill after chill rushed through me as I whimpered, biting my lower lip to keep from getting too loud.
Jervis’s gaze followed John’s fingers as I started to relax myself a bit, pleasure flooding my body and making my limbs feel weak.
“John,” I let out, unable to really think of anything else.
He hummed into my ear. “Yes, sweetheart?” He asked.
“Mh, feels… mmn feels so—“ I let out a whine. “G-good…”
My eyes fell on Jervis as he moved his hands behind his back, unclasping his bra and taking it off, setting it to the ground.
I looked away, my mind going to slightly different territory as his body reminded me so much of…
I whimpered, letting out a moan as I realised I’d been holding my breath. “Ple-ase,” I let out, broken and breathy.
“Please what?”
“More—“ I started, hardly getting it out before a third finger was pushed in, stretching me out a bit more; a slight burn flowing through my lower half.
I gasped, grinding down onto his lubricated fingers involuntarily. “F-Fuck!” I moaned as he worked them in and out, getting my body used to the stretch, used to the pleasure. He was so rough with them, moving so softly at first to get me used to it, and then faster and harder, making my brain spin. His fingers were so long, so big that it felt like I was being torn apart in a way that made me dizzy with pleasure.
I watched Jervis as he removed one of his gloves with his mouth, moving the now nude hand down the front of his loosened pants.
I began to pant, pleasure engulfing my entire body as I whimpered, leaning against John’s chest.
“Good,” He whispered. “Good boy,”
“Ohh,” I let out, my back arching slightly. “Fuck… it’s so good, it’s so good,” I moaned, grinding down a bit more.
John’s voice echoed in my ear. “Doin’ so well for us,” He whispered, his fingers sliding in and out of me, making me feel so full and stretched out.
Tears threatened to leave my eyes as he suddenly removed his fingers from me. “W-Wait, I—“ I started in protest, but I was quickly shushed as John moved away from me, lowering his pants.
I started practically drooling the moment he did, the blurry sight of black straps and glinting silver metal resting tightly around his white boxers, around his hips made me feel nearly faint.
I looked away as I heard him unzip and unbutton his black jeans. The sound of his keys jingling sharply against each other as he lowered his pants, the karabiner clacking against the small plastic light up pumpkin charm he had attached to it.
The warmth of his body returned with the sound of him uncapping the lubricant bottle. He sat back down on the couch, a rough, heavy hand pushing me forward to expose myself more.
I was able to get a better look at Jervis now, one hand in his pants as he masturbated to the sight of us, the other now cupped around my face lovingly, petting me as he muttered things I couldn’t quite understand under his breath.
“It’ll feel so good,” He leaned in, whispering. My face felt so warm, and the coolness of his glove didn’t make it any better. “You’re so, so, good,”
I whimpered softly, kissing him back as his lips met mine, his teeth pressing hard against my lips. “Mh, Jervis, I—“ I was stopped by the feeling of being stretched out a bit more than I was used to yet, a sharp burning pain coming from my lower half.
“Ah!” I let out, my arms becoming too weak to hold me up, so I accidentally collapsed onto Jervis, my head resting against his stomach. With his gloved hand, I felt him petting my hair; he began to coo soft words of comfort and praise as I felt the warmth and roughness of John’s hands on my hips.
The pain paused for a bit, slowly fading into slight discomfort as neither of us moved; John softly massaging my lower back up to my shoulder blades. “Will it be alright for me to move?” He asked, my poor, leaking member painfully pressed between my stomach and the slightly rough texture of the couch’s cushions. I nodded, shifting my hips a bit, trying to hold myself up again.
“Yeah,” I said, voice a lot more breathy than I would’ve liked. “You can start moving,”
He hummed something in acknowledgment and pushed in a bit more, my breath catching in my throat as I closed my eyes.
“That’s it…” I heard, but I honestly couldn’t even tell who had said it anymore. “You take it so well,”
My resolve broke and I fell again, this time being caught by Jervis, his hands pressed against my shoulders as he led me up, looking at me with a soft smile on his face. His right eye was blue…
Before I could focus on him any more, my body tensed up, a moan leaving my lips as Jervis let me fall a bit, him cradling me in a tight hold. He smelled like a bag of marshmallows, sweet and warm.
John finally bottomed out inside me, my body trembling as I felt the smooth fabric of his black button-up shirt and the warmth of his stomach on my back as I heard him kissing Jervis.
“You take such good care of him— our toy,” John muttered above me, and I heard Jervis let out a soft laugh.
I closed my eyes, my stomach fluttering as a soft anger replaced the arousal that usually followed being completely objectified like that. “I’m not your toy, Scarecrow—“ I snapped, but my hair was roughly coiled around a hand and I was pulled painfully away from Jervis’s hold, now sitting completely upright in John’s lap, on his—
“Oh, is that right?” John began, the painted nails of his other hand digging into the flesh of my hip. He let go of my hair, his other hand sliding to grab at my hip as well. He slowly lifted me about two inches, letting me drop sharply back down on his strap.
“Fuck~!” I moaned, leaning back against his chest, my member red and twitching. “Pl-Please, I—“
I suddenly became very aware that Jervis was watching us, and I felt my stomach and chest getting warm with the blush that covered me in embarrassment.
I said nothing, looking away.
“Oh, he’s embarrassed,” Jervis said suddenly, and I opened my eyes to see him closer, his gloved hand lightly tracing my chest.
“I’m not embarrassed,” I hissed, not wanting to seem weak. “I just—“
“Shh,” Jervis hushed me, his hand traveling lower, resting on my lower stomach. “You don’t have to worry…”
“I— Ah~! F-Fuck,” I gasped, my body being slowly moved up and down, the thick head of John’s strap slamming slowly inside me, hitting the area just below my prostate. “John, Goddamn it~!” I moaned, closing my eyes tightly.
Jervis hushed me again. “Eddie,” He called, drawn out and in a whisper. “Look at me…”
I opened my eyes again, trying to focus on him.
The feeling of soft fabric dragging up and down on my stomach, over and over and over, the way his eyes didn’t look entirely normal anymore. “It feels so good, doesn’t it, pet?” He asked.
I moved to say something, but I couldn’t.
I let out a whimper, nodding. Jervis seemed pleased, moving back and going back to what he was doing before I fell on him— He was fucking himself, Ed, just thinking the word isn’t the end of the goddamn world!
“John, please,” I gasped, feeling him lean back against the arm of the couch, getting more relaxed as he pulled me with him. My heart slammed against my ribcage as his hands dragged down my chest to my stomach.
“Well, since you ain’t a toy, you can get yourself off, can’tcha?” He asked, his hands resting once more on my hips. I scoffed in an attempt to seem like it’d be easy. I moved my hips slightly, my legs weak already.
I let out a soft moan, sliding back down.
I paused, knowing this wouldn’t do anything for me without his help. “John…”
I could feel how smug he looked.
“Yeah, hon?”
“I…” My stomach boiled with anger. I couldn't do something. I would rather die than admit it. I attempted again, the feeling of him inside me hardly doing anything for pleasure.
I felt like crying as I covered my face with my hands. “I can’t,” I said. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
He lifted me slightly, my back pressed against his chest as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Mhm,” He hummed lowly, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside, quickly setting a pace that made my stomach flip.
“Oh— fuck!” I gasped, reaching back slightly and gripping his hair, pulling a bit. “Fuck, yeah, yeah,” I nodded, panting as he held me in place, my entire body covered in chills from how good it felt now.
It nearly burned, fading quickly away into overwhelming pleasure that made my eyes water.
“Please, ple-ase, ple—!” I whimpered, my sounds devolving into high pitched whines that sounded more like a dog than anything.
I felt myself clenching around him, the pleasure nearly too much to bear, my entire body feeling weak as he slammed inside me over and over and over.
“It—“ I began, but stopped as I nearly blacked out, feeling him finally start hitting that spot inside me, my stomach coiling at the feeling. “Ah-! Fuck, please~!” I begged, shaking.
He suddenly stopped.
“Please what?” He asked, and I could hear the smile on his lips.
“No, no, no, please keep going, please, please,” I whined, grinding down as much as I could. Tears leaked from my eyes, whimpers leaving my chest as I scrambled behind me, scratching at his side.
He only laughed a bit, pulling out and then slamming back inside, making me let out a yelp as I trembled. “You take me so well,” He whispered, his warm breath cascading down my neck. “Look at that,” He continued. “What a good little toy, needing my help; so easily taking the whole thing,”
I whined, bucking my hips as I let out a strangled sounding moan. “Please,” I begged. “More, please,”
My legs started shaking, weak as he held them open. “Please,” I said, whining. “It’s so—“
He set a more rough pace, slamming into me again, more brutal this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuc—k,” I moaned, breathing shakily.
“Are you getting close?” I heard, to which I shook my head.
“N-No,” I let out in a gasp. “Pl-please, please keep going, please,” I begged, voice breaking.
“Oh, good,” He said, to which I finally registered it being Jervis who was speaking. “Can I play with him yet?”
I let out a loud whimper and my prostate was slammed into again, my heart fluttering with my stomach. “S’good,” I moaned. “So good, so go-od,”
He paused, buried deep inside me as he slightly moved me forward, sitting up a bit more. “Wh—“ I began, but he started moving inside me again, so my brain stopped working.
I felt the smooth glide of fabric on my face, and I looked up. Jervis kissed me again, and I roughly gripped onto the cushion beneath him as I kissed back. “You can take it, can’t you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as his hand travelled down.
“Take wh—?” I began, but it felt like all the air in my lungs was knocked out of me as I felt him, his soft hand wrapped around my aching member. He lightly began stroking me as I whimpered, John still abusing my insides, too much pleasure, too much—
“Fuck!” I yelled, which turned into a string of soft whimpers as my limbs trembled, struggling to hold me up. I felt like I was going to die, my heart slamming in my chest as my stomach turned, my head completely empty other than the thoughts of how good I felt.
Jervis pressed kisses onto my lips.
“You feel so good, don’t you? It feels amazing, right?” He said, petting my hair as he continued to stroke my previously completely neglected cock.
I nodded, letting out a whine into his lips.
He shifted, letting me go for a moment as he relaxed, lowering himself on the arm of the couch a bit before—
I gasped, my hands losing their grip on the cushions as he adjusted himself, sliding my member inside of him; tight, wet warmth clamping down around me.
He let out a soft whimper as he took my full length, John pausing for a moment to give me a little bit more stability over my senses. I held onto Jervis’s hips as I shook, letting out breathy whimpers. He was so warm.
When I first had sex with him, I hardly lasted three minutes; his—his— His cunt,— felt so fucking good wrapped so tightly around me. I’d never felt something like that before him, and I felt like a teenager, the pleasure completely consuming me to the point that it nearly hurt to not chase that amazing feeling.
My hips twitched, thrusting deeper into him nearly involuntarily. We both moaned, and I could feel myself leaking inside him.
John began to slowly move again, Jervis fucked himself back onto me, and my brain stopped functioning.
“You feel so good,” Jervis whined, and I could hear ringing in one of my ears as I panted, John hitting another sensitive spot inside me, my stomach turning.
“Fuck,” I cried, tears leaking from my eyes as my legs trembled. John started moving faster again, lightly swatting at my thighs.
“Are you just gonna make him pleasure himself?” John asked in my ear, voice so calm and smooth. All I could do was shake my head, attempting to thrust inside Jervis again. The drag of my shaft against the tight walls of his insides, burying the head deeper, the wetness making a soft, lewd sound as he leaked onto the couch, a small dark patch forming now.
I started drooling, the head of John’s strap grinding heavily against my prostate, chill after chill running up my spine. Tears fell from my eyes as I whimpered.
“Fuck, please,” I begged, shaking. I sounded pathetic, voice high pitched and trembling, weak and raspy. “Please, please, have— have mercy, please,”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum,” John hissed in my ear. “You wouldn’t disappoint us like that, now would you, Eddie?”
Jervis whined, echoing his sentiment as he seemed to literally be melting underneath me, his face and body becoming more and more warm, his right eye turning into a colourful spiral as his hair twisted and shifted around as if it were alive.
“D-Don’t,” He moaned out, slamming his hips down, my entire length fully sheathed inside him. He let out a loud whimper, arching his back as he panted. “Don’t cum yet, don’t— not yet, not— ahh~!”
I felt myself twitching inside him as I looked away, trying so desperately to ignore the coil in my stomach that became more and more loose as they used my body for their pleasure.
I couldn’t think about it, I couldn’t focus on how fucking good it felt. How amazing it felt— how tight Jervis was, how warm and wet and tight, god his cunt was so tight, it always was, so good, so, so good. He clenched around my cock like he never wanted to let go, sucking me in, making it nearly difficult to pull out. He always begged me to finish inside him, and if I didn’t, he’d be in a bad, snippy mood for the rest of the day.
The moment they (both him and John) knew I didn’t have anything wrong, I was fucking him raw and filling him with my cum.
He couldn’t get pregnant, he’d gotten that taken care of years before he even became who he was now, so there really wasn’t a reason not to.
I heard Jervis let out a breathy moan, leading it into a soft whine of his words; “Mine,” He whispered. “All mine,” As I felt his lips begin to travel down my neck, his large teeth dragging against the flesh that began to become bruised as he marked my collarbone with hickeys.
I had to ignore it, ignore how good it felt.
Ignore how brutally I was getting fucked by Johnathan. Ignore how thick and long he was, how heavily he would slam inside of me, how quickly the burn of pain when he’d hit my thighs would fade into unbearable pleasure, how precise he was with his movements, how fast he went—
I couldn’t think of how good it felt, I couldn’t think about how badly I’d been needing him to do this to me. How I’d been fantasising about it, how late at night I’d imagine him sneaking into my room, I’d imagine him kissing my neck and pinning me down, asking if I wanted him, asking if I wanted him to make me cum. I’d imagine him fucking my brains out, him making my entire body shake.
Sometimes I would fight with him, tell him he wasn’t good at something, anything to get him to hate-fuck me so good I couldn’t walk the next day. It never worked, he never pushed me down by my hair, teasing and toying with my body until finally abusing me, hitting me, hurting me while making me drool with how good my body would feel.
And now he was finally doing it, fucking me senseless, making it difficult to think, to function. Finally making my body his, and I couldn’t think about it, I had to think of anything other than how good it felt.
“C-Can’t,” I let out, panting. “Can’t,”
He slammed deep inside, grinding his hips on mine.
“Can’t…?” He asked, leaning forward and pressing a bite to my shoulder, his lips meeting Jervis’s as they began to kiss.
Jervis whined, pulling away and grabbing at my hair as he used me like a sex toy, fucking himself deeper than I thought he could, causing both of us to let out moans in response.
I was crying by this point, my orgasm approaching so quickly. I was drooling over the way Jervis felt and sounded and looked, my cock painfully hard and twitching inside of him, leaking pre deep into him.
He kept bucking his hips, the spiral in his eye moving faster than before, faster than I could focus on. “Eddie,” Jervis moaned, making it even more impossible to not focus on him. “Ed—Ed it feels so good, you make me feel so, so good,” He cried.
I whined, barely holding myself together.
I panted as I looked away, trying desperately to think of anything else, anything but how warm he was.
“Not gonna— not gonna,” I gasped, tears leaving my eyes. “L-Last, not gonna last, not— gonna, g-gonna cum,”
“Not yet, hon,” John said, pulling my hair lightly. “You can last a little longer,”
“C-Ca-an’t!” I sobbed out, drooling as he grinded against my prostate. “Can’t, can’t, can’t,” I panted.
Jervis moaned, biting my neck hard as I felt his walls clenching down around me. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as I felt what I can only describe as god inside him, a spot that made me forget how badly I wanted to please the both of them, how badly I wanted to not disappoint them, how much longer I wanted to last— I grabbed a tighter hold of his hips, moving him up and down on my cock, hitting that spot over, and over, and over.
John held me up, slamming into me as I babbled incoherent nonsense about how good I felt, how good Jervis’s cunt felt, how amazing John’s cock was inside me.
“C-Cumming, cumming,” I sobbed, Jervis drooling underneath me, making that “uh, uh, uh,” noise that always made me feel dizzy.
“In—Inside, please~!” Jervis begged, holding my arm.
I let out a soft cry, collapsing on top of him as I finally let myself go; grinding myself deeper as the whole world spun, wave after wave of euphoria washing through my body as my orgasm spilled over, filling him. “Fuck,” I gasped, feeling John slide out of me. I panted, trembling as I lay on Jervis.
“You both did so well,” John whispered, petting my hair as he leaned forward, kissing Jervis on the cheek. I weakly turned to him, and John kissed my lips, smiling slightly.
I kissed back before he pulled away, my entire body warm and covered in sweat.
I sighed, attempting to move once I finally got my heart rate back to normal.
Jervis’s legs were wrapped around my hips, holding me in place. “J-Jervis,” I said, a soft laugh leaving my lips as he began kissing me, petting my hair.
“So good,” He praised, making me roll my eyes.
“Jervis I have to— to get off of you,” I laughed.
He reluctantly nodded, untangling himself from me as we both pulled away. He pressed another kiss to my cheek as we did so.
I leaned back, trying to catch my breath.
“You felt amazing,” I said, directed to both of them.
John hummed, nodding.
“You both did very well,” His voice was back to normal, his accent still there but not as prominent. “You should both be proud a’yourselves and also go shower— I’m gonna go wash this,” He said, leaving before I could get a good look at him.
I sighed, looking over at Jervis.
He was snoring.
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please can you do evan x gn!reader hcs??? literally just how you think evan would be in a relationship I'm so desperate for emh content 😭😭😭
Ofc!! I love Evan <33
I really think Evan would be an epic boyfriend(im bias)
So would make you breakfast in bed on important days. Or just for fun. Definitely ends up almost burning the house down a few times.
Goes all out for valentines day in his own way. He thinks strawberries are the most romantic of fruits, so that's definitely part of the theme.
He knows nothing but 100% effort when it comes to your relationship. He is cooking he is cleaning he is Mr. Nurse when you’re sick. He is THE malewife. Pink frilly apron and all.
There has not been a single instance where going outside of the house didn’t involve PDA. he is all over you at all times. Holding your hand, arm around your waist or your shoulder, a good solid kiss, doesn't matter.
I’d say he kinda gets jealous, but he’s definitely not insecure. He knows who gets you at the end of the day, and whose bed you sleep in, he’s just worried others don't. So naturally, he just has to swoop in anytime someone gets a little too close. He always saves the day with an arm around the waist and an aggressive glare. Maybe even a particularly prolonged kiss just to seal the deal.
LOVES long hugs. Absolutely adores those really tight bear hugs where you can’t really breathe for a second after.
Cuddles very violently. He’s always big spoon, and he usually has you in a very loving headlock. He feels very secure that way. Like a human neck brace while you're watching TV.
Sneaks up behind you while you're doing something and wraps his arms around your waist and just. leans. Very nice very sweet 10/10.
He’s a strong man, absolutely loves manhandling you. He thinks its cute that he can just kinda toss you around a bit. Lovingly.
Definitely the kind of guy to try to make you laugh when you're upset. If you’re sulking after a petty argument or something like that, he’ll stand around casually and surprise tickle attack you when you least expect it. At Least he thinks its un expected.
I hope this was at least some of what you hoped it’d be! I kinda sorta rushed it, but i think i covered most bases. Feel free to re request though!
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Hedonistic
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Trans Male Character, FTM Yoon Jeonghan, Trans Yoon Jeonghan, Bottom Yoon Jeonghan, Top HHU, Alternate Universe - College/University, College, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - Fraternity, frat boys hhu, Glory Hole, Platonic Sex, Casual Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Objectification, heavy objectification, Degradation, degradation kink, Praise Kink, Barebacking, au where STDs dont exist, Rough Sex, Gangbang, Fivesome - M/M/M/M/M, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Age Difference, Aged-Down Character(s), Aged-Up Character(s), Riding, Missionary Position, Doggy Style, Double Penetration, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Come Sharing, Snowballing, Hair-pulling, Aftercare, Begging, spit
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All to yourself - Ticci Toby x Fem! Reader
Content warnings: NSFW (mature content ahead), reader is AFAB, very vanilla (might write something more kinky later), sub Toby, blowjobs, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, slight praise kink— enjoy ;)
I originally wrote this a while ago. There might be some grammatical and formating errors. If I catch any issues, I'll try to fix them. I don't write a whole lot of smut, so I hope this isn't too bad!
Finally, you have the house to yourself and you couldn't be happier. Sitting comfy on the couch in your living room, you switch on the TV and put on your favorite show. You shouldn't get too comfortable however, as you know you won't be home alone for long. You hear a knock at your door. You're always told not to open the door to any strangers, but this person— this man, is no stranger to you. You sit up from the couch and walk over to the front door. A chill of excitement runs down your spine and down to your core. You open the door and you're met with a tired, but equally excited man at your door. He's of a rather tall and lanky frame, hunching over slightly to look at you. Brown messy hair covers his hazel eyes and he smells of the outdoors, cheap soap, and a hint of lavender. While such an odor would otherwise be unpleasant, when it's attached to him, it's actually quite nice. It suits him and he isn't unclean. He was still wearing his mask that protected his mouth, but his goggles were nowhere to be seen. He must've forgotten them at the mansion again.
"Toby," you jump up and give him a hug. "I didn't think you'd actually come here!"
"Why wouldn't I?" He stutters slightly as he speaks.
You let him into your home. You're definitely breaking some rules here, but you could care less right now. Before Toby could ask you what you were watching, you turn off the TV. You grab him by the sleeve of his hoodie and drag him to your room. He's just as excited as you are, but just surprised at how fast everything seemed to be moving. He's still not used to the idea of anyone being attracted to him, let alone wanting to sleep with him. You stripped down to only your panties and Toby managed to get his hoodie and shirt off. You pinned him to your bed, his mask was already pulled down. He couldn't remember where he placed them or cared. He looked at you very surprised and his face flushed.
"I'm sorry," you look down lovingly at him. "Is this okay?"
He's frozen for a little bit. You won't do anything until he says so.
"Y-yeah, it's okay," this was more than okay to him. "I love you and um, please keep going."
You lean down, your lips not even an inch away from a kiss.
"Are you sure?" You whisper.
"Yeah," Toby nods slightly.
With that, you both kiss. You let your hands travel down to his chest. He wasn't quite sure what to do with hands so he rested them on your sides. As the kiss deepened, you grinded on the growing bulge in his pants. It's no surprise to you that he's already worked up, as his grip on your hips tighten, kissing sloppily. You break the kiss between you two. You both needed to breathe, after all. You look at him, and he opens his eyes slightly, his lips are puffy and he gives you a lopsided smile. You smile back at him. You move one of your arms under his shirt and run your hand around his chest. He moans at the feeling of your cold hands run down his flat chest then down his tummy. He feels you tug at his jeans. The bulge in his pants was very obvious at this point. You look up at him and he nods, breathless. You move off of him to unbutton and unzip his jeans, still laying beside him. You pull them down quickly along with his boxers. His cock was very much in need of attention, bright red at the tip. It looked almost painful. He couldn't feel any pain, right? You noticed he looked at you nervously, then hiding his eyes with the back of his arm once you noticed. You gave him a slight smile and giggled.
"You're perfect, Toby," you kiss his cheek and begin to stroke his needy cock slowly. "is this okay, honey?"
He felt warm at that pet name. It felt so good, better than his own hands.
"Yes, please go faster," his hips thrusted slightly with the movement of your hands. You do as he asks, upping the pace a bit. He feels his stomach start to tighten. He's going to cum, as so quickly too. Just when he's about to, you stop.
"Why'd you- you- stop??" He cries.
You move down to the floor, on your knees, right in between his legs, and you look his right in the eye.
You take his cock in your hand, give it a kiss, before taking it into your mouth. He closes his eyes tightly, the warm and wet feeling is foreign to him but euphoric at the same time. Your pussy throbs at his excitement, and you slowly take more of him into your mouth. What you couldn't take into your mouth, you stroked with your hand. He wasn't huge by any means. A bit thick, and slightly above average maybe, but you just didn't want to choke. Not yet, anyway. He was about to (again) cum very quickly, but he tried to hold out a little bit. It was all very much for him. You sucked along the side of his cock, drool running down to his balls. You kiss along a very prominent vein and that's what does it for him. He moans, what sounds more like a stifled whine, and shoots a hot load all over your face. His whole body shakes afterwards and all he could see was white as he closed his eyes tight.
"You did very good, sweetheart," you wipe off his cum with your hands, then licking them "are you up for another round?"
You stand up from the floor and lay back on the bed beside him. You brush the hair out of his face, most of it sticking to his forehead from sweat. He looks at you with bright eyes.
"I-I need to do something for y-you," he stutters, feeling a little embarrassed "You did- did- all the work."
"You don't have to-"
Before you could say anything else, he flips himself on top of you, your legs on his shoulders. Oh. And he's hard again.
"I wanna do this with- with- you," He's still trembling slightly, gripping your thighs "If it's okay."
"Yes. Please."
He looks down at his uh…
"Do I have to-"
"I'm on birth control."
That was all he needed. However, he wasn't going to the main event just yet. He ran his hand on your clit and down your folds. You groan a little. He looks at his hand, seeing that you're already very wet. He feels very warm again. He slowly inserts one of his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit gently. You clearly like this, giving a soft "Tobyyy" as he does so. He starts to curl his finger inside too, eliciting a moan from you. He inserted a second finger in, repeating his same motions from before, only this time a bit faster. You moan again, your pussy clenching his two fingers massaging your g-spot. His thumb is still rubbing circles on your clit. God, he was a natural. And it felt amazing. You might just come undone right now.
He inserts a third finger, at this point he's pistoning his long fingers inside you.
"Does that feel good?"
All you could do was moan and cry in response. He lowered his face to yours, admiring your fucked out expression.
He had the widest smile on his face. You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and a pressure in your lower stomach. But before you could reach an orgasm, he stopped. Well, guess you did deserve that after what you did to him. But before you could protest, the emptiness in your hole was filled once again by something thicker than his fingers. Your walls clench on his cock. It was much more filling than his fingers, but it didn't hurt as much as it could have, luckily.
"You're tight- tight," he starts to move at a slow pace "Does this hurt?"
"It's fine… ahh-"
He grips your thighs as he continues to ease into your tight hole. Pushing himself till it was all inside and out then back in again. Each thrust began to get firmer and faster as he found a steady rhythm. You brought your hand down to rub at your clit and the feeling intensified. Your moans grew louder. You felt like you could cry.
"Oh god Toby, you're making me feel so good ah-," you cry out. "Please go harder, baby!"
He groans as he starts to thrust even harder. He takes his hands off your thighs and runs his hands over your chest. He looks down at you lovingly with his eyes half lidded. Bits of his hair stick to his face from sweat.
"S-so warm," Toby leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as if someone would try to pull you away. His breathing starts to get more erratic, as well as his thrusts. His moans were getting louder, more breathy and whiny. He was probably going to cum soon. He bites your neck unexpectedly while thrusting at a particular angle. A small scream came out of you.
"Please keep going, baby," you cry as he continues to pound into you at that perfect angle "keep fucking me!"
"I-I think I'm gonna cum soon," you feel him breathe on your neck.
"Me too!"
All you can hear is Toby's hard breathing, skin slapping on skin, and the squelching from your cunt.
Just a few rough circles around your clit and you tightened around him. You nearly screamed as your orgasm cascaded on you in giant waves. Toby moaned breathlessly in your ear. Deep inside you, he cums.
You're both breathing very heavily, still recovering from such strong orgasms. He relaxes, and pulls out of you slowly. Cum oozes out of your abused hole and he can't help but stare. You're nearly asleep as he takes your legs from off his shoulders and flops beside you. You lean into his warm body. You're both very sweaty, but much too tired to care.
"You did a good job Toby."
He gives a tired, lopsided smile.
"You- you did good too," he whispered "I love you."
"I love you too."
In your sluggish state, you could hear the sound of the front door open.
Shit. Your parents are home.
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I am inspired.
Related, I've produced this line:
"Why would you be so fucking rude as to deny me access to your delicious asshole by having the audacity to need to shit through it?"
Source is https://twitter.com/xenopavilia/status/1549847864217456640?s=20&t=wkFvw1q4k5QG1aU7nK1V9g
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Pervert König part 2; he's just constantly trying to get away with staring and touching y/n, to the point where they try to have a quickie on a mission that almost goes wrong? Just an idea-
How kinky can he get?…
König x reader
Requested
Part 1, Part 2
After your little fiasco, he can’t help but try and get his hands on you any chance he gets… it nearly goes badly.
Reader uses callsign blue because I couldn’t think of anything else… I’m writing this at 2:37am where I am, cut me some slack
König has been relentless since you invited him to your room. Wondering hands and eyes becoming ceaseless when he thinks no one is looking. It doesn’t help that you’ve been left alone together, isolated on the roof of a building.
“How copy Blue?” Price’s voice calls through your comms, forcing you to remove one hand from the sniper rifle to answer. It unsteadies the gun slightly, but you manage.
“All clear up here Captain. Target not yet spotted.” Its a standard response that conveys everything anyone would need to know.
“Good. We’re still scouting on the ground, we’ll let you know if we see anything,” Price replies, talking about him and Gaz. Soap and Ghost were off somewhere else, but knowing the Lieutenant, everything would be fine.
“Mein schatz…” König mumbles. He’s laying on his stomach beside you, not paying attention to the gun he seemed so desperate to hold not even that long ago. “You look so pretty laid out like that…”
“Not now, the target could appear at any moment,” you shift slightly, pulling your snipers hood to adjust it. You can’t risk being seen by anyone who doesn’t already know you’re there, the mission is too high stakes.
König elects to ignore your hushed warning, placing his large palm on the back of your thigh. It rests just above your knee. For a moment, you think he’s going to leave it there, but then it starts to slide up your leg.
His gloves catch on the fabric slightly, causing it to bunch and pull as he moves his hands upwards. It’s driving you mad that you can’t push him away - a moment away from the scope could be the difference between making the shot and botching the mission.
“Just let me feel you mein schatz…? Please?” His voice is pathetic as he whispers out the plea. For a man so big, he sounds so small.
“König I can’t mess this shot up,” you growl. Nothing in you wants to tell him to stop but you have to anyway, so you settle for a compromise - or at least it seems that way to you.
“That wasn’t a no~” suddenly, his voice becomes a purr. His hand shifts, gripping the inside of your thigh and sliding up.
It takes him seconds before his fingers are at your core, two of them massaging your cunt through the fabric of your trousers. Everything in you has to fight to stop you from pushing back against him, grinding yourself into his fingers.
“Keep your eyes on the streets mein schatz,” König says, like he wasn’t practically begging for you to let him distract you just moments ago.
“I’m trying,” you hiss out through clenched teeth. He only chuckles in response, massaging your cunt in just the right way.
Barely any time passes before you can feel warmth growing between your legs. Your body is begging for him, to be touched properly, to grind back into his hand and forget about everything else.
Apparently, you don’t have to worry about it, as König is hoisting your hips up the best he can without shifting your head too much. You don’t get a chance to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches underneath you and undoes both your belt and your trousers.
“König I need-” you try in vain to get him to stop, a verbal slap in the wrist wouldn’t stop this man.
“I will be gentle.” Is all you get in response as he works your trousers down your thighs, letting them rest just below your knees. This gives you the chance to drop your hips again, giving you a steadier view down the scope and into the streets.
This peace doesn’t last long, however, as his hands starts groping and caressing your thigh again. He keeps it mid thigh for a moment, indulging in the softness and the warmth of your skin.
Soon enough, his hand is following the same pattern as before, sliding up your bare leg and towards your core. He takes a momentary detour, gripping the fat of your ass in his palm and giving it a firm squeeze. Part of you knew it would’ve been a rather loud slap had it not been for your current location.
Ultimately, König’s hand comes back to rest over your clothed cunt. His hand feels almost unnaturally warm, calloused fingers gently pressing against your warmth. He’s almost mimicking the same pattern he would pulse his fingers at if he were fucking you.
“It is so hard to keep my hands off of you~” König growls, his middle finger finding your clit through your panties. He rubs it, small, slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I- I Can tell.” You readjust your rifle, shouldering it slightly differently. It’s a desperate, failed, attempt at distracting yourself from König’s ministrations.
“Shhh, concentrate,” he chuckles lowly, almost to himself. It feels like he’s making fun of you as he does.
You don’t get a chance to respond though, as König presses down on your clit in just the right way. Your body jumps slightly, tensing in pleasure for just a second before you relax again.
As much as you try to fight it down, anger bubbles up inside you. They couldn’t been the difference between making the shit and botching the mission.
“König I—” your body jolts again, this time with the sensation of the crotch of your panties being pulled aside.
König’s now ungloved fingers are pressing against your slick cunt. He slides them back and forth through your slick, gathering it up on his first and middle finger. You know exactly what he’s going to do and you don’t have the heart - or the chance - to stop him.
His fingers are slipping inside you before you can say anything. They slide in to the knuckle, completely buried inside you. Everything about him is so massive that even just a couple of his fingers provide you with an amazing stretch.
König only gives you a few seconds before she starts to curl his fingers into your sponges sweet spot. They’re slow, deliberate, *teasing* curls that are already causing heat to flood to your core.
It’s such a delicious feeling that you eyes start to unfocus . Pleasure starts to trickle through your body, staring at your stuffed cunt and spreading outwards. It’s a sensation that causes the rope in your belly to tighten a lot faster than you thought it would.
“König I’m… Fuck…” is the only words you can mumble out while still looking down your sniper’s scope.
“Don’t worry, cum for me~” König purrs, fingers continuing to work the same, perfect rhythm.
“Target in sight. Take the shot Blue.” Price’s voice suddenly crackles through your headphones just as you feel yourself reaching your peak.
“Yes… sir…” it takes everything in you not to stutter. König’s continued movements don’t help, but but some miracle, you take the shot and eliminate the target.
What you don’t realise is that König has not only stopped but also pulled his fingers out. The stress of the situation holds you from noticing until he’s pulling your trousers back up and you realise that you never came while he was finger fucking you.
“What? That’s not fair!” You whisper shout, already staring to move towards the exit.
“I was distracting you mein schatz, you said you needed to be concentrating.”
“…fuck.”
#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#nsft fanfic#cod mw2#cod mw22#konig x y/n#perv König#könig x reader#part 2 baby#part 2 is here!
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i’ll make you beg for more. ✿ mountain + dewdrop.
— a commission for the lovely @littlemoon-beam! this was an absolute joy to write, and i hope everyone enjoys the filth, haha! ♡
wc ; 5k words.
cw ; explicit ✿ t4t sex, dom/sub dynamics, bdsm, clit pump, nipple torture/play, clit torture/play, size kink, t-dick kissing.
[ ao3 link here. ]
✿ “You’re actually quite lucky,” Mountain muses, and Dewdrop has to resist every urge to snap his jaws at the bastard, “Cumulus told me that Aether was still using her nipple pumps. So, I settled for this instead.” Dewdrop suddenly realizes how heavy the dampness in his eyes is getting, and he briefly wonders if Mountain would strike his face for crying.
“What… what is that?” Dewdrop demands, though his voice is already cracking around his consonants; it sounds much more like a desperate whine than anything else.
“You said you had the bigger clit,” Mountain finally speaks, slow and silky like a dangerous purr, “I called bullshit, and you were a goddamn brat about it.”
[ photo is courtesy of dänu; plekvetica. ]
#i’m also trying a bit of a different format for my previews! :D#you know… for the ✨aesthetic✨haha!!#it was pretty fun to do though! :D#ghost bc#ghost band#ghost#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 fanfiction#fanfiction#ghost fanfiction#mountaindew#mountain/dew#nsft#nsft fanfic#spoiled writing#spoiled flowers
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Ruki Mukami x Female Reader Smut
❌ NSFW Warning: This post contains explicit sexual content. If you are a minor or sexual content makes you uncomfortable, please do not read under the cut! ❌
❗️You've been warned ❗️
Praise (and lots of it), Fingering, Missionary, Romantic, Master, Teasing, Gentle, Shushing
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You squirmed needily as Ruki pulled your underwear off you, leaving you completely naked for him. You took in the sight of him in just his briefs, his hardened bulge unmistakeable.
He parted your thighs and rubbed his thumb over your folds, causing you to shudder slightly. "So pretty. All for me, hmm?" You nodded. "Such a good girl, already so wet. I can't wait to be inside you."
"Please..." you whined out. "Not yet. Be a good girl and watch me please you." Your legs fell open even wider. Ruki chuckled but you didn't miss the desire in his eyes. "Good girl. Spread yourself open for your master." He slowly, too slowly, rubbed his thumb over your clit. You impatiently lifted your hips, desperate for more. "Shhh, you'll get it." Ruki cooed, continuing to rub over your most sensitive bundle of nerves.
He went faster and your mouth opened slightly as pleasure sparked through your body. You felt one finger, then two, enter you. You moaned deeply. He continued rubbing your clit as he slowly fingered you, pumping his fingers inside you and curling them expertly to reach the most delicious spot. His other hand massaged your breast and your felt your release approach. You barely had time to grip the sheets before you shattered in the most euphoric way, moaning.
"You're so wet and warm. It'll feel amazing inside you. You're a good girl, you want that? Me to fill you up?" "Yes, yes, Ruki, please!" You were practically dripping you were so aroused. You felt empty, you desperately needed to be full and you knew Ruki could fill you.
Ruki chuckled and, without breaking eye contact, took off his briefs, leaving him completely naked. You almost moaned at the sight. His pale, toned chest. His prominent collarbones. But as you looked as his member, which always stretched you so perfectly, your mind and body became fixated on your desire for it to be inside you.
You spread your legs and waited but Ruki was far more patient than you. He teasingly rubbed the tip over your slit, careful not to enter you. "Ruki!" You protest came out as a desperate whine. You scooted down but Ruki was determined to tease you.
"So wet, you're so good, always good for me." Ruki said in a placating, gentle voice. He rubbed himself over you a few more times, fondling your breasts gently as he did so. "Please..." "You've been so good for me," Ruki told you, his voice like velvet. "So good. I want to be inside you and I know my good girl deserves it." You felt relief, despite your arousal being as high as it could get, knowing Ruki would soon be inside you.
Ruki gently gripped your hips and guided himself to your entrance. "I'm going in, you're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" "Yes...yes..." "Good girl."
He slowly pushed in and your jaw dropped as you moaned. Ruki groaned quietly. "Uhh...ngh...good girl, yes, stretch just like that." He continued pushing all the way in. You whimpered at how good it felt to be completely full. "Shh, you're doing so well, I'm so proud of you." Ruki began to slowly thrust and you gripped his arms, moaning.
Ruki grunted. "Good girl, so warm and tight just for me." He tilted his hips and hit an amazing spot. "Ruki..." you cried out. You moaned desperately and Ruki groaned as he slowly moved himself inside you.
"Shh...yes, that's it, good girl, very good." Ruki sped up a little and you gasped, digging your nails into the pale flesh on his forearms. "Ngh...hah..." Ruki panted. You moaned and grinded your hips against him. "Ruki...Ruki..." Ruki groaned your name, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Good girl, yes, so good for me." His praise came out as desperate pants.
He was hitting the most amazing spot, going at the perfect pace, and you knew your orgasm was coming. You moaned and gripped him tighter as you got closer...and closer...
You practically screamed out your release as pleasure even greater than before filled your entire body. Ruki growled and went faster, chasing his own release. "Good girl, let me take you, just like this." His voice was huskier, rougher. He stilled, his face twisting in pleasure, as he orgasmed inside you. He panted for a moment before placing a kiss on your lips.
He slid out and cleaned himself up before stretching out beside you in bed. He held open his arms and you immediately rested in them. He kissed you and, with your head on his chest, the two of you drifted into slumber.
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I have a huge praise kink so while I hope y'all enjoy this it was a very self-indulgent post lmao
Reblogs and feedback always appreciated! ❤️
#diabolik lovers#diabolik lovers ruki#diabolik lovers ruki mukami#ruki mukami#mukami ruki#diabolik lovers x reader#diabolik lovers smut#smut story#smutty goodness#smutty#smut x reader#x reader smut#lemon fic#lemon fanfic#lemon x reader#x reader lemon#diabolik lovers fandom#diabolik lovers fanfiction#smut#smutty fanfiction#smut fanfiction#smut fic#smuttt#smuttiness#smut tw#nsft fanfic#nsft post#nsftumblr
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A Knight and his Princess
Content: Feminization, Chastity
In case you missed it: THIS IS AN NSFW POST. THIS IS SMUT. THIS FEATURES BUTT FUCKING.
Okay we good? Good.
Long ass post, I’ll upload this to AO3 for easier viewing later on.
Ren stared down at the Day of Dust gift from Jaune, his boyfriend gleamed with excitement as he slowly unopened it. Ren wondered what could have possibly topped the smoothie blender from Jaune or the Pumpkin Pete beanie he gave to Jaune. Before opening the box, Ren gave it a little shake, hearing something metal inside. Maybe a set of teaspoons? Ren eagerly opened the box as Jaune laid back, almost with a smug grin on his face as Ren found out what was truly in the box.
“Uhhhhhhh,” Ren was at a loss for words as he noticed the key and lock. He quickly realized that this was the follow up to last year’s gift of a dildo molded to be exactly like Jaune’s dick.
“What you got there babe?” Jaune’s smug look continued as Ren blushed.
Stuttering out, he answered his boyfriend as he completed removing his gift from the box, “It’s. It’s a chastity cage.”
“Yup! Even has your emblem imprinted on the lock, isn’t that cute?” Jaune now stood, with Ren still kneeling by the tree. Looking up, Ren felt Jaune’s soft hands brush his cheek.
“J-Jaune, I uh, it’s kinda…” once more, Ren was at a loss for words.
“Small? Yeah I know this is sudden, but I really wanted to do that one fantasy of yours, if that’s okay with you,” Jaune knelt down, his hand now resting on Ren’s shoulder as his tone and demeanor become soft and caring.
Ren paused for a minute, remembering their 4th anniversary where Ren confessed after some very much appreciated love making that he would one day want to try being, well, feminized. The thought alone made him shudder. Looking into Jaune’s beautiful blue eyes, Ren answered firmly, “Yes. Yes I do want to do this.”
Jaune smiled as he pulled Ren into a deep kiss, “I love you Ren.”
“I love you too Jaune,” Ren melted into Jaune’s chest as they hugged. Jaune stood up, holding Ren’s hand as he led him to the couch. He reached behind it, pulling out one last present.
“I have one more gift to give before we do anything,” Jaune kissed Ren’s forehead as they opened the present together. Inside was a lacy pair of panties and a bra. Jaune’s hand squeezed Ren’s, pulling him close to whisper in his ear, “I want you to get this all on, cage, panties, bra, and don’t forget your buttplug, alright babe?”
Ren smiled and kissed his cheek, “Of course.”
Before Ren could properly get changed, Jaune gave his ass a slap, “Good girl.”
Ren shuttered at that, his heart racing as he quickly got ready in their bedroom. Returning once locked, plugged, and dressed up, Ren saw Jaune naked and lounging on the couch with his dick hanging out in the open. Ren slowly approached, kneeling before Jaune, making the knight smirk.
“I didn’t even have to ask! Such a good girl,” Jaune cupped Ren’s blushing face, as Ren felt his cock throb against his cage. “Awww you like being called a good girl, don’t you~?”
Jaune was teasing him, and Ren was loving every second of it. He quickly answered, “Yes Daddy!” Ren blushed as Jaune’s dick throbbed, realizing how quick and thoughtless saying that was.
“You are just so eager to serve Daddy. How adorable,” Jaune usually wasn’t this smug, but it made Ren melt in bed when he was. Jaune slowly stroked his dick before patting his lap, Ren crawling up and laying across it.
Jaune’s firm hands slapped Ren’s round ass, making him moan, “Ohhhh Daddy!” Moving the panties to the side, Jaune smirked as his fingers pressed against Ren’s buttplug.
Before Ren could get out another moan, Jaune’s voice boomed, “This is a pussy now, understood slut?”
Ren nodded quickly as he squirmed at Jaune’s touch. “Yes Daddy! You own my pussy!” Ren’s eagerness was driving Jaune wild, his dick throbbing as he pulled out the plug. Ren’s eyes rolled back as Jaune gave his ass another slap.
Jaune pushed in two fingers, noticing how lubed up Ren was already. He smiled as he moved Ren to be sitting on his lap. Jaune’s cock towered above Ren’s caged dick, making him smile, “Look how small your clitty is.” Jaune’s teased and kissed Ren’s neck and ear as he began to line his cock up with Ren’s eager hole.
“Please Daddy fuck me, make me a girl for good!” It sounded very cliche, like one of Blake’s fanfics, but Ren didn’t care. He needed this. Jaune needed this. They loved each other and desired each other like none other.
“As you wish princess,” Jaune pushed inside him. No. Pushed inside HER. Jaune smiled as his cock effortlessly enter Ren’s pussy, making drops of precum leak from her cage. Going deep inside Ren, Jaune smiled as he slowly pulled out, “My lovely girlfriend.” Jaune didn’t have to do anything, Ren slammed back down on his dick and began to bounce. Moaning wildly as Jaune laid back and let her do the work. Jaune grunted as Ren squeezed him tight, giving her ass a nice hard slap.
“Daddy please knock me up!” Ren was in heaven as Jaune filled her needy hole. Going as fast as she could, trying to make Jaune cum deep inside. It seemed to work as Jaune hugged Ren, kissing her deeply as his hips worked with hers. Jaune with one final thrust and loud grunt made Ren squirt from the small metal cage and moan, “Breed me Daddy!”
Jaune came deep inside Ren, panting as the two held onto each other tight. Jaune closed his eyes for a moment, smiling as he spoke, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Ren blushed, planting a kiss on Jaune’s cheek before sheepishly saying, “Maybe. Maybe I can remain your girlfriend instead for the rest of the holiday break?”
Jaune’s eyes widened at the suggestion before holding Ren’s hands. “Anything for my girl.”
#lwde#rwby lemon#rwby smut#rwby nsft#lie ren#jaune arc#martial arcs#rwby#doomlewd.txt#this is going on the ao3#long post?#nsft fanfic
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Hello, darlings. I’m here to talk about…you.
All those dark little secrets you touch yourself to each night. All the burning questions you’re too embarrassed to voice. All the terrifying things you pant over when no one’s around to see.
I saw.
I’ve been watching you for a while.
Or you could ask about my staff and my past. I’ve had 200 years to…develop my tastes and my staff reflects that. What a group of…hard workers.
(This is an nsft blog where you can ask Elias Bouchard, head of the Magnus Institute, horny things and get roleplay responses. Come flirt with me — at your own risk 💋
Run by @eatingrosescollab, EatingRoses on ao3, TMA smut author and hopeless Elias Bouchard fan).
#elias bouchard#tma podcast#tma#tma nsft#ask me anything#fictional characters#roleplay#elias bitchard#role play#character roleplay#character role play#Elias Bouchard role play#villain role play#nsft fanfic#smut#fanfic smut#do not archive
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Jon fucking Victor while Victor’s in a straitjacket (could be consensual relationship kink times or Arkham dubcon times)
Characters: Victor Zsasz (Gotham) Jonathon Crane (Rogues!)
Rating: Explicit, Mature, MDNI, 18+
Content: restraints, straightjacket, medical, trans Victor, teasing, objectification, inspection, oral, finger fucking, roleplay, Victor x Jonathon
Jonathon Crane smirked as he looked down at Victor, the young man was wearing nothing but his underwear and a genuine Arkham Issue straightjacket. He had stolen one from work, the white fabric with silver buckles, and a number printed on black ink on the front. 019427-0. His knees were buckled down to the gurney, making it almost impossible for him to do anything by squirm and make a lot of noise. Exactly how Jonathon wanted him.
“Subject is one Victor Zsasz,” he began, speaking into his tape recorder that was at least forty years old whirred in the background. He pulled on two blue, sterile gloves as he spoke. A small smile on his lips as he saw Victor squirm in his straight jacket, and the additional restraints on the gurney, lust and excitement thick in his green eyes. “The terrifying hitman, who I have reduced to being nothing but a naked, shivering specimen. The perfect specimen, but a specimen none the less.”
Jonathon used his index and middle fingers to lift up Victor’s chin, moving his head from side to side to test his neck movement. After this, Jonathon pulled down Victor’s soft pink lips to inspect his teeth, and proceeded to shove his gloved thumb into his mouth. Despite spluttering, Victor sucked on it dutifully. Jonathon smirked and chuckled, pulling it free and wiping the spit on Victor’s cheeks.
“Subject is, despite his predicament, aroused and showing his weak, submissive side to me,” Jonathon narrated. He took a step away from Victor causing him to whine and pout, pulling on his straightjacket - his arms crossed over and attempting to pull away from his torso. “He seems to be frustrated, desperate for me to touch his cunt. He puts on a good show, pretending to be trying to escape when we know he could destroy them in seconds. Clearly he must enjoy being kidnapped and experimented on.” He ran his fingers down Victor’s bare legs, eventually tugging on the hem of his boxer briefs. Victor gasped at the slightest touch, Jonathon slipped his fingers into Victor’s underwear and ran two of them across his vulva. He pulled his hand away and inspected it before shoving two fingers into Victor’s mouth, causing him to cough and gag around the strange sensation of the medical gloves.
“Subjects cunt is already covered in precum. He sucked my fingers clean of said ejaculation happily, showing clear signs of hypersexuality and possible sex addiction.” Jonathon pulled away from Victor’s mouth. He turned around and picked up a vial and a needle. He filled it with the chemical with a sinister look on his face before turning back to Victor.
“What’s that, Doctor?” He asked, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his voice.
“Just a little fear toxin I cooked up.” The moment Jonathon spoke, Victor’s body stiffened and he sat up slightly, his eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t say you could inject me with FT.”
“It’s not FT - it’s all apart of the scene I promise,” Jonathon assured, his Southern drawl making his softening voice sounded a little rough but comforting. Victor nodded and relaxed laying back on the gurney. Jonathon cleared his throat before continuing. “Not that you tell me what to fill your veins with, Cunt.”
“I’m sorry, Doctor,” Victor pouted.
“Good boy,” Jonathon hummed. He slipped the needle into Victor’s thigh, not rubbing the area with numbing agent and feeling his cock hardening as he saw it penetrate his skin. He pushed the plunger, filling Victor with the clear substance. Quickly, Victor’s eyes widened and he squeezed his thighs together, writhing in place as if desperate for some simulation as his eyes watered.
“Subject seems to respond strangely to sheer panic,” Jonathon said, his voice lilting as if he’s telling a joke. “He has a potent form of FT, enough to cause hallucinations spawned from the trauma that has scarred his psyche. The subject has responded with simple, intense arousal. How fascinating. Is it a result of the subject’s neurodiversity? Or does he simply find excitement in such things?”
“Doctor. Please- please,” Victor whined. “I need- need your cock. Please. I’ll- please. Fuck. Fuck!” His cheeks grew red as his breathing quickened as he couldn’t touch his dick, or anything else with his position. He needed something inside of his cunt, and tugging on his little prick.
“Subject is begging me to penetrate him,” Jonathon continued, he absent-mindedly grabbed one of Victor’s breasts through the fabric, trying to find the boy’s erect nipple with his thumb. “Body is responding as if he’s been injected with an extremely strong aphrodisiac. How strange.” Jonathon’s face grew into a toothy smirk, his snaggletooth pressed into his bottom lip. Victor bucked his hips from the stimulation, causing the crease in the middle of his boxers to rub against his cunt. Jonathon slipped two fingers into Victor’s underwear, causing him to sigh in relief at the sudden sensation. He rested his fingers on Victor’s crotch, millimetres away from his vulva and causing tears of frustration to fall down his pink cheeks. Just as Victor was about to plead again, Jonathon roughly shoved two fingers inside of Victor’s cunt, wet and open from the teasing and aphrodisiac. He began quickly fingering him, down to the knuckles as he brushed Victor’s cervix and when pulling out, pressing upwards into Victor’s g-spot.
Victor was always a loud recipient, he gasped, moaned, whined, and even screamed out when he was surprised by Jonathon’s thumb against his prick. He squeezed his thighs around Jonathon’s hand and bucked his hips into him.
“Subject is screaming as if I have a lit match inside of his cunt,” Jonathon mused. He pulled out suddenly, causing Victor to let out a protesting whine. He undid his belt and fly, pulling down his trousers and boxer shorts. He lets his cock fall out next to Victor’s face. His hand pulling his head towards him, using his other he lifted up his cock and pressed his thick, heavy testicles, coated in a soft ginger hair, and pressed them into Victor’s lips. “Subject will lap at my balls until I tell him to stop,” he drawled. Victor looked up with a grin, sticking out his tongue and coating Jonathon’s balls in his spit, occasionally sucking on them dutifully. He stared directly at the doctor, a submissive gaze in his eyes and face. Jonathon moaned and gasped, he leant over, awkwardly balanced as he began groping Victor’s covered breasts. As attractive as Victor appeared, he was missing the sight of the boy’s tits. Eventually, his hand returned to Victor’s cunt as he attempted to fit both of Jonathon’s balls into his mouth. Jonathon began fingering Victor’s cunt, gripping forwards towards his g-spot, roughly and slowly.
“The subject is very talented with his tongue,” Jonathon mused, gasping and breathing heavily as his cock hardened. “He is moaning into me, causing a warm vibrating sensation which is rather pleasant.” He pulled his balls away, causing Victor to let out a high pitched whine. Jonathon pushed the head of his cock against Victor’s lips and forced it into his mouth. Victor spluttered and gagged as the doctor began roughly fucking his throat, using his lips like a fleshlight as he somehow still managed to finger him, repeatedly abusing his cunt, slamming into his cervix and g-spot. Suddenly, Victor mumbled something around Jonathon’s cock and his cunt tightened around Jonathon’s fingers. Gripping onto his digits to the point where Jonathon almost felt the bones break. Victor gasped as his eyes rolled back and Jonathon felt his fingers he coated in Victor’s cum. The sensation caused Jonathon’s cock twitch against Victor’s tongue, he slammed the head into the warm, wet hole until he felt his entire body released. His eyes half-lidded as he watched a delirious Victor dutifully swallow every drop of Jonathon’s semen.
#envi writes#batverse#nsft fanfic#Victor zsasz#Jonathon crane#Gotham#rogues! the podcast#fanfiction#Zsasz x crane#Victor zsasz x Jonathon crane#medical kink#medical roleplay#mdni#18+
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